<?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-1057854340917091862</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:04:41.728+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FingerTale</title><subtitle type='html'>Too much tales stuck in my head, one mouth could never say it all, let my finger tells you...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Viny</name><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>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057854340917091862.post-5177904079124221946</id><published>2009-12-04T13:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:18:00.043+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved</title><content type='html'>Why would you be sad? There were never been 'us' all along... We were never you and me. Once you left me, without reasons. You come and go as you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved on, after many times failed trying. You didn't try to make me stay. This is not love. This is never love. This is lust. This is the result of lonely nights we've been through in our imagination, but I'm out of this sick feeling. You can enjoy your loneliness alone. Or with any girl you like. I won't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you can feel what I feel right now. The relieving feeling that I'm loved.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you're too busy looking for love, you never will realized it's inside you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-5177904079124221946?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/5177904079124221946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=5177904079124221946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5177904079124221946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5177904079124221946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/12/loved.html' title='Loved'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1877410903006692311</id><published>2009-12-04T13:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:08:28.738+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Senyum Cumi!</title><content type='html'>Nanda Budiono, I miss you much :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-1877410903006692311?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1877410903006692311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1877410903006692311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1877410903006692311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1877410903006692311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/12/senyum-cumi.html' title='Senyum Cumi!'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7454276083000327041</id><published>2009-10-28T21:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:31:00.399+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me :)</title><content type='html'>Entah sejak kapan, ulang tahun bukan lagi hari yang kutunggu-tunggu. Mungkin sejak aku menghabiskan hari ulang tahun jauh dari keluarga; mungkin aku sudah tak tertarik lagi dengan konsep makan enak dan hadiah; atau mungkin benakku sudah berkonsep: ulang tahun tidak ada artinya tanpa orang-orang terdekat untuk diajak berbagi kebahagiaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kecil, kebahagiaan berarti es krim, chiki, kue ulang tahun, baju baru, hadiah, pesta ulang tahun yang dihadiri puluhan teman sekelas di Mc Donald's. Sederhana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seiring bertambahnya usia, itu semua bisa kubeli tanpa kesulitan. Yang tidak bisa kubeli adalah orang-orang yang aku ingin keberadaannya di dekatku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang-orang datang dan pergi, ada yang meninggalkan jejak di hati, ada yang menginjak-nginjaknya dan berlalu, tapi kamu masih tinggal. Kata orang, yang paling penting dalam hidup bukanlah menjadi orang terkaya di dunia, orang tersukses nomor satu, pemenang nobel atau juara olimpiade, sebab di akhir hidupmu, kamu tidak akan meminta orang membawakan piala-pialamu untuk kau pandang terakhir kali, kau akan meminta orang-orang terdekatmu supaya bisa kau rasakan keberadaannya untuk terakhir kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu adalah hadiah termahal yang bisa kau terima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seumur hidupku, kupikir hal paling mahal yang pernah kutuntut dari orang tuaku adalah meminta mereka menyekolahkanku di universitas pilihanku, jurusan sesuai inginku. Itu satu tahun lalu. Later I realized they've raised me till this very second of their life, and I don't even have to ask for such extremely unselfish sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kamu pikir satu tahun adalah waktu yang sebentar, cukup mengejutkan bagaimana waktu sesebentar itu bisa membuatku sadar, itu adalah permintaan yang luar biasa egois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu masih bisa mengenali aku yang dulu, yang ekspresif, berantakan, si pemimpi yang optimis dan naif melihat dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku sudah berubah. Aku sudah menemukan tujuan. Bukan, bukan hanya sekedar kuliah di bidang jurnalistik dan menjadi penulis yang bisa menginspirasi banyak orang. Bukan, bukan memiliki rumah dilengkapi perpustakaan nan megah, atau keliling dunia, atau tinggal di Disneyland selama sisa hidupku. (Yah, kau tahulah, bukannya aku menolak sih menjalani hidup seperti itu :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin memenuhi tujuan yang Ia siapkan untukku hingga Ia membiarkanku hidup sampai detik ini. Aku ingin berubah sesuai keinginanNya. Setiap hari adalah tantangan, 'bagaimana caranya menghadapi situasi ini dengan caraNya (bukan caraku)?' It seems easy when I first began, now I realized it's anything but easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be thankful enough of You being presents in my life. Everyday is a gift. Thanks for giving me another year to live. Take over my whole year, my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-7454276083000327041?