<?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-1895107557117794830</id><updated>2012-01-12T13:56:44.869+07:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='random quizzes'/><category term='selfmade poems and letters'/><category term='a story about my day'/><category term='re-posts'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='short stories'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>teenyweeny town</title><subtitle type='html'>Li'l space for me write about what should be spoken</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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alleys are small and unexpectedly smooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because not many people know where it goes and are familiar with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you might be messy, unorganized and seemed like nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for people that already knew you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have your own special value&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i realized that i've found it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it makes you be that dead end alley that i can't turn back from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-9003753210242360395?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/9003753210242360395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-2661857034743726353</id><published>2011-11-30T01:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:58:00.902+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>always does, always will</title><content type='html'>my mind might says no...&lt;div&gt;but my heart always says yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friends might forbid me to love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i won't even bother to listen to any of their sayings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole world might scold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all people i know might leave me alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it doesn't matter for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you might be wondering and ask me why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so let me answer your question..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's because i want no one but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need no one but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having you in my life is all i ever wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you more than i've ever loved anyone else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i want you to stay for my whole life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz you are my love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always does, always will..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people ask when will i stop loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i answer them without thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will stop when the sun stops shining..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will stop when the earth stop spinning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-2661857034743726353?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to leave you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i can't stand this anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to stand by you through this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i don't know when will my logics start to work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know if it works,and you're not healed yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it means i won't be there for you anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sorry i can't fulfill my promises to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to always be with you in your hardest time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i'm not a good girlfriend if i do that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm mean and i don't deserve you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i can't handle this anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-2521307422087602122?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-3275340027931276080</id><published>2011-11-02T13:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:00:07.124+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>dear RJ..</title><content type='html'>hey J..&lt;div&gt;how are you up there??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been 2 years now since we last met you here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all really miss you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and personally, i still can't erase the memories i've had with you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fun things we've done together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ways you've done to cheer me up everytime i have problems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the stuffs you've done for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i'm fine now, but still, i miss the jokes you've made and all the silly stuffs you've done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i know that we weren't supposed to be sad right now cuz you're happy now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i bet you know how it feels to miss someone, especially when you know you won't see them anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i believe that you're now watching us from up there..guarding each and every one of your best friends from the heaven..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we love you J...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-3275340027931276080?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/3275340027931276080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-rj.html#comment-form' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this version of Wedding Dress (which was originally sang by Tae Yang) really sounds like the voice of my heart...it's saying the words that i want to say...&lt;div&gt;even though he's not married yet, but this is how i would feel when he gets married one day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really wish that i could get my second chance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyways, here's a video from a youtube account called babyjennuine..hope she doesn't mind that i copied her video url and pasted it here..enjoy.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;url : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zh6fNiJS4xc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zh6fNiJS4xc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Should of never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Should of told you how I felt&lt;br /&gt;should of never let my pride get in our way&lt;br /&gt;Should of kept you by my side&lt;br /&gt;when I, I had the chance&lt;br /&gt;But I let you slip away&lt;br /&gt;My worst mistake was on that day&lt;br /&gt;And it's been five years&lt;br /&gt;since the day we grew apart&lt;br /&gt;Though we have someone new&lt;br /&gt;my heart just won't let go of you&lt;br /&gt;And now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm tryna turn the pages back&lt;br /&gt;when you're just skipping ahead of our story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby do you still have a place in your heart for me&lt;br /&gt;cause i've been thinking lately&lt;br /&gt;that you're the one that makes my heart complete&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna see you down the aisle with nobody else but me&lt;br /&gt;Even though she's walking through that door&lt;br /&gt;with my dreams and taking my place&lt;br /&gt;with that wedding dress (dress dress)&lt;br /&gt;in my wedding dress (dress dress)&lt;br /&gt;with that wedding dress (dress dress)&lt;br /&gt;in my wedding dress (dress dress)&lt;br /&gt;in my wedding dress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby just stop for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Baby look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see the lies behind this smile of mine&lt;br /&gt;though I said congratulations&lt;br /&gt;I I'm happy for you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see this love was only made just for you and I&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that I try&lt;br /&gt;something keeps pulling me back&lt;br /&gt;From telling you the truth&lt;br /&gt;That I never moved on from you&lt;br /&gt;And now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm still stuck here in our past&lt;br /&gt;while you're moving ahead with your story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the bride&lt;br /&gt;all dressed in white&lt;br /&gt;and it's a damn shame the bride isn't me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;that's how all fairytale ends with&lt;br /&gt;So why am I with the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Watching you devote your life&lt;br /&gt;but not with 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/1895107557117794830-6788121517961434750?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6788121517961434750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-version-of-wedding-dress-which-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6788121517961434750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6788121517961434750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;니가 그와 다투고&lt;br /&gt;niga geuwa datugo&lt;br /&gt;때론 그 땜에 울고&lt;br /&gt;ttaeron geu ttaeme ulgo&lt;br /&gt;힘들어 할 때면 난 희망을 느끼고&lt;br /&gt;himdeureo hal ttaemyeon nan huimangeul neukkigo&lt;br /&gt;아무도 모르게 맘 아-아-아프고&lt;br /&gt;amudo moreuge mam a-a-apeugo&lt;br /&gt;니작은 미소면 또 담담해지고&lt;br /&gt;nijageun misomyeon tto damdamhaejigo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;니가 혹시나 내 마음을 알게 될까봐&lt;br /&gt;niga hoksina nae maeumeul alge doelkkabwa&lt;br /&gt;알아버리면 우리 멀어지게 될까봐&lt;br /&gt;arabeorimyeon uri meoreojige doelkkabwa&lt;br /&gt;난 숨을 죽여&lt;br /&gt;nan sumeul jug yeo&lt;br /&gt;또 입술을 깨물어&lt;br /&gt;tto ipsureul kkaemureo&lt;br /&gt;제발 그를 떠나 내게 오길&lt;br /&gt;jebal geureul tteona naege ogil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Baby 제발 그의 손을 잡지마&lt;br /&gt;Baby jebal geuui soneul japjima&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you should be my Lady&lt;br /&gt;오랜 시간 기다려온 날 돌아봐줘&lt;br /&gt;oraen sigan gidaryeo on nal dorabwajwo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;노래가 울리면 이제 너는&lt;br /&gt;noraega ullimyeon ije neoneun&lt;br /&gt;그와 평생을 함께하죠&lt;br /&gt;geuwa pyeongsaengeul hamkkehajyo&lt;br /&gt;오늘이 오지 않기를&lt;br /&gt;oneuri oji ankireul&lt;br /&gt;그렇게 나 매일 밤 기도했는데&lt;br /&gt;geureoke na maeil bam gidohaenneunde&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;네가 입은 웨딩드레스&lt;br /&gt;nega ibeun wedingdeureseu&lt;br /&gt;네가 입은 웨딩드레스&lt;br /&gt;nega ibeun wedingdeureseu&lt;br /&gt;네가 입은 웨딩드레스&lt;br /&gt;nega ibeun wedingdeureseu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;내 맘을 몰라줬던&lt;br /&gt;nae mameul mollajwotdeon&lt;br /&gt;네가 너무 미워서&lt;br /&gt;nega neomu miwoseo&lt;br /&gt;가끔은 네가 불행하길 난 바랬어&lt;br /&gt;gakkeumeun nega bulhaenghagil nan baraesseo&lt;br /&gt;이미 내 눈물은 다 마 마 마르고&lt;br /&gt;imi nae nunmureun da ma ma mareugo&lt;br /&gt;버릇처럼 혼자 너에게 말하고&lt;br /&gt;beoreutcheoreom honja neoege malhago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;매일 밤 그렇게 불안했던걸 보면 난&lt;br /&gt;maeil bam geureoke buranhaetdeongeol bomyeon nan&lt;br /&gt;이렇게 될꺼란 건 알았는지도 몰라&lt;br /&gt;ireoke doelkkeoran geon aranneunjido molla&lt;br /&gt;난 눈을 감아&lt;br /&gt;nan nuneul gama&lt;br /&gt;끝이 없는 꿈을 꿔&lt;br /&gt;kkeuchi eomneun kkumeul kkwo&lt;br /&gt;제발 그를 떠나 내게 오길&lt;br /&gt;jebal geureul tteona naege ogil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Baby 제발 그의 손을 잡지마&lt;br /&gt;Baby jebal geuui soneul japjima&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you should be my Lady&lt;br /&gt;오랜 시간 기다려온 날 돌아봐줘&lt;br /&gt;oraen sigan gidaryeo on nal dorabwajwo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;노래가 울리면 이제 너는&lt;br /&gt;noraega ullimyeon ije neoneun&lt;br /&gt;그와 평생을 함께하죠&lt;br /&gt;geuwa pyeongsaengeul hamkkehajyo&lt;br /&gt;오늘이 오지 않기를&lt;br /&gt;oneuri oji ankireul&lt;br /&gt;그렇게 나 매일 밤 기도했는데&lt;br /&gt;geureoke na maeil bam gidohaenneunde&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;네가 입은 웨딩드레스&lt;br /&gt;nega ibeun wedingdeureseu&lt;br /&gt;네가 입은 웨딩드레스&lt;br /&gt;nega ibeun wedingdeureseu&lt;br /&gt;네가 입은 웨딩드레스&lt;br /&gt;nega ibeun wedingdeureseu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;부디 그와 행복해&lt;br /&gt;budi geuwa haengbokhae&lt;br /&gt;너를 잊을 수 있게&lt;br /&gt;neoreul ijeul su itge&lt;br /&gt;내 초라했던 모습들은 다 잊어줘&lt;br /&gt;nae chorahaetdeon moseupdeureun da ijeojwo&lt;br /&gt;비록 한동안은&lt;br /&gt;birok handonganeun  no oh&lt;br /&gt;나 죽을 만큼 힘이 들겠지만&lt;br /&gt;na jugeul mankeum himi deulgetjiman no oh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;너무 오랜 시간을 착각 속에&lt;br /&gt;neomu oraen siganeul chakgak soge&lt;br /&gt;홀로 바보처럼 살았죠&lt;br /&gt;hollo babocheoreom saratjyo&lt;br /&gt;아직도 내 그녀는 날 보고&lt;br /&gt;ajikdo nae geunyeoneun nal bogo&lt;br /&gt;새 하얗게 웃고 있는데&lt;br /&gt;sae hayake utgo inneunde&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;네가 입은 웨딩드레스&lt;br /&gt;nega ibeun wedingdeureseu&lt;br /&gt;네가 입은 웨딩드레스&lt;br /&gt;nega ibeun wedingdeureseu&lt;br /&gt;네가 입은 웨딩드레스&lt;br /&gt;nega ibeun wedingdeureseu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRANSLATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="post-14908520"&gt;I would argue&lt;br /&gt;Then you would cry&lt;br /&gt;As you’re struggling, I would only get stronger&lt;br /&gt;My heartaches behind these shadows&lt;br /&gt;My face brightens up as I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;I worry that you might notice my feelings&lt;br /&gt;And I get scared that the gap between us would widen&lt;br /&gt;I hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;Then I bite my lips&lt;br /&gt;Then I pray that she would leave his side.&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Baby, please don’t hold those hands&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you should be my lady&lt;br /&gt;Please look at me, I’ve been waiting all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-20039"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Once the music ends, you’ll be with him forever&lt;br /&gt;I prayed and prayed that this day wouldn’t come&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;You, who never understood my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I ended up despising you&lt;br /&gt;Then I wished a misfortune upon you&lt;br /&gt;But now, my eyes are dry&lt;br /&gt;I try to talk to you but I realized that I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I would look back and think&lt;br /&gt;If I already knew the results&lt;br /&gt;Then I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then I dream an endless dream&lt;br /&gt;Then I pray she would leave his side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Baby, please don’t hold those hands&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you should be my lady&lt;br /&gt;Please look at me, I’ve been waiting all this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Once the music ends, you’ll be with him forever&lt;br /&gt;I prayed and prayed that this day wouldn’t come&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;By all means, be happy with him&lt;br /&gt;So I can move on&lt;br /&gt;Please erase me out of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Although I tried my best but, no oh~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I’ve been living the lies for too long&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she would look at me and smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-7529497689852159238?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/7529497689852159238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/10/wedding-dress-tae-yang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7529497689852159238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7529497689852159238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/10/wedding-dress-tae-yang.html' title='Wedding Dress - Tae Yang'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-2496300599454570056</id><published>2011-10-18T14:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:16:52.746+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Who You Are - Jessie J</title><content type='html'>I stare at my reflection in the mirror:&lt;br /&gt;"Why am I doing this to myself?"&lt;br /&gt;Losing my mind on a tiny error,&lt;br /&gt;I nearly left the real me on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!&lt;br /&gt;Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,&lt;br /&gt;It's okay not to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,&lt;br /&gt;Just be true to who you are!&lt;br /&gt;(who you are &lt;i&gt;[x11]&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what to do to fit the mold, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;The more I try the less it's working, yeah&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside me screams&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!&lt;br /&gt;Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,&lt;br /&gt;It's okay not to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no's, egos, fake shows, like WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;Just go, and leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;Real talk, real life, good love, goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;With a smile, that's my home!&lt;br /&gt;That's my home, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no...&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!&lt;br /&gt;Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,&lt;br /&gt;It's okay not to be okay...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,&lt;br /&gt;Just be true to who you are!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-2496300599454570056?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/2496300599454570056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-you-are-jessie-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/2496300599454570056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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change my heart.&lt;div&gt;and so do i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we knew each other for a very long time, but never thought of being a couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the beginning, i was so afraid of falling in love, flying so high, and being dropped from such a height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in 2 short weeks he changed it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he melted my cold heart and fill it with the warmth from his love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he succeeded to make me love someone truly again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe this will sound so cheesy and stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i feel that my heart is healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart is fully recovered and my other part of wings is found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now, i reached the part where i'm afraid to lose him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the part where people start to say that i'm stupid and i still do it for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you read this, babe i just want you to know that i really do love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might not show it directly, but you are my life now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are the air that i breathe, the sun of my world, and the last person who i want to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-7487953656425565780?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/7487953656425565780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/10/at-beginning-no-one-would-ever-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7487953656425565780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were a friend to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now you're a lot more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you might not be perfect for the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you are perfect to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i hope it's not for these times only..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz i'm glad i found you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are my love now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hope it'll last forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz true love doesn't have happy endings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it simply never ends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-7944921493458437709?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/7944921493458437709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;너를 웃게 하는 일 마치 그것만 생각하고&lt;br /&gt;언제어디서나 너를 바라보고 널 그리워 하고 니 걱정만 하는&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;한남자가 있어 널 너무 사랑한&lt;br /&gt;한남자가 있어 사랑해 말도 못하는&lt;br /&gt;니 곁에 손 내밀며 꼭 다을거리에&lt;br /&gt;자신보다 아끼는 널 같이 내가 있어&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;천번쯤 삼키고 또 만번쯤 추스려 보지만&lt;br /&gt;말하고 싶어 미칠것 같은데 널 와락 난 안고 싶은데&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;한여자가있어 이런날 모르는&lt;br /&gt;사랑받으면서 사랑인줄 도 모르는&lt;br /&gt;나만큼 꼭 바보같은 슬픈 널 두고&lt;br /&gt;이순간도 눈물이 나지만 행복한걸&lt;br /&gt;니가 곁에 있기 때문이야&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 101, 97); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 101, 97); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;Translation&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must've been a long time. Long enough for these words to become colorless.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I just see your eyes, I know everything,&lt;br /&gt;Like your friend, like your shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must've been together always. When you're having hard time and you are sad,&lt;br /&gt;even when you're lonley. Holding onto seperation a bit longer,&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm hurting to wipe away your tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a man. Who loves you so much.&lt;br /&gt;There's a man. Who can't even say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;By your side I put my hand out and&lt;br /&gt;at a path were you can always reach me&lt;br /&gt;I, who cherishes you more than myself, am with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make you laugh, I think of only that and&lt;br /&gt;When and where ever you are I'm watching you and missing you.&lt;br /&gt;And who worries of only you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a man. Who loves you so much.&lt;br /&gt;There's a man. Who can't even say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;By your side I put my hand out and&lt;br /&gt;at a path were you can always reach me&lt;br /&gt;I, who cherishes you more than myeslf, am with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the thousandth time I swallow and again for ten thousandth time I try to set&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/1895107557117794830-5946011583245181772?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5946011583245181772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-man-han-namja-kim-jong-kook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5946011583245181772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5946011583245181772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-man-han-namja-kim-jong-kook.html' title='One Man (Han Namja)- Kim Jong Kook + translation'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-892739081894873537</id><published>2011-08-31T01:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T01:32:52.018+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Don't Be Good To Me - Kim Jong Kook + translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 101, 97); line-height: 20px; "&gt;자꾸 잘해 주지 마요 더는 잘해 주지 마요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;차라리 차가운 게 오히려 나을 텐데&lt;br /&gt;아님 무관심 한 게 오히려 나을 텐데&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;옷자락 끝에 묻은 먼지를 떼주는 일&lt;br /&gt;무심코 웃으면서 어깨에 기대는 일&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그냥 버릇 일 꺼야 지워보고 바쁘게 하룰 보내봐도&lt;br /&gt;눈에 찍힌 사진처럼 또 생각나고 생각나&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*. 자꾸 잘해 주지 마요 더는 잘해 주지 마요 또 다시&lt;br /&gt;사랑 앞에 무릎 꿇고 아파할 자신 없네요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;혹시 다른 맘이라면 나완 다른 맘이라면 누군가&lt;br /&gt;물어보면 소개해요 그냥 아는 사람 이라고 담담하게&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;며칠 전 내게 했던 늦은 밤 그 전화는&lt;br /&gt;못 받은 게 아니라 받을 수 없었어요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;혹시 술에 취해서 생각 없이 외로운 맘에 보고 싶다&lt;br /&gt;말할까 봐 아침이면 다 아닌 일이 될까 봐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*.Repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;사랑 그 하나만으로 세상 모든 걸 가졌던 그때로&lt;br /&gt;그리워도 돌아가는 길을 찾을 수 없어서&lt;br /&gt;혹시 같은 맘 일까 봐 나와 같은 맘 일 까봐&lt;br /&gt;또 다시 기대하고 또 기다리죠 사랑 앞에서 나 오늘도 바보처럼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그대 앞에 또 서성이죠 바보처럼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 101, 97); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 101, 97); line-height: 20px; "&gt;TRANSLATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 101, 97); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Stop being good to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be good to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be better to be cold to me&lt;br /&gt;Or ignoring me might be better for me&lt;br /&gt;Brushing off the dust on my collar&lt;br /&gt;Carelessly laughing and leaning on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let it go, telling myself that its just a habit and busy my day&lt;br /&gt;But I think about ti again and again as if I took a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being good to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be good to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the confidence to kneel my knees and be hurt by love&lt;br /&gt;If you have other thoughts than me, if you have different thoughts than me.&lt;br /&gt;If somebody asks you who I am, nonchantly introduce me as just someone you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone call a couple of days ago at night, that call...&lt;br /&gt;it's not that I didn't wat to answer, but I couldnt&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I tell you I miss you when I'm drunk&lt;br /&gt;because in the morning, I'll regret it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being good to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be good to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the confidence to kneel my knees and be hurt by love&lt;br /&gt;Although I had the whole world because of love&lt;br /&gt;Although i miss it, I'm unable to find the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you have the same thoughts as me,&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to have the same thoughts of me&lt;br /&gt;I wait again and again.&lt;br /&gt;I am a fool infront of love again.&lt;br /&gt;I cling to you again, like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being good to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be good to me anymore&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/1895107557117794830-892739081894873537?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/892739081894873537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-be-good-to-me-kim-jong-kook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/892739081894873537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/892739081894873537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-be-good-to-me-kim-jong-kook.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Good To Me - Kim Jong Kook + translation'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4631719866617707365</id><published>2011-08-31T00:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T01:24:48.229+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>LOVE YOU GUYS! A LOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Twpcwhgg8Bc/Tl0py62nSDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mWc3IvYdk7U/s1600/IMG_1679.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlMgik7vzNM/Tl0lLCyaB7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/3gW6v4lGpCk/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-19%2Bat%2B23.10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlMgik7vzNM/Tl0lLCyaB7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/3gW6v4lGpCk/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-19%2Bat%2B23.