<?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-11551344</id><updated>2012-01-20T02:07:55.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orangestory</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7077257355839065557</id><published>2012-01-20T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T02:07:55.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish this year.</title><content type='html'>Longing to be Your child. To be Your favourite. To fear nothing and no one but You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my wish this year, apart from losing weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7077257355839065557?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7077257355839065557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7077257355839065557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7077257355839065557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7077257355839065557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2012/01/wish-this-year.html' title='Wish this year.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-8701700036055440291</id><published>2011-12-09T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T01:50:25.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Infection</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, roomie had an eye infection and I was like, eww whats that thing on your eye? Maybe you should see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. Now I have one too. No kidding. I went out with Jairus on Sunday 4th Dec and I put on my soft lenses and when I took them out, I was like, darn what's that thing on my eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame you, roomie! Haha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to see the doctor and he told me it is just a tiny thing and it is not harmful. At all. It is caused by one of my eyelashes that was accidentally plucked out due to me rubbing my eye with my bare hand and the bacteria from my fingers entered the pore from where the eyelash supposedly being rooted in and hence the infection. But crap it hurts :( So he gave me this antibiotic cream thingy that I'm supposed to apply on the infected area twice a day. Such a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having an eye infection means no eye make up at all. Let me repeat: At bloody all! Booo!!!!&amp;nbsp;But then again, hello to bright red lips! If I can't wear any eye make up, lipsticks are gonna be my new toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I have a lip-infection or something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-8701700036055440291?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/8701700036055440291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=8701700036055440291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8701700036055440291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8701700036055440291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-infection.html' title='Eye Infection'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-5902534578003383322</id><published>2011-11-24T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:18:40.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BP</title><content type='html'>Studying for finals. Never progress since 6pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-5902534578003383322?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/5902534578003383322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=5902534578003383322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5902534578003383322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5902534578003383322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/11/bp.html' title='BP'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-2484465676528288754</id><published>2011-10-16T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:39:21.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar</title><content type='html'>How many times should I go through this painful process of losing someone / something that I love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to me and you made me fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;You told me "I'm gonna be here to catch you".&lt;br /&gt;So I fell, only to land into the cold hard ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are liars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-2484465676528288754?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/2484465676528288754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=2484465676528288754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2484465676528288754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2484465676528288754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/10/liar.html' title='Liar'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4338020142828197400</id><published>2011-10-12T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:30:18.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt</title><content type='html'>Tell me you love me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-4338020142828197400?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4338020142828197400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4338020142828197400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4338020142828197400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4338020142828197400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/10/doubt.html' title='Doubt'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-5294238355969242301</id><published>2011-09-26T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:37:31.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>It's been a month. But I .. am not .. satisfied. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-5294238355969242301?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/5294238355969242301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=5294238355969242301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5294238355969242301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5294238355969242301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-3291694620126503758</id><published>2011-07-17T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:12:16.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadikan Aku Indah</title><content type='html'>Ku datang ya Bapa, dalam kerinduan&lt;div&gt;Memandang keindahanMu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuberikan s'galanya, semuanya yang ada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ku ingin menyenangkan hatiMu oh Tuhan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadikan aku indah, yang Kau pandang mulia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seturut karyaMu di dalam hidupku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajarku berharap hanya kepadaMu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taat dan setia kepadaMu Tuhan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-3291694620126503758?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/3291694620126503758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=3291694620126503758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3291694620126503758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3291694620126503758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/07/jadikan-aku-indah.html' title='Jadikan Aku Indah'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-2710670374268300101</id><published>2011-07-12T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:14:13.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 July 2008.</title><content type='html'>baby .. I still miss you. Three years ago, at this very date, you mentioned the L-word to me. Where are you now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-2710670374268300101?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/2710670374268300101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=2710670374268300101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2710670374268300101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2710670374268300101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/07/11-july-2008.html' title='11 July 2008.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4885171122405074221</id><published>2011-06-19T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:17:39.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thank God for friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For friendships last when relationships don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-4885171122405074221?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4885171122405074221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4885171122405074221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4885171122405074221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4885171122405074221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/06/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-1196505392117683796</id><published>2011-05-26T10:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:04:07.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say a little prayer</title><content type='html'>Dear God, i want a tall and handsome and whatever-the-bible-teaches-us-to-be kind of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-1196505392117683796?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1196505392117683796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1196505392117683796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1196505392117683796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1196505392117683796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-tall-and-handsome-and-whatever.html' title='Say a little prayer'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-1755350184665801178</id><published>2011-05-21T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:04:13.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith vs Love</title><content type='html'>I wish love was the way to show us our soul mate. But no, you can love someone and then realize that the person you fell in love with isn't exactly meant to be yours. Even if he/she loves you back. Heartbreaking as it sounds, but still you are expected to be faithful that you will soon find that special someone, even though it is hard for you to believe that there will be anyone that can be better than him/her. Funny because I always thought that among faith, hope, and love, the greatest thing of all is love. But in this kind of situation, i think having faith is the hardest thing to do. Falling in love is easy, but having faith is difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-1755350184665801178?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1755350184665801178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1755350184665801178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1755350184665801178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1755350184665801178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/05/faith-vs-love.html' title='Faith vs Love'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-6688590718951443961</id><published>2011-05-20T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:59:49.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segala Sesuatu Ada Waktunya</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when God closes one door, often we forget that He opens another.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This situation is not at all easy to cope. But I know one day instead of looking at all those beautiful days we had with tears on my eyes, I will look at these painful days I have with a smile on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday in the future I will know why God lets this happened. I know slowly but surely I am becoming a much better person. He is the potter and I am the clay. He will shape me from a worthless clay to a precious artwork. But in order to transform from clay to a vase, there is a process. And that process, is not smooth and painless. All I have to do is let the potter mold me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:11 says, "God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God's work from beginning to end."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why God let this happen now, because I am a human being. I don't know what He has done and will do from the beginning to the end. But what the Bible assures us is that, everything happens for a reason and the end will always be beautiful. There is a time to cry and there is a time to smile. There is a time for everything on this Earth. There is a time for break ups and betrayals as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang yang mesti kita lakukan adalah nurut sama apa yang bakal diperbuat sama penenun kita. Kalo kita malah milih untuk jalan sesuai dengan rencana kita, rencana Dia nggak bakalan berjalan dengan sempurna. Bejana itu juga ngga akan selesai dengan sempurna. Makanya kadang kita mikir, ih apa2an sih. Knapa jadinya begini??? Terus kita maksa2in juga buat semuanya tetep berjalan sesuai dengan kehendak kita. Alhasil rencana Tuhan jadi berantakan, dan kita juga nggak dapetin yang terbaik yg seharusnya kita dapatkan. Tuhan tahu yang terbaik buat kita. Kalo kita nggak nurut sama kehendak Dia, apa yang kita dapetin juga pasti bukan yang terbaik. Jadi percaya aja. Percaya, Louisa. Percaya aja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apapun yang kamu alamin saat ini, Louisa, nggak bakalan melebihi kekuatan kamu. Tuhan tahu apa yang terbaik buat kamu. Mungkin kamu pikir semua ini jahat dan ngga adil, namun Dia tahu apa yang paling bagus buat kamu. Nggak mungkin Tuhan biarin semua ini terjadi tanpa ada maksud yang khusus. Dia pasti ada rencana lain. Pasti. Percaya aja. Dan percaya kalo rencana itu adalah YANG PALING OKE buat kamu. Berserah boleh, tapi percaya juga dengan iman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi plis, Louisa, jangan nangis terus. Kamu pasti bisa ngelewatin ini semua. Suatu saat nanti, kamu bakalan punya cerita yang bagus banget buat disaksiin ke banyak orang. Cerita tentang kamu berjalan ngelewatin lembah-lembah air mata. Cerita tentang kamu jatuh di dalam dosa. Cerita tentang kamu berteriak minta tolong. Cerita tentang kamu kesepian. Cerita tentang kamu ketakutan. Cerita tentang kamu memutuskan kamu ga bisa terus menangis. Cerita tentang kamu akhirnya mulai percaya sama Sang Pencipta. Cerita tentang mujizat Dia. Cerita tentang gimana kamu ngalamin lawatan Tuhan. Cerita tentang gimana kamu berubah. Cerita yang mengubah banyak orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-6688590718951443961?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/6688590718951443961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=6688590718951443961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6688590718951443961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6688590718951443961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-when-god-closes-one-door.html' title='Segala Sesuatu Ada Waktunya'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-6158419079179173842</id><published>2011-05-19T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:56:43.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentuh Hatiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Betapa kumencintaiMU&lt;br /&gt;Segala yang t'lah terjadi&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah sendiri jalani hidup ini&lt;br /&gt;Selalu Menyertai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa kumenyadari&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam hidupku ini&lt;br /&gt;KAU selalu memberi rancangan terbaik&lt;br /&gt;Oleh karena kasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAPA, sentuh hatiku, ubah hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi yang baru&lt;br /&gt;Bagai emas yang murni&lt;br /&gt;Kau membentuk bejana hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAPA, ajarku mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah kasih yang selalu memberi&lt;br /&gt;Bagai air mengalir yang tiada pernah berhenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-6158419079179173842?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/6158419079179173842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=6158419079179173842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6158419079179173842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6158419079179173842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/05/sentuh-hatiku.html' title='Sentuh Hatiku'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-1028451297165148575</id><published>2011-05-17T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:44:30.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby don't you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Baby don't you know that I still love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby don't you know that my heart breaks each time you talk to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby don't you know that as long as I am psycho-ing myself that I deserve someone better, I fall even harder whenever I see you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby don't you know that you have been the star of my heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby I gave you my heart and you told me you would protect and take care of it forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But instead of keeping that promise you break it hard, and you told your family members to help you break it even harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you came back and not only you returned that broken heart to me, you showed off your brand new heart given by someone else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I have nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing and nobody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You told me not to cry, you told me not to be sad. But tell me how baby. Tell me how not to cry when the person I trusted the most, the person I was willing to give all my heart and soul to, had just betrayed me. Tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I was so so angry at you, you blamed me, and you asked me why I was angry as if I had no rights to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am so stupid to say this but I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss being your number one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-1028451297165148575?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1028451297165148575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1028451297165148575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1028451297165148575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1028451297165148575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-dont-you-know.html' title='Baby don&apos;t you know'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-2296323773621089182</id><published>2011-05-06T10:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:21:59.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>What hurt me really badly is how I have wasted this time not preaching the gospel more to him. Because while he knows Jesus is good and he prays before meals and stuff, I am not completely sure how it means for him to truly know Jesus and let Him takeover whatever difficult circumstances he might face. I know the decision he had to make is extremely difficult - to choose between a girl or his family - both are the ones he truly loves deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chose his family, and sacrifice the only girl he wants to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if only he involves God in the decision making: the result might be the same though. But at least he will not be too hurry making this decision, and the impact might not be as harsh. Because I know He is gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only wish and prayer is not for him to be happy with his family (although I should by right do that) but my only prayer is for him to know Jesus more, and to always be holding on to God in his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-2296323773621089182?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/2296323773621089182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=2296323773621089182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2296323773621089182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2296323773621089182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-hurt-me-really-badly-is-how-i-have.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-6092726147133575305</id><published>2011-05-05T13:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:13:45.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Things Don't Work Out</title><content type='html'>When things don't work out in a relationship, just think that maybe he's not meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are married. Man, that sucks if you are married and things don't work out between you and your spouse. Especially when you have kids. GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't wanna be in that situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-6092726147133575305?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/6092726147133575305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=6092726147133575305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6092726147133575305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6092726147133575305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-things-dont-work-out.html' title='When Things Don&apos;t Work Out'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-6715451262958237509</id><published>2011-05-05T10:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T11:15:34.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my appreciation to my friends who has stood by me all these days. And also to God. He heals my broken heart faster than anything else. He clearly told me that He has something better in-store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those who has listened to my unbelievable break-up story (I still can't believe it, let alone digest it). You guys are extra excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randy Rusli:&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for reminding me that he will never be happy. That boosts my ego. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yessita Azeharie:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winnie Khoo:&lt;/strong&gt; Girl thank you!! Thank you so much. I know you are the one who understands the most, because you know him well enough and you have been through all this similar shit as well in the past. Not with the same guy though but who cares. And help me scold him in Chinese when he's back. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fransiska Irena:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you sis for reminding me of God and His plans. I went to Him and my heart amazingly stopped bleeding. It still hurts, but at least the blood has stopped dripping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abba Father, my God and Saviour Jesus Christ, through the form of the Holy Spirit&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank You for everything, for this life You have given me. Though it may not be so smooth but You promised that You will be there at all times to hold my hand. And THANK YOU for keeping that promise, although I may have forgotton You many times, but You are still there, watching over me with love and showing me how to live. I thought all the "future" I have created with him for three years is already crushed within days, but You told me "Hey. Why worry about the future? I created the future. Don't ever worry on that one." Then You told me to flip to Jeremiah 29: 11-14. You showed me a much more fabulous future You created for me. You closed this one little door but You opened a way much bigger door for me. Thank You so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am still broken and crushed, I am slowly building up again. Building up to a much stronger person, a much better individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-6715451262958237509?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/6715451262958237509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=6715451262958237509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6715451262958237509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6715451262958237509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-831111385315191220</id><published>2011-05-04T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:27:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm now single!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Singlehood !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-831111385315191220?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/831111385315191220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=831111385315191220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/831111385315191220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/831111385315191220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-now-single.html' title='I&apos;m now single!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4637142897959882567</id><published>2011-03-24T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:53:45.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Please look to yourself first before condemning someone about something. You may commit the same crime as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have a mirror. Unlike you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-4637142897959882567?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4637142897959882567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4637142897959882567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4637142897959882567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4637142897959882567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/03/mirror.html' title='Mirror.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-1605088130175481116</id><published>2011-03-21T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T11:36:03.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>Crap happens.&lt;div&gt;In my case, all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the crapping time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-1605088130175481116?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1605088130175481116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1605088130175481116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1605088130175481116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1605088130175481116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/03/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4914676099789422539</id><published>2011-03-14T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T11:36:31.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;BUSY!!! DO NOT DISTURB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-4914676099789422539?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4914676099789422539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4914676099789422539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4914676099789422539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4914676099789422539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/03/busy-do-not-disturb.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-5835871610884640723</id><published>2011-03-06T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:49:18.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rasanya pengen nyari liang buat sembunyi dari semua ini.</title><content type='html'>i wanna have a secret hiding place where i can forget everything and be whoever i want to be without concerning how everyone will think about me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it kinda sucks to have an ever-knowing God because, well, if I want to hide, I want to hide. I don't want to have someone to look after me knowing everything, including reading my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to be in a place where i can shout and cry to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to be able to have a spell to make everyone forget about me. Obliviate. Hermione, please teach me that spell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-5835871610884640723?