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7454276083000327041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7454276083000327041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7454276083000327041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7454276083000327041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me :)'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7633146737833755086</id><published>2009-09-26T23:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:56:37.399+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>tagged by uniq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you (currently) addicted to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you interested to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, writing, future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you found hot :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segala bentuk cairan mendidih, matahari, cewek pake lipstik merah (i don't think I would ever dare enough to do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 wildest dream :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting married (i mean, dedicating your whole life to be spend with one person?), living in a country where I don't understand the language at all, being a pastor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 obsession :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a writer, applying my 'healthy lifestyle' theory, buy a house for my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you treasure the most :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friends, memories, dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 types of smell you love :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanah sehabis hujan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 types of smell you hate :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asap rokok, sampah, asap kendaraan bermotor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bad habits :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo lagi bad-mood suka uring2an sendiri, cuek, suka ngeluh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you love to wear :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big comfy t-shirt, comfy pants, comfy flip-flop! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 childhood toys :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mobil2an, nitendo, lego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 favorite author :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Warren, Joshua Harris, Dewi Lestari (gila sebenernya daftarku PANJANG BANGET!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 favourite director:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga gitu merhatiin sih ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 reason you do this thing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emang akunya narsis aja, memenuhi obsesi di-interview (sok ngartis), di-tag uniq.. huahauhauhau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 person you would to tag to do this :&lt;br /&gt;aris.. sapa aja deh yang blogger dan kebetulan lewat di blog ini..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-7633146737833755086?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://niqzchronicle.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7633146737833755086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7633146737833755086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7633146737833755086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7633146737833755086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/09/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-8931158883026685882</id><published>2009-09-01T00:18:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:35:29.255+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Young, Smart, Talented and... Wasted.</title><content type='html'>Theme: Online all the time: Youth &amp;amp; New Media. The impact of social networking and the online world on Indonesian culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing my study overseas, I can't deny that the technology provides a very convenient way of communicating. I've once lost every single contact number on my phone because of my silliness, but even being faraway from home and family, I don't get panic or afraid of losing contact with them. Thanks to our modern way of communicating: internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo Messenger, Facebook, MSN, Skype, you name it. Countless number of social network have been made to satisfy our need to socialize. Thus, to alienate the real people surround us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am agree that internet has been very useful for us to learn and discover things. It might be one thing why it attracts us a lot. But who doesn't see why experience is the best teacher? If person 'A' read tons of articles from A-Z on the internet about Batik compared to person 'B' who has made a Batik, who do you think could teach how to make Batik to their children the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people I know will be upset if they lost their precious possession. But our most precious possession is time. We could buy things if we lost them. But time?&lt;br /&gt;Yet we don't realize that we've been stolen. Our time was stolen. We were so occupied in our online world, we know straight away that MJ died, but we don't even know our aunty has delivered her second baby girl two months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you ask, if not the internet, what else would worth throw away our time to? Well, each person will be different, but I think it's a good idea to start invest your time building a strong relationship with your family and friends. Or you might have the desire of a better country to live in, why not you start today? You can volunteer your time, share your knowledge; it can be anything, really. You can even get the benefit from that: your experience expands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not saying that we should avoid internet, I just sick of myself realizing that I could spend 1/4 of my day being online. It means I spend 2190 hours a year neglecting the real world. 91,25 days being idle! Well, being fair, I should say that my insight expands a lot, reading different way of thinking from people on internet. Maybe the problem is just the time I (and most teenagers) allocated in front of that addictive screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we just have to learn to be wise of our most precious possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Saatnya Suara KITA Didengar!" href="http://indonesianyouthconference.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://indonesianyouthconference.org/promo/banner234x60.jpg" alt="Indonesian Youth Conference" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="The Jakarta Globe" href="http://thejakartaglobe.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thejakartaglobe.com/templates/jakartaGlobe/images/jakarta-globe.gif" alt="The Jakarta Globe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Terrant Books" href="http://terrantbooks.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://terrantbooks.com/templates/siteground/images/summer/joomla_logo.png" alt="Terrant Books" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-8931158883026685882?