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646710379449550770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH HOW I MISS YOU TWO &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss the times we spent in the class, when we hang out, when we're sad, or even when everything is just ALIZWEL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Twpcwhgg8Bc/Tl0py62nSDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mWc3IvYdk7U/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646715462560991282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even though i meet you almost everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i'm never bored of you guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you always make me laugh and forget about all my problems when i'm with you guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dear my "mom", "dad", Keti, Stefi, Prisca and Elysa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish nothing will ever set us apart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you guys are the best people who i know will always support me and stop me when i'm gonna do something wrong... *hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-4631719866617707365?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4631719866617707365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-you-guys-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4631719866617707365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4631719866617707365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-you-guys-lot.html' title='LOVE YOU GUYS! A LOT!'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlMgik7vzNM/Tl0lLCyaB7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/3gW6v4lGpCk/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-19%2Bat%2B23.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-5285941077488279979</id><published>2011-08-31T00:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T00:58:01.574+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anggie "Daddy" Kristantio, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Aldie "Mommy" Jacob, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Danissa "Keti" Paramita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Stefanus "Stefi"&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/1895107557117794830-5285941077488279979?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5285941077488279979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/aug-30-2011-my-besties-made-my-day-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-8686592510115274474</id><published>2011-08-31T00:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T00:35:32.563+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>another letter for you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;dear schatje,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately,&lt;/div&gt;i think about you A LOT..&lt;div&gt;just like i used to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess you're not feeling the same way anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe you've moved on to someone else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe your heart isn't feeling the same way as i am anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i definitely know that is not our fault..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was the one who made that stupid mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was the one who hurt you so badly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i want you to know that i am truly sorry about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now, i'll show you that i mean it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won't stop loving you even if someday i date someone else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz even though you are not perfect for the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you are the perfect one for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-8686592510115274474?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/8686592510115274474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-letter-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Just A Dream - Nelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I was thinkin about her&lt;br /&gt;thinkin about me&lt;br /&gt;thinkin about us&lt;br /&gt;where we gunna be&lt;br /&gt;open my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;it was only just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i travel back down that road&lt;br /&gt;wish you'd come back&lt;br /&gt;no one knows&lt;br /&gt;i realize, it was only just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at the top&lt;br /&gt;now its like i'm in the basement&lt;br /&gt;number 1 spot&lt;br /&gt;now shes finding a replacement&lt;br /&gt;i swear now i cant take it&lt;br /&gt;knowing somebodys got my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you aint around, baby i cant think&lt;br /&gt;i should put it down, shoulda got that ring&lt;br /&gt;cuz i can still feel it in the air&lt;br /&gt;see your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;run my fingers through her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love&lt;br /&gt;my life&lt;br /&gt;my shorty&lt;br /&gt;my wife&lt;br /&gt;she left me, i'm tight&lt;br /&gt;cuz i knew that it just aint right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinkin about her&lt;br /&gt;thinkin about me&lt;br /&gt;thinkin about us&lt;br /&gt;where we gunna be&lt;br /&gt;open my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;it was only just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i travel back down that road&lt;br /&gt;wish you'd come back&lt;br /&gt;no one knows&lt;br /&gt;i realize, it was only just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i be ridin&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i see your face at every turn&lt;br /&gt;i try to get my usher on but i cant let it burn&lt;br /&gt;and i just hope that she notice she the only one i yearn for&lt;br /&gt;no more sooner will i learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't give her all my love&lt;br /&gt;i guess now i got my payback&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in the club thinking all about my baby&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;she was so easy to love&lt;br /&gt;but wait, i guess that love wasnt enough&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin through it every time that i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;now i'm wishing she would just pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;but she made a decision that she wanted to move on&lt;br /&gt;cuz i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinkin about her&lt;br /&gt;thinkin about me&lt;br /&gt;thinkin about us&lt;br /&gt;where we gunna be&lt;br /&gt;open my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;it was only just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i travel back down that road&lt;br /&gt;wish you'd come back&lt;br /&gt;no one knows&lt;br /&gt;i realize, it was only just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever loved somebody put your hands up x2&lt;br /&gt;and now theyre gone and you wish you could give them everything (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinkin about her&lt;br /&gt;thinkin about me&lt;br /&gt;thinkin about us&lt;br /&gt;where we gunna be&lt;br /&gt;open my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;it was only just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i travel back down that road&lt;br /&gt;wish you come back&lt;br /&gt;no one knows&lt;br /&gt;i realize, it was only just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-6212064963426726076?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6212064963426726076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-dream-nelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6212064963426726076'/><link rel='self' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Comparisons are easily done&lt;br /&gt;Once you've had a taste of perfection&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple hanging from a tree&lt;br /&gt;I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said move on, where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;I guess second best is all I will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;(Thinking of you, thinking of you)&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you, what you would do&lt;br /&gt;If you were the one who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;(Spending the night, spending the night)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like an Indian Summer in the middle of winter&lt;br /&gt;Like a hard candy with a surprise center&lt;br /&gt;How do I get better once I've had the best?&lt;br /&gt;You said there's tons of fish in the water, so the waters I will test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth, oh!&lt;br /&gt;(Taste your mouth)&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;(Thinking of you, thinking of you)&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you, what you would do&lt;br /&gt;If you were the one who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;(Spending the night, spending the night)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish that I was looking into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best, and yes, I do regret&lt;br /&gt;How I could let myself let you go&lt;br /&gt;Now, now the lesson's learned&lt;br /&gt;I touched it, I was burned&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think you should know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;(Thinking of you, thinking of you)&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you, what you would do&lt;br /&gt;If you were the one who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;(Spending the night, spending the night)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish that I was looking into your, your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes, looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you walk through?&lt;br /&gt;And bust in the door and take me away?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no more mistakes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay, stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-1305770118679134481?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/1305770118679134481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/thinking-of-you-katy-perry_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>the past tense,present,and maybe future.. :'(</title><content type='html'>i was so happy back then..&lt;div&gt;but i was too stupid and insensitive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i didn't realize that you truly love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i didn't know that it's very precious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you're gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm the one who's feeling the lost..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're the drop of water in a desert for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can really tell now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might dated a guy or two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what you don't know is that i never take them seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i'm thinking of is you..every time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since then, until now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you schat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really do.. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-8551632924048728018?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/8551632924048728018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/past-tensepresentand-maybe-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8551632924048728018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8551632924048728018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/past-tensepresentand-maybe-future.html' title='the past tense,present,and maybe future.. :&apos;('/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-830241553468253349</id><published>2011-08-23T14:26:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:04:34.093+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>one year and three months</title><content type='html'>may 2010..&lt;div&gt;the month where it all ended..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the month where i lost the best guy i might have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was so perfectly perfect..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was very ungrateful of what i've had..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i left him for something that is uncertain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i ended up with &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now it's august 2011..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still remembering about him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that very patient, understanding, lovable guy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still wishing that he would take me back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i know that it's not possible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still, in the depth of my heart that wish still appears almost every night and day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now, i really regret my decision of leaving him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because just after i left you then i realized how perfect he is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, dear you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know your feelings towards me now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe you're totally disgusted of me now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if i have a chance, i would definitely ask you now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you come and take me back as your girl again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-830241553468253349?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/830241553468253349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-schatje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/830241553468253349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some people say they might go to hell or maybe heaven..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other people say they stay in this world, but we just can't see them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no matter where they go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe that they actually stay between us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in our heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i believe that also goes to you,RJ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe now we can't see you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe we can't really play with you anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i believe you're listening to each and everyone of us, your friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe that you'll try to help us with your own different way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we do miss you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we're not sad anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because we know that you're happy now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wherever you are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE miss YOU J..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-5162734559525960006?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5162734559525960006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-rj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5162734559525960006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5162734559525960006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-rj.html' title='dear RJ..'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-747186409198264496</id><published>2011-07-28T04:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T04:53:14.322+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you were just a friend&lt;br /&gt;but it was all back then&lt;br /&gt;now i feel totally different to you&lt;br /&gt;and i thought you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i told my friend about it&lt;br /&gt;and she told me a fact that really hits&lt;br /&gt;she said you already have a girl in your life&lt;br /&gt;and it really made me realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you're a really nice guy&lt;br /&gt;who treats everyone in a really great way&lt;br /&gt;and even though i can't be the one who fills your heart,&lt;br /&gt;i won't bother to be your friend either&lt;br /&gt;but after the pain fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they might see you as the bad guy&lt;br /&gt;for not telling me the fact right away&lt;br /&gt;but i still think that you are a nice guy&lt;br /&gt;cuz you still pick your girl and choose to stay&lt;br /&gt;and for me it really do shows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now even it hurts me much,&lt;br /&gt;even it makes me really disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;but it also makes me proud..&lt;br /&gt;proud of having a great friend like you,&lt;br /&gt;a real great and loyal person..&lt;div 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Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-2084116921351322288</id><published>2011-07-21T06:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T06:21:12.523+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>don't wait</title><content type='html'>when you feel like you love someone, don't you ever wait to say it&lt;div&gt;even if you don't really know them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you love someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it doesn't matter how long have you know them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it doesn't matter where did you know them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what matters is just you love the way they are as you know them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because if you wait, that person might just go away and get lost in a blink of an eye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when they're gone, all you can do is wait and regret..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you might think that you can replace them with someone else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but everything will be different...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll be different from what you love from the former person..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're lucky, you might find someone who can really replace them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if you're not, you won't be able to love the new person as much as you loved the long gone person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so don't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-2084116921351322288?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-6264397336846617418</id><published>2011-07-16T18:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T18:48:19.658+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby eagles can’t fly and keeps on falling down&lt;br /&gt;Caterpillars can only stays in the ground&lt;br /&gt;But both of them will grow&lt;br /&gt;Both of them will turn into something greater&lt;br /&gt;And when the time has come,&lt;br /&gt;Grown-up eagles fly so high and fast without any chance of falling&lt;br /&gt;And butterflies fly around in a gorgeous way&lt;br /&gt;And so does love&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, it might be hard, ugly and tough&lt;br /&gt;But at the end,&lt;br /&gt;They’ll turn into a pretty, strong relationship that we had never imagined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-6264397336846617418?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6264397336846617418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-eagles-cant-fly-and-keeps-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6264397336846617418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6264397336846617418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-eagles-cant-fly-and-keeps-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-7521022741916513598</id><published>2011-07-02T17:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T17:11:46.735+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>who doesn't love PACMAN???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7nFtElwxO0/Tg7uxueT4NI/AAAAAAAAADk/SZY0lQllveU/s1600/retro-pac.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7nFtElwxO0/Tg7uxueT4NI/AAAAAAAAADk/SZY0lQllveU/s320/retro-pac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624695522688491730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love this gameee!!!! anyone still has it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-7521022741916513598?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/7521022741916513598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-doesnt-love-pacman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7521022741916513598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7521022741916513598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-doesnt-love-pacman.html' title='who doesn&apos;t love PACMAN???'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7nFtElwxO0/Tg7uxueT4NI/AAAAAAAAADk/SZY0lQllveU/s72-c/retro-pac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-5005046667990417231</id><published>2011-07-01T01:42:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:06:32.848+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My Top 20 Galau Songlist</title><content type='html'>&amp;gt; Deep and Meaningless - Rooster&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; My Immortal - Evanescence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Talking to the Moon - Bruno Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Don't Go Away - Oasis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; The Man Who Can't be Moved - The Script&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Takkan Terganti - Marcell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Percayalah - Ecoutez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Blue Sky Collapse - Adhitia Sofyan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Officially Missing You - Tamia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; I'm Yours - The Script&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Kejujuran Hati - Kerispatih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Because of You - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Need You Now - Lady Antebellum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Dicintai 'tuk Disakiti - Ari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Dead Man Walking - The Script&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; Grenade - Bruno Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; The Second You Sleep - Saybia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; A Little Too Not Over You - David Archuletta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and surprisingly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt; BY MY SIDE - DAVID CHOI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-5005046667990417231?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5005046667990417231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-top-20-galau-songlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='movie'/><title type='text'>Beastly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51Qd5O7YQb0/TgjT6_7hnFI/AAAAAAAAADc/DMnlGTEBCNE/s1600/beastly_official_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51Qd5O7YQb0/TgjT6_7hnFI/AAAAAAAAADc/DMnlGTEBCNE/s320/beastly_official_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622977145319038034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is Never Ugly"&lt;br /&gt;is that true?&lt;br /&gt;well, for me somehow it's true.&lt;br /&gt;because even though you had lots of bad memories in every love stories you have, but still, the good memories also remains in your head and makes you smile every time you remember them. right?&lt;br /&gt;and there's a saying which says, don't love someone because they're pretty. but they're pretty because you love them.&lt;br /&gt;so don't ever feel not confident about yourself. because a true love will see you not from your looks, but from what's inside...or better yet, they'll accept you just for who you are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-4277243431683738812?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4277243431683738812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/06/beastly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4277243431683738812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4277243431683738812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/06/beastly.html' title='Beastly'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51Qd5O7YQb0/TgjT6_7hnFI/AAAAAAAAADc/DMnlGTEBCNE/s72-c/beastly_official_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-6463729607283579704</id><published>2011-05-18T14:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:49:39.226+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Bruises - Chairlift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;I tried to do handstands for you&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do headstands for you&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I fell on you, yeah, everytime I fell&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do handstands for you&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I fell for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do handstands for you&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do handstands for you&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I fell on you, yeah, everytime I fell&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do handstands for you but everytime I fell for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you-ooh-ooh-ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you-ooh-ooh-ooh&lt;br /&gt;So black and blue-ooh-ooh-ooh&lt;br /&gt;For you-ooh-ooh-ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed some frozen strawberries so I could ice your bruising knees&lt;br /&gt;But frozen things they all unfreeze and now I taste like....&lt;br /&gt;All those frozen strawberries I used to chill your bruising knees,&lt;br /&gt;Hot July ain't good to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm pink and black and blue for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bruises on my knees for you&lt;br /&gt;And grass stains on my knees for you&lt;br /&gt;Got holes in my new jeans for you&lt;br /&gt;Got pink and black and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got bruises on my knees for you&lt;br /&gt;And grass stains on my knees for you&lt;br /&gt;Got holes in my new jeans for you&lt;br /&gt;Got pink and black and blue for you-ooh-ooh-ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you-ooh-ooh-ooh&lt;br /&gt;So black and blue-ooh-ooh-ooh&lt;br /&gt;For you-ooh-ooh-ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo&lt;br /&gt;Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo&lt;br /&gt;Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo&lt;br /&gt;Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo&lt;br /&gt;Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo&lt;br /&gt;Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo&lt;br /&gt;Do-doo-do-do-do-do-doo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-6463729607283579704?