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/5835871610884640723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=5835871610884640723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5835871610884640723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5835871610884640723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/03/rasanya-pengen-nyari-liang-buat.html' title='rasanya pengen nyari liang buat sembunyi dari semua ini.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7030057107515336633</id><published>2011-03-05T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:29:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This place sucks.</title><content type='html'>Sucks as hell. I am so gonna leave this country once I have fulfilled my tuition grant contract of working for 3 years.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, i have a bad feeling that this 3 years will be worse than hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like being in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/11551344-7030057107515336633?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7030057107515336633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7030057107515336633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7030057107515336633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7030057107515336633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-place-sucks.html' title='This place sucks.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-2076212688807330926</id><published>2011-03-02T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:26:31.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe.</title><content type='html'>maybe I should go back to God. Maybe I should consider Him as my only friend, once again. I mean, who needs a best friend right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life sucks now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-2076212688807330926?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/2076212688807330926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=2076212688807330926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2076212688807330926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2076212688807330926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe-i-should-go-back-to-god.html' title='Maybe.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-529159811827348130</id><published>2011-03-02T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:25:19.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can curse the freak off now so go the freak away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First. it sucks when your friend chooses someone else over you just because she can have a lot more fun with that person as compared to being with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second. My internship is rejected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third. My other guy friends just went on holidays without me and they like to gossip. Although they asked me to hang out for dinner, I am very sure they just wanna gossip away people they met on holidays, stuff that I don't particularly care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth. My effin teammate talks effin rudely, directly pointing at me in the e-mail. She clearly doesn't like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth. My friend forgot to pay me back the money they borrowed recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-529159811827348130?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/529159811827348130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=529159811827348130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/529159811827348130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/529159811827348130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-can-curse-freak-off-now-so-go-freak.html' title='i can curse the freak off now so go the freak away'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7168546613630030699</id><published>2011-02-21T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:39:23.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Choose</title><content type='html'>We can't choose a family, but we can choose a boyfriend.&lt;div&gt;Also, we can't choose whether or not to live, but we can choose how to live our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now tell me, if I do love him and this life I'm living is mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't I be with him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I afraid so much that my aunts and uncles would criticize me, that my cousins would look down on me, that my friends would laugh at me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who and what are they? Why are they making decisions for my happiness? I am the one who FEEL the happiness, and I feel HAPPIEST whenever I'm around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my life and not theirs. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7168546613630030699?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7168546613630030699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7168546613630030699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7168546613630030699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7168546613630030699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/02/cant-choose.html' title='Can&apos;t Choose'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-3193411186169116520</id><published>2011-01-29T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:15:40.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecooked food.</title><content type='html'>I finally gave up eating at the hawker centre near my flat and whipped up some meat and chicken seaweed porridge. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I purposely wanted porridge. It wasn't because of failed rice. I know how to cook rice and right now, I just wanted some nice hot porridge. Secondly, with porridge, I could cook in 'bulk' and save up for later without it turning ugly, unlike rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Louisa's homecooked food. It's been so long since we last met in Somerset! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-3193411186169116520?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/3193411186169116520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=3193411186169116520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3193411186169116520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3193411186169116520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/01/homecooked-food.html' title='Homecooked food.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-5409714527714228570</id><published>2011-01-25T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:44:43.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baju Kembar</title><content type='html'>kadang gw sebel kalo mesti pake baju kembaran. as in, pake baju kembaran berduaan sama anak cewek lain. misalnya nih, mama gw beliin baju kembaran buat cici gw dan gw, untuk dipake pas natal. gw sebel. gw malu. knapa? karna menurut gw, baju kembaran itu cuma buat anak kecil, dan gue uda bukan anak kecil lagi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi gimana kalo situasinya kayak gini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lu punya temen maen 5 orang (jadi sama lu 6 orang). terus mereka ngajak lu jalan2 keluar bareng ke mall ato ke mana lah... terus pas lu ketemu sama mereka, ternyata kelima2 temen lu semua pake T-shirt yang sama. lu doang yang beda. parahnya lagi, lu sama sekali ga punya t-shirt itu. terus lu tanya, "koq pada pake kembaran?" dan mereka jawab, "iya soalnya kmaren pas kita lagi pegi shopping lu ga ada" duh. obvious banget gw ga ada, makanya gw ga punya. misalnya hal itu terjadi sama lu, apa yang bakal lu rasain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terus terang, kalo gue, gue akan ngerasa left out. gue akan ngerasa gw bukan bagian dari mereka, padahal tiap hari di kampus selalu main sama mereka. mnurut gw gapapa sih mereka beli baju samaan dan gue ga punya, secara gw emang ga mau buang2 duit buat beli baju yang gw ga suka. tapi kenapa? kenapa mesti pake baju kembaran padahal mereka semua tau kalo gue ga punya bajunya? gw bakal ngerasa gw salah kostum, gw bakal ngerasa gw nyamukin mereka, gw akan ngerasa gw kayak filem2 high school hollywood yang nyeritain tentang kehidupan seorang cewek biasa2 yang pengen masuk ke dalam group cewek2 populer di sekolahnya. itu yang gue rasain. awkward. malu. not included. outsider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know mungkin gw lebay ato apa lah. terserah. but i know i am not the only one who feels the same. i believe if you ask people, there are some girls who also feel this way. cobain deh sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-5409714527714228570?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/5409714527714228570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=5409714527714228570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5409714527714228570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5409714527714228570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/01/kadang-gw-sebel-kalo-mesti-pake-baju.html' title='Baju Kembar'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-3919524125765506337</id><published>2011-01-16T19:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T09:21:16.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Questions Tag &amp; 20 Questions Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Do you have any pets?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Not in Singapore but I have 50 fishes in Jakarta and we keep them in a fish pond with its cute little waterfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Name 3 things that are physically close to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Apart from my computer stuff like mouse and all, I have beside me my scented candle (currently burning "Welcome Christmas" by Yankee Candle), my nail polishes (because I just painted my nails), and my water bottle (so that I don't forget to drink!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What's the weather like right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem to rain so it should be windy since it is at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do you drive? If so have you crashed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't drive. Not even in Jakarta. Why? Because I moved to Singapore when I was 14, and everybody knows if you live in Singapore you don't even need a car. Secondly, in Indonesia, the legal age to drive is 17 so when I turned 17, I practically have had no time until now to go for driving lessons and practice driving myself because whenever I go back it would be only for approximately 2 weeks long. You know you won't be able to drive in Jakarta if you don't practice, even after you've got your license for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;9:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. When was the last time you showered?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;a few hours ago. I don't recall the time I shower but it shouldn't be too long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What was the last movie you saw?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;That would be Tron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What does your last text message say?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;It says, "kawan gue cabut dulu ya, mpe jumpa bbrp bln lg!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. What's your ringtone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;My phone vibrates. Lol. It doesn't ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Have you ever been to a different country?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Yes. I was born in Jakarta, Indonesia and currently I'm studying in Singapore so that's one. Apart from that I've been to Malaysia (JB, KL, Genting Highlands, Cameron Highlands, Malacca), Taiwan (Taichung and Taipei), and China (Hangzhou and Puyang). I have transited in a few places in China like Fuzhou, Zhengzhou, Chengdu, but I didn't quite walk around the place and only stayed in the airport for hours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;simply because I was afraid to get lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;(I was in Chengdu for 5 hours!). My next destination would probably be Korea (I am currently praying for God to give me the opportunity!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Do you like sushi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Sushi is probably the only Japanese food that I really really like. I eat Japanese food like Ramen, Takoyaki, etc but I don't really crave for them or love the very much to death. However, Sushi is probably the only thing that can get me really really excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Where do you buy your groceries?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Local grocery stores that I pass by, like Carrefour or Fairprice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Have you ever taken medication to help you fall asleep faster?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Nope. I normally don't get any trouble sleeping, unless I am super excited over something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. How many siblings do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Two. One elder sister and one elder brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;In Singapore I only own a laptop. In Jakarta? My current laptop and we have two shared computers which nobody uses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. How old will you be turning on your next birthday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Twenty three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Do you wear contacts or glasses?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Both. It depends on my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Do you color your hair?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I used to color it purplish red. It grew and so I colored it purplish black and it grew again and it looked pretty ugly cos when it was short I straightened them (so it looked like the roots were rather wavy but the ends were straight). Then I chopped them short so the color now is my natural color. I am probably thinking of coloring my hair again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Tell me something you are planning to do today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Doing homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Totally no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. What is your perfect pizza topping?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Pepperoni and Mozzarella Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Which do you prefer-hamburgers or cheeseburgers?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Cheeseburgers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Have you ever had an all-nighter?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Of course, when I was busy with school work, all-nighter is my only choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What is your eye color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown almost black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Can you taste the difference between Pepsi and Coke?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Not really. A lot of people say they taste different but to me they are all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now move on to the 20 Questions!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.Thing you cannot leave the house without&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;My keys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.Favorite brand of makeup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I would probably opt for &lt;a href="http://www.hues.sg/"&gt;Hues Cosmetics&lt;/a&gt;. They are amazing with prompt shipping and great customer service!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.Favorite Flowers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Sunflowers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.Fav clothing stores&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Random stores in some malls in Jakarta! Lol. I don't really shop for clothes anymore cos I have had way too many. But I like to shop at Bugis Street and Far East Plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.Fav perfume&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;It has to be Rose by Paul Smith for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.Heels or flats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I love heels because they make me look taller. If only heels are more comfortable. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.Do you make good grades?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I used to make good grades since I was 3 up to when I was 19. After that I went to college and my grades went down drastically and they have never been up since :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.Fav colors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Pastel Pink, Bright Orange, Navy Blue, Maroon Red, Lime Green, Neon Yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.Do you drink energy drinks?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;You mean Redbull? I do drink them but not on a regular basis and most of the time I got them for free. (It's good to be an SMU student!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.Do you drink juice?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Yes! And I drink juice straight from the fruit itself. I don't buy those juice cartons from the supermarkets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.Do you like swimming?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I can swim but it's been months since the last time I swam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.Do you eat fries with a fork?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;It depends. If you're talking about McDonald's fries, I prefer to use my fingers. But the cheesy fries at KFC? Give me that fork, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.Whats your fav moisturizer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Face moisturizer would have to be the one from Mustika Ratu. For body moisturizer I'm currently using Body Shop's Olive Body Butter and it's amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.Do you want to get married later on in life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;No. I wanna get married as soon as possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.Do you get mad easily?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;If I'm in a not so good mood, it's easier for me to get mad. So it depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16.Are you into ghost hunting?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;What? No. Of course not. I'd rather be God-hunting. Not that I wanna hunt God down or something. What I meant was like going around looking for the presence of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.Any phobias?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Cuts and bruises. I have some irks for blood too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18.Do you bite your nails?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Yes!!! That kinda sucks because it ruins my painted nails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.Have you ever had a near death experience?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;One taxi nearly banged into me when I was crossing the road. Not that I was jaywalking. The light for pedestrians was green for goodness' sake but the taxi driver was sort of day dreaming while driving so he didn't see that the traffic light for cars was red and he was supposed to stop. I could hear the brake and the taxi stopped like less than five centimeters before me. I swear if he didn't brake earlier I would have already crashed. And worse thing of all? He didn't even apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.Do you drink coffee?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Yes I do. I'm a "social coffee drinker". Coffee tastes good but I hate how it makes my breath kinda stinks.&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/11551344-3919524125765506337?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/3919524125765506337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=3919524125765506337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3919524125765506337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3919524125765506337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/01/25-random-questions-tag-20-questions.html' title='25 Random Questions Tag &amp; 20 Questions Tag'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-345512962832827793</id><published>2011-01-05T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:40:54.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>I think it's time for me to get serious with my resolution but at the same time, I am pretty skeptical that it will be successful. So what I will do is to keep this resolution last for only 3 months, and do my own evaluation in end of March 2011. In April, I will make a new resolution and so on. Hopefully I will achieve better this time. So here they are (I try to keep them as reasonable as possible):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;Drink more water&lt;/b&gt;, like at least 2.5 litre a day. Sodas, and coffee NOT included. Not even tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying that I can't drink soda or anything, but if I ever drink them, I will still make sure that my PLAIN WATER intake will reach 2.5 litre a day. So I will always carry a water bottle with me (500 ml) and make sure that in a day, I get to refill them 4 times. I will keep this resolution off my list only when it has become a habit that I can't even take them off my daily routines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinking plenty of water will really help in your overall wellbeing. I notice that when I drink a lot, I will pee a lot, which means more toxins are going to be released out from my body. Also, I noticed that ever since I started drinking a lot, I NEVER get any ulcers. Even when I bite my own lips or tongue when I eat, the ulcer will just go away in... 2 hours? Or is it shorter than that? I'm super serious. I don't remember what it's like to get ulcers anymore, thanks to my water. And of course, I get a lot more benefits those experts mention about drinking plenty of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this hasn't grown attached to me, as in, I don't really drink that much regularly, which means sometimes I forgot my water bottle and can't be bothered to purchase a bottled water, so I will still keep this in my resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;Grow my hair&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH HAIR PLEASE GROW FASTER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;b&gt;Get an internship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok that's all for march. Super easy resolution huh?&lt;/div&gt;&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/11551344-345512962832827793?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/345512962832827793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=345512962832827793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/345512962832827793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/345512962832827793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4298854358504819209</id><published>2011-01-05T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:00:56.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I see your face or your pictures with your girl, I don't know why it hurts so much. No. This is insane. This can't be happening.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you look awfully similar to my boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-4298854358504819209?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4298854358504819209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4298854358504819209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4298854358504819209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4298854358504819209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-i-see-your-face-or-your-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-6674505001134802359</id><published>2010-12-31T03:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T03:05:38.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>1) Don't procrastinate.&lt;div&gt;2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok nevermind. I think I am going to complete this list later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#ResolutionPhail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year Everyone! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-6674505001134802359?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/6674505001134802359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=6674505001134802359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6674505001134802359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6674505001134802359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-new-year-resolution.html' title='My New Year Resolution'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-5155971634404072790</id><published>2010-12-28T02:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:44:42.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yankee Candles!</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back from Jakarta!! Yeappp!! Jakarta was so much fun although I didn't get the chance to go ANYWHERE because my grandma passed away but at least I got to meet my cousins SUPER OFTEN. That's good. And also, it is Christmas so of course it's fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my aunt came from Germany and she bought me (guess what!) perfume! It's the infamous Nina Ricci's L'Air du Temps!! My sister's got the Elizabeth Arden's Sunflower. Pity cos I wanted that too but I realised I can't have both. Haha. Yes it is designer's and not celebrity's but who cares? It is still perfume!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I am now back in Singapore and SAY HELLO to GREAT SALES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Tang's (ok why the hell am I doing in that department store right? Like NO YOUNG PEOPLE would ever go there haha but trust me their stuff aren't that bad cos I went to the bed and bath section.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what I've got???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YANKEE CANDLES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have sales on scented candles (and many more) and I got myself my first haul on scented candles ever! I bought six votives and they cost me $19.80 for all the 6 candles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I purchased:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMXCJkF02z8/TRjdJHJzITI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JUt5oqZKCD0/s1600/yankee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMXCJkF02z8/TRjdJHJzITI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JUt5oqZKCD0/s400/yankee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555433288970215730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Mistletoe because it takes you back to nature straight away. The smell will carry you to the rain forest right after you smell it. It's amazing. Christmas Wreath smells similar but more to the woody scent while Mistletoe is more to leaves and grasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't burned Mountain Lodge yet cos I am saving it for some time in the future but Orange Pear is wonderful. It is so refreshing and really fruity. It is so full of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't burned Sun and Sand yet but from the wax itself it smells super awesome. A lot of reviews mention that it feels as if you are at the beach during summertime so it should be wonderful. Clean cotton is so fresh and like its name, clean. It smells like softeners and detergent. I don't mind the smell of detergents. I like clean smells like my room is so pristine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I was thinking of buying more! I would try to drop by Daiso to check out more candle holders (if any) and definitely grab more votives and burn more in my room while they are still on sale!! :)))) *excited*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and by the way, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE and so sorry it is belated!