<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444</id><updated>2012-01-21T03:12:51.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapi's thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-7658610837852193372</id><published>2006-12-08T20:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:09:58.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>Out of a thousand thunders, why did you have to struck me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-7658610837852193372?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/7658610837852193372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=7658610837852193372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/7658610837852193372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/7658610837852193372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2006/12/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-3442098387114172715</id><published>2006-11-21T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:14:21.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>please..</title><content type='html'>hh.........I'm so...tired...&lt;br /&gt;I have a question...&lt;br /&gt;when you are close to someone you'll think that that person is perfect and he/she can do nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But I was shaken by the fact that that feeling will not last long. At some point things are going to be different and as you love someone deeper, there is no other way than to put your heart on the line. Meaning, whatever he/she does will definitely affect you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, where is the point where you are so close to a person you start to hurt each other more than you make each other happy?&lt;br /&gt;Hmh..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;it seems that..sometimes one can feel like he/she don't know what to say/do anymore to keep him/herself from hurting the one he/she loves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out, for new heights&lt;br /&gt;You inspired me to try&lt;br /&gt;Felt the magic inside&lt;br /&gt;And I felt that I could fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at the world in an optimistic light&lt;br /&gt;You made me appreciate my life&lt;br /&gt;'Cos when you came you were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine through my window&lt;br /&gt;That's what you are&lt;br /&gt;My shining star&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel like&lt;br /&gt;I'm on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;Telling me I'll go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmh..&lt;br /&gt;just don't know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a hard time already...and it seems like problems just keep on coming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-3442098387114172715?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/3442098387114172715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=3442098387114172715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/3442098387114172715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/3442098387114172715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2006/11/please.html' title='please..'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-114871521074668355</id><published>2006-05-27T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:31.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prep-Emo-Geek...that's who I am, hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y'all need to try this one too and post it in your page!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redneck--&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you have a couch in your front yard or porch?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you drive a four-wheeler?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you ride four-wheelers?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you like to get dirty?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you like country music?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you have a broken car in your back yard?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you own a cowboy hat?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you live on more then 2 acres?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you have more then 4 different animals at your home?&lt;br /&gt;Total X: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Goth--&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you wear black eyeliner?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Is most of your clothing dark?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you think about death often?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you want to die?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Are you a social outcast?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Are you pale?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you like Hot Topic?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you enjoy Tim burton movies?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Are you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Total X: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Punk--&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Can you skateboard&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you wear Vans?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you do stupid stuff with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have you gotten in trouble with the Cops?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you watch the x-games?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you have any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you like/wear mohawks?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Do you wear Band t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;[] Have you called someone a poser recently?&lt;br /&gt;Total X:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Prep--&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you say the word "like"?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you shop at Hollister/Abercrombie&amp;amp;Fitch/Aero?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you pop the collar?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do the people in Hot topic scare you?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Is the only nerd u like Seth Cohen?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you watch LAGUNA BEACH?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you like pop music?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you want/have a little dog?&lt;br /&gt;Total X:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hippie--&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Is your hair long?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you own a tye-dye shirt?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do You want to save the animals?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you think war is unneccesary?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you like classic rock and trippy music?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have you ever participated in a protest?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have you ever been overcome with a desire to hug a tree?&lt;br /&gt;Total X: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Gangsta--&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you act ghetto?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you wear do-rags?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you like hip-hop?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Was Tupac truly the greatest rapper in the world?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you believe he's alive?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you like afros?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have you ever said "Fo Shizzle"?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you own any Baby Phat or G-Unit?&lt;br /&gt;Total X: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Emo-&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you cry often?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you wear hoodies?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you like soft music?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do people not understand you?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you write your own poems?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ever dyed your hair red, black or dark?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Are you lonely?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Is "Ohio for lovers" by Hawthorne Heights, a good song?&lt;br /&gt;Total X: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Surfer--&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you surf?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you wear flip flops year-round?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Is your hair shaggy?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you wake up before 6 every morning?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you own any pairs of shorts?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Are you tan?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you want to be at the beach right now?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you hate tourists?&lt;br /&gt;Total X: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Geek-&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you get good grades?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you use an inhaler?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you stick pens and calculators into your shirt pockets?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Does your mom pick out your clothes?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Are you on the computer often?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you ever get picked on?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do you look forward to goin to school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Are you shy around the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do you play video games?&lt;br /&gt;Total X: 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-114871521074668355?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/114871521074668355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=114871521074668355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/114871521074668355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/114871521074668355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2006/05/prep-emo-geekthats-who-i-am-hehehe.html' title='Prep-Emo-Geek...that&apos;s who I am, hehehe'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-114565496965922937</id><published>2006-04-21T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:31.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><content type='html'>Selama ini, gue selalu terkagum2 dan penasaran, selalu ngerasa pengen tau lebih jauh tentang proses dimana seseorang mencintai orang lain, dan sampai di titik dimana dia rela melakukan apapun untuk kebaikan orang yang dia cintai, bahkan untuk mengorbankan nyawa sekalipun.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin agak2 kerasa aneh/awkward buat ngediskusiin subjek ini, tapi gue cuma pengen tau.&lt;br /&gt;Untuk orang2 yang udah pernah ngejalanin atau sedang ngejalanin proses tersebut, sepertinya prosesnya panjang yah...&lt;br /&gt;Now keep in mind that panjang bukan berarti memakan waktu lama. Enggak. Kadang2 intensitas proses itu mencapai taraf yang lumayan tinggi sehingga semuanya nggak makan waktu lama.&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong, tapi setiap orang bakal ngelaluin pengalaman ini dengan proses yang beda2. Ada yang didukung oleh lingkungan sekitarnya dan ada juga yang harus berjuang sendiri/bedua dg pasangannya.&lt;br /&gt;I congratulate those who are able to go through that process and be together in the end. Your efforts pay in the end and that's called happy ending =)&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, gimana dengan yang nggak berhasil/tau nggak akan bisa bareng dari awal?&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gue pengen tau, gimana caranya ngelupain, atau nyia2in sesuatu yang berharga banget, sesuatu yang mampu membuat kita rela ngelepas nyawa sekalipun?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau emang nggak ditakdirkan buat jadi satu, kenapa mereka "dibiarin" buat jatuh cinta in the first place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-114565496965922937?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/114565496965922937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=114565496965922937&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/114565496965922937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/114565496965922937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-113954420216875125</id><published>2006-02-09T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:30.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hfffiuhhhh</title><content type='html'>Horeeeee tesnya diundur semingguuuuuu!!!!! (asik asik asiiik)&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Baru pulang kerja nih tapi masih seger buger soalnya tadi sempet bobo siang 2 jam-an...bablas dr jam 4-6, sampe kelewat buka puasa, hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;Lumayan deh masih seger jadi bisa dipake buat baca2 bahan buat sabtu dikit2...walaupun sepertinya ga akan bertahan lama klo dipake belajar sih.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang lagi chatting ama temen lama nih di indo. Udah janjian mau ketemu pas gue mudik nanti bulan Juni.&lt;br /&gt;Hiyaaa...akhirnya jadi juga pulaaaang. Udah kelamaan ih. Pengen cepet2 ke Bandung, kasih surprise ke temen2, terus mau usahain biar bisa main ke Pelabuhan Ratu. It's going to be awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-113954420216875125?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/113954420216875125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=113954420216875125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/113954420216875125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/113954420216875125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2006/02/hfffiuhhhh.html' title='Hfffiuhhhh'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-112088853757777540</id><published>2005-07-09T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:30.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>about religion</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Sigit for the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1110081666Islam_green-white.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Islam&lt;/b&gt;. Your beliefs are most similar to those of Islam. Do more research on Islam and possibly consider taking the shahadah and officially becoming a Muslim, if you aren't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the actions of some - who go against the teachings of Islam - Islam is a religion of peace; the word "islam" means "peace through submission to God." "Muslim" means "one who submits to God." Islam is the third of the three Abrahamic faiths, and it shares much with Judaism in Christianity; its differences are the acceptance of Muhammad as the last and final prophet, and the oneness of God - in other words, that Jesus, though he was a revered prophet, was not in fact God, and only one God exists. Apparently the Taliban could not read (though their name means "students"), because the Qur'an states that men and women are equal as believers, and that all believers should be educated and seek knowledge. Modesty in dress and behavior is required in Islam for both men and women to preserve the values of society and move the emphasis from superificial appearance to intelligence, knowledge, and God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Islam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='88' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;88%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Judaism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hinduism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='54' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Christianity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Buddhism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Paganism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='29' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;29%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;agnosticism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='29' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;29%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Satanism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='17' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;17%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;atheism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='8' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;8%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10907'&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-112088853757777540?