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/8931158883026685882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=8931158883026685882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8931158883026685882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8931158883026685882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/09/young-smart-talented-and-wasted.html' title='Young, Smart, Talented and... Wasted.'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-5647741057725059872</id><published>2009-08-14T13:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:57:18.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Once</title><content type='html'>There were stories once we meet. We never invited the silence to come in between. I will ask how was your day, and you will ask me what's going on in my life. We both were such a story teller, I thought we'd end up make a thick book full of our conversation. It wasn't always interesting, I would even say it was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think life is hard enough, that I need you to ease it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the time goes when I was with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, there were stories between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-5647741057725059872?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/5647741057725059872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=5647741057725059872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5647741057725059872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5647741057725059872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/08/once.html' title='Once'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-3734997514007390871</id><published>2009-06-20T08:16:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:44:16.710+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynical Show</title><content type='html'>He said he adores you, called you beautiful and admire your body.&lt;br /&gt;You called it love, for me it's lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls you 24/7, always there for you when you need him, his life full of you.&lt;br /&gt;You called it love, I would think he has no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he care for you, his love endures forever, and nothing gonna change his love for you.&lt;br /&gt;You called it love, I said it's a bullshit. (Blind people, can't you see nobody could control their own feelings?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said love makes you happy, I can see that you smile a lot and always seems in a good mood, your nearest and dearest might say you changed into a different person, more kind and nicer to be with. It doesn't mean love changed you, it means you treat people surround you badly. You don't need a boyfriend to change, you need religion and healthy lifestyle. Have you heard that work-out could improve your mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you need him not to feel alone, now you should go out and look for more friends! Nobody could be with you all the time, we all got a life to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you come to your besties, ask them for comfort when you're disappointed by him, ask for advices when you fed-up with him, can't you see that he's just human? If he's not what you think all this time, can't you just accept it? My advice, my dear, is simple: if you hate to be broken-heart, don't love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world talking, discussing, looking for love. Now I would like to ask you, what kind of love is it? Is it the love game you're chasing? Play and hide, another victim to have fun with and abandoned at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, how I adore you. You've got the gut to love and to be disappointed, guess I could never be brave enough to love like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-3734997514007390871?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/3734997514007390871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=3734997514007390871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3734997514007390871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3734997514007390871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/06/cynical-show.html' title='Cynical Show'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-8774943138948500513</id><published>2009-06-05T00:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:37:36.423+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Melody of Broken-Hearted</title><content type='html'>It was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to call me friend, and with sour-smile I replied how honored I was. I still remember your smile, do you ever see it the way I see? It was precious; yet not me to treasured it. Oh, do you even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to call you everyday, curious of what happen in your little world, you were the key to my own happiness (you never realized it, do you?). You were the first person to know everything happened in my own big-messy life. Oh, do you even want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to share our everything. You were the one who have such a big heart, to share it with anybody else. Now I give it back to you, I won't claim yours to be mine. Would you please let me take mine? Yes, it's my heart you've been holding all along, I need to take it back and fix it up. Boy, how you break it into pieces. Oh, do you even smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read my mind, I was too easy to be played, yes I was so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, it was you I adored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't it clear enough, you heart never been belongs to me, not even now, and it never will. Sometimes you're just unlucky enough to wait for so long to find out you're just wasting your time. Yes, I wasted my time on you, I do know and realize that I was such a fool, how dare you called me your friend not to save my heart? Don't mind the tears, I even lost my count, just promise me to mind your step, don't you dare to step in my heart ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-8774943138948500513?