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6463729607283579704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/05/bruises-chairlift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6463729607283579704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6463729607283579704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/05/bruises-chairlift.html' title='Bruises - Chairlift'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-8442500287990147320</id><published>2011-05-12T01:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T01:44:42.321+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><title type='text'>S and R</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Have you ever feel like you’re meant for someone, but after some period of time you realize that you’re wrong. You realized that the person you thought right were actually not right at all. That person was just playing you around and never takes you seriously. That person just needs something or someone to get over their boringness of something else. And when you realize it, it was all too late. You have fallen too deep into their charm and start to actually fall for that person. If you do, then you will definitely understand this story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There’s a girl, who lives happily with her friends and her boyfriend. Everything seems so perfect and she was really enjoying her life. Then one day, she went to the mall with her boyfriend. Then he saw his friends were sitting near the place that Stella and her boyfriend were sitting. So they go to where his friends were sitting. It turns out, his friends were laughing at one of themselves. That guy was drunk and kept on doing silly things. And when Stella reached her boyfriend’s friends, that drunken guy suddenly talked to Stella and started to introduce himself. He said that his name was Ryan. Then he asked what’s her name. Stella smiled. And just when Stella wants to say her name, that guy suddenly laughed and said that her name was smiley. Stella also laughed then says that her name is Stella. But the guy was too drunk to remember it. And so was it, a simple, weird, but memorable introduction between Stella and Ryan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After that meeting, Stella and Ryan keep on meeting up. And after several meetings, Ryan told Stella why was he drunk at that time. It turns out that he had just broke up with his girlfriend and he was really stressed out. Stella starts to put some sympathy into him and cheer him up. Then without they realized, they start to get to trust and comforted by each other. And what Stella didn’t realize too is that she started to fall in love with that guy. But she didn’t have the guts to tell Ryan about the truth. Other than that, Stella was also still in a relationship with her boyfriend. So she kept the feeling in herself and started to reduce the intensity of meeting Ryan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But then, after few months of meeting each other for almost everyday, suddenly Ryan never showed up again. Stella was panicked at the first few days. But slowly she started to forget about Ryan and start to concentrate on her boyfriend only. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2 years later, Stella gets into university. And she suddenly sees a guy that she could ever forget. She saw Ryan waiting for the elevator with her. And when she called him, he looks shocked. Stella thought that Ryan has forgotten her. But then Ryan says no. He says that he remembered her, but all he can remember is only smiley. Not her real name. Stella laughed and says that she is smiley. And there it is, another simple coincidence that make them meet again after the long 2 years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After the coincidence in the elevator, Stella and Ryan started to eat lunch together, go to campus together, and go home together, just like they were dating. But then Ryan told Stella that he has a girlfriend already. And Stella was fine about it because she just wants to be friends with him. At least that’s what she thought at first. Because after spending time together like they used to, Stella’s feelings that she has successfully kept in her heart suddenly came out of nowhere. And at the same time, Ryan also admitted that he had actually liked Stella since the day the met. So they decided to be friends. But anyhow, they can’t really keep their feelings after they both know that they actually like each other. And Stella started to feel that the way they act is way too far from what friends should do. So Stella decided to back off. But Ryan didn’t give up that easily. He said that he wants to kiss Stella for the first and the last time. And Stella lets him. But then, when they were about to split up, Stella suddenly cried and Ryan saw it. So Ryan tried to calm her down by saying that being friends would be better because they can stay friends forever. While if they’re dating, he was afraid that they would broke up and stop having fun like they used to had. So then Stella agreed to be best friends with Ryan just like they used to be before Ryan gone away to God-knows-where. And things were just going the way they want it to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But after few weeks, Stella starts to realize that best friends shouldn’t do stuff that they did. But this time Stella enjoys it and stop thinking about Ryan’s girlfriend. Especially because Ryan also told her that he loves her more than her girlfriend. So it goes on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After few months, Stella met another guy. This guy is as fun as Ryan and even cuter. So she decided to try to move on from Ryan and try to approach this guy. And she told Ryan about it. And Ryan said that he is happy for her and will let her go. And he did. But it turns out that Stella failed. She failed to get over her feelings towards Ryan. So she gave up and tried to get back with Ryan. But then, Ryan has also changed. He was so cold to Stella and started to back off from her. When Stella asked him about the things that he said before, he said that it was just jokes. Stella was hurt so deeply. And now Ryan never contacts her anymore. They even don’t meet up and talk anymore. They are barely friends now. And Stella? She is left behind alone with her heart broken, depression and lots of things to think and regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-8442500287990147320?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/8442500287990147320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/05/s-and-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8442500287990147320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8442500287990147320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/05/s-and-r.html' title='S and R'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4414018176877292644</id><published>2011-05-12T01:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T01:42:48.387+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Breakeven - The Script</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Just praying to a God that I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got time while she got freedom&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her best days will be some of my worst&lt;br /&gt;She finally met a man that's gonna put her first&lt;br /&gt;While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven... even... no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,&lt;br /&gt;And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say bad things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving&lt;br /&gt;And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even... no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you,&lt;br /&gt;And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;One still in love while the other one's leaving&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;('Cause when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain&lt;br /&gt;You took your suitcase, I took the blame.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm try'na make sense of what little remains ooh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you left me with no love and no love to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got time while she got freedom&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break&lt;br /&gt;No it don't break&lt;br /&gt;No it don't break even no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you and&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok&lt;br /&gt;(Oh glad your okay now)&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Oh I'm glad your okay)&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces yeah&lt;br /&gt;(One still in love while the other ones leaving)&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;('Cause when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it don't break even no&lt;br /&gt;Oh it don't break even no&lt;br /&gt;Oh it don't break even no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-4414018176877292644?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4414018176877292644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/05/breakeven-script.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4414018176877292644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4414018176877292644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/05/breakeven-script.html' title='Breakeven - The Script'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-3322247440878525450</id><published>2011-04-16T22:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:38:32.358+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wquCxQ-F-Yg/Tam2C0UYZsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u67WwC5fVgI/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-17%2Bat%2B06.26%2B%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wquCxQ-F-Yg/Tam2C0UYZsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u67WwC5fVgI/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-17%2Bat%2B06.26%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596204171504674498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work out&lt;div&gt;eat out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laugh out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;definitely the way to spend your weekends with your best mates..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least that's what we thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz we can burn fat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can stay healthy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we can get to know each other well.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-3322247440878525450?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/3322247440878525450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-out-eat-out-laugh-out-definitely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/3322247440878525450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/3322247440878525450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-out-eat-out-laugh-out-definitely.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wquCxQ-F-Yg/Tam2C0UYZsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u67WwC5fVgI/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-17%2Bat%2B06.26%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-547270416712941637</id><published>2011-04-14T16:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:58:16.810+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>learn from your mistakes!</title><content type='html'>sometimes mistakes you made can make you learn something big from the effect.&lt;div&gt;just like it helps me to learn a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like for instance, i learned that you should never trust a man who wants to cheat on his girlfriend..it doesn't matter even if you love him like a lot more than his girlfriend does..cuz it's might be wrong..because no matter how much you love him, how much love he tried to show you, how hard he tried to say that he love you more than his girlfriend, they can be lies all along..it's all just because he was bored with the habit he usually does with his girlfriend AT THAT TIME..but when he's bored of you, he'll leave you like in no time! and then you're the one who'll be hurt at the end..so don't ever say yes when a guy ask you out even though he already has a girlfriend..and don't even trust what he says...cuz when someone lies to his or her couple, they can definitely lie to you too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-547270416712941637?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/547270416712941637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/04/learn-from-your-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/547270416712941637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/547270416712941637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/04/learn-from-your-mistakes.html' title='learn from your mistakes!'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-9026119766315962436</id><published>2011-04-04T00:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:30:52.603+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a pretty long time since the last time i felt this..&lt;div&gt;and i don't know why it started to reappear these few days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the feeling of being alone,being rejected,being sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i wasn't being rejected by anyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this feeling that i used to feel keeps on showing up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to be sad anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to be the girl who i used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to be that fragile and mushy girl anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-9026119766315962436?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/9026119766315962436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-has-been-pretty-long-time-since-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='random'/><title type='text'>bitter 17..</title><content type='html'>sweet 17?&lt;div&gt;i can't pretty much say that my experience of being seventeen can be told as sweet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's pretty much bitter and better not to be remembered..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year's birthday hurts me so bad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the special person for me doesn't even say happy birthday to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a big fight with that two-faced person.. *well, i don't really regret this one though..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's nothing special that i can count as a memorable thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurts me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A LOT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO BADLY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but however i can't say or do anything anymore now that the day has passed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the days keep on going for me, sadly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-8015401919771038979?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/8015401919771038979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/02/bitter-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8015401919771038979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8015401919771038979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/02/bitter-17.html' title='bitter 17..'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4343569714699108515</id><published>2011-02-01T06:12:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T06:15:36.738+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good-bye January..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the beginning, month full of tears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HELLO FEBRUARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;the month that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(should be)&lt;/span&gt; full of love and wealth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1895107557117794830-4343569714699108515?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4343569714699108515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-bye-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4343569714699108515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4343569714699108515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-bye-january.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4213173864350263730</id><published>2011-01-30T04:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T04:23:57.771+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random quizzes'/><title type='text'>i am 92.16% obsessed with music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;check the bands you've HEARD OF. Not just the ones you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest people! If you really have never heard of them. Don't mark it. it just makes you look fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTERNATIVE:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;[x] Paramore&lt;br /&gt;[x] Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;[x] Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;[x] Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Three Days Grace&lt;br /&gt;[x] Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;[x]30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chevelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTRY:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;[x] Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Leanne Rhymes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kenny Chesney&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;[x] Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;[x] Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hawthorne Heights&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chiodos&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Forgive Durden&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Amber Pacific&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;[ ] From First to Last&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Underoath&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hit The Lights&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dear Whoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIE:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Eisley&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Killers&lt;br /&gt;[x] Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gym Class Heroes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;METAL:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;[x] System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Disturbed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Metallica&lt;br /&gt;[x] Guns n' Roses&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Slayer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hatebreed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Killswitch Engage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Teddy Geiger&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;[x] Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;[x] Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pink&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;[x] Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;[x] James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;[x] Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ryan Carbrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POWERPOP/PUNK:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cute is What We Aim for&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cartel&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;[x] Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Relient K&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Anti - Flag&lt;br /&gt;[x] Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR= 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAP:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ying Yang Twins&lt;br /&gt;[ ] T.I.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eminem&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 2pac&lt;br /&gt;[x] Jamie Foxx&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lil' Jon&lt;br /&gt;[x] Outkast&lt;br /&gt;[x] 50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Notorious B.I.G&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Young Jeezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKA:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] reel big fish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Specials&lt;br /&gt;[ ] MAD Caddies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Rancid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Aquabats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sublime&lt;br /&gt;[x] No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Madness&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Operation Ivy&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR= 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;[x] All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;[x] Motion City Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;[x] Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;[x] Angels and Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;[x] Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;[x] My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Drowning Pool&lt;br /&gt;[x] Green Day&lt;br /&gt;[x] Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Madina Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASSIC ROCK:&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;[x] Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Cure&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Who&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;[x] Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;[x] Queen&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Van Halen&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Poison&lt;br /&gt;[x] ACDC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multiply your answer by 144&lt;br /&gt;and then divide it by 100&lt;br /&gt;Post it as I'm_% obsessed with music&lt;br /&gt;then repost with: I am % obsessed with music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64 X 144 = 9216&lt;br /&gt;9216 / 100 = 92.16%&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/1895107557117794830-4213173864350263730?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4213173864350263730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-9216-obsessed-with-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4213173864350263730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4213173864350263730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-9216-obsessed-with-music.html' title='i am 92.16% obsessed with music'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4746419226625173529</id><published>2011-01-30T04:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T04:14:20.438+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random quizzes'/><title type='text'>boyish or girlish? well.. almost even.. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; margin-bottom: 20px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY BOY SIDE&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love hoodies&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love jeans&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dogs are better than cats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Its hilarious when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've played with boys on a team&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a XBOX&lt;br /&gt;[x] You played with Hot Wheels as a little kid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] At some point in your life you wanted to be a firefighter&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a DS PS2 or SEGA&lt;br /&gt;[x] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You watch sports on TV&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gory movies are cool&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you go to your dad for advice&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own like a trillion baseball hats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to/do collect pokemon&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Baggy sweat pants are nice to wear&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Its kind of weird to sleepovers with a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;[x] Green, black, red, blue or silver are one of your favourite colours&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sports are fun&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sometimes talk with food in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You sleep at night with your socks on&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fished at least once&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GIRL SIDE&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to shop&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear the color pink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes you go to your mum for advice&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You consider cheerleading a sport&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate wearing all black&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like going to the mall&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like getting manicures and/or pedicures&lt;br /&gt;[x] You cried watching The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shopping is one of your favourite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've seen Star Wars and don't like some of it&lt;br /&gt;[x] You do/did gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It takes you around one hour to shower and get dressed&lt;br /&gt;[x] You smile a lot more than you should&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You care about what you look like majority of the time&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like wearing dresses whenever you can&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like dancing/do dancing&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like high heel shoes&lt;br /&gt;[x] You used to play with dolls as a kid&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like putting makeup on others&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like being the star of almost everything&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pink is one of your favourite colours&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 4 to get the percentage:&lt;br /&gt;Boyish: 13 x 4 = 52%&lt;br /&gt;Girly: 15 x 4 = 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-4746419226625173529?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4746419226625173529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/boyish-or-girlish-well-almost-even-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4746419226625173529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4746419226625173529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/boyish-or-girlish-well-almost-even-d.html' title='boyish or girlish? well.. almost even.. :D'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4803660588156559601</id><published>2011-01-30T04:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T04:05:54.430+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my dear brother from another mother! :P</title><content type='html'>this poem by Joanna Fuchs reminds me of you instantly!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A BIRTHDAY WORKOUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Hike across green Ireland;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Bike the USA;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Backpack through New Zealand,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;But don’t call it a day…&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Do yoga in lovely Paris;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Jump rope in Katmandu;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Avoid Italian pasta,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;(Well, maybe taste, but don’t you chew!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Climb atop Mt. Everest;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Do aerobics on China’s Wall;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Lift weights on Mexican Beaches;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;And honey, that’s not all…&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Shake your booty with native dances&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;In Fiji and Bora Bora;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Move your body and exercise&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Like you’ve never done befora.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Okay; that’s good; you’re finished;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Now you can take a break;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;You’ve finally burned enough calories&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;To have your birthday cake!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ko Anggie! WYATB!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wish u like the surprise too!! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;take care n GBU! *hey! it rhymes! too and you! :D*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-4803660588156559601?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4803660588156559601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-my-dear-brother-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4803660588156559601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4803660588156559601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-my-dear-brother-from.html' title='Happy Birthday my dear brother from another mother! :P'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-6605672838739467391</id><published>2011-01-29T00:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:24:29.907+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>feelings</title><content type='html'>this feeling keeps coming every night&lt;div&gt;the feeling that makes me want to cry all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the feeling that i also don't know where did it come from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even why do i feel this feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel hurt like there's a huge wound in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like there's a big rock that is kept being thrown to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like there's a million knifes that keep on stabbing it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does it just another usual mellow night that is caused by nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or does it all because of that incident where i broke my heart into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this night where all i can hear is only the songs that i played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so alone and friendless &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that only myself that knows about my feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to share, but i don't know how and who would listen and understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh God please take my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that i can't feel anything anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people might say that i'm not a person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz i can't feel any feelings anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess it's better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lot better than smiling on the outside but aching in the inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-6605672838739467391?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6605672838739467391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6605672838739467391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6605672838739467391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/feelings.html' title='feelings'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-8483210024409268203</id><published>2011-01-28T05:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T06:00:53.926+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random quizzes'/><title type='text'>30 people, many questions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; margin-bottom: 20px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you name 30 people you can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 30 people. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. prisca&lt;br /&gt;2. daniel&lt;br /&gt;3. elysa&lt;br /&gt;4. kyo&lt;br /&gt;5. yunus&lt;br /&gt;6. robert&lt;br /&gt;7. idunk&lt;br /&gt;8. ui&lt;br /&gt;9. ko anggie&lt;br /&gt;10. AJ&lt;br /&gt;11. ce adit&lt;br /&gt;12. ce tink&lt;br /&gt;13. toge&lt;br /&gt;14. ce tiff&lt;br /&gt;15. floren&lt;br /&gt;16. audie&lt;br /&gt;17. mamat&lt;br /&gt;18. rangga&lt;br /&gt;19. ari&lt;br /&gt;20. molyse&lt;br /&gt;21. nessa&lt;br /&gt;22. arlene&lt;br /&gt;23. tasha&lt;br /&gt;24. icha&lt;br /&gt;25. narae&lt;br /&gt;26. vero&lt;br /&gt;27. debby&lt;br /&gt;28. juju&lt;br /&gt;29. nadia&lt;br /&gt;30. daniss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;• How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;- in his hiphop class at gold's gym :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if you had never met 6?&lt;br /&gt;- i would never be a third wheel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if 5 and 15 dated?&lt;br /&gt;- HAH???? yauda sih gapapa juga..HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• If you could marry between 6 and 14 who will it be?&lt;br /&gt;- 6-lah yaa...secara 14 is a girl... =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Did you ever like 26?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm straight. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would 4 and 27 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;- BEH! dipenggal 3 ntarr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would number 22 and 2 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe..but i hope whey won't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Describe 8:&lt;br /&gt;- idk her very well..but she has a good voice and seemed pretty nice.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Do you like 12?&lt;br /&gt;- iya donggg.... *kedip2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Tell me something about 17:&lt;br /&gt;- kocak!bae!gambarnya SABIIII!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What's 7's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;- apaan dunk??idk..hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if 1 just confessed they liked you?&lt;br /&gt;- astagaaaa....jgn nginep di rumh gue lagi lu! hus2! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When was the last time you talked to number 15?&lt;br /&gt;- sudah lama sekaliiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How do you think 19 feels about you?&lt;br /&gt;- entaahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What languages does 13 speak?&lt;br /&gt;- INGGRIS!!!! BUAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Who is 2 going out with?:&lt;br /&gt;- gatauu....gapernah crita2 si dani iniii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What grade is 16 in?&lt;br /&gt;- semester 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is 2's favorite songs now?&lt;br /&gt;- alamak...matilah...terakhir sih dia nyuruh gue ngedengerin please don't go - mike posner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you ever date 3?&lt;br /&gt;- mau ga el?? *kedip2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Is 11 single?&lt;br /&gt;- AHAYY!!!! single en epeilebel!!! (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is 10s last name?&lt;br /&gt;- laluuuwwww!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 18?&lt;br /&gt;- emohh!!!maunya ama nomorrr...... *kedip2 centil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Where does 23 live?&lt;br /&gt;- taman beverly golf :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you think about 20?&lt;br /&gt;- tomboy.suka breakdance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is the best thing about 4?&lt;br /&gt;- pintar mengulik2 orang..sensitive..loving my bestie truly... (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Is 21 hard-working?&lt;br /&gt;- tampaknya bgitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you like to tell 14 right now?&lt;br /&gt;- ceceeehhh!!!!! aku potong rambut 55rb bagus loh!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How did you meet 9?&lt;br /&gt;- di combat class at gold's juga...hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is the best and worst thing about 2?&lt;br /&gt;- best : great guitarist, worst : becandaannya ngeselin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Are you going to know 3 forever?&lt;br /&gt;- of courseee!!!! we're soulmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How long have you known 26?&lt;br /&gt;- since grade 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Who is 24?&lt;br /&gt;- teman yang kukenal gara2 keseringan nongkrong di bengsol... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Are you or did you ever date 28?&lt;br /&gt;- astaganaga...GAMAUUU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Do you have a crush on 27?&lt;br /&gt;- no-laaahhhh....i'm STRAIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you kiss 25?&lt;br /&gt;- depends dimananya..klo lips,NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Have you hugged/kissed 22?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Is 29 your bff?&lt;br /&gt;- one of my bffs! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you hate about 23?&lt;br /&gt;- klo udh nngs susah brentinya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What's your relationship with 30?&lt;br /&gt;- friends donggg.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-8483210024409268203?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/8483210024409268203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-people-many-questions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8483210024409268203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8483210024409268203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-people-many-questions.html' title='30 people, many questions!'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-12139617848112665</id><published>2011-01-28T05:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:43:35.935+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random quizzes'/><title type='text'>50 first reactions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;1. beer : carlsberg&lt;br /&gt;2. food : sushi&lt;br /&gt;3. relationship : love?&lt;br /&gt;4. crush : D.G&lt;br /&gt;5. power ranger : kuning!&lt;br /&gt;6. life : rempongg&lt;br /&gt;7. the president : SBY!&lt;br /&gt;8. yummy : eat&lt;br /&gt;9. car : sirion&lt;br /&gt;10. movie : salt?&lt;br /&gt;11. halloween : candies&lt;br /&gt;12. sex : vincent! LOL&lt;br /&gt;13. religion : catholic&lt;br /&gt;14. hate : love&lt;br /&gt;15. fear : heights&lt;br /&gt;16. marriage : white&lt;br /&gt;17. blondes : dumb? (SORRY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;18. slippers : havaianas&lt;br /&gt;19. shoes : black&lt;br /&gt;20. asians : chinese&lt;br /&gt;21. past time : better&lt;br /&gt;22. one night stand : WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;23. my cell phone : charged!&lt;br /&gt;24. smoke : need one!&lt;br /&gt;25. fantasy : twilight (why?)&lt;br /&gt;26. high school life : short&lt;br /&gt;27. pyjamas : bananas in pyjamas!!&lt;br /&gt;28. stars : meteor garden (HAH??)&lt;br /&gt;29. center : science&lt;br /&gt;30. alcohol : chung! :P&lt;br /&gt;31. the word LOVE : el-o-el-o-el-o-vi-i&lt;br /&gt;32. friends : love!&lt;br /&gt;33. money : need it&lt;br /&gt;34. heartache : me now!&lt;br /&gt;35. time : of my lifeee~&lt;br /&gt;36. divorce : heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;37. dogs : goldie!&lt;br /&gt;38. undies : simple&lt;br /&gt;39. parents : annoying sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;40. babies : chubby&lt;br /&gt;41. ex- : boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;42. songs : iTunes&lt;br /&gt;43. color : green&lt;br /&gt;44. wedding : pretty ;)&lt;br /&gt;45. pizza : laper..&lt;br /&gt;46. hangout : fun&lt;br /&gt;47. rest : home&lt;br /&gt;48. goal : casillas&lt;br /&gt;49. inspiration : my besties&lt;br /&gt;50. fail : used to it..lalalalaa~ LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-12139617848112665?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/12139617848112665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/50-first-reactions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/12139617848112665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/12139617848112665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/50-first-reactions.html' title='50 first reactions'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-284720217234684761</id><published>2011-01-28T05:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:36:37.849+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random quizzes'/><title type='text'>CrushCrushCrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;Let The Songs Answer It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your Ipod in shuffle mode. Answer these questions according to the song that appear at that time. Doesn’t matter how silly it will be, just write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;speed - atari teenage riot (iyaloooohhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;what do you want from me - adam lambert (jadi maksudnya suka2 org describenya??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you all my love - PIU (aww...mau dong dikasi all his love....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;disenchanted - MCR (amit2!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be better - ATT9 (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU WANT ME - PITBULL (HAHAHA.PERFECT MOTTO BABEEEHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Please don't go - Mike Posner (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Break Free - Hillsong (i know they knew that i wanna break freee!! HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;cinta terindah - umbu (sapa yaaaa???? :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;nyanyian sahabat - liquor band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;sudnay morning - maroon 5 (my love di sunday morning doang? ngga ah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;magic - B.O.B (hah??jelas2 empat gituu..apanya yang magical???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;C.I.N.T.A - D'Bagindaz (cinta mulu???yg nyanyi bagindaz pula...astagaaa....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;welcoming the sophomore - PWG (hmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;use somebody - kings of leon (aaaaa!!!!! malu ahhh....gamau ngmg... :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;one last cry - brian mcknight (i hope that cry is a happy tear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;tidal wave - owl city (maksudnya??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;if we ever meet again - timbaland ft. katy perry (hah????ga ngertiiii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;talking to the moon - bruno mars (i am scared of this song sih...makes me cry all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;bring me to life - evanescence (brarti sbnrnya saya is det gitu??ALAMAAAKKK.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST DREAM?&lt;br /&gt;buttons - PCD (hah???biggest dreamnya tombol2 doang??ckckckck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;marry you - bruno mars (mau sih marry dia...NGGA SEKARANG JUGA TAPIII.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;kimi ga suki dato sakebitai - BAAD (artinya sih aku mencintaimu dan menangis..and i do love my friends til i cry sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SAY RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;aloha - cool (aloha disini artinya i love you... and i really do wanna say I LOVE YOU!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;love drunk - boys like girls (hah??masa mabok cinta paling penting?? nolaaahh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;russian roulette - rihanna (well...it's one of the worst thing sih..amit2 gue ikut2an russian roulette..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE SPECIAL SONG FOR YOUR BF / GF?&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute -PCD (hahaha.brarti disuruh nunggu yak?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR CRUSH RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;billionaire - travie mccoy ft. bruno mars (hahahaha.he is a billionaire for meeeee!!! *bisaan aja nih..hahaha*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE SONG THAT YOU LIKE THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;dakota - stereophonics (SABIIII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW YOU DESCRIBE YOUR LAST EX?&lt;br /&gt;single ladies - beyonce (ebuseeeeet....my last ex was a guy kok...sumpah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;CrushCrushCrush - Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-284720217234684761?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/284720217234684761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/crushcrushcrush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/284720217234684761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/284720217234684761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/crushcrushcrush.html' title='CrushCrushCrush'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-6750019271451121905</id><published>2011-01-28T05:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:16:16.705+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random quizzes'/><title type='text'>100 truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;RULE!&lt;br /&gt;- Tell 100 Truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage = mineral water&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call = Elysa Munster&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message = Sam&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to = Hot and Cold&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried = 2 days ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER’s:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dated someone twice = yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Been cheated on? = yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it? = yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Lost someone special? = yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Been depressed? = yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Been drunk and threw up? = yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;green.pink.black.white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Made new friends = yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallen out of love = yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Laughed until you cried = yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Met someone who changed you = yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Found out who your true friends were = yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Found out someone was talking about you = yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list = yes&lt;br /&gt;8. How many people on your friend's list do you know in real life = mostly&lt;br /&gt;9. How many kids do you want to have = 1-2&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any pets = yes&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want to change your name = no&lt;br /&gt;12. What did you do for your last birthday = treat my friends&lt;br /&gt;13. What time did you wake up today = 11 am&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you doing at midnight last night = talked with Prisca Aninditya&lt;br /&gt;15. Name something you CANNOT wait for = my sweet seventeen party! :D&lt;br /&gt;17. One thing you wish you could change about your life = how easy for me to fall in love! X(&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now = Takkan Terganti - Marcell&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom = yes&lt;br /&gt;20. What's getting on your nerves right now? = nothing! i'm all relaxed now&lt;br /&gt;21. Most visited webpage = twitter&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT ME:&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your name = Laurentia Shilla Budiarto Tjandrakesuma&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames = shilla, budiarto, gendut, dek, cumi pari, buntel :S&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationship Status = single&lt;br /&gt;4. Zodiac sign = pisces&lt;br /&gt;5. Male or female or transgendered = female&lt;br /&gt;6. Elementary = St. Laurensia&lt;br /&gt;7. Middle School = 7-8 St. Laurensia , 9 Stella Maris Int'l School&lt;br /&gt;8. High school = 10 Stella Maris Int'l School&lt;br /&gt;10. Hair color = brownish black&lt;br /&gt;11. Long or short = short&lt;br /&gt;16. Height = 175++&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a crush on someone? = yes&lt;br /&gt;18: What do you like about yourself? = almost everything&lt;br /&gt;19. Piercings = yes&lt;br /&gt;20. Tattoos = SOON!&lt;br /&gt;21. Righty or lefty = righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;22. First surgery = none&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing = baby&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friends = riska?&lt;br /&gt;26. First sport you joined = swimming and basketball (almost at the same time! :D)&lt;br /&gt;27. First pet = dogs&lt;br /&gt;28. First vacation = California, USA&lt;br /&gt;29. First concert = Black Eyed Peas!&lt;br /&gt;30. First crush = MARCEL! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;49. Eating = none&lt;br /&gt;50. Drinking = none&lt;br /&gt;52. I'm about to = smoke&lt;br /&gt;53. Listening to = The Only Exception - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;55. Waiting for = combat class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;58. Want kids? = yes&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to get married? = yes&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in mind? = director? writer? something got to do with production house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or eyes = eyes&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or kisses = hugs&lt;br /&gt;70. Shorter or taller = taller&lt;br /&gt;71. Older or Younger = older&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous = spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms = nice arms&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or loud = sensitive&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship = relationship&lt;br /&gt;77. Trouble maker or hesitant = kind of both?&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a stranger = yea&lt;br /&gt;79. Drank hard liquor = yes&lt;br /&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts = yes&lt;br /&gt;81. Sex on first date = no&lt;br /&gt;82. Broken someone's heart = yes&lt;br /&gt;83. Had your own heart broken = a lot&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down = yes&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died = yes&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend that is a girl? = no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself = yes&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles = yes&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight = yes&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven = yes&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Clause = used to&lt;br /&gt;95. Kiss on the first date? = yes&lt;br /&gt;96. Angels = yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? yes (more than one actually)&lt;br /&gt;98. Who is it? Elysa Munster . Rio 'Kyo' Bayu Pratama . Prisca Aninditya . Daniel Ganx . Nickelano Gunadi&lt;br /&gt;99. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? yes&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-6750019271451121905?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6750019271451121905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/100-truths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6750019271451121905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6750019271451121905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/100-truths.html' title='100 truths'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-5081631260086908765</id><published>2011-01-28T04:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T04:59:01.547+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random quizzes'/><title type='text'>My Life According to Ne-Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;Using only song names from ONE ARTIST/BAND, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people you like and include me. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your Artist:&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;" Miss Independent "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;br /&gt;" One In A Million "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people feel when they're around you?&lt;br /&gt;" Addicted "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live:&lt;br /&gt;" Spotlight "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go:&lt;br /&gt;" Mirror "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite form of transportation:&lt;br /&gt;" Leaving Tonight "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is:&lt;br /&gt;" Angel "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your best friends are:&lt;br /&gt;" Crazy "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like:&lt;br /&gt;" A Little Space " *agak ga nyambung..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite time of day:&lt;br /&gt;" I Ain't Gonna Tell You "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:&lt;br /&gt;" Sexy Love "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you:&lt;br /&gt;" TROUBLE "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe your previous relationship?&lt;br /&gt;" So Sick "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your current relationship.&lt;br /&gt;" Go On Girl "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about love?&lt;br /&gt;" Irreplaceable "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear:&lt;br /&gt;" When You're Mad "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best advice you have to give:&lt;br /&gt;" Let Go "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" Let Me Get This Right "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would like to die:&lt;br /&gt;" Fade Into the Background "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul's present condition:&lt;br /&gt;" MAD "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto:&lt;br /&gt;" I'm Doing Okay "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you ask for if you had only one wish?&lt;br /&gt;" Don't Fall In Love "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-5081631260086908765?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5081631260086908765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life-according-to-ne-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5081631260086908765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5081631260086908765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life-according-to-ne-yo.html' title='My Life According to Ne-Yo'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-5665016809739952280</id><published>2011-01-27T20:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:22:21.097+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a story about my day'/><title type='text'>heartbroken = haircut !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TUFwxhlaw6I/AAAAAAAAADE/sykNChb_YQI/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-28%2Bat%2B05.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TUFwxhlaw6I/AAAAAAAAADE/sykNChb_YQI/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-28%2Bat%2B05.18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566854610537857954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;you know my habit after heartbroken, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and i've just gotten my heart broken again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i cut my hair again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;people say this haircut suits me better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;what do you think??? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-5665016809739952280?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5665016809739952280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/heartbroken-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5665016809739952280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5665016809739952280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/heartbroken-haircut.html' title='heartbroken = haircut !'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TUFwxhlaw6I/AAAAAAAAADE/sykNChb_YQI/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-28%2Bat%2B05.18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-8866969248254570640</id><published>2011-01-27T17:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:59:43.247+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>the life of an everyday actress</title><content type='html'>if you call me now, maybe you can see that i've stopped crying..