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/112088853757777540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=112088853757777540&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/112088853757777540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/112088853757777540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/07/about-religion.html' title='about religion'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-111919808706205793</id><published>2005-06-19T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:30.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday mornin'</title><content type='html'>*YAWN&lt;br /&gt;Hi, all...&lt;br /&gt;gile nih, udah jam 11 masih males2an, padahal ada janji mo makan siang sama coworkers gue jam 12. akannya di India Palac nih *grin.&lt;br /&gt;Udah lama banget gue pengen makan disitu tapi yg gue ajakin pada nggak pernah ada yang mau, hu-uh. Tapi akhirnya kesampeian juga, walaupun males2an nonton DVD dirumah agaknya menarik juga...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;*YAWN&lt;br /&gt;ah gile nih drtd nguap gede2 terus, kayak kuda nil, malu2in, hehehe. Ntar enaknya mandi pake aer dingin kali ya...biar seger. Tapi ntar malah pilek lagi. Apa ya enaknya,&lt;br /&gt;Option #1: Mandi Air Dingin&lt;br /&gt;pro: jadi seger dan kelihatan seger juga nanti pas makan.&lt;br /&gt;con: jadi pilek, ntar biarpun keliatan seger tapi ngisep2 idung ato buang ingus mulu kerjaannya, memalukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option #2: Mandi Air Anget&lt;br /&gt;pro: mandinya enak dan nyaman&lt;br /&gt;con: tetep lemes and malah bisa ngantuk2 pas makan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...sepertinya option 2 lebih menarik, damagenya juga nggak begitu parah. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;ngapain sih gue kayak orang ga ada kerjaan aja ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Mbak Roro: yuhu mbaak! minggu kemaren pengajian ya? Manda lagi ke Chicago sih jadi ga bisa ikut! Gimana jadi ke Iowa ga waktu itu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-111919808706205793?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/111919808706205793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=111919808706205793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/111919808706205793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/111919808706205793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/06/lazy-sunday-mornin.html' title='Lazy Sunday mornin&apos;'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-111832492214555994</id><published>2005-06-09T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:30.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>U-uh</title><content type='html'>One..two..three..&lt;br /&gt;U-uh..lagi sebel nih..berakhir deh masa2 gaji buta gue di south campus. Abis mulai Monday ini, gue bakal kerja di North for half of my working week. Udah keenakan di South campus nii..hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gapapa sih gue secretly agak2 pleased juga soalnya biarpun kerja di South enak banget, tapi gue ter"isolasi" dari dunia luar, alias ga pernah ketemu siapa2 lagih, palin Pop aja tiap hari, itu juga dia suka bikin pusing, hehehe kiddin, Pop (but yeah u sometimes do ;p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, guess what? Miss Wulan akhirnya kebagian juga jatah South campus! hehehe congrats ya sweetie, enak banget disini. I suggest bawa novel atao dvd. Tapi kalo mo nonton film agak2 tricky sih soalnya di station kita ga bisa, biasanya dvdnya bisa jalan, tapi ga ada suaranya, huh. Tapi bisa juga dicoba nonton di salah satu ruangan kelas yang kosong (which is plenty here). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...apalagi ya. Oiya this weekend ke Chicago, can't wait! Sayang latihannya cuma sebentar, agak2 kecewa juga. Pak Ngurahnya lagi kebeneran sibuk sih, jadinya cuma bisa latihan sebentar. Jadi inget taun lalu, pas nginep di basementnya pak Amir, seruuu! We had soooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh by the way gue udah ngeschedule GMAT, early August *scream*! Takut jelek euyy..ah tapi whateverlah, whatever will be will be, yang penting gue do my best oyeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-111832492214555994?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/111832492214555994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=111832492214555994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/111832492214555994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/111832492214555994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/06/u-uh.html' title='U-uh'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-111765718725864353</id><published>2005-06-01T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:30.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you</title><content type='html'>Is it my turn to wish you were lying here. I tend to dream you when I'm not sleeping. Is it my turn to fictionalize my world. Or even imagin your emotions. Tell me anything...&lt;br /&gt;Is it my turn to hold you by your hands. Tell you I love you and you don't hear me. Is it my turn to totally understand, to watch you walk out of my life and not do a damn thing...&lt;br /&gt;If I have to give a way the feeling that I feel. If I have to sacrifice...Oh whatever..&lt;br /&gt;If I have to take apart all that I am...Is there anything I wouldn't do, cause inside I'd die without you...&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for all the things I've done. but now I'm underwater and I'm drowning. Is it my turn to be the one to cry. Isn't it amazing how somethings completely turn around. So take every little piece of my heart, my soul, my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Cause if you're gone, inside I'd die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pm dawn-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-111765718725864353?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/111765718725864353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=111765718725864353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/111765718725864353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/111765718725864353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/06/without-you.html' title='Without you'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-111509457510496634</id><published>2005-05-02T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:30.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>confused!</title><content type='html'>Oh my God...&lt;br /&gt;It's almost over...&lt;br /&gt;I've been in school my whole life, since I was 3.5 years old, and never stopped doing it since! But now, in two weeks, all of that will be over (well, unless I continue with grad school). I've been wishing to stop going to school since forever, but...now, I hesitated to let go. I don't know, I feel quite nervous right now, I am afraid of what's ahead of me. &lt;br /&gt;Once the school's done, all the certainty and regularity that it offers will go away with it. Call me drama queen but I don't care, it's what I think and I'll just go ahead and talk about it ;p&lt;br /&gt;No really, when you think about it, no matter how awful you think school is, even though school is overwhelming at times, it provides certainty, and comfort in a way..You just know what lies ahead of you. After you're done with elementary school, you know you'll go on to high school, and then supposedly college (I'm generalizing here I know, sorry about that, hehe..). In school you know what you're supposed to do, and how to do it. &lt;br /&gt;Now, when school's done..now what? What if I can't get a decent job? Or any job at all? What if I'm still alone even ten years from now? What am I suppose to do? Live with my parents until I'm old or sumthin'? Dang...no no noo, poor them! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I know for sure now is that I want to go back home. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow or not in 5 years, but I'll go home someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-111509457510496634?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/111509457510496634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=111509457510496634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/111509457510496634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/111509457510496634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/05/confused.html' title='confused!'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-111324721763203153</id><published>2005-04-11T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:30.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The abduction of Persephone</title><content type='html'>Tebak gue lagi ngapain hayooo...&lt;br /&gt;hehehe nggak ngapa2in sih, cuma lagi bikin final paper. Heran deh gue ini, papernya udah ditugasin dari awal semester tapi baru mulai dikerjain 2 hari sebelom dikumpulin. Cuma untungnya ini subjek yang gue suka sih jadi walopun agak2 repot, ngerjainnya nggak pake acara frustrasi2an segala. &lt;br /&gt;Topik yang gue ajuin buat paper ini tentang Eleusinian Mysteries (nah lo apa pula itu..)&lt;br /&gt;Eleusinian Mysteries tuh cult rahasia waktu jaman dulu yang bertahan selama ribuan taun di Greece, yang purposenya biar bisa overcome the fear of death. Siapa aja boleh gabung, dr mulai slaves sampe kings. Cuma biaya buat jadi membernya mahal, tapi asal bisa bayar sih ya siapa aja boleh gabung.&lt;br /&gt;Yang rada bikin repot para archaeologists, initiation process buat jadi member tu rahasia banget. Orang hukumannya aja hukuman mati kok kalo ada yg berani ngebocorin. Padahal initiation part ini yang penting, yang bisa ngasih info gimana cara overcome that fear of death. Initiation process ini jumlahnya ada 9 hari. Di hari keenam, katanya para calon member ditunjukin sebuah benda rahasia punyanya Goddess Demeter yang merupakan rahasia kematian. Sayangnya ga ada yang tau benda itu apa. Yang tau juga ga berani ngasitaulah..daripada mati konyol ntar ya gak ya gak ya gak..&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe anyway itu sedikit overview ttg apa yang gue kerjain buat paper ini. Jadi gue harus menyelidiki tentang Demeter, Hades, and the myth of the abduction of Persephone (Demeter's daughter) by Hades. Pas nyuliknya Hades dibantu sama Zeus. Padahal Zeus itu bapaknya Persephone sendiri loh..kacau ya? This is better than soap opera guys...!! (as you can see my excitement of working on a paper is slightly abnormal..especially for me. but don't tell anyone!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-111324721763203153?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/111324721763203153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=111324721763203153&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/111324721763203153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/111324721763203153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/04/abduction-of-persephone.html' title='The abduction of Persephone'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110857367553976624</id><published>2005-02-16T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:29.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>homework...oh homework</title><content type='html'>hff...&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my academic profile exam in 2 hrs. Don't know how to study...so I skipped studying. &lt;br /&gt;Last night was so frustrating. As I said to a friend last night, for the queen of instant gratification (i.e. me..), the benefit of homework just doesn't all that appealing. &lt;br /&gt;oh...i have to go shower. Don't want to be late..!&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110857367553976624?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110857367553976624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110857367553976624&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110857367553976624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110857367553976624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/02/homeworkoh-homework.html' title='homework...oh homework'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110741454068300228</id><published>2005-02-03T01:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:29.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Good Things of Being Sick</title><content type='html'>Well guys, here's the list of 10 good things of being sick that I came up with. Just want to share it with you before I go to bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You get to "ask" people to do something for you because you're too "tired".&lt;br /&gt;2. You get an excuse not to show up for work.&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a "get out of jail" card if you mess something up (you can say I wasn't feeling well..hehe).&lt;br /&gt;4. You can easily win an argument by saying: Well, try to do it while your head feels like blowing up.&lt;br /&gt;5. You get an excuse to sleep all day without being seen as lazy.&lt;br /&gt;6. You get a chance to safely get back at someone you don't like, without being seen as purposely mean (try to sneeze in their face. Quite refreshing..)&lt;br /&gt;7. You get to know who are the people who cares about you, and you'll love them some more for worrying about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. You'll get to remember what's being healthy feels like, because it's not often that we remember what being healthy feels like when we're healthy.&lt;br /&gt;9. Now that we appreciate healthiness more, we will treat our body better and not sleep too late (yeah right..)&lt;br /&gt;10. I can't think of any more. What do you expect?? I'm sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Amanda &lt;br /&gt;1:04 am (still sleeping late even though I'm sick..What can I do...I'm hopeless. Hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110741454068300228?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110741454068300228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110741454068300228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110741454068300228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110741454068300228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/02/10-good-things-of-being-sick.html' title='10 Good Things of Being Sick'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110681416909599228</id><published>2005-01-27T02:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:29.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who sleep with tears in their eyes</title><content type='html'>For those who sleep with tears in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;I understand your sorrow. I understand your tears&lt;br /&gt;yes, this world is confusing&lt;br /&gt;and yes, to be in a maze is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;and lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who sleep with tears in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;I understand your sorrow. I understand your tears&lt;br /&gt;yes, the world fail to be your comfort&lt;br /&gt;and yes, you have no choice but to be happy to live in it&lt;br /&gt;you have the need to be happy in it&lt;br /&gt;you have the control of your own happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we can control happiness&lt;br /&gt;why do we still sleep with tears in our eyes?&lt;br /&gt;If we have the power to control happiness&lt;br /&gt;if happiness is the result of our own deeds and views&lt;br /&gt;should we even like each other?&lt;br /&gt;if we start to like people, wouldn't it means that we are giving up our control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who sleep with tears in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;does like means companionship?&lt;br /&gt;does companionship means hope?&lt;br /&gt;does hope means expectations?&lt;br /&gt;do expectations mean disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if to like people will eventually becomes disappointment&lt;br /&gt;should we even be human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who sleep with tears in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;we still need each other&lt;br /&gt;to deny it is stupid&lt;br /&gt;and lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still need love&lt;br /&gt;and we still have love to give&lt;br /&gt;we need to stop the tears &lt;br /&gt;we need to stop the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who sleep with tears in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;now we understand how to make ourselver happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who sleep with smile in their faces&lt;br /&gt;please tell us then&lt;br /&gt;why do we still sleep with tears in our eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda 1/27/05 2:15 am-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110681416909599228?