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-5155971634404072790?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/5155971634404072790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=5155971634404072790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5155971634404072790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5155971634404072790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/12/scented-candles.html' title='Yankee Candles!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMXCJkF02z8/TRjdJHJzITI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JUt5oqZKCD0/s72-c/yankee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4348012778112424561</id><published>2010-12-09T15:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:09:28.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok all of you who read my blog would have known that I am so in love with perfumes, but they are just too expensive to even collect them. I prefer celebrities' than designers' but I do love Vera Wang's and Anna Sui's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For years I have been smelling samples. A lot I really like but never had a chance to even get one cos they are just not so wallet-friendly. I really like Jessica Simpson's collection but I have never owned them. They are priced like seventy to a hundred depending on where you find them and whenever I have saved up enough, I always thought that if I purchase that, I would have no money left to purchase other things. So yeah, that thought always ruins my chance to own them. Maybe I should just don't think too much. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;or does anyone of you wanna share share chip in buy that for me for Christmas? Lolll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-4348012778112424561?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4348012778112424561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4348012778112424561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4348012778112424561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4348012778112424561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/12/pre-christmas-wish.html' title='A Little Obsession'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-1395690039602442141</id><published>2010-12-08T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:06:38.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are Asian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I was watching Youtube and accidentally came across this video on "You know you are Asian when..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;and then I heard this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you eat Spaghetti with chopsticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;(Most of the terms he mentioned are based predominantly on the ethnic Chinese, even though all of us know that Asians consist more than just that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;It's quite funny because that's exactly what Mr. Wang does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;LOL.&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/11551344-1395690039602442141?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1395690039602442141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1395690039602442141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1395690039602442141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1395690039602442141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-know-you-are-asian.html' title='You know you are Asian'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7371525495376558778</id><published>2010-11-29T13:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:57:21.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It is like a happy ending fairy tale story - a story that young girls adore deeply and carry it to their dreams. A story that young girls would re-tell to the stars they see from their window panes every night, and wish that it will come true one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my story. Our story. I love him, and I really really do, and I would swear if I could, that he feels the same way. I could tell from his heartbeat, the moment he wraps his arms around me. I could feel from his two eyes, the moment they turn sparkly whenever he sees me, just as if he had won a grand lottery. I always think that he is the one for me. I love how he makes me feel, like everything is possible or like life is worth it. I am much contented whenever he is around, and I am amazed by how his love never fades after so many years we are together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish we could be together forever. I wish life was a story - a story that we could just create as we like it, and end it as we love it. I wish life was a story - a story that we could just throw it away to the dustbin once we think it is crappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, life is more complicated than that. There are other things involving life, like beliefs, norms, cultures, or influences. I feel like I'm living in denial everyday, in each minute, and in every second. I love him, that is a fact. But does everyone around me understand that? Love isn't about logic. Love isn't about what is right and what is wrong because love is always right. Love produces good things and love makes you feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why does everyone not think we are suitable? How do I define suitable? And who should it be suitable for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you are judging me even if you think you are not. Deep inside, you want us to break apart. You are waiting for the day this beautiful story ends. You don't think this is not gonna work out between us. I beg you please, stop thinking about that. That breaks my heart. You know I love him and each day you are trying to convince me otherwise, it breaks my heart. Deeply. Badly. Painfully. Atrociously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love is not blind; I have been thinking about us even before it started. You have no idea how much tears I have shed because of others' disapproval, including my own logical analysis, thoughts, and beliefs. My brain told me to break up, but my heart told me to hold on. It is such a sucky feeling when both brain and heart disagree with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I born this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no comments please. No tagboards either. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7371525495376558778?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7371525495376558778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7371525495376558778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7371525495376558778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7371525495376558778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/bleeding.html' title='Bleeding.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-1333490016990800388</id><published>2010-11-25T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:22:54.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCITED.</title><content type='html'>I JUST WON 1 LANCOME VIRTUOSE PRECIOUS CELLS MASCARA (retails at $49) FROM METRO LADIES NIGHT CONTEST!! This my first time winning from a lucky draw!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just received the e-mail today to confirm my full name and my NRIC. Omg this has officially made my day, after crawling to the infamous Li Ka Shing Library to mug at 9:30 am in the morning all the way to.. i believe now is almost 9:30 pm and I am still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok enough blogging. Go back to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-1333490016990800388?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1333490016990800388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1333490016990800388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1333490016990800388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1333490016990800388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/excited.html' title='EXCITED.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-5202917117646076435</id><published>2010-11-23T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:04:13.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the library</title><content type='html'>And am very very very very bored.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is my first paper, and yet I have no idea about 70% of the concepts???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-5202917117646076435?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/5202917117646076435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=5202917117646076435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5202917117646076435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5202917117646076435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-library.html' title='In the library'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7996450913274361284</id><published>2010-11-20T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:52:56.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail Ads</title><content type='html'>Ok this is pretty retarded but I saw this thing online:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMXCJkF02z8/TOatD40FqQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PdxVDB0666E/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 251px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMXCJkF02z8/TOatD40FqQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PdxVDB0666E/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541306673828047106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny huh? You wanna buy their 'discounted'  ruby deer gift set? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7996450913274361284?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7996450913274361284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7996450913274361284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7996450913274361284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7996450913274361284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/fail-ads.html' title='Fail Ads'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMXCJkF02z8/TOatD40FqQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PdxVDB0666E/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-5015382209714554547</id><published>2010-11-17T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:44:13.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>First and foremost.&lt;div&gt;Before you judge anyone, please take a look at yourself first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might be someone full of hypocrisy. You may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know yet? Time to find out I guess. Find out whether you are behaving like how you wish the public see yourself as.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't see any similarities? Congratulations, you are then a hypocrite! Look at the mirror and see your reflection. That is your true self, so stop lying to others about who you are. Take out those masks and stop being so photogenic when it comes to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-5015382209714554547?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/5015382209714554547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=5015382209714554547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5015382209714554547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5015382209714554547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/hypocrisy.html' title='Hypocrisy'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-8427958251753104532</id><published>2010-11-14T22:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:22:59.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dumb dumb me.....</title><content type='html'>I love experimenting. I want to make my own pore strips with gelatin and milk (I read about this mixture somewhere) so I went to the supermarket today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I'm not really a supermarket savvy and I don't know where to get gelatin in Singapore. Seriously. I thought supermarkets should have it so I went there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know agar-agar powder? I bought that instead. I thought those were similar to gelatins! Yea silly. But then, gelatins make jelly and agar-agar is something similar to jelly, no? Ok no. When I blog right now I just realize the difference. Their textures are different. Jelly is more "solid" than agar-agar. Ok whatever. Should have bought the konnyaku powder instead i guess? Those are cheaper trust me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So obviously when I mixed them with milk the solvent didn't harden like those normal liquid-mixed-with-gelatin should. I put them on my nose and they ended up as a milk scrub instead of pore strips. zzzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought a hot chocolate drink from Van Houten to make my own bronzer (OK I KNOW IT'S DUMB BUT HEY! EXPERIMENTS!! Don't you get what experiments mean??). It turns out that those chocolate powder are mixed together with sugar and creamer per sachet!! Who the hell would put on sugar and creamer over their cheeks rite? I should have bought pure cocoa powder next time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily I only used like a teaspoon of the agar-agar powder and a little bit of milk so everything doesn't go to waste. In the end I make my chocolate agar-agar!! :))   [yes I mixed those opened chocolate drink sachet with the agar-agar and the milk]  I have not tasted them yet but I hope it's yummy! :) They are already hardening in the fridge. Can't wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway I guess mistakes are good. Now I know what to buy next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-8427958251753104532?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/8427958251753104532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=8427958251753104532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8427958251753104532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8427958251753104532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/dumb-dumb-me.html' title='The dumb dumb me.....'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-6584020167017505295</id><published>2010-11-13T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:37:27.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guilty Confessions</title><content type='html'>I saw Sara's blog about her guilty confessions and thought I am gonna do the same.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I procrastinate. I don't really do work unless there is DEADLINE screaming on me in a week's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I play Spider Solitaire in a boring lecture. All the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I can't do Accounting or Statistics for crap. I can't even get a C for both in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Funny because I scored full marks (100/100) in mathematics for primary six national examination, A (but not full marks) for both E and A maths in secondary school, B for Calculus, Statistics, and both Financial and Managerial Accounting in Polytechnic, but not even a C in university. Are time and intelligence inversely proportional in my case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I dump my undergarments together with my clothes in a washing machine. I know, I know. I will hand-wash them if I have time (and will) ok? Working on it, babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I use toilet rolls for my tissue necessities at home (in my room). I find them more practical because most of the time I only need a small square of tissue instead of a huge piece. Only toilet rolls give you that kind of option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(of course I buy the smooth, non-textury kind of rolls!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-6584020167017505295?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/6584020167017505295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=6584020167017505295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6584020167017505295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6584020167017505295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-guilty-confessions.html' title='My Guilty Confessions'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-8602027755029037876</id><published>2010-11-12T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:46:25.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acknowledgement</title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS LOUISA ON COMPLETING YEAR 3 SEMESTER 1!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Please continue studying until the exams are really really over. ok thank you very much bye.&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/11551344-8602027755029037876?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/8602027755029037876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=8602027755029037876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8602027755029037876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8602027755029037876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/acknowledgement.html' title='Acknowledgement'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-8390680377499376695</id><published>2010-11-12T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:15:32.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4</title><content type='html'>There's only &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; thing &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; say: &lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; words &lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; you...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-8390680377499376695?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/8390680377499376695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=8390680377499376695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8390680377499376695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8390680377499376695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-2-3-4.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-3046013491181640689</id><published>2010-11-06T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:53:22.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darling, when was the last time we had our quality time together?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-3046013491181640689?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/3046013491181640689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=3046013491181640689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3046013491181640689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3046013491181640689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/darling-when-was-last-time-we-had-our.html' title='darling, when was the last time we had our quality time together?'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-8217630517451622169</id><published>2010-11-04T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:37:15.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend!</title><content type='html'>You are another example of an awesome man who goes out with a sucky girlfriend.&lt;div&gt;You are awesome, you know? I kind of admire you, but NOT the romantic kind of admiration or infatuation. I just admire how smart you are, how persistent you are, how deterministic you are, how you believe in yourself so much.... but when I look at the girl beside you, she just ... ruins everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's pretty I know, but she isn't beautiful. Her inner beauty doesn't show at all, to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your girlfriend sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-8217630517451622169?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/8217630517451622169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=8217630517451622169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8217630517451622169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8217630517451622169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/your-girlfriend-sucks.html' title='Hey, hey, you, you, I don&apos;t like your girlfriend!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-9200369149660993502</id><published>2010-11-03T22:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:22:13.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored bored bored and ONLINE SHOPS!!!</title><content type='html'>I am VERY bored. I have tonnes of things to do yet I am just sitting here and blogging.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go shopping :( I have no time to even stop by Toa Payoh Central to shop at the Supermarket. But I have been shopping online recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the things I have purchased online:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Bag (http://www.fashionholict.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cardigan (http://www.tataroland.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lipstick (http://magicaltannsu-instock.blogspot.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 make up brush set (http://www.momominerals.com.sg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magical Tannsu and Momominerals seem very very efficient. I received the items i ordered within a day or 2 days after they received my payment. Fast, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fashionholict is a bit disappointing, although their bags are awesomely pretty. They told me that there is a free hair tie with every purchase, but when I received my purchased item, I didn't see any hair ties. And they took more than a week to process my order, and another several days to deliver. Zzz. I thought my package was lost somewhere (cos I opted for normal mail), but then after 8 or 9 days I received an email from them telling me that "your item has been delivered today" I was like, what? Why did you take so long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I know that perhaps the item I bought was not in stock, I don't know. All I know is that all my items I bought online have arrived safely at my doorstep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am starting to love online shopping in times like this. My list of blog shops I have visited seems increasing. There are other blog shops that I visited and I really want to buy their items but I think I should put a pause to my spending habit just for this moment. I should focus on my studies instead of browsing through online shops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off I go for FA report!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-9200369149660993502?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/9200369149660993502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=9200369149660993502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/9200369149660993502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/9200369149660993502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/bored-bored-bored-and-online-shops.html' title='Bored bored bored and ONLINE SHOPS!!!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7779571433637122196</id><published>2010-11-02T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:39:42.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 12 Schedule</title><content type='html'>Monday: AA, Mancomm, CC&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: CC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: AA, FA Report&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: FA report, CC book review&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: FA report and presentation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: CC book review&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: CC book review&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok you may ask, why the heck are you spending so much time for CC book review? Basically I was asked to review a 300 pages book called The Disney Way, in which so far I only managed to read 20 pages of it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worse, not only review the book but also analyse the book according to all the creativity theories that have been taught in class... Sad me... I read very slowwww :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7779571433637122196?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7779571433637122196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7779571433637122196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7779571433637122196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7779571433637122196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/11/week-12-schedule.html' title='Week 12 Schedule'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-3959711162409939897</id><published>2010-10-31T10:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T10:38:18.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We used to be friends...</title><content type='html'>its the end of October!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wondering why my "when-i-first-knew-her-she-was-single-and-now-she-is-attached" friends (gender-wise no pun intended. i think i should have put them instead. i have no means of discriminating any gender in this sentence cos it does not matter whether it is male or female) kind of swift away from me after they got attached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, despite being so happy that they are attached with someone they love, I cant help but being selfish that someone is "sharing" her with me. Selfish i know, and when it comes to this, I don't know why I always fall second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid question you may think, but before I got attached, someone told me that love relationship may fall apart, it can get really ugly and it is irreversible. The only thing that can stay true forever is the love of God, the love of your parents and family, and the love of your best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to share things together. We used to study overnight until 8am in the morning. We used to go home in the morning looking like shit after studying overnight. We used to prank each other. We used to bitch about others together. We used to "spill" test questions to each other. We used to.... nah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now all of those became "used to". We no longer doing that anymore, because you are attached. And nowadays if I ask you out for lunch, you would say "I would love to, but I am meeting him/her for lunch... sorry babe".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know, it breaks my heart. You have no idea how its like to lose a friend like yourself. You have 7 days in a week, can't you divide them into a proportion you deem fit for your friends and family? Must you meet your gf/bf 7 days in a week, 16 hours in a day? (I minus off 8 hours of sleep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But alas. What would I be if I am in his/her shoes? I may have a boyfriend now but I have one thousand hours to meet all my friends in the world because he is so darn busy. If he isn't as busy everyday would I reserve all my time for him and him only? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plus, my boyfriend is hella sexy I think I can get constipated if I don't see him everyday. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OK thats freaking random and not true. I typed that sentence with my tongue in cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please, remember your friends. We love how you get into a happy relationship but if you keep treating us this way, do not ever think that we will still be there for you once your relationship gets really nasty. We have other friends too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-3959711162409939897?