&lt;div&gt;if you see me now, i bet you'll think that i've get over you already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what you don't know is my heart is still crying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you don't know is my mind is still thinking about you everytime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might be a good actress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's because i don't want you to feel bad anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might look happy and laughing all the time now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but actually my heart is screaming and crying still..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want people to see me as a tough girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want you to think that i'm not that childish little girl anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to change my image in front of all of you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sorry to say, i still feel the same thing ever since..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only difference now, i don't show it to the world like i used to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-8866969248254570640?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-5133136749716076017</id><published>2011-01-21T02:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T04:34:35.219+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>how could i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;you were always there when i need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were the one who rise up the sun when the darkness is all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you made my mind full of you all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now you're the one who breaks my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how could i stop my feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how could i replace you with someone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how could i get over this feeling now that you're the one who made this appears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how could i ever forget you???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people came and left in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have felt heartbroken before..and i bet you know how bad is that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've get over this guy and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow this is different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i feel scared to fall in love again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this world keeps spinning around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life keeps on going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people say the show must go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my heart does not know how to get over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and move on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz my heart was broken into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-5133136749716076017?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-137178269382882744</id><published>2011-01-16T03:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T03:34:39.567+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TTIDaYZHAVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b3teGG67l8I/s1600/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TTIDaYZHAVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b3teGG67l8I/s320/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562512241515233618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just watched the movie "He's Just Not That Into You"&lt;div&gt;and when i watch that movie, every time i see the character Gigi, i feel like seeing myself in different look, different age but the same condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i realize that maybe he's just not that into me. maybe it was all my imagination and dream to have him as someone who loves me more than just a friend. i keep expecting him to contact me first, but it never happens. and i just realize that when a guy doesn't contact you, it might just be that he just don't want to contact you. not that he's testing you or expecting you to contact him. as simple as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-137178269382882744?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TTIDaYZHAVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/b3teGG67l8I/s72-c/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-9059256978697047265</id><published>2011-01-02T18:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:43:13.544+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2010 was a great year with lots of lessons that we get from the problems we had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and i believe, 2011 is ready to "teach" us some more lessons with more problems ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;but don't be afraid or worried too much about them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;because however the situation is, mr.G will still always be there for us.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;new year, new chapter, new hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;cheers! xoxo&lt;/span&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/1895107557117794830-9059256978697047265?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/9059256978697047265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/9059256978697047265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/9059256978697047265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-2191318708898376697</id><published>2010-12-29T10:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:58:04.902+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You might not feel what i feel...&lt;/div&gt;You might take me totally just as a friend…&lt;br /&gt;But you have to know..&lt;br /&gt;You have to know how I feel truly..&lt;br /&gt;You have to be told about how I feel deep inside my heart..&lt;br /&gt;I actually have fallen in love with you…&lt;br /&gt;I actually really feel that you’re the one..&lt;br /&gt;But I think you won’t care..&lt;br /&gt;I think you would never feel the same…&lt;br /&gt;I think you would think that all this are just a joke..&lt;br /&gt;Or you might think that I would get over this feeling just as you count the days..&lt;br /&gt;But even I don’t know when will I get over you…&lt;br /&gt;Even I don’t know when will I start to take you as a friend only 100%..&lt;br /&gt;You might not care about me..&lt;br /&gt;But I really do care for you A LOT…&lt;br /&gt;You might never think about me…&lt;br /&gt;But I never stop remembering about you ALL THE TIME..&lt;br /&gt;And now even the fireworks can’t totally cheer me up…&lt;br /&gt;Being alone by the pool doesn’t help me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;And now, maybe you’re having fun and being happy with the one you love..&lt;br /&gt;While I type this thing over the sea…&lt;br /&gt;I know I should never avoid you…&lt;br /&gt;Cuz however you’re still a friend of mine…&lt;br /&gt;But sorry….&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know until when can I stand this…&lt;br /&gt;I’m not strong enough to see you while knowing that you have no special feelings towards me…&lt;br /&gt;I’ve drank and drank and drank…&lt;br /&gt;But even when I got drunk, I still can’t let myself forget about you…&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not your fault…&lt;br /&gt;This is my own fault by falling in love with you…&lt;br /&gt;The person who I haven’t known for too long…&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I feel you’re the one…&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you’re the person who’s gonna love me truly..&lt;br /&gt;From the deepest part of your heart..&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I’m wrong..&lt;br /&gt;I guess you’re not the one..&lt;br /&gt;I guess you won’t be the one who loves me truly…&lt;br /&gt;And now I think a lot…&lt;br /&gt;About my “love life”…&lt;br /&gt;And I realizes, maybe I’m rejected because I’m so unimportant for everyone…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m rejected because people never need me truly…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don’t deserved to be loved…&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;They’re just maybe’s..&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, those maybe’s can be right..&lt;br /&gt;Those maybe’s might be the fact…&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I’m afraid they’re the facts…&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid those maybe’s are right…&lt;br /&gt;But I afraid more for knowing that you’re not the one..&lt;br /&gt;I’m more afraid when I imagine you’ll walk in front of me with other girl that you love more…&lt;br /&gt;So what should I do now??&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t have any idea..&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me???&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                          &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-2191318708898376697?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-7830574015764695680</id><published>2010-12-24T02:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T03:10:55.425+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>simple writing about my complicated mind.</title><content type='html'>i might have written hundreds and hundreds of love poems...&lt;div&gt;and i know it sounds weird when i say those things to many different people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me sounds like i can fall in love so easily...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i don't care about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz this blog was made so i can pour out my feelings in the form of words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like now,when i feel so rejected,so useless,so unimportant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially for that guy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe people say that i should make myself think that it's his loss..not mine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow i feel unwanted now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like i might don't deserved to be loved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i still can't believe that i'm that bad and useless that no one had ever loved me truly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when i think i've found someone that could love me truly,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he didn't even love me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he just takes me as a friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now there's millions of questions that i want to ask to the Almighty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz even though i know He always gives everyone the best that they need, not what they want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still, i can't really see His plan for me now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm totally lost in my own life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not knowing what to do next..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially when i see that this guy is actually preferred my best friend instead of me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not sure anymore about what to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should i keep struggling and try to get him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or should i let go, back off, and stop all this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if You're really there, all i want for this Christmas is just an answer for all of this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won't deny that i want him to love me truly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if it's just not the way You want it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please Lord, let me know why and what should i do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz i'm tired enough of being so lost in my own life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-7830574015764695680?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/7830574015764695680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/12/simple-writing-about-my-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7830574015764695680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7830574015764695680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/12/simple-writing-about-my-complicated.html' title='simple writing about my complicated mind.'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-2219666013124073098</id><published>2010-11-29T13:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:25:06.980+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Deep and Meaningless - Rooster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I, I don't know why I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I, I don't know why I still feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;You, you left me feeling high and dry&lt;br /&gt;With nothing, nothing but the question why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, I guess you had another direction&lt;br /&gt;And leaving me with nothing but a dead connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;If you call me today&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice&lt;br /&gt;It's just a lie&lt;br /&gt;You knew what you had&lt;br /&gt;You still walked away leaving me in this mess&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is deep and meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you knew what you were doing to me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I guess I was too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;Well you hit where it hurt and you fooled me so bad&lt;br /&gt;But I'd do it again to relive what we had&lt;br /&gt;(Damn that's sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things left to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of a love that I just can't leave behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-2219666013124073098?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/2219666013124073098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/11/deep-and-meaningless-rooster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/2219666013124073098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/2219666013124073098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/11/deep-and-meaningless-rooster.html' title='Deep and Meaningless - Rooster'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-6032363044757499729</id><published>2010-11-29T13:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:18:39.019+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>goodbye my angel...</title><content type='html'>now i'm here,&lt;div&gt;alone again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with no one accompanies me in the middle of this rain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without you by my side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i guess you'll never be by my side anymore starting from today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't handle this anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't handle the pain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pain of being the third wheel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sorry for denying the promise..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the promise we shared before..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i've got to let you go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i can't stand the pain anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i really do want you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm too scared of the karma that would happen if i continue this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm afraid you'll do the same thing to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know, if that happen, i will be so damn hurt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sorry dear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to do this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but believe in one thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really do love you very much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-2862449289305592806</id><published>2010-11-02T14:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:23:57.075+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>2nd of November :')</title><content type='html'>02.11.09&lt;div&gt;it's the date i would never forget..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day that one of my bestfriends left this world and moved to the Lord's kingdom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day that made me really sad that i cried so loudly at the gym..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remembered that day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was at the gym..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just finished my combat class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was laughing loudly looking at the silliness of my friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i suddenly felt so lonely and weird at that time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when i checked my cellphone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a lot of missed calls from Tasha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then suddenly she called me again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crying so loudly and said, "RJ has left us..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought she was joking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then she cried and cried and cried..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i realized that she's serious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without thinking, i screamed to Arlene and said what Tasha just said to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i suddenly felt empty, frozen, lonely..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just realized that the best guy in the class, the best leader that had ever lived, the best daddy of the class, had left..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can do nothing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only felt that the time suddenly stopped..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then suddenly i couldn't contain myself, and i cried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cried so loudly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz the person i truly believed, the person who never judged me, the person who's very meaningful for me had to come back to the Almighty's kingdom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now, it's 02.11.10..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sitting here alone at this coffee shop..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking about that silly guy that has left the world and moved to heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missing him so much that i might cry in this very second..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;craving for his matureness and his gentleness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i started to realize that God must have plans so that He pulled RJ in a such young age..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plans for him, plans for us, plans for everyone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i realize that i shouldn't cry for him anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz he's happy now up there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i bet he doesn't want us to be sad all the time anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please take care of RJ up there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also open our eyes, God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that we won't cry for him anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz i bet he doesn't want the people he loves keep crying for him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all i want to ask from You, Lord..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RJ, WE ALL MISS YOU SO MUCH! wait for us up there okayy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we can do silly things and have fun again up there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you "daddyy"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xs and Os,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the gembelers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-2862449289305592806?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/2862449289305592806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/11/2nd-of-november.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/2862449289305592806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/2862449289305592806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/11/2nd-of-november.html' title='2nd of November :&apos;)'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-9180479611622330969</id><published>2010-10-29T22:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:47:40.439+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>dear RJ</title><content type='html'>dear RJ,&lt;div&gt;hey there daddy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how are you up there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's almost a year since you left..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all miss you like crazy here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you miss us like we missed you???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this one year,we all thought a lot about you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also talked about you too.. (well,i bet you know...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sadly most of those conversation ended with tears though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you're happy now up there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know you must be happier if your friends are happy too here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still,i can't lie to myself that i miss you so damn much man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's hard for me to stop crying for you when i remembered about you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz you're one of the best guy friend that i've ever had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wrote this just to remind you that we all still remember you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not just now i hope..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope the "gembelers" will always remember you as the best leader that had ever led us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you J...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xs and Os,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shilla :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-9180479611622330969?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/9180479611622330969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-rj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/9180479611622330969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/9180479611622330969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-rj.html' title='dear RJ'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-5571310957351006004</id><published>2010-10-28T13:21:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:24:53.554+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>when you're around, i can't stop laughing..&lt;div&gt;i can't stop smiling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't deny that i always feel happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you always act the way you are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you never pretend to be anyone else when you're with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can always see the real you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you're not mine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you don't love me the way i do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you love her so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's okay dear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz i believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someday i can be yours and you'll be mine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forever and ever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. even if it doesn't happen, i'm still okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz when you're happy, i can feel that happiness too.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iluimuinu tikus jelek! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-5571310957351006004?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5571310957351006004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5571310957351006004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5571310957351006004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-3568578650635610009</id><published>2010-10-23T23:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T23:36:38.832+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we started as friends..&lt;div&gt;we had a lot of great times since then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then you left without saying anything to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you suddenly show up again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fill my life with all those happiness and laughs again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my days seemed so clear and fun again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i have this "feeling" towards you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you have that girl that you've committed to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can't force you to love me too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's okay for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz even by being your friend, i can still feel your love towards me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though not as your girl, but i believe you care and love me too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank God that i finally can find you again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it makes my days mean a lot to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even physically i'm not yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but trust me dear, my heart is yours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might take other person as my boyfriend later on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you will always be the guy who fills my heart with all your love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are my friend, my special one, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my everything&lt;/b&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/1895107557117794830-3568578650635610009?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/3568578650635610009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-started-as-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/3568578650635610009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/3568578650635610009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-started-as-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4122260911323625522</id><published>2010-10-20T10:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:47:35.444+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know this is wrong..&lt;div&gt;showing your love to someone that is already in a relationship..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i can't lie to myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart can't deny it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't tell myself to avoid you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i love you too much to do that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too bad the timing is not right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's always been like that since long ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what HE meant by reuniting us again like this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially in this condition..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you have that special girl in your heart and life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well now all i can do is just be your bestfriend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i can do is just not letting you go again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to learn to love 100%..