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110681416909599228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110681416909599228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110681416909599228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110681416909599228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-those-who-sleep-with-tears-in.html' title='For those who sleep with tears in their eyes'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110662137611482027</id><published>2005-01-24T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:29.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly OK</title><content type='html'>Touch my skin, and tell me what you're thinking. Take my hand, and show me where we're going. Lie down next to me, look into my eyes. And tell me what you're seeing. &lt;br /&gt;So sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling. What you feel now is how I feel for you. &lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, and if I'm lying to you. I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you. &lt;br /&gt;See my eyes, they carry your reflection. &lt;strong&gt;Watch my lips, and hear the word I'm telling you&lt;/strong&gt;. Give your trust to me and look into my heart. And show me what you're doing. &lt;br /&gt;Take your time, if I'm lying to you. I know you'll find that you believe me. &lt;br /&gt;You believe me. &lt;br /&gt;Feel the sun on your face and tell me what you're thinking. Catch the snow on your tongue and show me how it tastes. &lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and if I'm lying to you, I'll always be alone. If I'm lying to you. &lt;br /&gt;Take your time, if I'm lying to you. I know you'll find that you believe me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dido- (Tapi kompak sama apa yg gue maksud dan apa yg gue pengen lo tau. See that?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110662137611482027?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110662137611482027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110662137611482027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110662137611482027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110662137611482027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/01/honestly-ok_24.html' title='Honestly OK'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110653288945385244</id><published>2005-01-23T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:29.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn&lt;br /&gt;Baru pulang dr Books A Million, baca2 majalah for free, couchnya comfie lagi. Hehehe..I should've started on my assignment euy...tdnya sih udah bawa2 buku pelajaran, tapi ya..mo digimanain lagi...namanya juga toko buku, there're a million books yg lebih interesting dr text book gue.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini mbak Hani back from Indo, so happy! hehehe. Kangen juga sama Jibran, tapi hari ini belom berani deket2 kasian ntar nangis. Gile tadi Jibby mukanya asli teler abis. Poor baby, klo gue jadi dia gue juga pasti crankylah..mana dingin pula disini! Di Indo kan panas, jadinya ganti2 cuaca gitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;Dooh...udah seminggu gue ga bisa2 tidur niiih! Masa average jam tidur gue tu berkisar antara jam 3-5 am. Adoo...muka gue ancur2an nih ntar. Mata merah, terus those circles under my eyes, pasti item deh, hehehe..Jadi malu ama Fari, soalnya biasanya gue yg dulu suka agak2 ribut ttg waktu tidurnya dia, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;*yawn&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...laper ni..pengen cari cemilan, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110653288945385244?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110653288945385244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110653288945385244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110653288945385244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110653288945385244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/01/yawn-baru-pulang-dr-books-million.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110594559372943943</id><published>2005-01-17T01:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:29.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On a sunday night</title><content type='html'>Tadi abis dr partynya Cochie di apartemennya di Meadows. Happy birthday Cochie! Had a great time at your party! Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang udah jm 1 malem and gue belom bisa bobo, padahal udh capek and ngantuk juga. Akhir2 ini rada2 insomnia neh, kemaren aja baru bisa tidur pas jam 5 pagi and bangun jam 11. Seems like tonight would be like that as well. &lt;br /&gt;2 minggu lagi bakal ada party lagi di tempatnya Tina. Looking forward too, trus mo nonton film serem pula, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Tadi juga liat engagement ringnya ci Lia. eh..engagement apa wedding ring yah itu? Klo marriednya belom, masih disebut engagement ring ya? Trus klo buat yg tuker cincin, cincin yg dipake masih yg sama apa beli lagi yg laen..? Klo gitu berarti cincinnya sama, cuma ganti nama aja dr engagement ring ke wedding ring? Eleuh lieur ya..&lt;br /&gt;Semester akhir ini...agak2 aneh gitu deh rasanya, bad feeling gitu. Kayaknya gue deg2an terus, kayak selalu ada yg hrs dicek, tanggal2 ngumpulin tugas, cara2 bikin tugasnya gimana, dll. Apalagi kelas Strategic Management gue, udh bikin gue nervous gitu. Apa ini gara2 sugesti aja ya? Abinya sebelom gue mulai kelasnya pun, udah ada bbrp temen yg kayanya agak2..gimana yah..afraid for me?(hihihi)for takin the class with Julius Johnson. Even though I had some friends that comforted me as well, but the idea of the professor being mean is already stuck in my head. And the fact that I couldn't understand a single word that he's saying makes it worse. I wish he could just start talking in English and stop saying jargons...! Udah gitu, kelasnya tu digabungin sama graduate students, and they seemed to understand what he's saying...hff...feeling a wee bit intimidated didn't help either. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...anyhow..mo start baca novel lagi ah. Novel yg sekarang bkal gue baca judulnya: Nanny in Hiding. hehe..Gue kemaren malem nyelesein satu buku yg gue temuin waktu gue shelf reading di library yg nyeritain detail tentang tenggelamnya Titanic. Judulnya the Titanic-the End of A Dream. The reports gave an eerie chill when I read it last night. I just wish the 1600 victims of the "unsinkable ship" could rest in piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110594559372943943?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110594559372943943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110594559372943943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110594559372943943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110594559372943943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/01/on-sunday-night.html' title='On a sunday night'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110582598231801639</id><published>2005-01-15T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:29.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huwaa....kekenyangan nih...! Abis makan di Family Buffet ama keluarga, makan udang sama salmon bakar banyak2. Yumm....&lt;br /&gt;Lagi mo ke Mills nih mo nonton, Ucrit ga dateng2 kemana sii...lama deh ;p&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren malem gue ama Ucrit ke MSC ada Greek Lecture gitu. Kali ini mereka ngedatengin writer namanya Thea Halo, judul bukunya "Not Even My Name". Itu bukunya nyeritain kehidupan ibunya waktu jaman genocidenya orang2 Turki dulu thdp orang2 Greek. I was about to buy that book disitu, but I don't have any cash with me. Pas pulang, cari2 bukunya di Half, just as I thought, disitu murah bgt. Yg usednya ada yg cuma $1 an gitu. But then again, gue penasaran, trus gue cek di website librarynya UMSL. Ternyata Pius librarynya SLU ama librarynya Washu punya buku itu, jd gue request aja, minta anterin ke library UMSL. Convenient, and free. Loving the library system so much! Ditambah lagi gue juga request 3 novel Sydney Sheldon yg ada di library mana..gitu. Lupa gue, kayanya sih di Kansas City deh. Sama, tinggal minta anterin ke library UMSL. Again, convenient and free! hehehehe. Well, we paid good money to go to school, might as well use it as much as possible, ya gak? hehehe. This is my first time requesting books dr library gitu. If all goes well, I'll use it more often for sure.&lt;br /&gt;2 hari yg lalu gue dapet sms dr Austin. Seneng juga, akhirnya bisa sms-an. Tadinya ga bisa gitu dunno why. Udah gitu semingguan yg lalu juga gue ketemu temen lama, kenal dr SD, akhirnya ngobrol be3: Wudhi, Keke, ama Isti. Kangen juga euy udah lama ga ketemu. Di Indo aja kita udah mencar abisnya pada pindah2 kota gitu, eh...ketemunya malah dr Friendster. Hidup Friendster! &lt;br /&gt;Duu..uh Ucrit mana sihh? Kemaleman niiih!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110582598231801639?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110582598231801639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110582598231801639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110582598231801639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110582598231801639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/01/huwaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110576780246847592</id><published>2005-01-14T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:29.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with me</title><content type='html'>Hi all....gawd...it's been ages since the last time I really tell stories about me...(hehehe...pedee pede..as if people'd want to know anyway ;p)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just for my piece of mind, I'll just go ahead. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been feeling...well..it's hard to describe...i'll try to give an example to make it clear. It's like you're stuck in a swamp with a snake choking your neck. You're upset, but you don't care enough to do something. As long as you can still drag that snake everywhere you go and you still alive, you just let it be. It's kind of an important situation, but you just don't care. &lt;br /&gt;Is that clear enough explanation? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Yah, today, I decided to do something about that snake. The result...I don't know, I'm not sure. It's like the snake stopped choking my neck, but now it wrapped my hands tightly (cape deh...:p hehehe), meaning I can't do anything about it anymore. It's all in the hands of the snake, will it ever let go only God knows..&lt;br /&gt;Duuh..I'm having a canker sore in my tongue...I couldn't speak since yesterday...! It hurts so bad whenever I tried to move my tongue, let alone speak. Unfortuately, some people see this as an opportunity. One of my co-worker seems to have developed an ability to annoy me more than usual by teasing me since he knew I wouldn't be able to say anything back to him! Tck tck...revenge will be sweet, dude! Harharharhar (evil laugh) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Man...this semester will be hard. My last semester at UMSL...*sigh&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited yet nervous. Will I be able to find a job soon enough? ah we'll see lah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also doing an independent study. The job is to be a marketing consultant for the honors college, on how to market it to international students. First thing that came to my mind...actually start to market it to international student! d'oh...they can make one of the session in the orientation for foreign students an introduction to honors college. Oh well...I guess that's why they need a marketing consultant anyway ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110576780246847592?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110576780246847592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110576780246847592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110576780246847592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110576780246847592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2005/01/whats-up-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s up with me'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110421100244473667</id><published>2004-12-27T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:28.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love someone...tell them before it's too late</title><content type='html'>Alex and Merry are sitting &lt;br /&gt;alone in&lt;br /&gt;the park&lt;br /&gt;one night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: I guess we are the left overs in this&lt;br /&gt;world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry: I think so...All of my friends have&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends and we are only the 2 persons left&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;this world with out any special person in our&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Yup I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry: I know! We'll play a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: What game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry: i'll be your girl friend for 30 days and&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;will be my boy friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: That's a great plan in fact i don't have&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do much this following weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watch their first movie and they both&lt;br /&gt;touched&lt;br /&gt;in a romantic film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the beach and have a&lt;br /&gt;picnic...Alex&lt;br /&gt;and Merry have their quality time together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex invited Merry to a circus and they&lt;br /&gt;ride&lt;br /&gt;on a Horror House....Merry was scared&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;she touched Alex's hand but she touched&lt;br /&gt;someone else's hand and they both&lt;br /&gt;laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They saw a fortune teller down the road and&lt;br /&gt;they&lt;br /&gt;asked for their future advice and the fortune&lt;br /&gt;teller&lt;br /&gt;said: "My darling, Please don't waste the time&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;your life...Spend the rest of your time together&lt;br /&gt;happily" Then tears flow out from the teller's&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry invited Alex to go to the hill and&lt;br /&gt;they&lt;br /&gt;saw a meteor...Merry mumbled something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 28:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat on the bus and because of a bumby&lt;br /&gt;road&lt;br /&gt;Merry gave her first kiss to Alex by&lt;br /&gt;accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 29:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:37pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry and Alex sat in the park where&lt;br /&gt;they&lt;br /&gt;first decided to play this game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: I'm tired Merry...Do you want any&lt;br /&gt;drinks? I'll buy you one.. I'll just go down the&lt;br /&gt;road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry: Apple Juice that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Wait for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20mins later... a stranger approached&lt;br /&gt;Merry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Are you a friend of Alex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry: Why yes? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: A reckless drunken driver ran over&lt;br /&gt;Alex and he is critical in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:57pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor went out of the emergency room&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;he handed out an apple juice and a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: We found this in Alex's pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry reads the letter and it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry, This past few days, i realized you&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;really cute girl and i am really falling for&lt;br /&gt;you..Your&lt;br /&gt;cherish smile your everything when we &lt;br /&gt;played&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;game..... Before this game would end...I&lt;br /&gt;would&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;you to be my girl friend for the rest of my&lt;br /&gt;life....