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/3959711162409939897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=3959711162409939897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3959711162409939897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3959711162409939897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-used-to-be-friends.html' title='We used to be friends...'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-2989432264656830295</id><published>2010-10-25T21:08:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:35:39.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule for Week 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Things to Complete&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; (bold &amp;amp; italicized means higher priority as of today)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;AA Problem Set #4 (28 Oct)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;FA Quiz (29 Oct)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;TE Website and Poster (31 Oct)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ManComm Presentation (1 Nov)(extended to 8 Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CC Presentation (2 Nov)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FYP Project Proposal (3 Nov)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;AA Presentation (4 Nov)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TE Project Showcase (4 Nov)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FA Project (8 Nov)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CC Report (9 Nov)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CC Book Review (9 Nov)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FA Online Quiz (12 Nov)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TE Journal (14 Nov)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;OH YES I AM SO DEAD!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schedule for this week!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday: &lt;/b&gt;Study FA (PPE, Intangibles, Bank Reconciliation) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CHECKED :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/b&gt; Study FA (Short term liabilities), CC Report, ManComm Research  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CHECKED :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/b&gt; Study FA (Inventory, COGS, Bad debts), AA OR ManComm , website &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CHECKED :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday:&lt;/b&gt; Study FA (Bonds, Review all), website (finalised) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CHECKED :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday:&lt;/b&gt; CC, AA, TE Poster &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CHECKED :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday:&lt;/b&gt; AA, CC, ManComm &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CHECKED :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday:&lt;/b&gt; AA, ManComm, TE Poster (finalised), FA report &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CHECKED :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God please help me to go through this week. Someone mentioned to me that, "semuanya kalo dikerjakan satu-satu juga akhirnya kelar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganbatte Louisa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ADDED at 1st Nov 2010: THANK GOD WEEK 11 IS OVER!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-2989432264656830295?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/2989432264656830295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=2989432264656830295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2989432264656830295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2989432264656830295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/financial-accounting.html' title='Schedule for Week 11'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7222082460446209774</id><published>2010-10-25T10:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:06:08.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was born and bred in a country full of culture of its own, unlike Singa.. ok I shouldn't continue.</title><content type='html'>So at Thursday last week, when Singapore was pretty much caught up in a haze, my Singaporean friend posted this on his facebook:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wonder if we can sue Indonesia for the haze. Indonesia should be punished!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was super annoyed by his comment. I know some of you may say "aiyah it is just FB mah... no big deal" But I think it is. He has such a distorted mindset to say it in the first place. So I decided to comment on it opposing everything he said. And you know what happened? He said &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the Indonesian government is such a lame duck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and they should be punished. WTH. And he said FB is his personal space so he can comment whatever he wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First. NO you can't sue Indonesia. Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second. &lt;b&gt;NO ONE SHOULD EVER THINK THEY ARE OF A SUPERIOR STATE TO BE ABLE TO PUNISH A COUNTRY&lt;/b&gt;, or even just think that one country should be punished. YOU ARE AT NO PLACE TO JUDGE. YOU ARE NOT EVEN A JUDGE IN THE FIRST PLACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think he is so narrow-minded. Not that the Indonesian government did not do anything, it is just that there are other MAJOR problems happening in the country of 18,000 islands, with a population of 250 MILLION people. Singapore, your population is just 1/50 of what Indonesia has so BE QUIET! IT IS HARD TO CONTROL SUCH A BIG COUNTRY!! If I were to challenge him to take over the Indonesian governance, could he do a better job than the current government??? I dare betting &lt;b&gt;1 MILLION USD&lt;/b&gt; he couldn't!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh I forgot Singaporeans love to complain and talk big without even thinking whether their complaints are worth the cause, or even offering possible and sound suggestions for the government to implement.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compared to other problems like terrorist bombings, natural disasters, corruption, poverty, the haze is like.. gosh. A MINOR problem! If you think it is major because it affects other countries such as Singapore, you are wrong. I don't think the government should make it a top priority just because it affects other countries. I think the government should make ITS PEOPLE a top priority rather than defending THE SINGAPOREANS who are not even VERY NICE to Indonesians in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOT that your people will die just because of the haze so stop complaining!! OH I FORGOT!! Complaining IS ONE OF YOUR CULTURE!! Oops! I think I am having such a culture shock here!! Sorry!!!&lt;/i&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/11551344-7222082460446209774?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7222082460446209774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7222082460446209774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7222082460446209774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7222082460446209774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-was-born-and-bred-in-country-full-of.html' title='I was born and bred in a country full of culture of its own, unlike Singa.. ok I shouldn&apos;t continue.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7787272803661536465</id><published>2010-10-24T22:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:26:26.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Display of Affection (PDA) during Meeting?? Seriously??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was having a project meeting today and one of my teammates seemed like he was unable to find a better place to date his girlfriend. Ok let me tell you what happened. My male teammate came to the meeting room with his girlfriend, who wasn't even in our team. And none of us knew the girl (except him of course). Ok I know her and she may know me because we are in the same CCA but we never kinda talk to each other. But wait. I am in the exco so she should know me. Moreover, our exco tenure is going to end soon so we are in the process of handovering our stuff to a new batch of exco and she is in that batch. I saw her during the incoming exco retreat. But nope, we didn't talk because in that retreat, I was in-charge of 3 activities so i was pretty busy preparing and stuff. I am very sure she recognized me that day when she crashed into our room. However, no hi-s were exchanged.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The idea of crashing itself was pretty unacceptable but we thought she would just sit there in the corner doing her stuff so we did not really complain regarding the situation. But, we were wrong. They were PDA-ing in the meeting room, during the meeting. Wth, teammate, I didn't wanna see you get all touchy during meetings!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And for you girl, I know that your boyfriend is the only guy in the team with all the pretty girls but that doesn't give you enough reasons to be so insecure. We are not going to steal your bf away for goodness' sake!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And if you decide to join in our meeting room just to hug and kiss your boyfriend, you can kiss my a$$.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't care if you are doing all the PDAs elsewhere but why must it be during a project meeting? OUR project meeting, when you are not even in our class, not in our group. We don't even know you. Just because you are the girlfriend of one of our teammate does not give you enough rights to just crash into our meeting room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the way, they are very clingy. If she isn't in the room, she will be outside the room waiting for him. And he will be like going out every 15 minutes just to hug her. This has happened many many times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gosh. Some people just don't have enough common sense. But wait, if common sense is not so common anymore, then how do I define common sense?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7787272803661536465?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7787272803661536465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7787272803661536465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7787272803661536465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7787272803661536465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/public-display-affection-pda-during.html' title='Public Display of Affection (PDA) during Meeting?? Seriously??'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-224141735691805051</id><published>2010-10-22T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:22:22.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STFU</title><content type='html'>i am so emotionally drained the least thing I need is your lecture.&lt;div&gt;just STFU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-224141735691805051?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/224141735691805051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=224141735691805051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/224141735691805051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/224141735691805051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/stfu.html' title='STFU'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4339322194183709040</id><published>2010-10-21T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:41:56.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejauh mana kita harus mempertahankan cinta?</title><content type='html'>Kadang gw perlu terus terang kalo gw selalu menguras tenaga dan emosi gw untuk bisa terus bersama. Tapi kalo dipikir-pikir, are all these worth it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;i just want love to happen, i don't want to work hard for it to happen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kenapa selalu mesti gw yang cape2 makan hati dan elunya cuma punya sifat kayak, "kita liat nanti aja."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asal lu tau, gw sebel sama kecuekan lu atas semua ini. gw kesel karna lu ga punya tujuan yang bener2 jelas. lu pikir semua itu bisa terjadi kalo lu cuma diem2 aja? gw punya mimpi, gw punya tujuan, tapi PLIS lu juga dukung gw dong!! selama ini gw rela berkorban buat lu. selama ini gw pikirin keuntungan kerugiannya dan gw mau nerima lu apa adanya dengan semua background pendidikan dan keuangan lu karna gw pikir, semua bisa kita pecahkan bersama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi nyatanya, kita nggak memecahkan semua bersama. gw liat2 koq seakan2 gw yang memecahkan semuanya sendirian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sering banget gw mempertanyakan pertanyaan itu dalam benak gw. sejauh mana gw harus pertahanin semua ini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gw capek, sayang. capek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-4339322194183709040?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4339322194183709040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4339322194183709040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4339322194183709040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4339322194183709040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/sejauh-mana-kita-harus-mempertahankan.html' title='Sejauh mana kita harus mempertahankan cinta?'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7782273115136716432</id><published>2010-10-20T02:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:31:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't understand....</title><content type='html'>So I was super brain-dead after my Corporate Creativity test. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Btw that test was crazy, it consisted of 8 questions and the answer to each question was about 2-3 pages long. My right hand and fingers were screaming for the entire 2.5 hours "STOP WRITING ALREADY WE ARE FREAKIN TIRED" but I had no choice :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I reached home, I continued doing the website for my TE project. Now, I guess it is 80% done. Thus I thought I deserve a little rest today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I googled some random stuff, watched shit from YouTube, Facebooking, Twittering, and got bored. I went to UrbanDictionary.com and searched "Indonesian".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is what I got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Indonesian is people with right-brain dominated and enslaved by Chindo (Chinese who born in Indonesia). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I am anti-native Indonesians or something, but can you explain the term "enslaved by Chindo"? Because I really don't understand. What did Chindo do that makes you think we are "enslaving" you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me refresh your memory in case you really are right-brain dominated people like you mentioned earlier. Do you know that the one who "enslaved" Indonesia for more than 400 years were the Europeans? Ok let me mention them one by one: The Dutch, the Spanish, the Portuguese, the British, the Americans, and.. ok. The Japanese for 3.5 years. The Japanese was an exception but we should understand that they basically conquered almost all East Asian countries like Korea, China, the Philippines, Singapore, Indonesia, and so on. So Japanese and Chinese aren't the same. Do not think we are the same too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If it were me I would hate the Dutch to the maximum, even to the end of the world because they didn't leave anything good. They corrupted our country to the very extent that corruption mindset is in-born and in-grown to almost all Indonesians. and they stole our goods, our arts and crafts, our spices and made the stupid speculaas and took all the effin credit for the stupid darn biscuits, ok whatever. i just dislike them so much i refuse to support their football team no matter how good they are. not that i'm into soccer whatsoever anyways. and they didn't even apologise for whatever they have done for 3.5 centuries. Coward!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, explain to me again because I really, honestly don't understand why you think we, the Chindo, are enslaving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7782273115136716432?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7782273115136716432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7782273115136716432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7782273115136716432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7782273115136716432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-dont-understand.html' title='I just don&apos;t understand....'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-51020705543771012</id><published>2010-10-18T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:15:56.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Terms</title><content type='html'>Corporate Creativity Mid term tomorrow at 1900 hrs.&lt;div&gt;Sucks sucks sucks !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate late mid terms. It is already week 10 for goodness' sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why prof??? Why?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-51020705543771012?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/51020705543771012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=51020705543771012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/51020705543771012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/51020705543771012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/mid-terms.html' title='Mid Terms'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-1073830863164122859</id><published>2010-10-17T21:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:30:55.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Haul</title><content type='html'>So after AA meeting I decided to go to the drugstore and buy some Panadol and wet tissues. In the drugstore, I actually went a little off-schedule and bought cosmetic products on top of those mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the stuff I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Rimmel Glam Eyes Professional Liquid Liner in 03 Intense Plum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first coloured eye liner besides black and dark brown. It's PURPLE! The colour is absolutely beautiful and I am super in love with it. They have 3 colours, intense plum (the one I got), golden brown, and lime green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Fuso Liquid Eyeliner in Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I wanted to buy a liquid eyeliner in black actually but Rimmel's one is twice the price so I don't mind getting other brands like Fuso. Besides, it looks decent enough and I've seen good reviews on Fuso Liquid liner. So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Beauty Formulas Cucumber &amp;amp; Avocado Facial Scrub&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know that for facial scrubs it is better to have the factory-made with chemical kind rather than the natural kind but this one is discounted so it is a good buy. I don't mind getting a few micro-scratches from the crushed avocado seeds. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) And of course, I got my Panadol and wet tissues!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-1073830863164122859?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1073830863164122859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1073830863164122859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1073830863164122859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1073830863164122859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday-haul.html' title='Sunday Haul'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-2568022020384663974</id><published>2010-10-16T20:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:34:28.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Random facts about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'helvetica neue', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;1) I have this secret wish of becoming an interior designer ever since I was in primary 5. And I still do now. To achieve that dream, I took a drawing course and a photo-editing course during my secondary school days. After completing my "O" Levels, I was accepted at Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts to do a course in Interior Design, but I didn't take it up. Why? Second fact explains it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;2) I thought I could have a brighter career option by taking a technology-related course, so I took a diploma in Business Information Technology. BIG mistake. Now, I guess I should just stick to my childhood dream. I totally hate IT and computers. Not only that, after getting my diploma, I thought I could start afresh by taking some other majors. But my diploma prevented me to go elsewhere other than IT or Business. Since my parents want me to have a degree, I have to be contented with the degree program that I am currently pursuing. Do you know what I take? Information Systems Management. Oh gosh. I can't believe I am actually having an IS degree. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;3) I am a loner. I enjoy being on my own. I like doing things alone, particularly shopping, and I don't mind eating alone. I hate being in a crowd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;4) My first (and hopefully my last) boyfriend is a Chinese from PRC who can't even speak fluent English. People wonder how do we communicate but things have been going on pretty well between us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;5) I hate beer and other bitter alcoholic beverages. I don't mind sweet wine or Bailey's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;6) I make fruit juice at home. My mum bought me a small, easy to wash blender so I can make my own smoothies if I have some time to spare. I love mixing all types of fruits and veges inside, like apple, grapes, and lemon. Yummy. Sometimes I buy milk powder just to make my own milkshake. The combination is really never ending I am actually thinking of opening up my own juice bar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;7) I am genetically short, like probably 1.5x m only so I actually really like heels but I hate how heels make your feet sore so I seldom buy them. I wish I was taller though :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;8) I adore beauty. If I have more time and money I would perhaps indulge in buying make ups!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;9) I actually really like soft baby pink colour, but I always tell others I love orange. I don't want others to think I am a bimbo whatsoever for liking pink colour. Don't get me wrong. My second favourite colour would be orange. BRIGHT orange. Like the orange in NUS colour kind of orange. However, I hate original colour shades. Blue? Red? Green? Nah. Don't like 'em. I call them no personality. Give me navy, maroon, or bright lime green instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;10) I am more to a follower type. I took part in executive committees for many CCAs but never the president. I don't want to be the president. I don't like to lead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;11) I am frugal. I like to hunt for discounts and good bargains. I don't buy expensive stuff. All my stuff that look expensive or carry an expensive brand name, trust me, I got them on sale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;12) I play the guitar sometimes, but not very good at it. I self-learn how to play the guitar by buying books and checking the net. Guitar is probably the only musical instrument that I would ever play. I used to learn to play the piano when I was little but I was too lazy to practice it so I stopped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;13) I am in love with celebrity scents simply because they have great packagings. I am not into designer fragrances. Perhaps when I am older I would love designer ones and ditch all my celebrity perfumes. But not right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;14) I am really good at keeping secrets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;15) I dream of opening up my own dormitory. I like to design bedrooms and dormitory is the only place where you have A LOT of bedrooms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;16) I secretly wish I am born an American. A Chinese-American that is. I don't know why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;So those are my 16 facts!&lt;br /&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/11551344-2568022020384663974?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/2568022020384663974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=2568022020384663974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2568022020384663974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2568022020384663974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/16-random-facts-about-me.html' title='16 Random facts about me'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-8022281715210709084</id><published>2010-10-12T01:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:58:42.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want some Indomie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am sure you have read some news regarding an Indonesian's instant noodle brand Indomie being banned in Taiwan due to its unacceptable preservatives being used in its black soy sauce (as stated by the Taiwanese government). Because of this, a lot of discussions were raised in many of local-based forums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like reading these because I want to know what other people think about this issue since Indomie has been some kind of a "staple" to a lot of low-income families in Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What bothers me a lot is the fact that many of the arguments stated in the forum were not convincing. I wonder why Indonesians who (are) studying or studied in Indonesia suck at writing argumentative statements. I mean really. Their statements suck and are extremely biased. They only based on their opinions with no facts to support the claim and zero mentioning on the other perspective/point of views. This leaves me thinking whether our education system has something to do with it. Or maybe they are just plain easy-to-persuade kind of people without thinking everything through critically first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong. I am an Indonesian as well. But to read such crappy essays written by my own countrymen really slaps me hard on my pride to be one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you feel that Indomie brings about more benefits than harm, do elaborate with supporting evidences why is that so. Do not say "&lt;i&gt;karena itu produk dalam negeri maka kita sebagai orang indonesia harus mencintai produk indonesia&lt;/i&gt;" (translation: because it is a local brand therefore we, as Indonesians, have to love our own products) .. I mean please. Only primary school kids should use this as a reason why we should continue purchasing the instant noodle despite the speculations going on in Taiwan. If its preservatives could harm my liver whatsoever I am so not gonna buy Indomie no matter if it is a local brand or a foreign brand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another reason the person stated was, "I have never seen someone died instantly by eating Indomie". Like duh. Of course not, unless that person choked, which is a totally different story altogether. Preservatives can never kill you instantly. It has to be built up for years and years until you get some kind of liver failure when you are old (I keep saying liver, don't know why).