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/8774943138948500513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=8774943138948500513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8774943138948500513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8774943138948500513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/06/melody-of-broken-hearted.html' title='Melody of Broken-Hearted'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-6590683844067822137</id><published>2009-05-31T23:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:05:17.685+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Evening</title><content type='html'>It was raining. I left my umbrella in their car. I was glad my bus came shortly after I finish work. And always that view made me jealous, treated injustice, and million questions of why it's not me in there. That university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stands proudly, even when it was raining. I can see people there, wondering are they students? How it feels to be among them? They laugh, it felt like they were laughed at me. At me not being student there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that station. You always got onto the bus in that station. Obviously you're asian. You always wear that face, that sad, unhappy face. You looked pale and thin, I wonder if you're sick. You looked like a student in that university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, I wonder, why would you be sad? I could take your place as a student there, and I could only think there will be smile on my face (and probably frustrated face when an exam held).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, I wonder, sad-faced-girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would you be sad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-6590683844067822137?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/6590683844067822137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=6590683844067822137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6590683844067822137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6590683844067822137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-evening.html' title='Saturday Evening'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7561816303165038398</id><published>2009-05-20T20:59:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:03:38.921+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lesson</title><content type='html'>I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't teach you how to love somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't teach you how to be famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't teach you anything worth knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;neil gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-7561816303165038398?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7561816303165038398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7561816303165038398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7561816303165038398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7561816303165038398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-lesson.html' title='Life Lesson'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-6780939157334599549</id><published>2009-05-03T11:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:19:19.061+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sikat Gigi</title><content type='html'>Kemarin, pas aku mo rawat (istilah ini digunakan itak, maksudnya sikat gigi &amp;amp; cuci muka sebelum tidur; sekarang aku ikut2an make), hapeku bunyi. Pendetaku telpon. Ya saya sms lah. Pendetaku di sini suaminya Australian, istrinya Indonesian, nah istrinya itu sering telpon aku jadi uda deket, aku uda nyante aja jawab telponnya yang kedua sambil gosok gigi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halo, shemu (panggilan buat istri pendeta)?" busa putih di mulut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Viny, this is Nick." omaigat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Yes Nick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kecelakaan yang mungkin saja terjadi: keselek sikat gigi, nelen busa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesan moral: Jangan menjawab telpon sambil sikat gigi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-6780939157334599549?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/6780939157334599549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=6780939157334599549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6780939157334599549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6780939157334599549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/05/sikat-gigi.html' title='Sikat Gigi'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-5618683324677025967</id><published>2009-04-30T23:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:23:25.477+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Postingan Terpaksa</title><content type='html'>Saya dipaksa seseorang untuk update. Aku malas! Akir2 ini aku nulisnya di notes facebook sih. Lebih banyak feedback nya. Hehehhe. Ini aja dulu yah. Ini artikel2 yang aku tulis di warta gerejaku. Jadi berbau religius. Oyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He and She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've known each other for years now.&lt;br /&gt;He knows everything about her,&lt;br /&gt;She knows nearly nothing about Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not a bubbly person.&lt;br /&gt;He looks forward talking with her,&lt;br /&gt;He remember being refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like going out much.&lt;br /&gt;He invites her to his place many times,&lt;br /&gt;He remember being declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not an optimist.&lt;br /&gt;He trust her for a lot of big things in life,&lt;br /&gt;He remember being doubted for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not good at catching opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;He gave her chances,&lt;br /&gt;He remember she wasted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like being around people.&lt;br /&gt;He stands close,&lt;br /&gt;He remember she hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not faithful.&lt;br /&gt;He saved her most of time,&lt;br /&gt;although He remember being offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did everything disappointed Him,&lt;br /&gt;Yet He accepts her  every time she knocks his door,&lt;br /&gt;come with disappointment of life,&lt;br /&gt;asked him for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've known each other for years now.