&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;love you Merry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry crumples the paper and shouted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alex ! i don't want you to die... I love&lt;br /&gt;you...Remember that night when we saw a&lt;br /&gt;meteor, I mumbled something... I mumbled&lt;br /&gt;that I&lt;br /&gt;wish we would be together forever and never&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;br /&gt;this game. Please don't leave me Alex... I&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;you! You cannot do this to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the clock strikes 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's heart stop pumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT WAS THE 30TH DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always love your loved ones and show them&lt;br /&gt;how you feel before it is too late...You will&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;know when they will be gone from your&lt;br /&gt;embrace...If&lt;br /&gt;you were given a time to bestow petals of&lt;br /&gt;everlasting compassion and love to your&lt;br /&gt;loved&lt;br /&gt;ones? Today is the day....Love them while&lt;br /&gt;they&lt;br /&gt;are still here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110421100244473667?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110421100244473667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110421100244473667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110421100244473667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110421100244473667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/12/if-you-love-someonetell-them-before.html' title='If you love someone...tell them before it&apos;s too late'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110377706037994664</id><published>2004-12-22T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:28.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hard decision...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man...I sure wish that I can have the ability to come up with a solution like this..I wish I could be as wise..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekelompok anak kecil sedang bermain di &lt;br /&gt;dekat &lt;br /&gt;dua jalur kereta api.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalur yg pertama adalah jalur aktif (masih &lt;br /&gt;sering dilewati KA),sementara jalur kedua &lt;br /&gt;sudah &lt;br /&gt;tidak aktif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya seorang anak yg bermain di jalur yg &lt;br /&gt;tidak &lt;br /&gt;aktif (tidak pernah lagi dilewati KA), &lt;br /&gt;sementara lainnya bermain di jalur &lt;br /&gt;KA yg masih aktif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba terlihat ada kereta api yg mendekat &lt;br /&gt;dgn kecepatan tinggi,&lt;br /&gt;dan kebetulan Anda berada di depan panel &lt;br /&gt;persimpangan yg mengatur arah KA tsb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah Anda akan memindahkan arah KA tsb &lt;br /&gt;ke &lt;br /&gt;jalur sdh tidak aktif dan menyelamatkan &lt;br /&gt;sebagian &lt;br /&gt;besar anak kecil yg sedang bermain ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun hal ini berarti Anda mengorbankan &lt;br /&gt;seorang &lt;br /&gt;anak yang sedang bermain di jalur KA yg tidak &lt;br /&gt;aktif. &lt;br /&gt;Atau Anda akan membiarkan kereta tsb berada &lt;br /&gt;di &lt;br /&gt;jalur yg seharusnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari berhenti sejenak dan berpikir keputusan &lt;br /&gt;apa yang sebaiknya kita ambil ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan baik-baik jawaban Anda...., dan setelah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda yakin dengan jawaban Anda, baru Anda &lt;br /&gt;teruskan membaca ke bawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagian besar orang akan memilih untuk &lt;br /&gt;memindahkan arah kereta dan hanya&lt;br /&gt;mengorbankan jiwa seorang anak. &lt;br /&gt;Anda mungkin memiliki pilihan yg sama&lt;br /&gt;karena dgn menyelamatkan sebagian besar &lt;br /&gt;anak &lt;br /&gt;dan &lt;br /&gt;hanya kehilangan seorang anak adalah sebuah &lt;br /&gt;keputusan yg rasional dan dpt dianggap baik &lt;br /&gt;secara moral maupun emosional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun sadarkah Anda bhw anak yg memilih &lt;br /&gt;untuk &lt;br /&gt;bermain di jalur KA yg sudah tidak aktif, &lt;br /&gt;berada di pihak yg benar karena telah memilih &lt;br /&gt;untuk bermain di tempat yg aman? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di samping itu, dia harus dikorbankan justru&lt;br /&gt;Krn kecerobohan teman2nya yang bermain di &lt;br /&gt;tempat &lt;br /&gt;berbahaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilema semacam ini terjadi di sekitar kita &lt;br /&gt;setiap hari. &lt;br /&gt;Di sekolah, di kampus, di kantor, di keluarga, di &lt;br /&gt;masyarakat, bahkan di dunia politik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pihak minoritas harus dikorbankan demi &lt;br /&gt;kepentingan mayoritas.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak peduli betapa bodoh dan cerobohnya &lt;br /&gt;pihak &lt;br /&gt;mayoritas tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyawa seorang anak yang memilih untuk tidak &lt;br /&gt;bermain bersama teman-temannya di jalur KA &lt;br /&gt;yang &lt;br /&gt;berbahaya telah dikesampingkan. &lt;br /&gt;Dan bahkan mungkin kita tidak akan &lt;br /&gt;menyesalkan &lt;br /&gt;kejadian tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu Indo_Amrik Crew yg men-forward &lt;br /&gt;cerita ini &lt;br /&gt;berpendapat bahwa dia tidak akan mengubah &lt;br /&gt;arah &lt;br /&gt;laju kereta karena dia percaya anak-anak yang &lt;br /&gt;bermain di jalur KA yang masih aktif &lt;br /&gt;sangat sadar bahwa jalur tersebut masih aktif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akibatnya mereka akan segera lari ketika &lt;br /&gt;mendengar suara kereta mendekat. &lt;br /&gt;Jika arah laju kereta diubah ke jalur &lt;br /&gt;yg tidak aktif maka seorang anak yg sedang &lt;br /&gt;bermain di jalur tsb pasti akan tewas, krn dia&lt;br /&gt;tidak pernah berpikir bhw kereta akan menuju &lt;br /&gt;jalur tsb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disamping itu, alasan sebuah jalur KA &lt;br /&gt;dinonaktifkan kemungkinan karena&lt;br /&gt;jalur tersebut sudah tidak aman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila arah laju kereta diubah ke jalur yang &lt;br /&gt;tidak aktif,maka kita telah membahayakan &lt;br /&gt;nyawa &lt;br /&gt;seluruh penumpang di dalam kereta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin langkah yang telah ditempuh &lt;br /&gt;untuk &lt;br /&gt;menyelamatkan sekumpulan anak dengan &lt;br /&gt;mengorbankan &lt;br /&gt;seorang anak, akan mengorbankan lagi ratusan &lt;br /&gt;nyawa penumpang di kereta tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita harus sadar bahwa hidup ini penuh dengan &lt;br /&gt;keputusan sulit yg hrs dibuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin kita tdk akan menyadari bhw &lt;br /&gt;sebuah &lt;br /&gt;keputusan yang cepat tdk selalu menjadi &lt;br /&gt;keputusan &lt;br /&gt;yg benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi yang perlu diingat.... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesuatu yang benar tidak selalu disukai dan &lt;br /&gt;sesuatu yang disukai tidak selalu benar .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By : Indo_Amrik Crew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110377706037994664?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110377706037994664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110377706037994664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110377706037994664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110377706037994664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/12/hard-decision.html' title='hard decision...'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110296229620694008</id><published>2004-12-13T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:28.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Angel? Dagnabit! Hi hi hi</title><content type='html'>people...people...people...tsk tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;Even after 22 years of living, and eventually knowing, it never ceases to amaze me of how imperfect we are. &lt;br /&gt;Well...despite of all the imperfections there are in the world, I just want to discuss one thing that kinda bugs me for this past month..(or year, even?)&lt;br /&gt;Do you know some people who seem to strive to be seen as "nice" for the world to see? &lt;br /&gt;The kind of people who would leave their garbage for others (or maybe, for people who they call their "best friends") to take care of, just so the world would only see the good side of them, and not their flaws? &lt;br /&gt;This kind of people rely on having so-called good friends who are outspoken and, may I say, braver than them, so these "nice" people can simply talk to their good friends about their problems, and expect their good friends will take care of the garbage for them? &lt;br /&gt;And as you could have already guessed, their good friends will become the bad guy for the world to see. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the "bad guys" don't realize it at all that they're being pathetically used by their so-called good friends. And even if they eventually realize it, it will already be too late. They've already become the bad guy to the world. And nobody wants to listen to the bad guy, of course. Their revelation will be viewed as jealousy to others. My..my..my.. :)&lt;br /&gt;However, I myself, can't say that I blame those devilish "angels". I mean, who doesn't want to be liked by others? It does make your life so damn easier, now doesn't it? I want to be liked by others too, of course! But somehow, outangel-ing (don't protest, this isn't a word but I know you know what I'm saying ;p) people is just not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;My conscience is a killer! I'd rather sleep peacefully at night. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I'm in a totally Zen mode right now (hehehe). And I'm not writing this in a state of anger or anything. This is just something for us to think and discuss about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110296229620694008?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110296229620694008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110296229620694008&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110296229620694008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110296229620694008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-angel-dagnabit-hi-hi-hi.html' title='What Angel? Dagnabit! Hi hi hi'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110292953667166862</id><published>2004-12-13T03:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:28.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visionary Soul...wow :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Visionary Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/visionary-soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.&lt;br /&gt;Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have great vision and can be very insightful.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/oldsoul.html"&gt;Old Soul&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/peacemakersoul.html"&gt;Peacemaker Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kindsoulquiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110292953667166862?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110292953667166862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110292953667166862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110292953667166862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110292953667166862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/12/visionary-soulwow.html' title='A Visionary Soul...wow :)'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110179198691546683</id><published>2004-11-29T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:28.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>When you're only 5 years old, I said I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you're 15 years old, I said I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blushed... You look down and smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're 20 years old, I said I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your head on my shoulder and hold my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that I might dissapear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you're 25 years old, I said I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prepare breakfast and serve it in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kiss my forehead said: You better be quick, it's gonna be late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you're 30 years old, I said I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said: if you really love me, please come back early after work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you're 40 years old, I said I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cleaning the dining table and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok dear, but it's time for you to help our child with his/her revision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you're 50 years old, I said I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are knitting and you laugh at me :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you're 60 years old, I said I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile at me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you're 70 years old, I said I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit on the rocking chair with our glasses on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading your love letter that you sent me 50 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our hands crossing together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're 80 years old, you said you love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything but cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day must be the happiest day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you finally said you love me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110179198691546683?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110179198691546683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110179198691546683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110179198691546683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110179198691546683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110170409474275113</id><published>2004-11-28T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:27.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Flattered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From the Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You can vibe with the steady rhythms of the Moon.&lt;br /&gt;You're in touch with your emotions and intuition.&lt;br /&gt;You possess a great, unmatched imagination - and an infinite memory.&lt;br /&gt;Ultra-sensitive, you feel at home anywhere (or with anyone).&lt;br /&gt;A total healer, you light the way in the dark for many.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/planetquiz.html"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110170409474275113?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110170409474275113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110170409474275113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110170409474275113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110170409474275113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-flattered.html' title='I&apos;m Flattered...'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110170399552795919</id><published>2004-11-28T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:27.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#CCFFCC align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're Indonesian When....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stomach growls when you don't eat rice for a day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You believe kecap ABC could turn bad cooking to gourmet food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk during a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat fried rice in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer Versace or Moschino jeans over Gap or Levi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't think Jim Carrey is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Onky Alexander is a hunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Rhoma Irama is kampungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carry a 16 oz. jar of sambal to where ever you travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving a car that is cheaper than $15,000 embarrasses you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think dangdut is stupid, but listen to it anyways, because you are homesick.