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. Pretty embarrassing. Luckily that person used Indonesian language, which reduces the chance of him (or us, rather) being the laughing stock of other people all over the world for his (or our) shallow thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, I would still prefer Indonesian instant noodle to Singapore ones simply because they taste much much better. Not gonna care if I might die sooner, I mean I am gonna die sooner or later so might as well enjoy life as long as I can. Haha. Just don't overeat it. Eating instant noodles (whether it is Indomie or other brands) everyday can never be good to your overall health. So twice a month, one packet each serving will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-8022281715210709084?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/8022281715210709084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=8022281715210709084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8022281715210709084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8022281715210709084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-you-want-some-indomie.html' title='Do you want some Indomie?'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-1301950405861132036</id><published>2010-10-10T01:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:55:21.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Own</title><content type='html'>OK I don't think anyone would read this anyway. I am becoming more girlie. I can't believe I have been going to school with my face all made up every single day. I have been wearing make up ever since I was in polytechnic. But when I entered university, I don't wear anymore due to my tight schedules. But now I try to wake up earlier just so that I have more time to doll myself up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't use expensive make up brands because I don't have the moolah to buy them. So below is my make up regime:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Sunblock: Wardah Sunscreen gel SPF 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wardah is the first halal cosmetic brand in Indonesia... but anyway actually I don't really care whether it is halal or not.. I just use their sunblock because it absorbs to my skin really fast and it feels very light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Concealer: Maybelline EverFresh Concealer (Ivory) OR ZA Concealer Perfection (03) OR T-Zone Two Tone Clean Up Concealer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Different tones for different black spots and stuff. I don't use concealer normally. I am just too lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Foundation: Two Way Cake by ZA #32&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ZA foundation! They are cheap and reliable. It doesn't require too much touching up even when I need to be in school for 12 hours. Also, I just bought &lt;b&gt;Maybelline Angelfit (Healthy Ochre)&lt;/b&gt; recently. I want to try which one is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Eyebrow Pencil: Couleur Inc. 01 Black OR Silkygirl 02 Dark Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't leave home without knowing that my eyebrows are shaped perfectly. I bought the razor too, so I sometimes just shave them off according to the shape I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Loose Powder: La Tulipe Face Powder (03 Natural)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Tulipe is another Indonesian local cosmetic guru. I LOVE their products but their packaging is just not really attractive. But their face powder is my favourite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) Eye Liner: Maybelline Unstoppable (Dark Brown)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To line my eyes. I don't use liquid eyeliners. I prefer the pencil one. Easy to use with no mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7) Eyeshadows: The Color Workshop OR SilkyGirl OR Canmake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depending on mood and the colour of the clothes I wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8) Eye Lash Essence by Canmake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apply this before mascara. I hate using mascara cos it creates more mess than beauty but having this eye lash essence applied before mascara just reduces all the hassle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9) Mascara: Koji Spring Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyelash is super short so having a skinny-brush mascara really helps! I used to wear &lt;b&gt;Maybelline's Lash Discovery (01 Black)&lt;/b&gt; but I can't find them anymore anywhere now. So I search for other skinny-brush mascara and found this Koji's one! Really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10) Lip Balm: Nivea Lip Care Sun Protection OR The Body Shop Born Lippy Strawberry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I use the Nivea one more often because it is easier to apply than The Body Shop's. But of course, TBS smells better, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11) Lipstick: SilkyGirl Moisture Rich #23 Cute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only use lipstick if I wear something non-earthy colours. You will know why later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12) Lipgloss: The Face Shop's Fruits Jelly Tube PK103 OR Couleur Inc Lip Lustre Zinnia #28&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you notice, I have 2 shades for lipgloss, one is pink, and the other is orangish. So if I wear earthy colour clothes, I would wear the couleur inc with no lipstick underneath, and if i wear something else, like pink or purple, I would wear TFS with the lipstick underneath. I really like both lipglosses because THEY ARE NOT STICKY AT ALL!!! Love you both!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13) Blush on: The Color Workshop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14) Perfume: Giggle Fruity Apple 40ml OR Glow by Jennifer Lopez 30ml OR TommyGirl by Tommy Hilfiger 50ml (nearly finished) OR Bvlgari 5ml OR Anonymous 3.3oz by Dorall Collection and other vials like Salvatore Ferragamo, Marc O'Polo Summertime, Lanvin Eclat, Paul Smith Rose, Kenzo Amour.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am addicted to perfume and I always have the urge to buy new ones. Therefore I will NOT buy anything more than 50 ml, I promise. If not, I would have a hard time finishing one bottle while my entire senses just urge me to keep on buying new ones. I love vials. They are the best cos they finish quickly and I won't feel bad to buy another. (I made some mistake with Anonymous perfume for buying the 100ml bottle but nevermind, it smells goooooddd!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15) Body Lotion: Sparkling Apple by The Body Shop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To kick everything off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just my make up regime. Need I say anything about my night time regime??? I think I will post them next time, hahaha. Have fun talking bout cosmetics!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-1301950405861132036?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1301950405861132036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1301950405861132036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1301950405861132036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1301950405861132036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-i-own.html' title='Things I Own'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-8819056079913855222</id><published>2010-08-26T21:46:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:57:10.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Time For Global Warming</title><content type='html'>For those environmentalists out there, I'm sorry if you find that my post somehow, in any way, offends you. It is not intentional. My purpose here is to share my point of view about the ever trendy topic: global warming. Just to let the readers know that I have been taught Christian values ever since I was young. Perhaps my way of thinking is different from others with different beliefs. It may even very well be debatable among Christians themselves. Ultimately, there is no definite right or wrong answer to opinions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Global warming is already happening, and no efforts are enough to slow it down. It happens by the will of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can God restore the Earth? Sure, He created the Earth. I'm sure He can restore the Earth if He is willing. But the questions are, why did He create such a planet with an end in mind? Isn't He the perfect God? Didn't he calculate and measure the lifetime of our lovely Mother Earth when He first created it? Why didn't He make it to infinity? Didn't He know that the Earth will depreciate over time? Why did He make it such a way that the ice in the poles will melt? Didn't He know the climate will change? And why would He put the oil and gases beneath the Earth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe God with all of His power and might, knew the very exact details of what will happen to the beloved Earth, and when will the Earth vanish. But why all of us, people, question the sustainability of our planet when our sole purpose is to worship God in the first place? Why are we so worried about the Earth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God created the Earth for us to live in. Before human beings, He created water, the air, plants, the sun, birds and animals. Why were we created last? Because God wanted us to enjoy the Earth with all its convenience. We have water to drink, fruits and vegetables to eat, and animals to help us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's not enough. He created us with a mighty &lt;b&gt;brain&lt;/b&gt;, with spirit and soul. We can think and do wonders because we are created by God's image. Therefore, human invented things because we have creativity and imaginations to do innovations. God provided the oil, we invented the fuel. God provided Argon, we invented electricity. God created fire, we invented cooked-food. And soon enough, everything else God provided became inspirations. We hate to torture the horses, therefore we came up with cars. But cars without fuels are such an inconvenience, it is actually a downgrade from travelling by horses. Since God provided us with oil, we use it as the source of energy. The eagles were the inspiration for airplanes. The eyes were the inspiration for projectors and cameras. The flowers were the inspiration for clothes. The wood were the inspiration for paper, and so on. We use our logic and curiosity to innovate, until today. Are we regretting all these?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, with all these conveniences, are we saying that it is our fault that global warming occurs? Are we blaming ourselves for our inventions for the convenience of fellow human beings? God told us to rule the Earth, did we do anything wrong? Imagine if we never ever invented conveniences. We have to travel by horses and camels, or perhaps bicycles. Furthermore, it is almost impossible to travel to the other side of the world --unless you are talking about rowing boats-- because airplanes are WAY too eco-unfriendly. And obviously, no motor boats or ships. And no air-cons, no refrigerators, no cars, and basically no everything that we own because all of them are factory-made. Is this what we call effectiveness? We have to stop all our activities when the sky is dark because... it is simply pitch-black out there and down here. The moon alone is clearly not enough to be the only source of light at night -- unless we are talking about fire. But then again, building fire requires wood. And it is dangerous, especially to small children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bible clearly says that we have to witness to everyone. Inevitably, witnessing is made quicker and possible to reach to the unreachable parts of the Earth because of the existence of the airplanes. Imagine during Haiti earthquake and Aceh Tsunami. If there were no airplanes I believe the victims would not receive such extensive medical aids and food in time. Therefore, I think all these inventions are good and are made to help people reach efficiency and effectiveness. I believe God is happy with them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition, some people say that there are natural consequences in everything we do, and global warming is one of them. We abuse the Earth, therefore we have to pay for the consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion, I don't believe that global warming is the consequence that us human have to experience. If that's the case, why is God being so unfair in making the entire Earth sink? I'm sure the Europeans have polluted the Earth way beyond the Asians even knew that light bulbs existed. People in some part of the Earth travel by cars more often that the others. If we are talking about natural consequences, I believe that people in urban areas should suffer from the climate change while those living in villages and mountains shouldn't even care about recycling. Why are we, the urbanites, travelling all the way (by plane!) to rural areas to teach them how to reduce, reuse, and recycle? Are we indirectly asking them to be responsible for our own wrongdoings? What they do has nothing to do with damaging the Earth. We, who use the air-conditioners all the time and turn on our laptops and computers 24 hours a day should feel guilty. The people in rural areas are, in fact, closer to the nature than ever. They shouldn't feel guilty about what happened to the Planet Earth. Thus, I find it hard to accept that global warming is a natural consequence that every human being should endure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't get me wrong. I still support the 3Rs and I still practice them in my everyday life because they help me save money. However, I am not committing myself to 3Rs completely in expense to my convenience. I still use the Air-con and travel by plane. All I'm saying is that we can do nothing to slow down the climate change. Global warming exists because there is time to everything. It may be time for the Earth to retire, who knows? If God thinks the Earth should extinct, trust me, He has provided a far greater place for you and me to live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-8819056079913855222?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/8819056079913855222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=8819056079913855222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8819056079913855222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8819056079913855222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-is-time-for-global-warming.html' title='There Is Time For Global Warming'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4512221435711453936</id><published>2010-07-24T10:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:13:40.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't have done it without you.</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Wang Guofeng, for finding my smiles back, for putting it all together again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for calling me and asking me how am i doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being there when I need you the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for coming straight away from work to see me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for saying these words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"please don't cry, because when you cry my heart hurts so much."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you must be very sad, have you been crying all day? because your eyes, your nose, and your lips have the same colour."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for saying I looked cute when I know I looked like a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for buying all those little gummy bears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for letting me wet your shoulders with my tears &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(and mucus)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for providing me with lots and lots of tissues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much. I love you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-4512221435711453936?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4512221435711453936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4512221435711453936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4512221435711453936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4512221435711453936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-couldnt-have-done-it-without-you.html' title='I couldn&apos;t have done it without you.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-2146639360757310727</id><published>2010-07-20T15:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:10:01.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for treating others disrespectfully</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can be polite, why can't you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really damn hate you, Mandy Lee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And Rayn Wong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;No connotations intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really hate (as in, opposite of like, love) you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, can status buy you everything????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn Singapore's elitism.&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/11551344-2146639360757310727?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/2146639360757310727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=2146639360757310727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2146639360757310727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2146639360757310727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-really-damn-hate-you-mandy.html' title='Thanks for treating others disrespectfully'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-5985762600516745231</id><published>2010-06-14T10:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:59:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Speak Very Good English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I met this lady today in the MRT trying to get me buying her stuff. It was some kind of a beauty product or something. I sensed some hard-selling in her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Hi.. are you a Singaporean?"&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;why do you need to enquire my nationality if you just want me to buy your products? What an irrelevant attempt.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;I hope this lady will go away once I say that I am not a Singaporean. This trick usually works for bank officers trying to get me sign up for their credit cards.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where are you from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Oh please, you know it is none of your business.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Indonesia"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;This lady looks Chinese. I doubt she understands Malay. Maybe I should stop speaking English and switch to Bahasa Indonesia to make her go away.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So you are here studying? Or working?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;What? So if I work means I get some sort of income. Even better for her&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Studying."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Get it now? I am poor. I don't have any money to buy your things.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I see... University?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Oh so you see. Now, do I look like a primary school student based on what you saw?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Now if you'll excuse me.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Maybe you can help me do some survey in my office. It is about 10 minutes walk from here. Very near. Will you help?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;I know your tricks. Once I am in your office you will try to hard sell your products.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mmm... sorry, but I am meeting my friends. They are already waiting for me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Try to walk faster.. try to walk faster..&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh... Ok. How about I give you a name card for you to call if you have any questions?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Yeah, whatever.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;And she gave me a brochure. A weight loss brochure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;**** off. Do I look fat to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thanks. You speak very good English."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bye."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you mean by "&lt;b&gt;you speak very good English&lt;/b&gt;" ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Stereotype, maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-5985762600516745231?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/5985762600516745231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=5985762600516745231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5985762600516745231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5985762600516745231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-speak-very-good-english.html' title='You Speak Very Good English'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4756172331913194496</id><published>2010-06-11T22:54:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:49:27.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight and Twisted Perception</title><content type='html'>For years people have been trying to inspire others on how being fat is normal and people should cherish their body. I sort of agree with them, however, only to a certain extent. I think it is OK to have slanty eyes, flat face, and black hair. I think it is OK to have a dark skin-tone. I think it is OK to have curly hair. I think it is OK to be who you are and cherish the body you are born with. But being fat? Seriously??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studies have shown that obese teenagers are reducing their chances to get their soul mate by the time they are 40. Studies have shown that people who exercise regularly and eat less oily food live longer. Studies have also shown that being lighter (but not too light) is healthier; that is, reducing your chance of getting complications when you are older. Studies also have shown that lighter people have better sexual life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think those 'inspirational' talks are just fooling people, giving them a wrong perception that being big is OK. Of course, bigger people like those talks. But I don't. The thing is, I don't like being fat. And whatever lecture they are telling me, those are not gonna go through and pierce my heart. I would just critically listen to those lectures that are supposed to brainwash me and forget them the next minute.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be an XS size girl who weigh less than 50 kg. I found no hassle in shopping for clothes because slim people usually find it easier to get dressed, i.e. to buy clothes that fit and of course, shoes. Online blogs have sizes for average to slim (slim mostly) sizes. XL clothes are harder to find when you shop in South-East Asia. I am talking about Singapore, Indonesia, China, Japan, and Korea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I don't wear size XS anymore.&lt;/b&gt; And I am irritated by it. And because I am not very tall either, people call me the petite girl. I didn't mind. Mmm ok well. I didn't like being short and wished I could be taller but I sorta have accepted my height years ago. But now, not only I am short, I am fat too. Good God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My clothes are no longer fit. I went back to Jakarta and my sister has started working. She needed shirts and blouses and my mum told me to give her my clothes. She is about the same height as me and weighs like, 43 kg?? Or is it 42?? So all my clothes that I used to like have been taken away from my wardrobe to hers. Can you imagine that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I came back to Singapore after that, and re-arranged my closet because I just moved house. I sorta tried my clothes and guess what??? My clothes are no longer fit!! (except those T-shirts and long blouses). Gosh. That's it man, I have to lose weight. Maybe I will not be as light as my sister, but at least, those clothes in my wardrobe... I have to make sure they fit again.&lt;/div&gt;&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/11551344-4756172331913194496?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4756172331913194496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4756172331913194496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4756172331913194496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4756172331913194496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/06/weight-and-perception.html' title='Weight and Twisted Perception'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4111815335215634465</id><published>2010-05-02T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:18:56.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;heart-breaker owners!!! :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-4111815335215634465?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4111815335215634465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4111815335215634465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4111815335215634465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4111815335215634465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/05/heart-breaker-owners.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-3431567884266865427</id><published>2010-04-22T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:07:13.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why my life has to be so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;I am just a normal girl with struggles. Just like everybody else, in case you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I am not like what I was 7 years ago? I have grown up. And you have to accept that fact. I wish I could keep myself from growing up. I wish I was still the innocent girl I used to be. I wish I was not the way I am today. I just wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I appreciate your effort to understand me. Truth is, I don't even know if there is someone who truly understands me because that person has undergone what I have been through. Sadly, I have not met the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you can be here by my side, listen to every word I say, telling me similar stories you have been through, and wipe away all my tears because I really need you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come to me. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-3431567884266865427?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/3431567884266865427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=3431567884266865427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3431567884266865427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3431567884266865427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-understand-why-my-life-has-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-6301091236824038573</id><published>2010-04-12T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:59:45.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Him So Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="story-content" id="story_div"&gt;      &lt;span style="font: bold 26pt/80% georgia; color: rgb(47, 47, 79);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;  do. I truly do. I have loved him since I met him. I have been  addicted to his touch since I first experienced it.  