&lt;br /&gt;He knows everything about her,&lt;br /&gt;She knows nearly nothing about Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She denied Him many times,&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like He always forgot that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ini yang buat bulan Mei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instant Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just something you never planned. It was 11 p.m. You were sitting all alone in your apartment, bored, nothing to do. Suddenly your flat mate ask you to join them. They were about to go to casino. Sure, you said. I don't have anything to do anyway, you thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a great time with your friends. You drank, you made new friends, and you even won 200 dollars. Amazing, you thought. This was what I made in a week at work. And I could got it without working, while I'm having fun. What more could I wish for, better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a product of today's generation. Nowadays, we're living an instant life. Don't have time to prepare a meal, simply go to fast-food restaurant or make your own instant food. All in minutes. Too busy to meet a friend, you chat on phone. On MSN. On every social websites available on internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine what will happen if you start making relationship with God in instant way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't have time to go to church today. I'll check what are they preaching at website.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't have time to read bible and pray. I'll just do all at once in the end of the month.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got so excited, you told all your friends about getting money without working hard. And a friend will tell you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what. Easy come, easy go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what will happen if you get your money easily. You will spend it without consideration. You will not spend it wisely. You'll just spend it, and suddenly you ask yourself, where did my money go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got hard time with life, and you ask yourself, where all my friend go? Why didn't they accompany you through this situation? They did. On MSN. On every social websites available on internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And could you blame Him if He just turn His head away from you when you seek Him, saying;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know you. You never had time for me, why would I waste my time for you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah ya. :p&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/1057854340917091862-5618683324677025967?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/5618683324677025967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=5618683324677025967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5618683324677025967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5618683324677025967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/04/postingan-terpaksa.html' title='Postingan Terpaksa'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-5172001433647541726</id><published>2009-04-05T22:29:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:08:59.187+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! Loooooooong time no see! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi aku udah pindah rumah. Cukup lama. Dan punya temen sekamar satu dari Mongolia satu dari Korea. This situation makes me use english everyday. Sayangnya keduanya inggrisnya gak gitu lancar. Jadi agak bosen juga nungguin kalo kadang mereka mikir satu kata laaama. Dan dalam satu kalimat bisa dua tiga kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong2. Ternyata di Mongolia. Seusiaku mereka sudah menikah biasanya. Dan caranya, mereka akan diperkenalkan dengan seseorang, yang dalam 3 bulan akan have sex bersama, untuk menentukan apakah they're compatible in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;area. If they do, they go ahead and get married. If they don't? They pick another person. As simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is sangat gak bisa kumengerti. I mean. Marriage is something big, isn't it? It's a lifetime decision. It has consequences. Bagaimana bisa kamu menentukan keputusan semacam itu dalam waktu sesingkat itu, dengan penentu sedangkal sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Forgive me kalo menurut Anda sekalian aku terlalu meremehkan sex. Aku percaya sex bukan sesuatu yang bisa diremehkan. Dan aku tau banyak pasangan yang pisah gara2 faktor sex. Jadi tentunya sex (atau ketertarikan fisik) adalah faktor yang cukup penting. Tapi, bagaimana dengan kompatibilitas karakter? Personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia adalah makhluk yang kompleks. Kadang di depan seseorang yang kita anggap spesial, kita akan menyembunyikan sebagian dari diri kita. Kita akan memamerkan kualitas terbaik kita, namun seringkali kita lupa. Bahwa bukan keputusan yang bijaksana untuk menyembunyikan sabagian dari diri kita. Bahwa walaupun pada awalnya seseorang yang spesial itu tertarik pada kita, seiring dengan waktu bisa jadi kekecewaan melunturkan perasaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kalo hubungan sudah dirusak oleh ketidakjujuran, bagaimana caramu memperbaikinya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-5172001433647541726?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/5172001433647541726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=5172001433647541726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5172001433647541726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5172001433647541726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/04/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1855563918607201478</id><published>2009-03-08T22:17:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:21:06.481+11:00</updated><title type='text'>'Just Listen'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"So you're always honest," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;"No," I told him. "I'm not."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's good to know, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not saying I'm a liar," I told him. He raised his eyebrows. "That's not how I meant it, anyways."&lt;br /&gt;"How'd you mean it, then?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just...I don't always say what I feel."&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the truth sometimes hurts&lt;/span&gt;," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," he said. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So do lies&lt;/span&gt;, though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-1855563918607201478?