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are willing to travel 25 miles to buy tahu and tempe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are "Dreaming of a WARM Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very good at avoiding potholes and other road hazards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your local McDonald's serves rice and sambal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Supermi is a staple food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever tried passing a Rp 50 coin as a quarter in a US vending machine/pay phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever successfully bribed a police officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever successfully bribed a customs officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do your shopping in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your drivers license claims you are 5 years older then you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever legally bought pirated software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever been forced to memorize UUD'45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have bought something from a barefooted street peddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly how many islands Indonesia has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever eaten something sold off a cart on wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realized that money is everything before you were six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that comes to mind when hearing the word "Jakarta" is "macet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone you know has ever ridden on top of a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daily commute includes thinking up new ways to ride the city bus for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind people being late.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You think standing in line is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have tried every Monday of your youth trying to avoid upacara bendera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have used a mosquito repellant that looks like a coil and is lit on one end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use the terms "Ni yee", "-lah" and "Ih, jijay" on daily basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Pancasila is, what it means and know it by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain that movies in America don't have sub-titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daily conversation may include enactments of TV commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever consulted a dukun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your whole class has ever cheated on a test, and gotten away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever spent the night before an exam looking for someone who sells the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like the smell of terasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the Thomas Cup is equal to the Super Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can name a manufacturer of shuttlecocks/badminton birdies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a 16' satellite dish hidden in your back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ever ridden in a motor vehicle with three wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss your maid during laundry day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your clothing has brand names printed on it that is visible from 50' away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attend weddings only until you are done eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have attended weddings that you are not invited to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to McDonald's to get your weekly supply of ketchup, salt, pepper and napkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know more than one music group that stole the tune of Cranberries' "Zombie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a can of Baygon on your kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make major decisions based on gengsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You take advantage of Wal-Mart's 30 days money-back-guarantee to "borrow" home appliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in your family has extra pockets in his outfit to hide cookies from the all-you-can-eat bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have paid more then $1000 to get your name on your license plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When watching TV you regularly find that all the channels broadcast the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know more than 10 acronyms/abbreviations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You set the ring tone of your cell phone as loud as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your weekends at an expensive five star hotel near your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have one of those gigantic 5000 watts stereo system even though you can't turn it as loud as you can since you live in a crowded neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your Toyota Kijang is packed with bull bar, fog lights, roof rail, car alarm, expensive car audio, gold plated emblems, tail light "protector", racing steering wheels, sports muffler, lowered suspension, 17 inch wheels with expensive tires, etc. Yet you find them not gaul enough.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are able to squeeze 15 passengers in your Toyota Kijang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're rich, you buy a huge 50.000 dollars imported SUV and demands it to run minimal 12 kilometers with a liter of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refuse to buy unleaded gas for your imported car even though it costs less than 20 cents a liter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your drivers license at the age of 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it without any driving tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unfamiliar with electric stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are even more unfamiliar with microwave ovens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a student, your main purpose in life is to succeed in UMPTN and get into a Universitas Negeri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've graduated from college, your main purpose in life is to find an easy job with big salary at a foreign company even if you have to stay unemployed for five years to find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you finally got a job, your main purpose in life is now to get a wife/husband that's rich, from a "good" family, and the most importantly good looking in order to memperbaiki keturunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proud to be Indonesian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Indonesian friends!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wherefrom.html"&gt;Get Your Own "You Know You're" Meme Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110170399552795919?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110170399552795919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110170399552795919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110170399552795919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110170399552795919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/11/indonesian.html' title='Indonesian!'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110075685164018478</id><published>2004-11-17T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:27.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially buat ndut</title><content type='html'>For my soulmate. You know who you are (well...hopefully, soalnya lo suka agak2 telat sih, hehehehe). I am really blessed to have you as a friend. Hope you'll read this and think of how much I appreciate your existence in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for tonight, it's been too long ya ndut. I promise next time whenever I have free time, I'll let you know, especially on weekends (free minutes for my phone, dude ;p) hehehe. Sayang kita jauh nih sekarang, jadi ga bisa curhat sesuka gue (vice versa lah ya)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, awas kalo lo ngetawain gue! Kalo iya, I'll find out somehow, and you'll feel my wrath!!&lt;br /&gt; Oh, and sorry about the joke, whatever you say, I still feel bad. Next time I tell you I'm getting married, I promise it'll be for real (amiiin, hehehe). It was a good one though..!! ;p hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Oke deh ndut, just want to let you kow that you're a good friend and I'm so lucky being one of yours.&lt;br /&gt;(I know you're smiling right no..w! hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hold me close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Baby please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tell me anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But that you’re gonna leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As I kiss this falling tear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I promise you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I will be here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;'Til the stars fall from the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;'Til I find a reason why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And darling as the years go by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;'Til there’s no tears left to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;'Til the angels close my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And even if we’re worlds apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll find my way back to you by heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;When you go I’ll stop the clock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I won’t ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Let this moment stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Time is stealin’ you from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But it can never take this memory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110075685164018478?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110075685164018478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110075685164018478&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110075685164018478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110075685164018478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/11/especially-buat-ndut.html' title='Especially buat ndut'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110061404694632327</id><published>2004-11-16T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:27.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Sweetness strikes again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yes, my dear friends....Mr. Sweetness strikes again *sigh (with a twinkle in my eyes...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;This morning, dia sapa gue, trus nanya "how are you?". Gue bilang not good, karena emang gue lagi kena sore throat (barengan ama Sigit, harinya sama pula, ya nggak de?). Trus dia bilang: "Then what are you doing here, working? go home..." Dan yang bikin terharu itu mukanya tu loh..yg bener2 genuine concern.. *sigh lagi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Gue bilang ga bisa, soalnya emang hari ini gue ada kelas abis kerja. Trus dia bilang: "Not fun, huh..?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dan seterusnya dan seterusnya.....udah gitu terakhir gue bilang don't come near me, I don't want to make you sick too. Udah gitu dia bilang: "Ah, that's okay," and not move away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Terharuuu...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110061404694632327?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110061404694632327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110061404694632327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110061404694632327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110061404694632327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/11/mr-sweetness-strikes-again.html' title='Mr. Sweetness strikes again...'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110057924402730897</id><published>2004-11-15T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:27.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eid!</title><content type='html'>Happy Eid for all of you who celebrate it. Hope you have a good and blessed fasting month. Semoga semua amal2 kita diterima Allah S.W.T.&lt;br /&gt;And for all of you guys, I wish for your forgiveness, for all of the things that I've done, on purpose or not, and realizing it or not, that I've made mistakes or do you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So, this comes out truly from my heart, I just want to say, guys, I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I am still in my quest of being a better person, and I think this quest will never ends so long as I live and breathe (it's kinda similar with the quest of world peace, you know. It'll never ends, hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once again, I'm really sorry and I am begging for your big hearts to be able to forgive me, k (yey maksa, hehehe). I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Manda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110057924402730897?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110057924402730897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110057924402730897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110057924402730897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110057924402730897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-eid.html' title='Happy Eid!'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110054631852423518</id><published>2004-11-15T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:27.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do birds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly appear? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime you are near&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They long to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Close to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall down from the sky? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime you walk by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They long to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Close to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the day that you were born&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The angels got together and decided&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To create a dream come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So they sprinkled moondust in your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that is why all the girls in town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follow you all around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They long to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Close to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110054631852423518?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110054631852423518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110054631852423518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110054631852423518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110054631852423518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/11/close-to-you.html' title='Close to you'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-110023323355434842</id><published>2004-11-11T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:27.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mr. Sweetness...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This morning... I got a whole new perspective about this guy. Well, I've always thought that he's really nice, but I didn't know that he could be such a sweetheart..!&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;Usually every Tuesday and Thursday mornings I am prepping those computer rooms, including filling up the paper tray for the printers and all. Usually he and I kid around about how he keeps stocking up the papers while I take them right away for the classrooms. So, I am his li'l paper-snatcher lady..hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo...this morning wasn't any different, I had to take a cart from the storage to take the papers with me (I could carry up to 3 rims of paper comfortably, juggling those with my clipboard full of keys, but more than that, I need the cart). As usual, I parked the cart in front of the door. However this time, he actually approached me, smiled from ear to ear, and asked me (really nicely, I might add) how many rims I need. I asked for four, and then walked into my office to grab some markers. When I came out, 5 rims of papers were already stacked neatly on the cart, with candies on top of them! Unfortunately, I could not just say thank you gracefully, instead, I couldn't stop myself from saying: "Ooh...candy!", and hopped. twice. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating those candies right now. Want some? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-110023323355434842?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/110023323355434842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=110023323355434842&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110023323355434842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/110023323355434842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/11/hello-mr-sweetness.html' title='Hello Mr. Sweetness...!'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109971845794498871</id><published>2004-11-05T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:26.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>must come to an end...</title><content type='html'>Hi, Amy, it's mom..&lt;br /&gt;Well, by the time you see this, I won't be here anymore. And I know how much that sucks, for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;So seeing as how I won't be around to thoroughly annoy you, I thought I would give you a little list of things that I wish for you.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's the obvious. An education.&lt;br /&gt;Family. Friends. And a life that is full of the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to make mistakes. Make a lot of them. Because there's no better way to learn and to grow, all right..?&lt;br /&gt;And, um, I want you to spend a lot of time at the ocean, because the ocean forces you to dream.&lt;br /&gt;And I insist, that you, my girl, be a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;I never really believe in God. In fact, I've spent a lot of time and energy trying to disprove that God exists. But I hope that you are able to believe in God, because the thing that I've come to realize, sweetheart....is that it just doesn't matter if God exists or not.The important thing is for you to believe in something.&lt;br /&gt;Because I promise you, that that believe will keep you warm at night, and I want you to feel safe always.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's love.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to love to the tips of your fingers, and when you find that love, wherever you find it, whoever you choose, don't run away from it.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't have to chase after it either. You just be patient, and it'll come to you, I promise. And when you least expect it, like you, like spending the best year of my life with the sweetest and the smartest and the most beautiful baby girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;You don't be afraid, sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;And remember, to love is to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a message from a dying young mother to her baby daughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. ada yg tau nggak ini drmn hayo? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109971845794498871?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109971845794498871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109971845794498871&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109971845794498871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109971845794498871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/11/must-come-to-end.html' title='must come to an end...'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109937413082016551</id><published>2004-11-01T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:26.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye baby, don't be long.....</title><content type='html'>Duuu...h! Ini lagu ga bisa keluar dr kepala gue dari tadi pagi! padahal lagunya enak loh...sayangnya jadi soundtracknya Kingdom Hospital, so it's kinda sucks all the good things about it and just leave the song with eerieness...&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ini hasil dr nonton Kingdom Hospital di rumah Ading, ni film panjang banget ga beres2, dr jam 1 ampe imsak pun belom beres2 filmnya. Gue nontonnya sambil tidur abis ngantuk banget, paling bangun sekali2 buat update ceritanya udah nyampe mana. Filmnya sih sebenernya nggak seem2 amat, but the thing is, setiap gue bangun tuh kayanya slalu, always, slaluu pas sebagian filmnya udah abis, trus move on to the opening part...&lt;em&gt;bye bye baby...don't be long...i'm worried about you..whe you're gone..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada image Antibus, the disease-sucking anteater, ada cewek lying down with an unnatural position, and then her face turned into a white mask covered with dirt, ada a pair of hands holding some kind of peas. it was ok when I watched it, but when it all plays back in my head (like now...*sigh), it's just wrong in so many levels (for me, at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109937413082016551?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109937413082016551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109937413082016551&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109937413082016551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109937413082016551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/11/bye-bye-baby-dont-be-long.html' title='Bye bye baby, don&apos;t be long.....'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109901694546250829</id><published>2004-10-28T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:26.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuna Wrap Update</title><content type='html'>Remember the tuna wrap?&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I was so happy with it yesterday, I craved for some more today. Jadi ke Nosh lagi, pesen itu...trus while preparing it...the koki said something, trus she accidentally spit on my wrap......Needn't say more..oh and by the way, don't ask if I ate it or not, k?&lt;br /&gt;Whyy....yy? *tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109901694546250829?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109901694546250829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109901694546250829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109901694546250829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109901694546250829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/tuna-wrap-update.html' title='Tuna Wrap Update'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109901655420890699</id><published>2004-10-28T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:26.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Response buat blognya Sigit--bullies?</title><content type='html'>Baru aja selesai nonton film di ABC Family tadi. Judulnya Hangman's Curse. Ceritanya ttg legenda salah seorang anak high school namanya Abel Frye. He hanged himself because of the bullies. Tiap hari dia dikerjain terus ama bullies di high school itu, dilemparin telor, diketawain, dll. Years later, ponakannya Abel (yg gayanya jg nerdy2 gitu), Sherman, bikin revenge ke bullies di sekolah itu. Dia bikin legend bahwa hantunya Abel bakal ngehantuin bullies di sekolah. Gejalanya, pertama2 mereka bakal dapet grafiti hangman di locker mereka, bbrp waktu kemudian terus mereka bakal ngeliat hantu Abel, trus coma, until finally they'll die.&lt;br /&gt;Trus ada sekeluarga detektif yg ditugasin buat investigate ini, anaknya 2, satu cewek satu cowok, yg cewek disuruh berperan jd yg cool, yg cowok jd nerd (even though he's a cute as hell nerd, pake kacamata, love him..pinter berantem lagi, tapi ga show off, my kind of guy exactly...sigh...), bapaknya jd janitor sekolah, ibunya jd nurse di klinik sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata, ujung2nya, legend ttg Abel itu cuma buatan Sherman. Dia manfaatin anak2 bergaya punk (tp aneh, pd defenseless gitu?!) yg sehari2 jadi bulan2an bullies (biasa...football jockeys). Sherman bikin mereka percaya sama hantu Abel yg bakal ngebales semua perbuatan bullies itu. Ternyata bullies2 yg coma dikasih racun spider campur pheromones yg bisa bikin hallucination, coma, trus death.&lt;br /&gt;Things got out of hand, spidernya yg tadinya cuma seekor, trus ketemu male spider, they mate, the female ate the male after they mate as usual (for spiders, gituu), trus menghasilkan beribu2 poisonous spider laen.&lt;br /&gt;Wow...things that happened because of bullying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hh....that beautiful nerd.......&lt;br /&gt;eh, agak2 besides the point, sori2 ;p hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109901655420890699?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109901655420890699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109901655420890699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109901655420890699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109901655420890699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/response-buat-blognya-sigit-bullies.html' title='Response buat blognya Sigit--bullies?'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109892490929719954</id><published>2004-10-27T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:26.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pills in Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This afternoon, I ate lunch with my ol' bro. Unhappy with the thought of having to eat lunch at the Nosh today. What to do...I don't have si Belang with me today, so I have no other choice, either eat Nosh's crappy food or starve. For those who know me, you guys should be able to guess what I chose. I chose to eat (even though I'm sure it's going to be tasteless burger or cardboard-flavored turkey/roast beef slices). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, trus I entered the Nosh, raised one of my eyebrow, sighed, and then looked at the Deli, the Pizza section, and then at the Panini Fresca. I decided Panini Fresca will be my gourmet choice for today, since I've never had anything from that part of the Nosh. Trus gue pesen tuna sandwich, orangnya nanya: Do you want it with bread? I said: yup.. Soalnya gue liat di displaynya tuna sandwichnya ada yg pake wrap instead of bread, I wasn't sure it'll be better tasting than bread, so bread it is. Wait for 50 seconds, got the wrap....not the bread....Too lazy to protest, I took it, grab a bottle of water, go to the cashier, grab a bag of Ruffles on my way, pay a whuppin' $6 sumthin for them. Sigh again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And then, I finally got a chance to take a bite from that tuna wrap. I stopped. This tastes good! Actually, it tastes awesome! and the self-made potato chips, they're awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And then you know what, after being depressed for a couple of weeks, this experience is actually made me feel better! Just ask my koko kalo ga percaya. It was the weirdest thing, deh..I think they put something in that tuna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I said to my koko before, it's funny how a delicious tuna wrap can actually make someone feel good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had no faith at all in the Nosh since I kept getting bad experiences with them. Just when I thought they were hopeless, suddenly they have this tuna wrap! I didn't even order it, it just came to me like a blessing in disguise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I guess the lesson for today is: Sometimes when you think that this world is hopeless, and you've lost faith in it, you can be wrong. Nosh's tuna wrap has told me that hope still exists and you should never give up on something, especially if it's something that you love (in this case, food). So, if you love something, it can surprise you where you can get it in places you've never thought possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yep, I gotta tell you, I owe the Nosh today (sambil ngangguk2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109892490929719954?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109892490929719954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109892490929719954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109892490929719954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109892490929719954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-pills-in-disguise.html' title='Happy Pills in Disguise'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109845786914516422</id><published>2004-10-22T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:26.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manusia bahagia bila...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manusia bahagia bila ia bisa membuka mata.&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menyadari bahwa ia memiliki banyak hal yang berarti.&lt;br /&gt;Manusia bisa bahagia bila ia mau membuka mata hati.&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menyadari, betapa ia dicintai.&lt;br /&gt;Manusia bisa bahagia, bila ia mau membuka diri.&lt;br /&gt;Agar orang lain bisa mencintainya dengan tulus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manusia tidak bahagia karena tidak mau membuka hati,&lt;br /&gt;berusaha meraih yang tidak dapat diraih,&lt;br /&gt;memaksa untuk mendapatkan segala yang diinginkan,&lt;br /&gt;tidak mau menerima dan mensyukuri yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;Manusia buta karena egois dan hanya memikirkan diri,&lt;br /&gt;tidak sadar bahwa ia begitu dicintai,&lt;br /&gt;tidak sadar bahwa saat ini, apa yang ada adalah baik,&lt;br /&gt;selalu berusaha meraih lebih, dan tidak mau sadar karena serakah.&lt;br /&gt;Ada teman yang begitu mencintai,&lt;br /&gt;namun tidak diindahkan, karena memilih, menilai dan menghakimi sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Memilih teman dan mencari-cari, padahal di depan mata ada teman yang sejati.&lt;br /&gt;Telah memiliki segala yang terbaik, namun serakah, ingin dirinya yang paling diperhatikan, paling disayang, selalu menjadi pusat perhatian, selalu dinomorsatukan.&lt;br /&gt;Padahal, semua manusia memiliki peranan,&lt;br /&gt;hebat dan nomor satu dalam satu hal, belum tentu dalam hal lain,&lt;br /&gt;dicintai oleh satu orang belum tentu oleh orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;Kebahagiaan bersumber dari dalam diri kita sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Jikalau berharap dari orang lain, maka bersiaplah untuk ditinggalkan,&lt;br /&gt;bersiaplah untuk dikhianati.&lt;br /&gt;Kita akan bahagia bila kita bisa menerima diri apa adanya,&lt;br /&gt;mencintai dan menghargai diri sendiri,&lt;br /&gt;mau mencintai orang lain, dan mau menerima orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah kepada Tuhan, dan bersyukurlah kepada-Nya,&lt;br /&gt;bahwa kita selalu diberikan yang terbaik sesuai usaha kita, tak perlu berkeras hati.&lt;br /&gt;Ia akan memberi kita di saat yang tepat apa yang kita butuhkan,&lt;br /&gt;meskipun bukan hari ini, masih ada esok hari.&lt;br /&gt;Berusaha dan bahagialah karena kita dicintai begitu banyak orang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and by the way....ehm..ini bukan tulisan gue juga. hehe ...just thought that this one's a good piece...hehe..jadi malu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109845786914516422?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109845786914516422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109845786914516422&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109845786914516422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109845786914516422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/manusia-bahagia-bila.html' title='Manusia bahagia bila...'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109824717815314132</id><published>2004-10-19T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:26.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation of Two Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part I: The Message&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you see me walking the road with someone else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not because I like his company&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its because you're not brave enough to walk beside me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you hear me talking about him all the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not because he pleases me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its because you're too deaf to hear my heartbeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you feel me falling with someone new&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not because I love him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because you're not there to catch me fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you feel lost, I too am nowhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I too don't know where the road is going&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are we gonna cross each other's path&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or just completely turn around?