His gentleness has  captivated me. The kindness in his eyes can melt my anger. The  strength in his arms can shelter me from everything. My entire body  cries when I am not with him.   &lt;p&gt;When he is at his worst, I see him at his best. In his mistakes, I  see perseverance.  In his weakness, I see courage.  In his past, I see  what made him.  In his future, I see all that he will become.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I look into my heart, I see him.  When I close my eyes, I feel  him.  While my contentment comes from within, he is my lighthouse,  shining my way home.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why do I feel this way? He has cast me aside. He has shown me his  anger. He has shown me his immaturity. Yet in his anger, I feel his fear; in his immaturity, I see his  imperfection; in his rude, dismissive attitude, I feel his frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Does he know how I see him?  Does he realize how perfect he is in my  eyes?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I am scared, he is my protector. When I feel alone, he is my  comfort. He is there for me before I ask. He knows my pain before I  feel it, and understands it better than me. He guards my body from  harm, and my heart from pain. He is the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---an experienceproject article, edited version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-6301091236824038573?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/6301091236824038573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=6301091236824038573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6301091236824038573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6301091236824038573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-him-so-much.html' title='I Love Him So Much'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-5700719600408896315</id><published>2010-04-02T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T14:02:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cross was meant for us.</title><content type='html'>Today is the day.&lt;div&gt;Where my Lord Jesus Christ sacrificed His life for us, you and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His blood was shed so that we can have an eternal life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day where He remembered my name on the cross. The day where He carried all our sins and was crucified. The day that we, all of us, were supposed to be punished for all our sins, yet He took the cross and died for us. so we could live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All because of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cleanses our sins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cures our illnesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opens up the heaven's door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makanya kita harus selalu jaga hati, biar darahNya gak pernah sia-sia. Kalo gak buat apa Dia berkorban tapi kita juga gak bisa masuk surga?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia disalib sampe di dalam tubuhNya uda gak ada darah lagi, sampe pas ditusuk lambungnya yang keluar air dan bukan darah. Artinya darahNya uda bener2 tercurah buat kita semua. Biar kita bisa idup, biar kita bisa sembuh, biar kita bisa masuk surga. Biar iblis dikalahkan, biar gak ada anak2Nya yang masuk neraka. Biar si iblis gak punya kuasa lagi atas kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wore the crown of humiliation so that we could wear the crown of glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me quote my favourite song, Amazing Love. Such a lovely song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm forgiven because You were forsaken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm accepted, You were condemned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm alive and well, Your spirit is within me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because You died and rose again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing love, how can it be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That You, my King, should die for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing love, I know it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my joy to honour You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all I do, I honour You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus You are my King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You Lord for the Good Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-5700719600408896315?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/5700719600408896315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=5700719600408896315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5700719600408896315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5700719600408896315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/04/cross-was-meant-for-us.html' title='The cross was meant for us.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-3240358285772334161</id><published>2010-03-30T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:23:16.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one.</title><content type='html'>people dont ****ing understand how i feel. even if they say they do, they dont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-3240358285772334161?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/3240358285772334161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=3240358285772334161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3240358285772334161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3240358285772334161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-one.html' title='No one.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-3764518357909595128</id><published>2010-03-24T18:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T14:06:14.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Look For In A Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1) He has to be a gentleman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Stand in the correct side when crossing the road, stand one step below on the escalator, open the door for the lady is definitely an A+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) He has to be tough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let's stay inside because it's freaking hot outside"or "I don't take public transport because they're too crowded and I hate standing" are MAJOR turn-offs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) He has to be physically pleasing on the eye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes you heard it right. Neatly-groomed hair and a clean, well-shaved face can never go wrong. Choice of fashion must not be too geeky or too sloppy. He doesn't have to look or dress like a superstar, but at least he has to pay attention to his clothes and make the effort to look good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) He has to be confident&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody likes a guy with a low self-image. NOBODY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) He has to like exercising&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well-built and athletic is optional, but at least he has to be of an average built. Overweight or overly-skinny people scare others off. I said exercise; this does not necessarily mean going to the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) He has to like fruits and vegetables&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admit it. They are healthier and environmentally friendlier. But the main reason of this is to indicate that he is flexible towards luxury. No meat, no problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7) He must not be a momma-boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making decisions must be his cup of tea. He has to take charge and show his dominance. After all, he is going to be the breadwinner and the leader of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8) He must be able to live a simple life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel comfortable with branded bags, clothes, zillion cars, and huge houses. You have to agree that the more money you have, the more complicated your life will get. Able to keep within what are necessary is more than a plus point. Of course, occasional treats is considered a necessity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9) He has to be ingenious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be less educated than me. In fact, I don't care about education. What do you learn in school anyway? I hate to go to school myself. However, if he has the ability to think fast complemented with quick motor skills, I won't ask for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10) He has to be willing and know how to do the housework&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong. I WILL do the housework. I will clean, I will cook and I will iron. But sometimes it is just beyond our control to let the wife solely do the housework. Sometimes she needs to work overtime or travel overseas. Therefore, he needs to know how to take care of the house. And don't tell me he can't fix the tap. He is the first-rescuer for any mechanical disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11) He has to have a great sense of humour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate guys who are too serious. Having a little laugh will not kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12) My parents and family members have to love him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion, Respect, and Courtesy. 'Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Baby, so far you have scored high distinctions in 11 out of 12 points. Time to impress my parents, honey. Don't let your nationality and education pull you down. They shouldn't question your citizenship and discriminate in the first place. I know with all my heart that you will be able to prove them wrong. Your heart is very sincere and pure and I have a complete faith in you. I have chosen you and not once I've regretted that decision. I love you and I always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/11551344-3764518357909595128?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/3764518357909595128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=3764518357909595128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3764518357909595128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3764518357909595128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-i-look-for-in-guy.html' title='Things I Look For In A Guy'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-1947500663067713525</id><published>2010-03-24T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:26:36.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found this on his profile page.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"如果爱上你也算是一种错，我深信这会是我生命中最美丽的错，我情愿错一辈子。爱原来很容易，就是把你轻轻的放在心里；爱原来不容易，就是无法走进你的心里。想你，不需要理由；爱你，有太多理由；忘记你，我却找不到理由！"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-1947500663067713525?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1947500663067713525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1947500663067713525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1947500663067713525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1947500663067713525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/03/quote-from-wang-guofeng.html' title='Found this on his profile page.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-6439717272614783824</id><published>2010-03-09T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:20:39.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God to Whom all praise is due.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Too marvelous for words&lt;br /&gt;Too wonderful for comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing ever seen or heard&lt;br /&gt;Who can grasp Your infinite wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;Who can fathom the depth of Your love?&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Majesty enthroned above&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I stand, I stand in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;I stand, I stand in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;Holy God, to whom all praise is due&lt;br /&gt;I stand in awe of You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Yet God crushed You for my sin&lt;br /&gt;In agony and deep affliction&lt;br /&gt;Cut off that I might enter in&lt;br /&gt;Who can grasp such tender compassion?&lt;br /&gt;Who can fathom this mercy so free?&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Lamb of God who died for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really wanna be Your friend once again. I was but I let our friendship fail. I long to be Yours. Take me back please ?&lt;/p&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/11551344-6439717272614783824?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/6439717272614783824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=6439717272614783824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6439717272614783824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/6439717272614783824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-to-whom-all-praise-is-due.html' title='God to Whom all praise is due.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-3803634165501161847</id><published>2010-03-02T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:56:12.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>What do you think of girls who blame everything on their PMS?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to hate them. Well, sometimes you are being a bitch and sometimes you are being a crybaby and when everyone tell you its freaking stupid you defend yourself by saying, "oh sorry, I have PMS".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH PUHLEASE LADIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just admit that you have a low EQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a fight with my boyfriend over some trivial stuff and when he questioned me why, Yeah man you've guessed right, I totally blamed it on my PMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zzzzz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-3803634165501161847?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/3803634165501161847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=3803634165501161847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3803634165501161847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3803634165501161847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/03/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7150395613349699385</id><published>2010-02-07T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:16:48.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do guys carry their girlfriends' handbags?</title><content type='html'>As I stay in the heart of the city, it is a common sight to see couples walking down around my neighborhood, especially on the weekends. Also, it is as common to see the males carrying the females' handbags when they are together.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I questioned them rhetorically, must you do that? Is it a norm, an unwritten relationship law that the guys must do that to the girl? I wonder why. Not that I want my guy to carry my bag all the time though, but why do most of the guys voluntarily carry the girls' belongings and the girls end up not carrying anything???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because as far as I'm concerned, &lt;b&gt;my boyfriend will never carry my handbag&lt;/b&gt;, even if he knows that my bag is heavy. Ok perhaps he will, but to the extent that I have to beg him to do that, in which he will give a disagreed frown. But he still carries my bag in the end anyway, for maybe 15 minutes. After that, the bag will usually be back to where it was supposed to be originally, back on my shoulder. I have no idea how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a random thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7150395613349699385?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7150395613349699385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7150395613349699385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7150395613349699385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7150395613349699385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-do-guys-carry-their-girlfriends.html' title='Why do guys carry their girlfriends&apos; handbags?'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-1962455155844052538</id><published>2010-02-03T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:04:20.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just officially kicked out as a cousin.</title><content type='html'>My cousins are going to celebrate Val's day this 14th. I know that since I came to Singapore I was never a cousin to them. I don't know if its jealousy or any of its sort.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway my family (bro, sis, and I, which I believe make us their cousins as well), are not invited. ALL of my other cousins are invited except the 3 of us. All these years I have been trying to close one eye on their discriminated acts against my family, but now I just can't take it anymore. Why is it that we did that make you guys so hate us in the first place anyway????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously guys, BE MATURE!! Since grandpa was still alive you guys never grow up. Is it too harsh to say that I am so sick of you?? It is not that I want to be invited anyway, but I think you guys should have a basic courtesy to at least tag me as part of you even if you know that I won't come because I am in Singapore and you are in Jakarta. And also, if you guys seriously have nothing against my family you guys should have already included me in all the lists that you had. But no, never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never heard a single "merry christmas" or "happy birthday" or "happy new year" since then, even when I was in Jakarta and I met you during Christmases in church and I greeted you YOU ALWAYS BLOODY PRETEND THAT YOU DID NOT EVEN KNOW ME. And nope, not even a "hi" back when I "hi" you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to let you know that I am living a good life and I am on my way to success. If you want to kick me out as a cousin that I'm fine with it. I don't even need you guys anyway. I was treated as an outcast since I was 13 and I am way too fine to accept that fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good bye guys. Don't invite me to your weddings too, I won't give you ang baos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-1962455155844052538?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1962455155844052538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1962455155844052538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1962455155844052538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1962455155844052538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-just-officially-kicked-out-as.html' title='I was just officially kicked out as a cousin.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7784350386934141022</id><published>2010-01-31T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:22:29.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Homeworks</title><content type='html'>Argh. I hate difficult questions on any homework. Seriously, why do they need to be so hard ???&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make my life easy, please, coz I need to relax just like any other normal kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7784350386934141022?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7784350386934141022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7784350386934141022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7784350386934141022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7784350386934141022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/01/hard-homeworks.html' title='Hard Homeworks'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4935229171838651041</id><published>2010-01-29T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:40:42.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BITE Issue 9</title><content type='html'>I did a couple of googles and got a great find. It's actually a soft copy of BITe, TP BIT's very own newsletter. Check out this link and scroll all the way to the 2nd page! (Perfect score for BPERP Certification)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 128, 0); font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;www-bus.tp.edu.sg/bus_bit_bite9.pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&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/11551344-4935229171838651041?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4935229171838651041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4935229171838651041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4935229171838651041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4935229171838651041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/01/bite-issue-9.html' title='BITE Issue 9'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-385782331417752881</id><published>2010-01-27T23:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:28:49.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Guy, Don't Even Understand Why The Heck Did I Like Him In The First Place!</title><content type='html'>I saw a picture of a friend I used to like with his girlfriend. Looking at him again and again, I felt a little mad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't exactly know what I was feeling, but I just felt like puking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that they are not a perfect match though, just that I finally felt how stupid I was to fall for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a freaking bad asshole to begin with, if I can't really say the bad F word. He is the kind of guy who likes to play and can never be serious. The one whose hobbies include making fun of people. After I graduated from TP, I made a simple swear to myself that I would never ever see him again, no matter what it takes. I have turned down my friends' efforts to have some kind of meet-ups after graduation for as little as 3 times, and I believe it's gonna be more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think of it, why am I avoiding him so much? After all, I am now living a better life. I am studying in &lt;b&gt;one of Singapore's prestigious universities&lt;/b&gt;, I passed all my subjects, I have enough money to treat myself, and most importantly, I have &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;A LOVING BOYFRIEND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh please, my boyfriend is way taller than he is, certainly more handsome in ANY ANGLE, and more muscular. Additionally, my boyfriend is a much better kisser than he is. He is also more humble and always ready to be here for me anytime I want. Simply put, he is just a phone-call away. He respects me for who I am, willing to wait for me, and look at me differently in a way that makes me feel so special. He takes me to places I never expect, he opens up a new dimension in life, and he is not ashamed of loving me. He protects me like a diamond and will never let me walk alone at night. He is honest, he loves me no matter how bad my day is, he loves me when I'm feeling down, he loves me when I'm happy, he loves me when I'm sick, he loves me when I'm broke, he is who he is, and he let me be who I am. I love him with all my heart and soul. My boyfriend is everything to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's now to avoid? That guy is nothing to me. He can never compete with me. I can always see him with head held high, step him on the ground and walk over him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with all these achievements, why do I still want that guy to go down even deeper? I even wish he should never ever be happy. I do not want him to move on, I want him to get stucked being a fool. I want all girls in the world to dump him miserably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I being very bad? Just once I want to laugh AT him. He played me and I want him to feel the misery every second in his life. I wanna be successful. I wanna be an entrepreneur, creating jobs for the unemployed. One day I'm gonna be stunning. One day I am gonna be THE GIRL. One day I'm gonna look at you disgustingly for the last time, and since then, I am not gonna look back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-385782331417752881?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/385782331417752881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=385782331417752881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/385782331417752881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/385782331417752881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-guy-dont-even-understand-why.html' title='Stupid Guy, Don&apos;t Even Understand Why The Heck Did I Like Him In The First Place!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-8372448376578409619</id><published>2010-01-26T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:59:08.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Director's List</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about polytechnic. If only I spent the same amount of work when I was in poly, I think I should have already gotten a director's list.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once in my tertiary life I wanna be good. But now it's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-8372448376578409619?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/8372448376578409619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=8372448376578409619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8372448376578409619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8372448376578409619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/01/directors-list.html' title='Director&apos;s List'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7179273529384506159</id><published>2010-01-24T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:52:58.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAYA and ICON</title><content type='html'>I went to watch GAYA 2010 the musical: The Tale of Sitti Nurbaya with Zita today. Unfortunately, everything wasn't really up to my expectation. I was promised something good by my roommates and my friends (they are involved in the play) but I guess whatever they said were just an overstatement of how the play really was. Wasn't really great. In fact, last year's play was better if I have to compare. Pretty much a disappointment. I hope my roommates won't read this post otherwise I will break their hearts terribly. Thina (HOD Sound and Lighting) practically went home at midnight everyday for the past week just for the play. But seriously, I think all the preparations were done in a rush, thus the final output was not fully maximized.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate my CCA now because the Exco is bullshit. I think I should just be the president. Zzz. I skipped their team bonding retreat because I was too lazy. And besides, I have an EI meeting, IST homework to do, and GAYA to watch. None of them actually supports GAYA, despite the freaking email I sent. Damn, they didn't even freaking reply to it. What International Connection? International Connection MY ASS. I seriously don't think they have the heart for the international students, especially the president. I think they are just there to beef up their CCA records, which is pointless. Serving the international students is my passion and this club is my baby. But now I see that the club, after changing the board of committee, does not seem to go that way. Each one of them is just building up their ego as an exco member, which is, once again, totally bullshit. How I miss the previous Exco. Aye's batch to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Guofeng baby I think you are thinking too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7179273529384506159?