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to learn to be happy when you're happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i believe that love doesn't mean i have to have you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-4122260911323625522?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-5552733234706313438</id><published>2010-10-20T10:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:39:16.081+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>By My Side - David Choi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I'm just listening to the clock go ticking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I am waiting as the time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I think of you with every breath I take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I need to feel your heartbeat next to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;You're all I see, in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just wanna hold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just wanna kiss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just wanna love you all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I normally wouldn't say this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;but I just can't contain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I want you here forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;right here by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;All the fears you feel inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;and all the tears you cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;they're ending right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I'll heal your heart and soul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I'll keep you oh so close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Don't worry; I'll never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;You're all I need, you're everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just wanna hold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just wanna kiss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just wanna love you all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I normally wouldn't say this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;but I just can't contain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I want you here forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;right here by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;No one else will ever do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I got a stubborn heart for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;Call me crazy, but its true; I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I didn't think that it would be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;you have made it clear to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;You're all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just wanna hold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just wanna kiss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I just wanna love you all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I normally wouldn't say this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;but I just can't contain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;I want you here forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;right here by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-5552733234706313438?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5552733234706313438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/by-my-side-david-choi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5552733234706313438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5552733234706313438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/by-my-side-david-choi.html' title='By My Side - David Choi'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-1900498378600324563</id><published>2010-10-11T14:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:33:44.833+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hanging out free your mind!! :D&lt;div&gt;everything that i thought won't go off my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;disappear in a snap when i'm hanging out with my pals..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if you have this problem or anything bad you have in mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just hang out with your friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try to refresh you mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends,cigs,coffee,laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those things definitely free my mind. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-1900498378600324563?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/1900498378600324563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/hanging-out-free-your-mind-d-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/1900498378600324563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/1900498378600324563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/hanging-out-free-your-mind-d-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-1707966365803417626</id><published>2010-10-11T13:56:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:02:00.803+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>second chance :)</title><content type='html'>second chance..&lt;div&gt;it's something you should earn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not something that you an get in a click..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have to fight for it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like i've fought for a second chance from him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's actually pretty hard to get..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but finally i can get it after a month of hard work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a month i've been trying to earn your trust and your love again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i finally did it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for this chance dear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i promise not to disappoint you again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i promise i won't let you down again.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you dearr!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-1707966365803417626?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/1707966365803417626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/second-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/1707966365803417626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/1707966365803417626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/10/second-chance.html' title='second chance :)'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-7595452831052740049</id><published>2010-07-22T01:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:32:09.355+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>people say moving on is not as hard as it seems..&lt;div&gt;and i believed them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i started to doubt it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it as been 3 months..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i still can't really move on from you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so hard for me not to think about you anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't distract my mind to other people most of the time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i can think about is only you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i can pretend in front of my friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can pretend that i'm over you already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but actually i'm wearing this thick mask so people wouldn't know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm acting this way so people won't think that i'm weak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want them to see me as a tough girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i can't stand it anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-7595452831052740049?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-2348542122233289103</id><published>2010-07-22T01:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:24:55.834+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>my immortal - evanescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me by your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-2348542122233289103?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/2348542122233289103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4975440382137131198</id><published>2010-06-15T01:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:38:26.675+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>true friends?</title><content type='html'>people say friends are easy to find..&lt;br /&gt;i agree with them..&lt;br /&gt;but how many of you really have true friends and sure about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, now i can't really trust some of my friends..&lt;br /&gt;i feel that they are actually just friends who are not true friends...&lt;br /&gt;they are all false friends...&lt;br /&gt;and too bad, most of them are the people who i thought are my best friends...&lt;br /&gt;they were never there when i need them..&lt;br /&gt;they come and go just in a click..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i trust more people now when even my "best friends" leave me just in a snap?&lt;br /&gt;aren't true friends should always be there when you need them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-4975440382137131198?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4975440382137131198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/06/true-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4975440382137131198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4975440382137131198'/><link 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gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;br /&gt;But it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;And there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;And then we got real blue&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;And we would get so excitedand we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;From whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Foreve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;We will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-1483721205276757676?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-5063339421015087117</id><published>2010-06-03T23:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:17:19.185+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at last i told him the truth that i like him..&lt;br /&gt;he said nothing and shows no difference..&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i can feel that something is different..&lt;br /&gt;he tried to comfort me and tried to make me feel alright..&lt;br /&gt;but honestly i really feel awkward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't act the same as i used to be..&lt;br /&gt;i have known that he's in love with my own friend..&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, this time it feels different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest i'm afraid that he won't tell anything to me again..&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid he'll start to keep a distance with me..&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid he'll see me as a backstabber..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay for me if he just takes me as a friend..&lt;br /&gt;it's okay for me if he still tell stories about her to me..&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want him to keep a distance or worse...&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-5063339421015087117?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5063339421015087117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/06/at-last-i-told-him-truth-that-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='random'/><title type='text'>selfish or hurt yourself?</title><content type='html'>be selfish or hurt yourself..&lt;br /&gt;if you are in this position,what will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;someone told me that being selfish is sometimes fun..&lt;br /&gt;but you also have to know which one is the best..&lt;br /&gt;i know we should never be selfish to our besties..&lt;br /&gt;cuz true friends are hard to find..&lt;br /&gt;but what if your decision will hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;what if you decide to give what you want and it makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;will you give that to your friend,or will you be selfish and just take it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-7919347813281297666?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/7919347813281297666/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-6034278565277181621</id><published>2010-05-27T03:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:42:22.770+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/S_1_iJLPrVI/AAAAAAAAACA/vrlRpUOBFEE/s1600/31190_398017257903_514607903_4041170_336823_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/S_1_iJLPrVI/AAAAAAAAACA/vrlRpUOBFEE/s320/31190_398017257903_514607903_4041170_336823_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475672946507754834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silliest but also the best people i've ever known..&lt;br /&gt;up left -  down left:&lt;br /&gt;dewi budiono . willy edwin nugroho . shilla budiarto (me!) . dominica levina . abigail tiffany tandry . david ali . felix manuel . pramana pangestu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-6034278565277181621?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6034278565277181621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/silliest-but-also-best-people-ive-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-7508258513914856192</id><published>2010-05-26T16:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:27:02.737+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you love and it hurts, love more...&lt;br /&gt;if it still hurts, love even more...&lt;br /&gt;cuz you have to love 'til it hurts no more...&lt;br /&gt;then it's called loving.. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-7508258513914856192?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/7508258513914856192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-love-and-it-hurts-love-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7508258513914856192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7508258513914856192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-love-and-it-hurts-love-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-5403924613885284427</id><published>2010-05-26T16:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:16:28.278+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANNA GET BACK WITH YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i love you too much to forget about you..&lt;br /&gt;why can't you feel it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-5403924613885284427?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5403924613885284427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-you-i-need-you-i-wanna-get-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5403924613885284427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5403924613885284427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-you-i-need-you-i-wanna-get-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-8812818076359582068</id><published>2010-05-26T15:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:40:08.998+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>cure me please, mein schatje..</title><content type='html'>i feel these days are so dull&lt;br /&gt;i feel these days are not the same as it used to be...&lt;br /&gt;i feel my heart is still broken, still torn into pieces..&lt;br /&gt;i know that i have to move on and fix my own heart..&lt;br /&gt;but you are the only one who can cure my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you have moved on and found another girl..&lt;br /&gt;you have found another special girl who can replace my spot in your heart..&lt;br /&gt;but why can't i do that to you too?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i move on and stop thinking about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i fell too deeply in love with you..&lt;br /&gt;so deep that i can't get out of that feeling..&lt;br /&gt;and in this deep hole of love,it's too dark..&lt;br /&gt;so dark that i can't see anyone but you...&lt;br /&gt;you've made my heart so numb..&lt;br /&gt;so numb 'til i can't feel love from others anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you to repair my heart, my dear..&lt;br /&gt;i need you to lead me to get out of this darkness..&lt;br /&gt;i need you to cure me who is now numb...&lt;br /&gt;i can't feel any love except it came from you..&lt;br /&gt;i can't be as comfort as i was so comfortable when i was with you...&lt;br /&gt;i miss you mein schatje..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-8812818076359582068?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/8812818076359582068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/cure-me-please-mein-schatje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8812818076359582068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8812818076359582068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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No communications at all and said if she passed it, he will love  her forever. The Girlfriend agreed. She did not text or call him the  whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing that her Boyfriend has only 24 hours to  live because he's suffering from cancer.&lt;br /&gt;She excitedly went to her  Boyfriend's house the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall as she saw her Boyfriend  lying on the coffin with a note on the side. " you did it baby, can u do  it everyday?&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;repost from abbigail elizabeth's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-1854084936080922396?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/1854084936080922396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-imagine-if-i-was-in-her-position.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/1854084936080922396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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silent night,&lt;br /&gt;i am alone&lt;br /&gt;remembering those invisible memories&lt;br /&gt;memories about you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought by burning those things i can burn your image inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like i was wrong..&lt;br /&gt;i still remember about you and all things about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i get you out of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i get rid of that story about us?&lt;br /&gt;that story has ended&lt;br /&gt;but my feelings towards you are endless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-3937206566248769627?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/3937206566248769627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-this-silent-night-i-am-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/3937206566248769627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/3937206566248769627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-this-silent-night-i-am-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-7931834470726469695</id><published>2010-05-22T17:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:00:31.585+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/S_e4ZqS74aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4sYuqpBpFwI/s1600/Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/S_e4ZqS74aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4sYuqpBpFwI/s320/Image3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474046623082078626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hang out.have fun.stop thinking about problems&lt;br /&gt;it makes my world seems better..&lt;br /&gt;even though i still think about you,&lt;br /&gt;even though my world still sounds quiet&lt;br /&gt;and i still feel lonely because you're not around,&lt;br /&gt;but my friends can always cheer me up..&lt;br /&gt;thx for always being here for me..&lt;br /&gt;even though you guys can't replace him,&lt;br /&gt;but you guys can cheer me up..&lt;br /&gt;love you guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-7931834470726469695?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/7931834470726469695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/hang-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7931834470726469695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7931834470726469695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/hang-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/S_e4ZqS74aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4sYuqpBpFwI/s72-c/Image3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-783589324427947947</id><published>2010-05-19T23:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:36:53.995+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Don't Love You No More - Craig David</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';" color="white" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: dotted; border-left-color: silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;For all the years that I've known you baby&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out the reason why lately you've been acting so cold&lt;br /&gt;(didn't you say)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a problem we should work it out&lt;br /&gt;So why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;br /&gt;Like you don't even wanna talk to me girl&lt;br /&gt;(tell me)&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know I was late again&lt;br /&gt;I made you mad and then it's throwing the pan&lt;br /&gt;But why are you making this drag on so long&lt;br /&gt;(i wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of this silly games&lt;br /&gt;(silly games)&lt;br /&gt;Don't figure that I'm the only one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's not me here who's been going round slamming doors&lt;br /&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: dotted; border-left-color: silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: dotted; border-left-color: silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;I know that I made a few mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But never thought that things would turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Cause I'm missing something now that your gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I see it all so clearly)&lt;br /&gt;Me at the door with you inner state&lt;br /&gt;(inner state)&lt;br /&gt;Giving my reasons but as you look away&lt;br /&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face&lt;br /&gt;That's when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care babe who's right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: dotted; border-left-color: silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: dotted; border-left-color: silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Don't say those words it's so hard&lt;br /&gt;They turn my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;Girl &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;*boy* you caught me completely off guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On the night you said to me&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: dotted; border-left-color: silver; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's, too late, to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-783589324427947947?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/783589324427947947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-love-you-no-more-craig-david.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/783589324427947947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/783589324427947947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-love-you-no-more-craig-david.html' title='Don&apos;t Love You No More - Craig David'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-8707932880325108713</id><published>2010-05-18T14:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:17:23.002+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>the shooting star</title><content type='html'>i wish there's a shooting star tonight...&lt;br /&gt;cuz shooting stars are believed can make wishes come true...&lt;br /&gt;and i have this one special wish..&lt;br /&gt;and this wish is just for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I LOVE YOU SCHATJE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and i hope i love you all my life.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-8707932880325108713?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/8707932880325108713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/shooting-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='random'/><title type='text'>aku disini untuk kamu..</title><content type='html'>malam ini hening..cuma ditemenin sama tetesan air dari AC yang bocor..&lt;div&gt;aku masih aja inget2 kamu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu yang pernah ada di hati,pikiran,bahkan binder aku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu yang pernah ngisi hari2 aku dengan tawa,senyum,tangis,dan segala macem ekspresi dari yang normal ampe yang abnormal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku kangen kamu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sama aja kayak anak kucing yang gabisa hidup tanpa induknya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku juga kayak gitu ke kamu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aneh emang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalo anak kucing ama induknya kan jelas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;induk kucing yang ngasih makan anaknya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah kalo aku ke kamu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu yang ngasih kebahagiaan setelah si br*ngs*k satu itu nyakitin aku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu yang bisa ngebikin aku lupa sama dia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan sekarang aku di taro di posisi dimana aku harus ngelupain kamu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;susah banget..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sakit banget..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apalagi pas tau kamu udah sayang sama cewe lain sekarang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rasanya ngenes nyelekit sakit banget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu udah bisa &lt;i&gt;move on &lt;/i&gt;dari aku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu udah bisa nemuin cewe yang bisa ngegantiin posisi aku di hati kamu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sedangkan aku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku masih nangis2 kayak anak kecil ilang di mall..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bedanya aku ilang di hati aku sendiri..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hati aku jangan2 ada labirinnya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;labirin yang berbentuk kamu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku gak tau sampai kapan aku bakal jadi orang tolol dan terus2an jadi kayak cewe gak laku dengan nungguin kamu terus dan nangisin kamu terus disini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emang sakit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi daripada aku harus nyakitin orang lain lagi dengan jadian ama orang itu tanpa ngerasa sayang ke dia,malah sayang sama kamu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jadi yang harus kamu inget sekarang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;di saat kamu butuh orang buat nemenin kamu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;di saat kamu butuh orang buat nenangin kamu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;di saat kamu butuh orang buat dukung kamu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku bakal selalu ada disini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;even &lt;/i&gt;kalo kamu udah ngejar seseorang,dan kamu ga dapetin dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kamu harus inget kalo aku masih ada disini,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nungguin kamu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku sayang banget sama kamu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan aku ga akan ninggalin kamu.. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-3788874794446966271?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/3788874794446966271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/aku-disini-untuk-kamu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/3788874794446966271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/3788874794446966271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/aku-disini-untuk-kamu.html' title='aku disini untuk kamu..'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-930048280460447894</id><published>2010-05-16T03:13:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T03:16:40.262+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>If You're Not the One - Daniel Bedingfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're here with me now&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know life so far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know that its just a trip&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;br /&gt;And I'm praying you're the one I'Ve build my home with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1895107557117794830-930048280460447894?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/930048280460447894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-youre-not-one-daniel-bedingfield.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/930048280460447894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/930048280460447894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-youre-not-one-daniel-bedingfield.html' title='If You&apos;re Not the One - Daniel Bedingfield'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-7891629373348549559</id><published>2010-05-15T21:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:17:41.970+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>i'm waiting for you...</title><content type='html'>being heartbroken sucks..&lt;br /&gt;all you can think about is just that man and that man only..&lt;br /&gt;and when you see his eyes and you only can see a usual stare,&lt;br /&gt;that proves that he's not thinking about you anymore..&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so much to see that directly..&lt;br /&gt;and it's what i feel right now..&lt;br /&gt;he's now just who he was..&lt;br /&gt;he's different now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he falls for someone else..&lt;br /&gt;someone he knows longer...&lt;br /&gt;all you can do just wait for him and say nothing..&lt;br /&gt;and that's what i can do right now..&lt;br /&gt;i just can wait and nothing else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy,i just want you to know..&lt;br /&gt;i love you even more than you know..&lt;br /&gt;i need you more than everything..&lt;br /&gt;and i don't care how much longer i have to wait for you,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be here..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you..&lt;br /&gt;not gonna move or go anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;just stay in this special corner and wait til you come back...&lt;br /&gt;wait until you'll love me again..&lt;br /&gt;just like you used to love me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i love you dear schatje..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and i'm not gonna leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i promise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-7891629373348549559?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/7891629373348549559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-waiting-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7891629373348549559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/7891629373348549559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-waiting-for-you.html' title='i&apos;m waiting for you...'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4268404569857584298</id><published>2010-05-15T01:12:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:16:15.776+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>one last cry - brian mcknight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;My shattered dreams and broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Are mending on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;I saw you holding hands, standing close to someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Now I sit all alone wishing all my feeling was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my best to you, nothing for me to do&lt;br /&gt;But have one last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;One last cry, before I leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta put you outta my mind this time&lt;br /&gt;Stop living a lie&lt;br /&gt;I guess Im' down to my last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was here, you were there&lt;br /&gt;Guess we never could agree&lt;br /&gt;While the sun shines on you&lt;br /&gt;I need some love to rain on me&lt;br /&gt;Still I sit all alone, wishing all my feeling was gone&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get over you, nothing for me to do&lt;br /&gt;But have one last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;One last cry, before I leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta put you outta my mind this time&lt;br /&gt;Stop living a lie&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause round me life goes on and on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dry my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Right after I had my&lt;br /&gt;One last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;One last cry, before I leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta put you outta my mind for the very last time&lt;br /&gt;Been living a lie&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm down&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm down&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm down...&lt;br /&gt;To my last cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;p.s even though i've stopped crying, i want you to remember that i'm still waiting for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;even if it means i have to wait forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;i promise... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I LOVE YOU SCHATJE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1895107557117794830-4268404569857584298?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4268404569857584298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-last-cry-brian-mcknight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4268404569857584298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4268404569857584298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-last-cry-brian-mcknight.html' title='one last cry - brian mcknight'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-5363753842809446002</id><published>2010-05-13T21:56:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:14:19.158+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>stupidness of me..</title><content type='html'>i has been almost a month since we end this thing..&lt;div&gt;but somehow my feeling towards you hasn't ended yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i did a stupid thing by ending it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's stupid how a girl who still loves a boy ended it just like a click..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't forget how you used to brought so much happiness for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't leave all the memories we have been through..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i can't get rid of my feelings towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't let you get off my mind even just for a second..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was stupid by breaking up with you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even i was more stupid by date someone who i didn't love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though it feels right at that time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i know that it's not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's actually was never right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should have known it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i would have never have this regret and had this feeling of losing someone i love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish you would love me back again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish you would take me back again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;i'll do ANYTHING so you'll take me back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if i have to stop anything i love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if that guarantees will make you get back to me again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll absolutely do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz 1 thing i know for sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you and i never want to lose you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please i beg you to take me back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please get back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-5363753842809446002?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5363753842809446002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupidness-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5363753842809446002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5363753842809446002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupidness-of-me.html' title='stupidness of me..'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4003415307248183099</id><published>2010-05-13T21:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:55:31.760+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>PITBULL'S CONCERT LIVE IN JAKARTA!!! 12-05-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;pitbull's concert rocked!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't even realized that the crowd was sooooooo crowded..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was at the front with dewi wulandari budiono, nadya nathan, and their friend, jenni..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really cool to watch him live..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you guys who want to see the videos and pics,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are the links: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How Low (Ludacris Remix) : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/dcqgin" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(47, 194, 239); "&gt;http://bit.ly/dcqgin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Krazy (THIS IS A MUST-WATCH VIDEO!) : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/aJgiM0" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(47, 194, 239); "&gt;http://bit.ly/aJgiM0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;picture of THE CROWD : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://tweetphoto.com/22189185" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(47, 194, 239); "&gt;http://tweetphoto.com/22189185&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;enjoy!&lt;/span&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/1895107557117794830-4003415307248183099?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4003415307248183099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/pitbulls-concert-live-in-jakarta-12-05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4003415307248183099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4003415307248183099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/pitbulls-concert-live-in-jakarta-12-05.html' title='PITBULL&apos;S CONCERT LIVE IN JAKARTA!!! 12-05-2010'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4562179188843595308</id><published>2010-05-11T03:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T03:45:16.176+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>i want you back mein schatje..</title><content type='html'>i can't smile without you&lt;div&gt;i can't laugh without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't enjoy my life without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't even focus without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life suck without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so dumb that i broke up with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so stupid deciding to live my life without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are the one who makes me enjoy my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now you're gone from my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i have to live my life on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you might be there to support me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you might be there to back me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you might also be there to cheer me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at this time,before all this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you made me cry and feel down so badly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you didn't mean to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you never mean to make me feel like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is all my fault..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know it is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so sorry but i want you back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when you won't take me back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will still love you and i wish you do too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-4562179188843595308?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4562179188843595308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-you-back-mein-schatje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4562179188843595308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4562179188843595308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-you-back-mein-schatje.html' title='i want you back mein schatje..'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-6752597280803563651</id><published>2010-05-10T14:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:03:26.728+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being single and just have fun with friends are sometimes the best ways to enjoy your life..&lt;div&gt;you don't have to think too much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you don't have to focus on one person only..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can flirt and play around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sorry for hurting you this way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think it's better for us to stay this way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least for now,i can't focus on you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i don't want to hurt you more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for all you've done and given to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it all means a lot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-6752597280803563651?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6752597280803563651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-single-and-just-have-fun-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6752597280803563651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6752597280803563651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-single-and-just-have-fun-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-6049696759869241960</id><published>2010-05-08T03:19:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:54:02.095+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss being called "schat" or "schatje"...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;cuz i miss you mein schatje!&lt;/span&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/1895107557117794830-6049696759869241960?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6049696759869241960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-being-called-schat-or-schatje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6049696759869241960'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I'm a big big girl&lt;br /&gt;In a big big world&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing if u leave me&lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel&lt;br /&gt;That I do do will&lt;br /&gt;Miss u much&lt;br /&gt;Miss u much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*V1*&lt;br /&gt;I can see the first leafs falling&lt;br /&gt;It's all yellow and nice&lt;br /&gt;It's so very cold outside&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big big girl&lt;br /&gt;In a big big world&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing if u leave me&lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel&lt;br /&gt;That I do do will&lt;br /&gt;Miss u much&lt;br /&gt;Miss u much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*V2*&lt;br /&gt;Outside it's no raining&lt;br /&gt;And tears are falling from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Why did it have to happen&lt;br /&gt;Why did it all have to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big big girl&lt;br /&gt;In a big big world&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing if u leave me&lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel&lt;br /&gt;That I do do will&lt;br /&gt;Miss u much&lt;br /&gt;Miss u much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*V3*&lt;br /&gt;I have your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Warm like fire&lt;br /&gt;But when I open my eyes......&lt;br /&gt;Your gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big big girl&lt;br /&gt;In a big big world&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing if u leave me&lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel&lt;br /&gt;That I do do will&lt;br /&gt;Miss u much&lt;br /&gt;Miss u much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big big girl&lt;br /&gt;In a big big world&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big big thing&lt;br /&gt;If u leave me&lt;br /&gt;But I do&lt;br /&gt;Feel I will&lt;br /&gt;Miss u much&lt;br /&gt;miss u much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-6063649683115189277?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6063649683115189277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-big-world-emilia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6063649683115189277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6063649683115189277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-big-world-emilia.html' title='Big Big World - Emilia'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-6368232977846784809</id><published>2010-05-08T02:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T02:42:55.894+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>not 100% yours...</title><content type='html'>we start this in a very short term of time..&lt;div&gt;but it all feel pretty well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then suddenly i realize that i'm not really sure about my feeling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not sure about how i feel deep inside my heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i realize that the love that i feel is pretty unsure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i realize,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know whether i love you as my lover,my brother,or just a special friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this might be too late for you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this might hurt you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've tried my best not to hurt you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think i'm failing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't lie to myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't lie that i'm still in love with him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't lie that he's still in my heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't lie that he's almost impossible to be replaced..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how hard i tried to forget him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how hard i tried to let him go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't let this feeling disappear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for letting you down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for hurting you so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've tried to love you and take you as my boy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to be honest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart is not 100% yours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-6368232977846784809?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6368232977846784809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-100-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6368232977846784809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6368232977846784809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-100-yours.html' title='not 100% yours...'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4828106672887390813</id><published>2010-04-26T02:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:10:54.067+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>Another untitled love poem</title><content type='html'>It was quiet and silent at that night&lt;div&gt;I was doing nothing and I started to feel alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then you come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You started to text and talk with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it feels just alright..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked and chat and laugh together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it all feels alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But suddenly I felt this thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I realized it, it's already too late..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel this thing is already too deep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too deep to be pulled off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all because I'm in love with you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So deeply in love that I can see no one but you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without you I feel so lonely..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz you treat me just like a princess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a princess won't be complete without a prince..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think I'm complete now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz I've found my prince..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my prince is YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-4828106672887390813?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/4828106672887390813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-untitled-love-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4828106672887390813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/4828106672887390813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-untitled-love-poem.html' title='Another untitled love poem'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-6222684556662005667</id><published>2010-04-24T17:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:57:51.992+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>white horse - taylor swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Say you're sorry, that face of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Comes out just when you need it to&lt;br /&gt;As I paced back and forth all this time&lt;br /&gt;Cause I honestly believed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on, the days drag on&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl, I should have known&lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I was naive, got lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And never really had a chance&lt;br /&gt;I had so many dreams about you and me&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings, now I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you are on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Begging for forgiveness, begging for me&lt;br /&gt;Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a big world, that was a small town&lt;br /&gt;There in my rearview mirror disappearing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it's too late for you and your white horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1895107557117794830-6222684556662005667?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6222684556662005667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/white-horse-taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6222684556662005667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6222684556662005667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/white-horse-taylor-swift.html' title='white horse - taylor swift'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-1601924801414828867</id><published>2010-04-19T23:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:51:59.259+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>lonesome sadness</title><content type='html'>my eyes are filled with tears..&lt;div&gt;my heart is filled by unbearable sadness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is this keep happening to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this torturing loneliness that keeps on attacking me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't i live in the crowd that hold me off the lonesome life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought he can help me through..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i just realized that i was wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am still alone in this enormous,silent world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could somebody help me,or at least accompany me here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could somebody finally pull me out of this excruciating silence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could somebody at last make my world go round again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not just for a minute or two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or just a year or a decade..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but forever and ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish somebody can at last be there for me whenever i need them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish somebody can hold my hand through this dark,lucent world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i can have somebody i can count on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it doesn't have to be someone who is perfect and inevitably faultless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i just want to have someone that i can count and rely on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-1601924801414828867?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/1601924801414828867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/lonesome-sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/1601924801414828867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/1601924801414828867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/lonesome-sadness.html' title='lonesome sadness'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-8317775853138880876</id><published>2010-04-19T19:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:04:59.392+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>thank you mr. incredible.. :D</title><content type='html'>he came to me like a ghost in the dark..&lt;div&gt;at first i can't feel a thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe because i'm not that sensitive to my surroundings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then i feel this weird feeling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like i'm in need of him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like i can't let myself go through this cruel life without him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then i get it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get that i need him as a friend only..