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1855563918607201478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1855563918607201478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1855563918607201478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1855563918607201478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-listen.html' title='&apos;Just Listen&apos;'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7600993855424355007</id><published>2009-03-04T18:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:25:02.371+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Rome'</title><content type='html'>Yuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is unpredictable, isn't it? Back then when I'm turning 17 years old, I never expected I'll be here, in Sydney. I never expected studying Advanced Diploma of Hospitality Management. I never think I'll be a cashier to survive living here. Or an english teacher to a stranger which is Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back there, I thought I'll be studying Communication in a Christian university. I thought I'll be chasing my biggest dream: being a journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which now, it turns out, not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, 'Rome wasn't built in one day'. Or 'There are many ways to Rome'.&lt;br /&gt;For them, in time you'll be just arrived in Rome after wandering around in Paris or Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it simply means: 'You'll find out that you can never reach out Rome. You'll love Africa, anyway.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like that's not true. I'm young. I like gaining new experiences. I like big responsibilities and showing the world that I could handle it. The thing is, well. I'm just dying wanted to be sitting on Journalism class in any university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know for sure if I'd like Rome. But I'm sure as hell I'd love the journey to there. Which, speaking frankly, not even close of what I feel about my journey to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again. Isn't everything we wanted cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, apparently, being in a journey to Rome cost me to do the journey to Africa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-7600993855424355007?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7600993855424355007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7600993855424355007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7600993855424355007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7600993855424355007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/03/rome.html' title='The &apos;Rome&apos;'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-5541436433436337184</id><published>2009-02-25T00:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:02:50.385+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing there&lt;br /&gt;On a balcony in summer air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the lights&lt;br /&gt;See the party, the ball gowns&lt;br /&gt;I see you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And say hello, little did I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was crying&lt;/span&gt; on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Begging you please don't go&lt;/span&gt;, and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt; all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you were everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was begging you please don't go&lt;/span&gt; and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt; all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This love is difficult, but it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My faith in you is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head? I don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came and tell me&lt;br /&gt;He felt sorry but he found his princess&lt;br /&gt;It's not like she's prettier, he explained&lt;br /&gt;But is there anything left to believe in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a love story, but you never say yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-5541436433436337184?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/5541436433436337184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=5541436433436337184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5541436433436337184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5541436433436337184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-460956621794517579</id><published>2009-02-20T12:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:36:50.528+11:00</updated><title type='text'>After All This Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; After all, the broken stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That were thrown, for no good reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Inside, she's loving him still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; After all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And though her heart bears the scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No sign of healing, It's All right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; She's loving him still, after all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Trying to push the past away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Still waiting for the lights to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Try, try for the sake of their pride, pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Learning to barely feel the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Thicker the skin the less the strain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And though it's really hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; She ain't breaking, breaking, breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 'Cause she's loving him still, after all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now he knows his weakness shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Selfish soul, never changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That's fine, because she's loving him still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; After all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And to the outside eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You see a family getting by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And it all seems perfect, and that's how she wants it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 'Cause she's loving him still, after all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; After all this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; After all, after all, after all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Bones have to grow, and age it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Though we try and hide it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Inside, she's loving him still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; After all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And behind his tired eyes, she sees the boy with his arms wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Who made her feel like an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Oh that's why she's loving him still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For the rest of her life, she's loving him still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For the last of many miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; She's loving him still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; After all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon Webbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-460956621794517579?