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7179273529384506159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7179273529384506159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7179273529384506159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7179273529384506159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/01/gaya-and-icon.html' title='GAYA and ICON'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7047950692940389856</id><published>2010-01-23T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:53:13.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncomfortable feeling</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like you are crashing down but actually there's nothing wrong with your life? This happens to me often and I don't understand why.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am gonna get my ass to school in a few minutes but deep inside I don't feel good. It's bloody uncomfortable but somehow I doubt that all these nasty feelings actually come from having myself going to school pretty soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, this sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7047950692940389856?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7047950692940389856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7047950692940389856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7047950692940389856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7047950692940389856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/01/uncomfortable-feeling.html' title='Uncomfortable feeling'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7971106101445428415</id><published>2010-01-17T18:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:51:54.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid ManComm Bidding</title><content type='html'>Ok theres something that I did which Im sure gonna make you scream saying "ARE YOU NUTS?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday when Linda and Yessa came over to do CAT assignment together, we sorta ended quite late at night and so we planned to continue the next afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, being a lazy ass, had a morning Management Communication (ManComm) class the day after (Friday). And how I hated waking up early in the morning finally made me think of one crazy decision - to drop ManComm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the bidding system is still open, I went there and drop my class (Friday morning) and bidded for Tuesday afternoon's slot, same module. There was only 1 vacancy left in that slot and I bidded for e$20 plus. The bidding was closed the next morning 8am so I thought I was so damn bloody lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day I checked whether or not I got my bid (was pretty confident that I got it) and to my surprise..... I DIDN'T GET ANYTHING. Some bloody ass-H chap bidded that very same class for e$ 29.99!! Kns. Now I had 1 less module this term and that FREAKED me out. Like totally freaked my out. HOW THE F AM I GONNA COMPLETE MY STUDIES IN 4 YEARS!!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And BOSS Bidding is SUPER LOUSY I can't even bid 2 courses (with 1 DICE) at the same timeslot!! GRR!! WTH. Angry like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All because of laziness of waking up early in the morning on Fridays. Luckily there is one more window left which closes tomorrow. This is the last chance and last call for settling your classes for the next semester and now I am bidding it for 32 bucks (Monday Afternoon's) and my e-wallet is BROKE. ZZZZZZZZZZ. No money....!! Was thinking of totally not taking that class at all and bid for ESR on Thursday night. But then again, ManComm is a year-1 course (meaning better to complete in your freshman year) and now I am a year 2 sem 2 student. I don't wanna take that course in year 3 ~_~. HOW HOW!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7971106101445428415?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7971106101445428415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7971106101445428415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7971106101445428415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7971106101445428415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-mancomm-bidding.html' title='Stupid ManComm Bidding'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7375455147520681893</id><published>2010-01-07T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:29:23.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Ok. Today I saw Shanti's pic and found out that she just got married like, last month. And she looked really pretty and happy there. She told her friends that it is just an ROM kinda thing and not really involve a proper banquet. But heck, she got married!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, only yesterday, Adrian told us that another girl will be getting married soon too. Looking back, my secondary school friend Lestari also got married and she has a daughter now. Erni got married, Terra got married. Everyone in my age got married!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me were like, heck, they are still so young and yet they are married. Living with their husbands and have kids. I look at their pictures with an envious aura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REALLY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ENVY YOU GUYS! If asked, I will also want to get married! Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to build a home with my husband and watch him come home from work everyday. We raise children and send them to school. We teach them languages and math, and the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANNA GET MARRIED!!!! :( :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7375455147520681893?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7375455147520681893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7375455147520681893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7375455147520681893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7375455147520681893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2010/01/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-3164771320454789842</id><published>2009-12-03T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:58:07.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you when you need help?</title><content type='html'>just ask yourself before you question My miracles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-3164771320454789842?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/3164771320454789842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=3164771320454789842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3164771320454789842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/3164771320454789842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-are-you-when-you-need-help.html' title='Where are you when you need help?'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-5298381957566201519</id><published>2009-11-26T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:16:18.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>Alright, went crazy after PMSB exam yesterday. It was a 2-hour paper, and we had 3 questions. And ALL of them were case study. OH MAI GAWD. and each question had a minimum 3 parts of questions (like a b c kinda thing, and at least one of them was about drawing stupid models). And it irritated me out coz question 1a and question 2a were about drawing a workflow model! Disgustingly took a freaking lots of time drawing them. It was an open book exam and Jessie and I were preparing on which of the pages are important the morning before the exam. And sadly, I didn't really utilize my book.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh well. It was over. I still have TWC paper on Monday. Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that 15 of us went for dinner at Botak Jones. Had a walk down Orchard road and Yessa nearly died at Ahung's talkshow. DJ and Yessa came over to my house and Yessa stayed overnight. for 2 nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we watched New Moon. Not a very good show unless you are there to watch Jacob's 8-packs. Other than that it was quite a lame movie full of secondary school girls and teenage couples. Lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss my bf so much. But nevermind. I am with a company of great friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is thanksgiving day so HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!! and of course, happy hari raya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to school tomorrow to mug. Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/11551344-5298381957566201519?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/5298381957566201519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=5298381957566201519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5298381957566201519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5298381957566201519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-2037603424674162109</id><published>2009-11-22T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:02:28.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY!!</title><content type='html'>for once, i love Him more than i love him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!! :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU LORD!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-2037603424674162109?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/2037603424674162109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=2037603424674162109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2037603424674162109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/2037603424674162109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy.html' title='HAPPY!!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-4145295054276429427</id><published>2009-10-16T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:20:45.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Be Replaced</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know that I love him. Everyone knows that I love him. And there is one song that truly describes it all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is called Never Be Replaced by 1st Lady:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PprGMwEBPU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PprGMwEBPU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lyrics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(though it was written on the video itself but in case you cannot load)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby I love you &amp;amp; I'll never let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we made can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I promised you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you &amp;amp; I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we made can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I promised you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Until... the end... of time&lt;br /&gt;From the day I met you I knew we'd be together&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I wanna be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry you and I wanna have your kids&lt;br /&gt;Thinking never compared to the feeling of your kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say I'm truly happy to this day&lt;br /&gt;You've made me thank god that I've lived my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;There's never been a doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;That I regret ever having you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the day comes that I have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something I should probably let you know&lt;br /&gt;Joy in everyday that I spent with you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't miss you 'cause I'm happy that I had you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you &amp;amp; I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;The love we made can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I promised you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you &amp;amp; I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;The love we made can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I promised you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for you yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Until... the end... of time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-4145295054276429427?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4145295054276429427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4145295054276429427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4145295054276429427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4145295054276429427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-be-replaced.html' title='Never Be Replaced'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7455226768726468197</id><published>2009-09-23T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:57:15.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a way back, or keep on going?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when you look at old times' photographs, they all remind you of something that you once had, which you wish to preserve forever. The feelings can never be nasty, because when things turn bad, you don't even want to capture it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this habit of looking at pictures of old friends. They all bring me back to where I was initially. I was contented and happy. Or so it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that today, I can never be the same me again. The nice and cheerful girl is gone, replaced with someone a lot meaner. I curse and swear almost everyday, scold vulgar words without hesitation and compromise with my own purity. I don't talk to God anymore and sometimes even think that it is time for me to go out of His way. I don't care if everyone around me going upwards in their spiritual life, all I know is that mine is going down and there is nothing I can do about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me put it into a simple analogy: There was a shepherd with many sheep (I am one of them). He was taking his sheep up the hill because there has been news that the valley is gonna get caught up on fire. It is gonna get destroyed soon. Hence, along the way, they sort of "collecting" every lost sheep that they can find on the street, hoping that everyone will get "saved" from the disaster. Thus, their numbers keep on increasing. However, in the middle of the journey, I noticed that there is a beautiful scenery down the valley. So I stopped following the rest of the sheep and went downhill to the valley. I met many friends along the way and finally reached the "paradise". I enjoyed where I am now and do not wish to go back to where I was supposed to be. Apparently none of the sheep noticed that I have gone missing because I still see them occasionally. They thought I am walking with them too, but the moment they see me is actually the moment I am pretending that I am there, going through the same journey with them. Because their numbers keep on growing, they lose track of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get my analogy, right? Like, dude, I'm so far below already, there's no way I am going up there. There's no way I can see what is on top of the hill. And besides, I don't care how great the scenery up there, or how am I gonna be save up there, it has now become a knowledge. Just a knowledge. You are up there and I am down here. No matter how it is gonna be destroyed, there is no way I am gonna catch up with the rest. It has all been said and done. It is already too late to cure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, far below in the darkest part of my life. I know that I can always seek help, like stop pretending that I am fine whenever I see the rest of the sheep and tell them "hey do you mind looking after me so I won't go back there again and keep on walking with you?" But nope, that's not what I am doing right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me wishes to come back to where I belong, which sometimes knocking at the door of my own heart, telling me to put a stop on everything I have become. But sometimes I realized that those sheep that I am following are just hypocrites. They will start seeing me like I am a weird-ass who went down there and treat me as if I am the most pitiful sheep in the world. They will start spreading around the word to the rest of the sheep and everyone else will start looking at me pitifully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so damn stucked in between. This is the greatest dilemma in my life. Going back to the bunch of hypocrites, or stay in the pit but get destroyed eventually?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7455226768726468197?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7455226768726468197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7455226768726468197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7455226768726468197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7455226768726468197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2009/09/looking-for-way-back-or-keep-on-going.html' title='Looking for a way back, or keep on going?'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-877553763003442700</id><published>2009-07-05T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:34:34.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most magical proposal ever</title><content type='html'>Okay while browsing for entertaining videos I came across this one. I saw it I was silenced in amazement. To me, this marriage proposal (although it's a little gay) is the one that I believe most girls would dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://images.stupidvideos.com/2.0.2/swf/video.swf?sa=1&amp;sk=7&amp;si=2&amp;i=252626"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.stupidvideos.com/2.0.2/swf/video.swf?sa=1&amp;sk=7&amp;si=2&amp;i=252626" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" height="336"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-877553763003442700?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/877553763003442700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>aku sayang kamu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-1718421684184019978?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1718421684184019978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1718421684184019978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1718421684184019978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1718421684184019978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-sayang-kamu.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-1174527277170117543</id><published>2009-04-01T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:58:37.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terbang</title><content type='html'>FirmanMu Tuhan pelita bagi kakiku&lt;br /&gt;JanjiMu terang bagi jalan-jalanku&lt;br /&gt;KebenaranMu menuntunku setiap hari&lt;br /&gt;KumenantikanMu beri kekuatan baru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan terbang tinggi di awan&lt;br /&gt;BersamaMu dalam kemuliaan&lt;br /&gt;S'bab firmanMu teguh menopang&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan aman di dalamMu Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JalanMu di atas jalan-jalanku&lt;br /&gt;RancanganMu melebihi rancanganKu&lt;br /&gt;JanjiMu sungguh t'lah membebaskanKu&lt;br /&gt;Berjalan lebih tinggi, berjalan bersamaMu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-1174527277170117543?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/1174527277170117543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=1174527277170117543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1174527277170117543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/1174527277170117543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2009/04/terbang.html' title='Terbang'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-9176796902717000362</id><published>2009-03-27T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:22:01.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing</title><content type='html'>i miss everyone. i miss all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, i miss God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-9176796902717000362?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/9176796902717000362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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Percaya</title><content type='html'>Tuhanlah kekuatan dan mazmurku&lt;br /&gt;Dia gunung batu dan keselamatanku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya padaMu hatiku percaya&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah menara dan kota perlindungan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku mau selalu bersyukur&lt;br /&gt;Sebab cintaMu padaku tak'kan pernah berubah&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku percaya&lt;br /&gt;Walau bumi bergoncang, gunung-gunung beranjak&lt;br /&gt;Namun kasih setiaMu tak pergi dariku...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7556682896590497354?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7556682896590497354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7556682896590497354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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saturday, 17 Jan 2009 titled Beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditorium was full house and I gotta watch for free (whee!! thanks!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think their performance was uber cool! Seriously! I like Subconscious, Contrary, No Man is an Island, Facade, Memories, Fields of Promise, Rouge, ok, EVERYTHING. Their choreography is great, especially Facade and Fields of Promise OMG brilliant!!!! Contemporary dance is more artistic and lyrical, emotional and meaningful, which is such an enjoyment to watch. I do like hip hop too but they are mostly dont deal a lot with lyrics and melodies. They are more to beats and steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah CONGRATULATIONS INDANCITY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I still like Contrary and Fields of Promise the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-4662929179127983810?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/4662929179127983810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=4662929179127983810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4662929179127983810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/4662929179127983810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2009/01/indancity-presents-beyond.html' title='InDanCity presents: Beyond'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7872946944687234221</id><published>2008-12-09T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:06:51.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia masa kanak-kanak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gue kmaren baru liat2 fesbuk, terus  di list "My Groups" ada 1 di group list gue yg menarik perhatian gue. It's called "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Klo loe inget ini, brarti loe anak thn 90-an (Indonesian Version)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; gak yang join grup ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Yah intinya sih grup ini dibuat buat anak-anak yang.. erm, mengalami masa SD/SMP/SMA pada tahun 90-an. Gue salah satunya (SD doank seh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;SMP mah uda taon 2000-an).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the group who is proven successful in taking us back to our childhood. Beberapa poin yang bisa gue ambil dan gue komentari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PD = Percaya Diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:gue inget banget iklan yang bilang "&lt;i style=""&gt;PD aja lagi&lt;/i&gt;!" yang mpe skrg terus berputar2 di setiap kepala para insan tahun 90-an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bela-belain bangun pagi, just to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Power Rangers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hari Minggu jam 9... dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doraemon&lt;/b&gt; jam 8...eits, jangan lupa &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detective conan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragon Ball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; afterwards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: gue tau ada power rangers, doraemon, conan dan dragon ball... terus hari minggu mulai ada doraemon, ninja hattori, dan.... P-man. (masih pada inget p-man gak? yang lagunya kayak gini "P-man P-man P-man... kupanggil dia P-man... suaranya riang... datanglah oh P-man.. datanglah ke rumahku... datanglah oh P-man.. ke dalam hatiku... P-man P-man P-man..) Oh my goodness gue masih apal!!!!! Oh iya gue gak sempet tuh nonton filem yang pagi2 karna dulu gue sekolah minggu... Dan dulu cuman orang2 kaya yang punya recorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How 'bout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saint Seiya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, hari Senin Jam 5 d RCTI, cewe2 : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sailormoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (sailor Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Tuxedo bertopeng, dll)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Nah ini yang paling sering gue tonton. Dulu ada &lt;b style=""&gt;BT-X&lt;/b&gt; jem 3 di AnTV kalo gak salah. Terus diganti &lt;b style=""&gt;samurai-X&lt;/b&gt; (Kenshin Himura, Kaoru Kamiya). Gue langganan tuh nonton BT-X. Dulu waktu kecil gue les inggris tiap selasa jumat jem 2-4, jadi gak bisa nonton itu tiap slasa dan jumat... terus pas BTX abis diganti jadi filem2 Animax yang beda2 tiap harinya, salah satunya &lt;b style=""&gt;Samurai X&lt;/b&gt; (aneh, koq samurai X masuk Animax, hahaha…) gue lupa sih hari apa nayangin filem apa.. yang gue inget hari rabu itu &lt;b style=""&gt;Jumanji&lt;/b&gt;, dan hari jumat itu &lt;b style=""&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/b&gt;. trus setelah itu jem 4 ada filem cewek kayak &lt;b style=""&gt;Sailormoon&lt;/b&gt; atau &lt;b style=""&gt;Wedding Peach&lt;/b&gt; (oh gusti bajunya cakep-cakep), atau &lt;b style=""&gt;Magic Night Rayearth&lt;/b&gt; dan kawan-kawan.. Jam 5 baru filem cowok kayak &lt;b style=""&gt;saint saiya&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style=""&gt;Ksatria Baja Hitam&lt;/b&gt; (Kotaro Minami!!), &lt;b style=""&gt;Jiban&lt;/b&gt; (yang pada akhirnya jadi akronim dari 'Jijik banget'), &lt;b style=""&gt;Ultraman&lt;/b&gt;, dan ksatria2 Jepang lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nintendo, SEGA, Super Nintendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Belum ada tuh Playstation! Dulu jamannya masih gameboy, nintendo, ato SEGA. Dulu gue punya SEGA (tapi dicolong, huhuhu) dan kasetnya tuh MAHAL. Bisa 35.000 1 kaset! (oh iya dulu 35rb itu jumlah yang besar, bisa beli Chiki 140 bungkus!). Kaset SEGA favorit gue dan koko gue tuh yang berantem2an ato balap2an... Inget banget dulu maen Top Gear ato &lt;b style=""&gt;Street Fighter&lt;/b&gt; (Chun Li, Vega, Lau.