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or go to the place where love is bound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let me walk with him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you I want to walk with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let me talk of him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you I want to talk with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let me fall for him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you I want to fall in love with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part II: The Answer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you thought I wasn't brave enough to walk beside you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was behind you every step of the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still filled with awe because of the beauty that stands before me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you thought I was too deaf to hear your heartbeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't want to assume anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I was afraid to lose our friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you thought I wasn't there to catch you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was because you never gave me the chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never reached the bottom, you've already grabbed a branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you feel like you are nowhere, I too am lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I too don't know where the road is going&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are we just going to turn around,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or are we gonna cross each other's path?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will we just let go of what we had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or go to the place where love is bound?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let me walk alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to walk by your side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let me talk of something else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you I want to talk with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let me fall for someone else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you I want to fall in love with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109824717815314132?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109824717815314132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109824717815314132&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109824717815314132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109824717815314132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/conversation-of-two-hearts.html' title='Conversation of Two Hearts'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109818336805295652</id><published>2004-10-19T05:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:26.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you, culprit you..</title><content type='html'>Can't think of a better title ah..&lt;br /&gt;Abis saur sambil nunggu siap2 mo kerja. Just sitting here, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Quite some years ago, I wondered, how does it feel when you have a big problem which actually caused by someone else, not your fault, but you're the one who end up having to solve it yourself and being seen as the one's responsible while the culprit actually gets away with it and go about his merry way?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I kinda have a pre...tty good idea on how does it feels.&lt;br /&gt;However, the second question is, is it really someone else's fault? What if the err's mine? Hayo loo..&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I actually have some idea on how to solve the problem (finally! a good night sleep does wonder, hehe). Just need some help from some buddies (I'll contact you guys later, skrg masih subuh, hehehehe). Bantuin yaaa...thanks sebelomnya!&lt;br /&gt;But again, I still have the responsibility to tell the person that there are problems because of his decision. The truth is, I don't want to have anything else to do with him...! Kapo..k deh kapok..But I have to. Trying to make everybody happy. Hhh.....here we go agaii..nn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh tenggorokan jg gatel euy, udah serak2..kayaknya ketularan yg pd lg batuk deh...hiks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109818336805295652?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109818336805295652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109818336805295652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109818336805295652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109818336805295652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-culprit-you.html' title='you, culprit you..'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109769579308374357</id><published>2004-10-13T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:26.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagi seneng, hehehe</title><content type='html'>Hari ini (sebenernya dari kemaren sih) gue lagi happy. Why? soalnya semua udah selesai, ujian beres, debat beres, paper beres, etc etc juga beres deh ;)&lt;br /&gt;Cuma aja kemaren pagi gue dimulai dgn gawat. 2 malem yg lalu tu yah, gue lg siap2 belajar buat ujian sama debate. Jam 1-an, mata udah mulai berat, akhirnya pas gue ga kuat lagi, pasang weker di HP buat bangun jam 3 am, terus lanjutin belajar bablas ampe sekolah soalnya gue emang kerja jam 7 pagi anyway. Next, akhirnya gue bangun, kiceup2, liat jam dinding: 7:28 am.....masih belom nyadar, kiceup2 sekali lagi, masih 7:28. Beberapa detik kemudian, gue langsung tegak ambil scream: Kyaaaa!!! Gue kerja jam tujuuuuuh..!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Langsung deh telepon David, bilang gue overslept, I'll be there in 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Nyampe ke kampus jam 7:45...Mampus dee......udah siap2 dimarahin aja gue. Mana belajarnya masih belom selesai, lagi. Gue masih harus ngafalin 7 chapter + 3 case studies lagi! Inget itu, jadi pengen nangis rasanya, gue udah kedip2 lagi gitu untung ga sampe nangis abis kan malu2in! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Untungnya, gue ga dimarahin, bos gue ga bilang apa2, schedulernya juga malah ngehibur gue. "Don't worry, you should be glad because that means you had more sleep." Mungkin pada kesian juga kali ya liat muka gue udah ancur2an, hehehehe. Tapi sebenernya gue sampe sekarang masih deg2an sih, masih nunggu dimarahin...masa sih ga dimarahin? padahal yg namanya telat di kerjaan gue itu big deal banget, tanya aja Sigit ama Wulan.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, setelah itu semua selesai, ujian gue kelar and debate gue juga wasn't as bad as my group expected, rasanya legaaaaaa banget.&lt;br /&gt;Trus abis itu gue buka agenda gue, cek jadwal buat minggu depan. I have never seen anything so beautiful before. Blank pages....such bliss...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horee....!&lt;br /&gt;manda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109769579308374357?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109769579308374357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109769579308374357&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109769579308374357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109769579308374357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/lagi-seneng-hehehe.html' title='Lagi seneng, hehehe'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109769413541086500</id><published>2004-10-13T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:26.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knightettes of Bloggaria Part II</title><content type='html'>One day, the five knightettes were riding their beautiful stallions to the palace of Lady Hanidyana, the head sorceress of Bloggaria. She was the one who found the hidden power of the knightettes when they were born. Lady Hanidyana had traveled through Bloggaria in search of the future knightettes.&lt;br /&gt;It all began when one night she received a message from the Spirit of the Stallions through her dream, that she must find a group of fair maidens that will guard Bloggaria and maintain their prosperity. A group of spiritual strength and magic she must find.&lt;br /&gt;On the second night she received another message. She found out that her duty was to lead the knightettes, guide them, and train them.&lt;br /&gt;"Go to the North where the earth almost touches the sky to find the daughter of knowledge. Go to the East where the flower and oat covered valley spreads to find the daughter of beauty. Go to the South where the earth is abundant with the warmth of light and the creature of earth grow facilely to find the daughter of honesty. Go to the West where Goddesses bathes in the stream of rivers and waterfalls, sprinkled by the colors of the rainbow to find the daughter of innocence. Go to the Northwest where the ocean sing the sounds of mother nature, glittering like a thousand diamonds strewn accross a blue blanket to find the daughter of purity. Guide them and let them become what they were destined to be!"&lt;br /&gt;Then Lady Hanidyana began her journey. Everywhere she went, all people bowed whenever she passed by, riding her white stallion. Even people from parts of the world far away from Bloggaria knew she possessed nobility much higher than common people. She was respected and loved by all&lt;br /&gt;After she found the five knightettes in different places troughout the world, she trained them, teached them knowledges not known to any others, and the most important thing, she thaught them compassion and respect for any living being in the world. All of the knightettes love Lady Hanidyana very much, and she was the person who the knightettes look up to when they need answers for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109769413541086500?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109769413541086500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109769413541086500&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109769413541086500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109769413541086500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/knightettes-of-bloggaria-part-ii.html' title='Knightettes of Bloggaria Part II'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109769083150841677</id><published>2004-10-13T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:25.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>brr....</title><content type='html'>Gue lagi di tempat kerja di South campus........, IT'S FRIGGIN' COLD IN HERE..!! &lt;br /&gt;Some people just have no sense! Turning on the air conditioner (and, should I say, full blast!) in a weather like this! Ga cukup dingin apa diluar sampe diruangan ac dinyalain, ga kira2. Ini jari gue udah biru2 bginihh.....! No common sense, no common sense at all. Ga nyadar kali ye bahwa nggak semua orang berasal dari kutub utara...huh...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109769083150841677?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109769083150841677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109769083150841677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109769083150841677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109769083150841677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/brr.html' title='brr....'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109747858204747963</id><published>2004-10-11T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:25.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of paper and friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gue lagi bingung, di tengah2 lagi bikin paper, muncul pertanyaan2 yg ga ada hubungannya ama paper gue (4 more pages to goo...!). Kebiasaan deh suka mikir yg ga penting (spt kata Cochie, hehehe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, ada yg pernah ngerasain ga sih, klo kita udah deket banget sama seseorang, lama2 malah bingung, kita ini masih dianggap sebagai salah satu orang terdekatnya, atau malah dianggap sebagai musuh? Dunno deh...seems that my every move, my every word, sering banget dianggap nyerang padahal ga maksud tuh. Cuma care kok, nggak niat nyakitin. Bener deh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dengan kita jadi sahabat seseorang, itu artinya apa yah.....? Kadang2 care satu pihak itu susah sih. Walopun nggak impossible, tapi tetep aja ga enak. Disuruh ngertiin keadaan seseorang, tapi kalo nggak reciprocate, kayaknya agak2 sad juga. Tapi gak papa sih, gue coba ngertiin kok. Walaupun sebenernya gue bingung juga harus gimana. Sumpah deh bingung bangeeet...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh well, the story of my life gitu sih kayanya. Selama ini sih, baru satu yang bener2 gue rasain unconditional lovenya buat gue, my best friend Ika. Bener2 itu anak sih sahabat sejati deh pokoknya. Jadi kangen, dikau dimana oiiiii! Selaen dia itu sahabat gue, Ika itu the most beautiful girl I've ever known deh pokoknya, setara ama Angelina Jolie. Kalo lagi jalan ama dia aja, cowok2 pasti pada nengok lagi, hehehehe. Miss u, girl....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok lanjut, hehe. Asli euy gue bener2 takut jgn2 sekarang gue ga dianggep sebagai orang terdekatnya lagi..soalnya kayaknya udah hampir nggak ada lagi cerita2 hidupnya dia yg gue tau. Cerita idup gue juga kayaknya of no concern lagi buat dia, "asal gue masih idup, alive and well mah ya...baguslah, no need the detail, oh and stay out of my life as well." I think that's how dia mikirnya sekarang deh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yang gue observe sih, makin hari kayaknya dia makin baek ke temen2nya yang laen. Yang ini bikin gue bangga ama dia, makin care ama dia. On the other hand, klo ke gue kok kayanya malah yg makin hari dia makin keganggu gitu, bingung gue, salah apa ya (kruk kruk kruk --&gt; garuk2 kepala lagi)? Beneran sensitif banget loh, with, like I said, my every word, my every move. Sekarang tiap hari rasanya kayak jalan diatas land mine, salah langkah dikit udah ada bom yg siap buat meledak. Gosong deh. Hehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ya bedoa aja deh gue, biar dikasih strength buat jalan2 di land mine nya. Angep aja tour, hehe. Biar gue bisa bangkit terus everytime I stepped on a bomb, lanjutin tournya ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109747858204747963?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109747858204747963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109747858204747963&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109747858204747963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109747858204747963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/story-of-paper-and-friend.html' title='the story of paper and friend'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109730249533899941</id><published>2004-10-09T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:25.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To study or not to study....</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's the question. Minggu depan teh yah, hina dina banget. Banyak tugas ama ulangan. Tadinya mo janjian dugem ama Wulan minggu depan. Tapi beberapa jam kemudian ada yg ngingetin bahwasanya minggu depan itu udah mulai bulan puasa. Hmm...no dugem then ;p&lt;br /&gt;Kalo diliat dari jadwal gue, seharusnya sekarang gue udah tenggelam diantara buku2. But no, instead of studying, I'm blogging. And after blogging, you would think that I finally come to my senses and start studying, wouldn't you? Noo....already have a plan. Mo ngegedein sims gue, masih tumbuh tu dia. Sekarang dia udah punya 3 cowok, hihi amit2 ye.&lt;br /&gt;So. belajarnya kapan dong?&lt;br /&gt;I'd saay...that's a good question. Karena gue juga nggak tau jawabannya. Kayaknya sih nggak akan dalam waktu dekat.&lt;br /&gt;So. Who's the queen of procrastinating? Mee...e! I know I know, shouldn't be something to be proud of :p hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*abis bengong, garuk garuk kepala&lt;br /&gt;kruk kruk kruk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109730249533899941?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109730249533899941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109730249533899941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109730249533899941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109730249533899941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-study-or-not-to-study.html' title='To study or not to study....'