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not more than that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and luckily he feel the same way too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for being a person that has filled my days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even i felt in love with you before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i found somebody that is more suitable for me and understands me more than you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i thank God for it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we might be a great team,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know that we're not suitable to be more than friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you mr. incredible..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll always be in my heart.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-8317775853138880876?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/8317775853138880876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-mr-incredible-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8317775853138880876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8317775853138880876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-mr-incredible-d.html' title='thank you mr. incredible.. :D'/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-5630930654893433504</id><published>2010-04-15T18:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:42:55.083+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>another "RJ" poem.. :'(</title><content type='html'>you filled my days with laughter..&lt;div&gt;you helped me to go through my problems..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you helped all of us in your own ways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now all of them are gone together with your presence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you're not here anymore to cheer us up when we are sad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you had left and won't ever come back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all have to get used to it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz you are not here and won't be here anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when we started to get used to it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all in a sudden,we miss you so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am missing you too right now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were such a great joker..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were such a great leader..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were such a perfect friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you are always here in our heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we miss you ARNEIL JOSEPH A. CARAS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-5630930654893433504?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/5630930654893433504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-rj-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5630930654893433504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/5630930654893433504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-rj-poem.html' title='another &quot;RJ&quot; poem.. :&apos;('/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-6285870098517321176</id><published>2010-04-13T18:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:45:32.353+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='re-posts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(201, 64, 147); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If a girl cries in front of u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it means that she couldn’t take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If u take her hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she would stay with u 4 the rest of ur life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If u let her go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she couldn’t go back 2 being herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A girl won’t cry easily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;except in front of the person who she love the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she becomes weak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A girl won’t cry easily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;only when she love u the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she put down her ego..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;please hold her hands firmly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she’s the one who would stay with u 4 the rest of ur life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln41"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;please don’t give her up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;maybe bcoz of ur decision, u ruin her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When she cry right in front of u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When she cry bcoz of u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Look into her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln54"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Can u see n feel the pain n hurt she’s feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln56"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Think…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln58"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Which other girl have cried with pure,sincerity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln61"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Infront of u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln63"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And bcoz of u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln65"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She cry not because she is weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln67"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She cry not bcoz she want sympathy or pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln69"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln71"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Because crying silently is no longer possible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln73"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln75"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Think about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln77"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If a girl cry her heart out 2 u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln79"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And all because of u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln81"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Its time 2 look back on what u have done to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln83"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Only u will know the answer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln85"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do consider it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln87"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Coz one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln89"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It maybe 2 late 4 regrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln91"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It maybe 2 late 2 say “I’m sorry”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln91"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln91"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;re-post from dominicalevina@blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-6285870098517321176?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6285870098517321176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-girl-cries-in-front-of-u-it-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6285870098517321176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6285870098517321176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-girl-cries-in-front-of-u-it-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-918820039065141000</id><published>2010-04-13T18:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:38:00.765+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>untitled love poem</title><content type='html'>i was alone and lonely..&lt;div&gt;i was down like i was trapped in a very deep, dark hole..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like no one wants me and care about me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you suddenly came into my life and changed it all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you came and accompany me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you even lifted me from that dark hole..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me feel like a princess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a princess with a prince that is always ready to save her from loneliness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life isn't dark and lonely anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life is colorful and fun now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after i found you,everything change..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i still have to deal with some problems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's alright..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz i have you that will always support me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can be a friend,a brother and a lover at the same time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wish that'll never end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for everything babe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will always have this special spot in my heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Ratama Magyar Hutagalung&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/1895107557117794830-918820039065141000?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/918820039065141000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled-love-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/918820039065141000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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prisca aninditya - rio bayu pratama - daniel effraim ganx - dominica levina -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; abigail tiffany tandry - ratama 'agai' magyar hutagalung - dicky 'toge' juniarto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;- ignatius roberto rama - dewi  wulandari budiono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;- felix manuel - pramana pangestu - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;margaretha  aurelia yulia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; - julia oetomo risachandra - icha ibrahim - kiki aditya - steven gozali - fransisca lauw - stephanie valentina ricci - anggie kristantio - fransisca natasha sutarna - arlene clarissa - nadia dannielle - abbigail 'bigel' elizabeth - debby cynthia - na-rae park - veronica chandrawati - sherlyn tjahyadi - bagas yoga danara - gregorius rivaldo - darren baharrizky - filbert anson - christine djoharsyah - aditya sunendra - aldie jacob - suvia tio - jane komaladi - calvin susanto - devis haspri - anni gunawan - hery khouw - ribka stefanie - vania yesica - joice samuely - joy benaya samuely - winnie lunardi - selvia djafar - benbiko gigir - raphael reyner - adela rinadi - karl nartates - chino nartates - karina mandala - elisa kuswari - brian valdez bombasi - paul adrian anatalio - bobby hartanto halim - priska pratiwi - edward wardoyo - nico tandias - richie tandias - gabriel 'bebep' rinadi - andreas kuswari - jeffri januar - david kumala arsanh - xaverius arsanh - cynthia erica - tertia erica - devita arianti - brigitta anastasia - dian mariana - michelle putri salim - amadea sekar saraswati - stefani djunaedi - clarissa mulia - zahrah adira salim - clarencia lie - rama dinara widyanta - adrian 'AH' halimi - steven philip surya - marcia winata - gisella claresta - sheryl elaine - ivana tania - teresa rikiputri - sibylle avelena loe - victor effendi halim - jordy marsono - harrison juwono - rene conrad julienne - benaya stephen - natasha djuhandi - martin ardian umbul - markus widjaya - jason calvin - rico manuel -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and all of you!! :D&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/1895107557117794830-2893800828925468285?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/2893800828925468285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/shilla-loves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dance,games,friends,college,work..&lt;div&gt;those are the routine things you always do everyday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i wish that you are not that busy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz honestly sometimes i feel like you're not noticing me at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i feel like you don't have time for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i know that you never mean to do that to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but even though sometimes i feel you're just too busy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that there'll always be time for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's why no matter how busy you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always remember that you still think about me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i want you to know that i don't care what those people say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i will still love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-8586068911636714749?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/8586068911636714749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/dancegamesfriendscollegework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8586068911636714749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/8586068911636714749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/04/dancegamesfriendscollegework.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurentia Shilla Budiarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03761691504628085356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-8305080930595881095</id><published>2010-03-14T22:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:02:02.180+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg...&lt;div&gt;u're like my own kind of drug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u made me addicted to your presence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you schatje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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your job. we dress up because we just love doing it, as much as dressing up our dolls when we were kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i totally agree with Cassey. we underestimate guys who watch porn. its really immature. dude it's either you get someone real to sleep with instead of fantasizing, or just do nothing at all. kok susah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "we just wanna be loved. we know it sounds pretty cliche but yeah thats pretty much all we want. being understood is not our first priority. if you love us that much you wont cheat, you will listen, and you'll definitely get our love and attention back." -Diane Yuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "we ADORE guys who love their moms. we predict the way you treat your future wife by the way you treat your mom. no, we definitely dont want a mama's boy; we just want someone who actually loves &amp;amp; appreciates his mom from the bottom of his heart."-Diane Yuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "we are charmed by boys who know how to cry. nope, not crybabies or over-sensitive boys. guys who actually know how to express their deepest emotions in the right time in the right way are just..hard to find. yes you all could act all superman-ish toward us sometimes, but yknow, we'd love to see the sensitive side of you. we dont consider it a weakness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We don't like being pushed to do something. Anything. It doesn't have to be something that we hate. We just don't like being pushed. Period. The more you push us, the more we wouldn't do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Don't ask us for sex on our first week. And don't keep asking us over and over and over again like a hornbag. It's a major turn-off" -Natasha Cinta Vinski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Constantly talking about ME ME ME ME ME doesn't impress us much. Well it doesn't mean we are not interested in getting to know you, it's just that we don't really fancy guys who are more interested on himself instead of interested on us. It just shows that you're more of a self-absorbed guy. Once in a while is fine, just not constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hey, don't expect us to ask for your number or making the first move. The only thing we do is sit, and you do the rest. That's how it works. Don't let your girl make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We like sweet little surprises. It doesn't always mean that we're such materialistic spoiled brat. And it doesn't have to be anything that costs a lot. We like guys who make us feel special and love. You can always hug us from the back unexpectedly, and you can try cooking for us. Even if it's turns out to taste so bad, we still think it's sweet. And it wouldn't turn us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "Being teased can be funny at times (well depends on what you're making fun of, and depends on what our mood is), but please, don't repeat it OVER and OVER and OVER again. not only it is rude, it is SO BLOODY ANNOYING." -Natasha Cinta Vinski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. For God sake checking out of other girls do not make us feel special. We want to be the only girl you see, okay? Or at least don't talk about it in front of us, it's inappropriate. Well this only work if you're trying to attract us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We think it's sweet if you remember small details about us, ( e.g: like how we always touch our hair when we're nervous, or how we always clench our fingers when we're holding our bladder, or how we always order another glass with ice cubes when eating out) it's really sweet. It shows us that you care about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. We hate guys who are trying to look cool. Like showing-off his physical abilities, or how he runs 500 miles a day to keep fit, or pretend to like bands that are in trend or bands that sound cool while he doesn't really like them, or how he's trying to drop hints that he is a player for the sake of looking cool. We hate it. Just act normal for the love of God. And no dropping hints to show-off please. We notice. We're totally fine if you like mushy mellow music, or if you are not a jerk, we love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DO NOT EVER EVER EVER COMPARE US TO OTHER GIRLS. If you find it that we're just at least the same as other girls, go find a girl that is totally the opposite of us then. We want you to be interested in us because you can see something different in us than the other girls. We don't like being played, nor we like being just another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When you get busted by us being douchebags with your friends like one of your friend talked about when he ditched his date for a video-game, do NOT give us an excuse that "It is just a guy thing". it doesn't make you less of a jerk. As you may have known, we fucking hate jerks. It doesn't make you look any cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Acting cute and nice to get girls to all girls you know is pathetic. And we consider that as an act of desperation. No it doesn't make us feel sorry. We laugh about it with our girls. You just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your money do not attract girls who are not shallow. Well it's a different story if you're trying to attract shallow, stupid, incompetent, cheap girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Not all of us girls like sex. And when we say that we're not interested, we're not denying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Pointing out the good things you've done for us when we're fighting is pathetic. It shows us that you weren't genuine when you did it, and the next time you're going to do it we're not going to let you do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A little phonecall from a guy we really like can make our most terrible day wonderful :) Vice versa if we think that the guy is a creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Fashion is for women. It's not for guys. Or at least straight guys. Don't wear complicated clothes, especially if it's even more complicated than our clothes. It doesn't mean you are free to look shitty and still having us interested. Just keep it simple and decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Guys, stay away from tucking in your t-shirt to your pants, cheap shoes, turtlenecks, and cargo-pants, jogging shoes, thin-framed glasses, and overly baggy or tight jeans and tops. And wearing pink makes you look gay. Hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys with good manners and great sense of humor never fail to impress us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. We find it kind of retarded when you are SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO obsessed with videogames as if it is your hot sexi wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. "STOP TELLING YOUR GIRL TO LOOK HOT. We're supposed to be beautiful in your eyes no matter how crappy we look if you really accept us for what we are" -Su Lyn Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You don't deserve us at our best if you can't handle us at our worst times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;re-post from Dominica Levina @facebook notes&lt;/span&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/1895107557117794830-7095398957186264674?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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someone..&lt;br /&gt;cuz we don't know when will HE "call" us and tell us that our life in this world is over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why,&lt;br /&gt;through this post i want to say that i love you guys so much..&lt;br /&gt;my family,my friends,my (ex)boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM, DAD, SIS, GRANNY, AGAI, SISCA, FANI, ANGGIE, LELE (both leles), NADYA, WINNIE, TIFFANY, TOGE, ICHA, KIKI, FELIX, PRAM, DEBBY, NA-RAE, NATASHA, BIGEL, BAGAS, MIMI, DEA, NONIE, ABENK, VERO, SHERLYN, ICHA, AND ALL OF YOU MY FRIENDS! smoochh!!!!! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-946777438678233248?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/946777438678233248/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-3481376259679825691</id><published>2010-03-09T00:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:06:21.664+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BENBIKO GIGIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;div&gt;CIEEEE YANG KEPALA DUAAA!!!!!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WISH YOU ALL THE BEST!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-3481376259679825691?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJg0P63njCY/TE16OwDw9cI/AAAAAAAAACI/SZjfJn5WeR4/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-17+at+19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895107557117794830.post-4986342801952739903</id><published>2010-03-08T23:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:41:29.705+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfmade poems and letters'/><title type='text'>especially for you... :)</title><content type='html'>this is a new story about me and him..&lt;div&gt;but i don't know why it feels like it has happened for a long time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like we have travel this road of love for a long time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel different this time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't have to pretend to be someone else when i'm with him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can just be myself all the time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so weird, but i love it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he says he can't say "i love you" that easily..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he says it lots of time when he's with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know that he means it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he says he rarely loves a girl so much in such a short period of time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he says that he does love me so much since the day we start dating..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can feel it since then til now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i just wanna say to you that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are so different..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're one in a million..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you mean a lot for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though we haven't meet the problems in our relationship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i don't know how and why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like i'm ready for those problems..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i know that when those problems come, i will still have you right by my side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will still have you loving me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and don't you worry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will also be here for you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will always be here when you need me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will be here when you're happy or sad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i promise you that i will do anything that i can do for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't matter whatever it costs me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will be here for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so don't you ever think about bad things about us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you ever think that you don't worth me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause for me you are perfect..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i know that nobody's perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least you're real close to perfect..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that makes me think that you are perfect for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so don't you ever think that you don't worth me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause sometimes i'm the one who can't believe that i can have you by my side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might not be that kind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might not be that pretty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might not be that perfect..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i love you that much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love you Ratama Magyar Hutagalung..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now and i hope forever... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-4986342801952739903?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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what she is worth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;re-post from nadya nathan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1895107557117794830-6288049207933132820?l=teenyweenytown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/feeds/6288049207933132820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teenyweenytown.blogspot.com/2010/03/womens-strengths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6288049207933132820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1895107557117794830/posts/default/6288049207933132820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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