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;pada inget gak sih?) dan &lt;b style=""&gt;Virtua Fighter&lt;/b&gt; (Akira, Jacky, Sarah, dkk). Oh iya ada kaset &lt;b style=""&gt;Sonic and the Hedgedog&lt;/b&gt;. Hahaha. Terus biasa pinjem2an kaset sega sama sodara2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ada yg inget majalah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantasi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; atau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bobo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: Dulu gue tiap kali beli bobo di emperan deket sekolah..... demen bener ama cerpennya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loe rasa Backstreet boys dulu TOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: Asli bener banget... Jaman &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boysband &lt;/span&gt;merajalela.. Mulai dari &lt;b style=""&gt;backstreetboys&lt;/b&gt; (lagu2nya masih cupu2 kayak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want it that way, backstreet's back&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;b style=""&gt;boyzone&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style=""&gt;hanson&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style=""&gt;savage garden&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style=""&gt;5ive&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style=""&gt;A1&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style=""&gt;westlife&lt;/b&gt; (ini sih uda zaman gue SMP si westlife mulai ngetop... dulu westlife lagunya belon ngusik2 klasik jazz gitu lah... masi pop kayak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my love, more than words, i have a dream&lt;/span&gt;). Terus band ceweknya &lt;b style=""&gt;Spicegirls&lt;/b&gt;, band campuran kayak &lt;b style=""&gt;Steps&lt;/b&gt; (lagu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt;, oh my goodness gue masih inget melodynya), &lt;b style=""&gt;Vengaboys&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boom Boom Boom&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;b style=""&gt;Aqua&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barbie Girl&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how 'bout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tamagochi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: Gue punya tuh! Koko gue juga punya. Dulu punya tamagochi kayaknya 'in' banget. Padahal mah gitu2 aja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sepatu dgn lampu nyala di belakang&lt;/span&gt; serasa..COOOOLLL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: Hahahah!! IYA IYA!!! Super 1000x bener banget! Sampe sepatu pantofel gue haknya bisa nyala!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laser Disc&lt;/span&gt;, not VCD nor DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Pernyewaan laser disc ada di mana2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Bokap gue sering sewain tuh kalo gue dan kakak2 bertingkah laku baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hallooooo...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walkie Talkie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: Dulu walkie talkie buat jalan2 bareng kalo konvoy. Secara henfon biaya nelfon masih mahal. Dulu henfon cuman ada GSM, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biaya interlokal&lt;/span&gt;, kaga ada tuh HP2 CDMA ato HP2 laen yang murah2. Dan cuma ada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simpati&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mentari&lt;/span&gt;, dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pro XL&lt;/span&gt;. Eh salah. dulu henfon masih &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non-eksistent di kalangan anak2&lt;/span&gt;. Ortu pun jarang2 yang berhape. Dulu mereka pada pake &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pager&lt;/span&gt;.... Kalo tukeran nomer sama temen2 biasanya&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nomer telfon rumah&lt;/span&gt;. Sering bwt janji lwt tlp, &amp;amp; kita harus hafal nomor2 tlp tmn sekelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Susi Susanti, Alan Budikusuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; menang Olimpiade Barcelona, jamannya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ricky Subagja/ Rexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maenaki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;engga terkalahkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: Mereka jago sekali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT WHEELS, TAMIYA, mobil2an&lt;/span&gt;...&amp;amp; bwt cewe2 (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt;...off course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: Tamiya, mobil2an, pestol2an, pedang2an, Barbie, Polly Pocket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dan yang lebih unisex, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lego&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inget jaman2nya Gundu / Kelereng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: Sampe tuker2an kelereng, koleksi kelereng, dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pernah ntn : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lion King / Home Alone 1,2,3 / Batman / Forest Gump / ....yeah yeah...Titanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poccahontas, Speed 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ada yg pernah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;koleksi kertas Notebook&lt;/span&gt; dgn gambar2 keren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: Gue!!! GUE!!!! Sampe bisa bilang "gue punya asli!" padahal mah kertas file sama aja... sampe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuker2an &lt;/span&gt;sama temen2... dulu masi jamannya kertas file, terus kelas akhir taon 90-an mulai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orgi &lt;/span&gt;yang lucu2 bermunculan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wah, jam 9 mlm, saatnya Dunia Dalam Berita d semua channel, dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;layar emas pun dipotong&lt;/span&gt;...Kata Ayah : "Anak2...saatnya tidurrrr..!!"...(kepotong ntn layar emasnya!)...rrrrgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jem 9, seluruh stasiun TV nayangin Dunia Dalam Berita&lt;/span&gt;. Nah layar emas di RCTI kan&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mulai jem 8, ya udah kepotong deh tu... Mulai lagi pas jem stgh 10&lt;/span&gt; (iyeh, beritanya cuma stgh jem doang sih...). Tapi meski gitu, anak-anak jaman dulu begitu sebelnye sama si USI KARUNDENG, dan temen-temen Penyiar TVRI) habis motong2 layar emas kita, dan gak cuman itu, ditambah lagi dengan cuap2 dari orang tua yang nyuruh kita tidur jem 9 (padahal masih mau nonton layar emas). Tapi kalo filem layar emasnya lagi bagus dan bonyok gw ikut ntn, mereka biasanya ngijinin gw nonton layar emas mpe abis (kelarnya biasanya jem stgh 11... dulu jem segitu tuh uda malem banget buat anak SD kayak gue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blm ada TRANS TV, TV 7, GLOBAL, &amp;amp; TV2 Lokal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: cuman ada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 stasiun televisi&lt;/span&gt;, yakni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TVRI &lt;/span&gt;(Televisi Republik Indonesia) yang lagunya berbunyi "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TVRI menjalin persatuan dan kesatuan...&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TPI &lt;/span&gt;(Televisi Pendidikan Indonesia) "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TPI... makin asyik ajaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RCTI &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RCTI Oke...&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCTV &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SCTV ngetooppp&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indosiar &lt;/span&gt;(yang iconnya ikan terbang), dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AnTV &lt;/span&gt;(apa yah lagunya?). yang laen masi blon ada tuh.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metro TV&lt;/span&gt; pun baru muncul belakangan, di tahun 2001-2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;org2 yg berusia &gt;17 serasa Tinggi banget &amp;amp; Tua...wakakakakaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: no comment lah ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROLLER BLADE &lt;/span&gt;dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice Skating&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: 'in' banget nih dulu.... Dulu di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TA &lt;/span&gt;(Mal Taman Anggrek) pas baru buka Ring buat maen ice skating, harga maennya cuman Rp. 17.500,- , gak kayak sekarang yg udah melejit tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaaaaaah, asik duduk d dpn mobil lg... (privilage donk!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: hahaha.. dulu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bangku depan mobil tuh di'reserved' buat orang tua&lt;/span&gt;. anak2 mah duduk di belakang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;McGyver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hafal opening song-nya, sampe coba2 mikirin sesuatu yg kreatif spy jd 'the Next McGyver')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: Tiap Rabu jem 8-9 di RCTI!!!! Acara2 lainnya: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Legenda Ular putih&lt;/span&gt; (Pai Shu Chen) jem 8 di SCTV hari Kamis, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun Go Kong&lt;/span&gt; di Indosiar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Legenda Pendekar Rajawali si Yoko&lt;/span&gt; di Indosiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Internet, No Facebook nor Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="SV"&gt;Internet pun sesuatu yang sangat jarang dan langka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; Internet paling baru populer (namun masih mahal, jaman dial up) pada tahun 2000an. dulu imel2 orang pada pake &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;@lovemail.com&lt;/span&gt; hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ceting pun masih di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRC&lt;/span&gt;. Dulu kalo maen komputer masih pake &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Windows 95 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;windows 98&lt;/span&gt;... Gamesnya pun beragam, namun yang paling gue inget adalah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chip Challenge&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ski free&lt;/span&gt; (gue inget banget mpe skrg kalo gue maen kayaknya gak bakal bisa menang maen ski free… abis ujungnya selalu ada monster yang makanin playernya)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No iPod, no Camera Digital (&amp;amp; u have too buy films for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; camera such as : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asa 100, asa 200 or asa 400&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;: begitulah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;anak2 sekarang terlalu dimanja dengan digicam mereka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;. Dan dulu zamannya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaset &lt;/span&gt;dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walkman&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oy, ada yg punya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baju Superman dgn sayap di belakang&lt;/span&gt; ga?...haha!...remember those days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;: kalo ini sih gue gak punya..... hehehehe tp inget banget banyak temen2 yang punya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Poin tambahan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;25. Masih belajar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gerakan orde baru, G30S PKI, supersemar&lt;/span&gt;, dll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;26. Masih ngapalin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UUD’45&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;butir-butir pancasila&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;27. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semua nama menteri, kantor departemen negara, kantor kedubes, harus dihapal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;28. Meskipun keren ada brick game, nintendo, dan sega, namun kita masih sering aja ketemuan ama tetangga demi main &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gobak sodor, tak benteng, tak patung, merdeka, karet jepang, skipping, gundu, gasing, engklek, bekel,&lt;/span&gt; dll.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;29. Snack dulu itu cuman &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chiki, Chetos, Chitato, Jetset, Anak Mas, Tenny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Taro&lt;/span&gt;. Kalo yang tidak bermerek beragam kayak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;makaroni&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lidi &lt;/span&gt;(bisa pilih antara asin ato pedes). Ada lagi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siomay abang&lt;/span&gt; yang harganya Cuma 150 perbuah. Jadi kalo dengan duit 1000 bisa beli siomay isi 6...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;30. Dulu ada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuis Indosat Galileo Galilieo&lt;/span&gt; yang bawain si mantan personelnya Kahitna sama Susan Bachtiar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kuis2 lainnya seperti &lt;b&gt;Tak Tik Bom&lt;/b&gt; (Dede Yusuf), &lt;b&gt;Family 100&lt;/b&gt; (Sony Tulung), &lt;b&gt;Piramida&lt;/b&gt; (Ronny Sianturi), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kata Berkait&lt;/span&gt; (Niko Siahaan), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who Wants to be a Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; (Tantowi Yahya), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siapa Berani&lt;/span&gt; (Helmie Yahya, Alya Rohali).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; &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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;31. Banyak sinetron2 yang cukup menarik kayak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Doel Anak Sekolahan &lt;/span&gt;(Rano Karno [si Doel], Suti Karno [Atun], Basuki [Mas Karyo], Maudy Koesnady [pacarnya mas karyo.. lupa namanya], Benyamin S. [Babeh]... dan gue serius kalo lu minta gue nyanyiin lagu si doel gue masih inget!), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tersanjung 1-6&lt;/span&gt; (yg maen masih Lulu Tobing gak sih?), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tersayang &lt;/span&gt;(si Jihan Fahira yang jadi Mayang, Anjasmara jadi Dion, Adam Jordan jadi Andi [oh gusti gue masih inget!!], terus ada Fanny Fadila dan temennya yang gendut itu...), &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Janjiku &lt;/b&gt;(Paramitha Rusady, dan Gunawan ini ceritanya tentang penyanyi cantik buta), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Air Mata Ibu&lt;/span&gt; (Paramitha Rusady, Gunawan, Joshua), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku Ingin Pulang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Cornelia Agatha, Krisna Mukti), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pelangi di Matamu&lt;/span&gt; (Mona Ratuliu.. ini tentang orang yang bisu dan tuli), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wah.. Cantiknya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Anjasmara [Nceppp!!!], Nani Wijaya, Tamara Belsinky), terus ada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mutiara Cinta&lt;/span&gt; (Ira Wibowo, Sahrul Gunawan)... oh gawd gue sering nonton sinetron juga......&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;32. Dulu ada sitkom kayak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gara-Gara&lt;/span&gt; (Lydia Kandou, Jimmy Gideon, Sion Gideon), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lika Liku Laki Laki&lt;/span&gt;, baru abis itu sitkom mistis mulai menggantikan tempat seperti, &lt;b&gt;Jin dan Jun&lt;/b&gt; (Sahrul Gunawan, Robert Syarif), &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuyul dan Mbak Yul&lt;/b&gt; (Ony Syahrial, Cindy), &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jinny oh Jinny&lt;/b&gt; (Diana Pungky, Indra Brugman)... Terus inget gak yang nama Produser, Eksekutif Produser, dan sebagainya itu biasanya nama2 india, khususnya Punjabi. Akhir 90-an juga ditandai drama-drama superhero seperti, &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joshua Anak Ajaib&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panji Manusia Milenium&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saras 008&lt;/b&gt; (Saras itu drama paling gak zelas pokoknya). Oh ada juga serial &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lupus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lupus Millenium&lt;/span&gt; (dulu bintang yg meranin si Lupusnya bagus sebelum diganti sama Attar Syah.... gue inget banget si Boim diperanin sama Fanny Fadila, Lulu diperanin Agnes Monica, Poppy diperanin Mona Ratuliu).. Btw Lupus itu maennya di sekolah SMP gue!! Hahaha.&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;33. Banyak banget penyanyi cilik di tahun 90-an (gak kayak sekarang, kayaknya hampir punah deh...). Dulu ada &lt;b&gt;Melissa&lt;/b&gt; (Abang Tukang Bakso, Si Komo Lewat), &lt;b&gt;Enno Lerian&lt;/b&gt; (Du Di Du Di Dam Dam, Semut-Semut Nakal), &lt;b&gt;Saskia-Geofanny&lt;/b&gt; (Bang Bing Bong Yokkk Kita Nabung), &lt;b&gt;Trio Kwek-Kwek&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;b&gt;Alfandy&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Dhea Ananda&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Leony&lt;/b&gt;) (Jangan Marah-Marah, Tante), &lt;b&gt;Chikita Meidy&lt;/b&gt; (mantan presenter &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pesta Ceria&lt;/b&gt;, artis asal Minang yang terkenal sama lagunya Kampuang Nan Jauah di Mato), jangan lupa juga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trala Trilili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nya&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Agnes Monica&lt;/span&gt; dan Kak Ferry (mantan suaminya si Ananda Early), Indra Bekti juga sempet loh bawaiin ini acara (inget gaaa.....)!!!! Terus ada &lt;b&gt;Joshua&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Cyndi Cenora&lt;/b&gt;, terus banyak trio2 yang gak jelas dan kurang terkenal kayak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trio cantik, trio manis, trio cerewet, mega trio&lt;/span&gt;, dan lain2. Ada lagi si centil &lt;b style=""&gt;Maissy&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cilukkkba....muuachhh&lt;/span&gt;!!&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;34. Dulu masih ada komik2 sejarah indonesia yg judulnya &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imperium Majapahit&lt;/span&gt; karangan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan Mintaraga&lt;/span&gt;. Komik jepang juga ada lah ya... Kayak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hakkeyoi, Sailormoon R, Sailormoon S&lt;/span&gt; (yg berwarna), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Doraemon &lt;/span&gt;(paling favorit), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ninja Hattori, Kung Fu Tao, Kung Fu Boy, Candy-Candy, Dragon Ball&lt;/span&gt; (masih rajawali grafiti belum ke elexmedia), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Topeng Kaca&lt;/span&gt;, dan serial2 cantik lainnya yang mulai banyak. Adalagi serial misteri kayak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami &lt;/span&gt;dkk... yg atasnya warna biru tua... Terus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Conan &lt;/span&gt;mewabah diikuti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RL Stine&lt;/span&gt; dengan koleksi &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goosebumps&lt;/b&gt;nya!!!&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;35. Taon 2001-2002an baru muncul deh cerita &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;, siaran &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Teletubbies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Crayon Sinchan, Ada Apa Dengan Cinta&lt;/span&gt; nya Dian Sastro.&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;26. Taon 2001-02 mulai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;demam boysband Taiwan&lt;/span&gt; khususnya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F4&lt;/span&gt;, dan drama2 Taiwan kayak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Meteor Garden, MARS, at the dolphin bay&lt;/span&gt;, dan lain2. Setelah surut demam Taiwan, muncul lagi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deman Korea&lt;/span&gt; kayak &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Endless Love, Winter Sonata, Full House&lt;/span&gt; (Song Hye Gyo dan Rain alias Bi), dsb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;&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 style="" lang="SV"&gt;Setelah taon 2003 gue udah kurang ngikutin perkembangan zaman karna udah pindah ke Singapura ~_~ yah pokoknya masa kecil kami meski fasilitas masih pas2an namun tetap bahagia... hehehehe....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7872946944687234221?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7872946944687234221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7872946944687234221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7872946944687234221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7872946944687234221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2008/12/nostalgia-masa-kanak-kanak.html' title='Nostalgia masa kanak-kanak'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-8761128788729255484</id><published>2008-12-03T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:42:10.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in jakarta</title><content type='html'>udah lama gak tulis ginian... skrg gue lagi di jakarta!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-8761128788729255484?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/8761128788729255484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=8761128788729255484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8761128788729255484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8761128788729255484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-jakarta.html' title='in jakarta'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-5047864653001357145</id><published>2008-10-11T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:08:19.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phone calls</title><content type='html'>he does not like my phone calls. Fine. I will not find him no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-5047864653001357145?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/5047864653001357145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=5047864653001357145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5047864653001357145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/5047864653001357145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2008/10/phone-calls.html' title='phone calls'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-8929873064421470552</id><published>2008-09-24T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:38:17.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semua karna koka kola.</title><content type='html'>Belum lama ini gue nimbang berat badan, ehhhh mana nyangka berat badan gue naek 4 kilo!! Gue sampe ngos-ngosan cuma buat ngeliat jarum timbangan yang mendarat di angka yang sangat gak biasa kalo gue lagi nimbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhasil gue bertekat buat gak makan banyak2 malem2. Pokoknya kalo uda malem gue cuma mau makan buah. Titik. Cuma buah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kmaren malem gue bikin Acad di hostel, terus perut keroncongan. Males keluar ah, ntar deh kalo acad gue uda kelar, gue mandi, terus keluar makan (baca: beli buah). Pas mandi, tiba2 starbucks oreo cheesecake gue telfon... "eh, gue beli semangka nih gede banget... mau gak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue langsung gemilang... "Mau mau!!" Terus starbucks oreo cheesecake gue lanjut, "ntar ya, pas gue pulang kerja gue temuin lu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngelirik ke jam babi gue... 9.24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAaaa... malem bangettttt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhasil demi semangka, gue menahan lapar sampe dia nyampe di depan pintu hostel gue. Kelar makan semangka, kita jalan bentar. Dia beli chicken wing gitu deh.. alhasil gue jadi ikutan makan (dikiiiiiiiiitttt...). Lalu dia beli coca cola 2 botol (rencana diet gue gagal totallll!!!) dan kita main2 gitu semprot2an koka kola karna dia duluan yg mulai ngocok botol koka kola dia dan menyemburkan isi botol itu ke baju meta gue yang sangat gue kasihi..... begitulah kami kejar2an sampe koka kola gue uda kehilangan gas buat disemprotin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak terasa setelah selesai main dan ngobrol2 dan jalan2 dan lain2, udah jem 2 pagi. Langsung  nalar gue tiba2 bekerja dengan baik. Baju gue basah kena koka kola (mana putih lagi!!), jadi pulang2 gue harus nyuci baju. PR acad gue belon kelar, gue harus mandi dan keramas karna koka kola (padahal sebelum ketemu dia gue uda mandi bersih2!!), dll... DAN SKRG UDAH PAGI!!!! ACAD gue gimana?? Kapan mo kelar!?? BEsok gue harus kumpulin!!! Gue kontan ngambek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue langsung pasang tampang jutek dan minta pulang. Gue ngambek abis2an di jalan. Starbucks oreo cheesecake gue langsung minta maaf terus2an karna ngajak gue main. Gue tetep gak terima. Gue bilang "Daritadi kan gue uda minta pulang, lu malah main2... rambut gue itu kalo dicuci lama keringnya, kapan gue mau tidur?? PR gue belon kelar, masi banyak, besok kumpul, gua harus sacrifice waktu tidur gue deh...." Pokoknya gue komplen komplen terus selama perjalanan pulang. Tampang dia udah gak enak, dia uda pasrah gue omelin, dia minta maaf, dia sms gue maaf, dia kasi gue semangat, dia nawarin nyuciin baju gue, tapi tetep semua gue gak terima. Yang saat itu gue pikirin adalah gue sebel karna pr gue belon kelar dan saat itu uda jem 2. Gue kesel karna gue harus mandi lagi, karna gue harus keramas lagi, karna gue harus nyuci baju, semua karna dia. Karna dia nyemprotin koka kola ke gue. Karna dia ngajak gue keluar. Karna dia beliin gue semangka. Karna gue sayang dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok pagi gue buka sms.... "Sorry ya... lu belajar yang bener, jangan sampe ketiduran." terus dia kasi emoticon... Gue langsung ngerasa gak enak.... Ya ampun Louisa!! Apa sih yang bikin lu ngomel2 sama dia kmaren??? Perlu gue akuin sih gue agak emosional kmaren, maklum cewek lagi db... tapi... apa sih salah dia? Toh dia juga gak tau kalo PR gue belon kelar, dan gue juga gak kasi tau dia kalo PR gue belon kelar.. gue yang seneng ngikutin dia main kmana2, gue yang seneng kalo ada dia di samping gue. Salah siapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue langsung sms dia pagi itu juga minta maap.. gak tau knapa gue marah2 gak jelas kmaren. Gak ada balesan. Sampe sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuraj. MPe skrg gue mikirin dia terus. Huhuhuhuh. Gimana nih... apa perlu gue beliin dia kado? Tapi gue sibuk banget.. HAAAAAHHHHH.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-8929873064421470552?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/8929873064421470552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=8929873064421470552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8929873064421470552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/8929873064421470552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2008/09/semua-karna-koka-kola.html' title='Semua karna koka kola.'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11551344.post-7949629509506614385</id><published>2008-09-01T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:28:12.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>When I looked at the time, the phone, the bus, the ipod, the bottle, the laptop, the school, everything around me... it's you who appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11551344-7949629509506614385?l=orangestoryz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/feeds/7949629509506614385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11551344&amp;postID=7949629509506614385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7949629509506614385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11551344/posts/default/7949629509506614385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangestoryz.blogspot.com/2008/09/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02344205810119436513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