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109727247177533248</id><published>2004-10-08T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:25.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4:48pm...40 minutes away from having fun...!</title><content type='html'>Yep, sekarang tepatnya gue 40 menit lagi dari selesainya jam kerja gue yg lebih lama dr biasanya. Biasanya gue cabut jam 5, sekarang harus stay ampe jam 5:30 gara2 ada kelas yg baru selesai jam segitu and ga ada satupun org dr tempat kerja gue yang bisa stay. Jadinya..yaudah deh..&lt;br /&gt;Tadi David mampir ke kantor, pake kruk, kaki kirinya dibebat pake perban gueddeee banget! I think he's doing ok though.&lt;br /&gt;Eh Mbak Hani, website yg &lt;a href="http://www.umsl.edu/~indo"&gt;www.umsl.edu/~indo&lt;/a&gt; banyak banget yang muji tuh! Termasuk supervisor aku si David itu. Dia termasuk salah satu komputer geek gitu (yaiyalah, kerjanya aja di instructional computing, hehe). Dia ama Douglas (yg kerja dibawah dia) seneng bgt ama websitenya, dia bilang profesional banget, dia nanya siapa yg bikin, professional web developer bukan? Trus aku kasih liat aja fotonya mbak Hani, hehehe. Jadi ikut bangga, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen ama Jibraa...n..! hiks :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109727247177533248?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109727247177533248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109727247177533248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109727247177533248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109727247177533248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/448pm40-minutes-away-from-having-fun.html' title='4:48pm...40 minutes away from having fun...!'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109709848324934341</id><published>2004-10-06T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:25.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knightettes of Bloggaria</title><content type='html'>lagi nggak ada kerjaan apa2 ni disini, 2 jam lagi waktunya gue pulang. kemaren di kelas liat t-shirt yang dipake salah satu classmate gue, di bagian belakangnya tulisannya "knightettes", itu berarti female knights bukan ya (maaph agak2 retard ;p)?&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kebayang2 ide dongeng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long..long time ago, there was a beautiful island called Bloggaria. In that island lived 5 knightettes whose duty is to protect Bloggarians. Each of the knightettes had special power of her own. The first power was the power of cunningness and intelligence, posessed by Lady Dianaris. She was the one who kept the minds of the Bloggarians sharp and inspired. The second was the power of beauty and grace, posessed by Lady Ethina. Her duty was to keep Bloggaria beautiful from the inside out, including the people who lived there. The third power was the power of honesty and happiness (or, maybe one would say, grooviness). This was the duty of Lady Wilanya, she was the one who keep the Bloggarians' honesty, she's also the one who made parties in Bloggaria alive. And then, there was Lady Tatriana. She posessed the power of spiritual strength and innocence. Lady Tatriana was responsible in supporting Bloggarians' spiritual health and purity of their minds. And then the last one, Lady Amadhea, she posessed the power of justice and comfort. Lady Amadhea was in charge of keeping everything in Bloggaria fair. Bloggarians also turn to her for comfort and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know who you are.... ;p&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, semoga gue ga offend siapa2. jangan pada marah yaa, ini gue cuma lg overly imaginative aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109709848324934341?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109709848324934341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109709848324934341&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109709848324934341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109709848324934341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/knightettes-of-bloggaria.html' title='Knightettes of Bloggaria'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109703597999261767</id><published>2004-10-05T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:25.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepyhead</title><content type='html'>Hoaa...hmm........&lt;br /&gt;hari ini gue bener2 ngantuk abis....napa ya? emg sih tidurnya cuma bentar, tapi biasanya juga gitu dan gapapa tuh...&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini aja (hoaaa...hemm....) di kelas pertama gue ampir ketiduran, di kelas kedua ampir ketiduran, di kelas ketiga juga (mana di kelas yg ketiga ini, pake mati2in lampu segala sambil masang lilin2 wangi di meja2 gitu). Untung waktu kelas ke3 masangnya film serem, ttg pagan witches di eropa abad keberapaa....gitu (I snoozed waktu videonya ngomongin ttg background historynya, hehehe jd malu). Gue bangunnya pas denger suara2 cewek tereak kesakitan, nangis2, seremm! Trus sambil lampu dimatiin gitu, (hoaa....hmmm) kita disuruh ngelukis pake cat air. dipinjemin cat air sama gurunya yg modelnya anak2 sd gitu, yg udah ada di palet bulet2, tadinya gue ga tau cara pakenya gimana, but finally I figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;Udah....gi...tu....(ZzzzZz.......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109703597999261767?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109703597999261767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109703597999261767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109703597999261767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109703597999261767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/sleepyhead.html' title='sleepyhead'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109693059537092050</id><published>2004-10-04T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:25.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no title whatsoever deh</title><content type='html'>Du-uh...kenapa ya perasaan tiap hari adaa....aja yg nggak2. Can't have a moment of peace. Kalo lagi bt gini butuh banget temen curhat, tapi akhir2 ini, saking seringnya bt (gara2 almost every day, something always goes wrong), sampe bingung mo curhatnya juga gimana. Kasian yg dicurhatin, malah jadinya ntar capek problem gue ga abis2, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109693059537092050?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109693059537092050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109693059537092050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109693059537092050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109693059537092050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-title-whatsoever-deh.html' title='no title whatsoever deh'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109686415951417348</id><published>2004-10-03T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:25.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indo nite selesai...! oh but...school works..speeding tickets!! adoooh </title><content type='html'>Pertama2, gue mau bersyukur dulu karna acara Indonesian Night 2004 udah selesai, and I can say it was a success..! Yaay...! kerja keras kita semua nggak sia2...&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga seneng banget temen2 dari Chicago udah bantuin bikin acara ini terwujud. Thank you buat semuanya, you guys are the best!&lt;br /&gt;Booklet yg susah payah dibikin Edhy ama Fari juga sukses, buktinya, waktu beres2 pas acara udah selesai, nggak ada booklet2 yang bertebaran di lantai/ditinggalin di kursi. Berarti bookletnya dihargain doong...! =)&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren malem pas pada bantuin beres2 di rumah gue...gue ketiduran diatas...jadi malu nggak ikut bantuin.....Sorry euy, nggak sengaja, tau2 gue udah ketiduran and next thing I know, gue bangun jam 9, and ternyata I slept on the floor..malu2in ih kayak yg drunk aja, hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini gue ke temple ditemenin ama ko Freddy and Pop (my Thai friend). Adit Cochie Etha tdnya masuk, tapi sampe di pintu depan langsung balik lagi ke mobil, nunggu 1 1/2 jam sampe gue selesai ngobrol sama monksnya.&lt;br /&gt;Eh tau gak kenapa hari ini gue dianter Adit? Gue kena speeding tickett....!! I was driving 42 on a 30 speed limit range. Udah gitu ternyata proof of insurance gue expired, doh (like Homer ;p)!! Untungnya polisinya kayanya lagi nggak bad mood jadinya dia nggak write ticket buat yg insurance, jd yg speeding aja. ktanya kalo dia sampe write yg insurance, SIM gue bisa di confiscate selama 6 bulan. oh nooooo.... Tapi ini juga SIM gue udah diembat gitu ama pak polisinya, tapi katanya bisa gue ambil begitu gue bayar dendanya/ke court....dangit..! Besok mo dianter mas Hep ke lawyer sih...cuma gue teh lagi males ngapa2in, tugas banyak, eh ini tambah satu urusan lagi....I think my lucky star still shines, tapi agak2 burem aja deh, hehehe. Mungkin ini hukuman buat gue gara2 overslept while the others were cleaning....hiks&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini gue nonton abis dr temple, nonton The Forgotten, staring Julianne Moore...agak2 kecewa sih ama filmnya soalnya itu film serius. Tapi yang laen sih pada suka, mungkin gara2 aku nontonnya not in the right mood aja kali ya..I should've watched Shark Tale instead euy...&lt;br /&gt;Si Ucrit malem ini lagi kesel soalnya dia ga bisa buka link buat tugas. And tugasnya due tomorrow, hehehe kesian tu anak. Jangan sedih ya, dek...masih banyak tugas2 lain yang bisa kamu kerjain kok, including mine ;p&lt;br /&gt;Udah ah bikin pr lagi,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109686415951417348?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109686415951417348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109686415951417348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109686415951417348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109686415951417348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/10/indo-nite-selesai-oh-butschool.html' title='Indo nite selesai...! oh but...school works..speeding tickets!! adoooh '/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109640518813746543</id><published>2004-09-28T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:25.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh</title><content type='html'>Just got a message from an old friend...dia menghilang udah lama, sayangnya, pas ketemu lagi, ga bawa berita bagus....But I'm still glad she and I could be in contact, at last. Cuma Pres...berita loe kok bikin bt skalee...I never thought that it would affect me like this. Sedih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A thousand years, a thousand more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A thousand times a million doors to eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;An endless turning stairway climbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;To a tower of souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The towers rise to numberless floors in space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A million names but only one truth to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A million roads, a million fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I could speak a million lies, a million songs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;But if there was a single truth, a single light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A single thought, a singular touch of grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Then following this single point , this single flame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The single haunted memory of your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I still love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I still want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Like galaxies in my headI may be numberless, I may be innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I may know many things, I may be ignorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Reborn as fortune’s child to judge another’s crimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Or wear this pilgrim’s cloak, or be a common thief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I’ve kept this single faith, I have but one belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I still love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I still want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Like galaxies in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;On and on the mysteries unwind themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Eternities still unsaid’til you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109640518813746543?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109640518813746543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109640518813746543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109640518813746543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109640518813746543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109638079063050698</id><published>2004-09-28T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:25.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see what I can write in 5 minutes</title><content type='html'>Nhaa...5 menit lagi gue udah harus pergi bukain kelas nih. Sambil nunggu deh.&lt;br /&gt;Gue kerja dr jam 7 ni pagi, tadi malem tidur telat lagi euy. Wonder if I have insomnia...ow no...&lt;br /&gt;Tadi barusan ngecek frenster, ada temen gue kirim message marah2 gara2 messagenya ga pernah gue bales, hehehe. Sori Stephen, asli gue sibuk banget euy, tapi gue masih inget elu kok, dulu kan lo pernah jadi asisten di Lab trus nglulusin gue dengan syarat gue harus nyanyi lagu Kuch2 Hota Hai. Nista lu ah Steph ;p.&lt;br /&gt;5...4...3...2..1.. Time's up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109638079063050698?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109638079063050698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109638079063050698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109638079063050698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109638079063050698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/09/lets-see-what-i-can-write-in-5-minutes.html' title='Let&apos;s see what I can write in 5 minutes'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504444.post-109635179545173168</id><published>2004-09-28T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:24.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day</title><content type='html'>Okay, as the title said, this is my first day trying this blogging thingy, hehehe. Phew, what a day, hari ini belanja dekorasi sama Mikie. Saat2 awal sih masih belanja bedua, eh terus pas ke destination akhir kita, yg tidak lain dan tidak bukan adalah Home Depot, kita kan dititipin styrofoam sama om Nyoman buat bikin gapura, nah expectation gue ttg a piece of styrofoam itu ya.....just a piece of styrofoam. Dan ternyata that piece of styrofoam is one...huge...bigger-than-a-refridgerator piece of styrofoam...jadi harus nelepon om Nyoman: "Oo..mm... umm..bisa kesini ga?" Hehehe....desperate attempt.&lt;br /&gt;Udah gitu, ditelepon Ucrit, there's another problem alert, he wanted to see if I could help him handle this 'un. Gue kira masalahnya yg gimana bgt, gue udah deg2an aja. Usut punya usut, alhamdulillah not too big. Trus, tried to help the involved parties, and hopefully my attempt generated something good. Nah, yg itu udah selesai, trus ada lagi issue baru..tried to help as I can, want to help as I can, hopefully it'll help.&lt;br /&gt;Life is just becoming more and more interesting. Me and my problems, my friends and their problems. I just hope all these could make us a strong (or should I say, a stronger) bunch.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends, and now, my time and my ear is the best thing from me that I can give to them. I hope they can get something better, though..I'm so sorry guys, that's the best I could do right now, I hope I can help you guys more.&lt;br /&gt;Duh, udah makin malem makin ngaco aja nih, contact lens udah kering, pula (*blink blink). Bobo aah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8504444-109635179545173168?l=sapipunya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/feeds/109635179545173168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8504444&amp;postID=109635179545173168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109635179545173168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8504444/posts/default/109635179545173168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapipunya.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-first-day.html' title='My first day'/><author><name>Amanda Supriadi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlhJKFQppP8/SLWcESPv09I/AAAAAAAAAIY/pIpUgemL7ec/S220/1_127208620l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