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/460956621794517579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=460956621794517579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/460956621794517579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/460956621794517579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-all-this-time.html' title='After All This Time'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-4561768883633089312</id><published>2009-02-15T22:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:03:07.170+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasca Valday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"apa yang kamu lakukan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada kenangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang memaksa untuk terus diingat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- raditya dika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-4561768883633089312?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/4561768883633089312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=4561768883633089312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/4561768883633089312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/4561768883633089312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/02/pasca-valday.html' title='Pasca Valday'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-8316549863467982811</id><published>2009-02-14T23:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:20:01.147+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Job, job, job</title><content type='html'>Nggak pernah sedikitpun terpikir kalo pekerjaan sebagai kasir itu susah. I mean, hello? Aku pesen sesuatu, kamu kasih yang aku mau. Aku bayar, kamu ngasi kembalian. That's it. How on earth could it be hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Indonesia, aku sering sekali meremehkan pekerjaan sebagai kasir. Mereka salah ngasi pesanan, aku kesel. Mereka salah ngasi kembalian, aku bertanya2 mereka pernah sekolah gak sih *in a bad way, of course*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata, jadi kasir itu susah. Iya emang. Masa ngasi pesanan yang bener, kembalian yang tepat aja sesusah itu sih? Nggak. Tapi ketika kita kerja 4 jam penuh, melayani puluhan pembeli, jadi cukup susah untuk terus berkonsentrasi penuh dengan para pembeli. Terutama ketika kamu dituntut untuk mengerti apa yang pembeli katakan dalam bahasa yang berbeda dari bahasa yang sangat kamu kenal. Lebih menakutkan lagi, mereka yang memiliki aksen yang berbeda-beda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain masalah bahasa, yang lebih menantang ketika mereka menginginkan pesanan yang banyak, spesifik, dan ingin kamu melakukannya dengan cepat. You'll just feel like you're such a stupid. Even elementary kids laugh at your english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would you do, if in such pressure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel sick of it (the whole job thing, including all the mistakes you've made), you're having headache, your stomach is hurt of starving but you don't feel like you wanna eat anything, but you're afraid of falling sick if you don't eat, because you know the cost of seeing doctor will be the price of your whole month living, but even to eat you don't have anything left in your refrigerator, and you don't even want to think about buying something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you realize, being a cashier isn't easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Happy Valentine, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-8316549863467982811?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/8316549863467982811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=8316549863467982811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8316549863467982811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8316549863467982811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/02/job-job-job.html' title='Job, job, job'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7048916619412108135</id><published>2009-02-14T22:44:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:46:36.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'>hm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAHUKAH ENGKAU BAHWA ENGKAU TELAH MEMINTA HAL YANG PALING MAHAL&lt;br /&gt;YANG PERNAH DIBUAT OLEH TANGAN YANG DI ATAS?&lt;br /&gt;HATI SEORANG WANITA, HIDUP SEORANG WANITA&lt;br /&gt;DAN CINTA YANG SANGAT MENGAGUMKAN DARI SEORANG WANITA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAHUKAH ENGKAU BAHWA ENGKAU TELAH MEMINTA HAL YANG TAK TERNILAI&lt;br /&gt;SEBAGAIMANA SEORANG ANAK KECIL MEMINTA SEBUAT MAINAN?&lt;br /&gt;MENUNTUT APA YANG DIPERJUANGKAN MATI-MATIAN OLEH ORANG LAIN,&lt;br /&gt;DENGAN KENEKADAN SEORANG BOCAH LAKI-LAKI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGKAU TELAH MENULIS PELAJARANKU MENGENAI TUGAS-TUGAS,&lt;br /&gt;SEBAGAI SEORANG LELAKI ENGKAU TELAH MENANYAIKU&lt;br /&gt;BERDIRI DI PINTU JIWAKU SEBAGAI WANITA,&lt;br /&gt;SAMPAI AKU BERTANYA PADAMU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGKAU MEMINTA DAGING DOMBAMU SELALU PANAS,&lt;br /&gt;KAUS KAKI DAN PAKAIANMU LENGKAP,&lt;br /&gt;AKU MEMINTA HATIMU SENYATA BINTANG-BINTANG CIPTAAN ALLAH&lt;br /&gt;DAN JIWAMU SEMURNI SURGA-NYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGKAU MEMINTA MASAKAN DAGING DOMBA DAN DAGING SAPI.&lt;br /&gt;AKU MEMINTA HAL YANG JAUH LEBIH BESAR,&lt;br /&gt;SEORANG PENJAHIT WANITA ENGKAU INGINKAN UNTUK KAUS KAKI DAN PAKAIANMU&lt;br /&gt;AKU MENCARI SEORANG PRIA DEWASA DAN SEORANG RAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEORANG RAJA UNTUK DUNIA YANG INDAH YANG DISEBUT RUMAH,&lt;br /&gt;DAN SEORANG LAKI-LAKI DEWASA YANG PENCIPTANYA, YAITU ALLAH&lt;br /&gt;AKAN MEMANDANGNYA SEPERTI PERTAMA KALI DILAKUKANNYA&lt;br /&gt;DAN BERKATA,"SUNGGUH SANGAT BAIK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU POLOS DAN MUDA, TETAPI SEMU KEMERAHAN MUNGKIN LENYAP&lt;br /&gt;DARI PIPI PEMUDI INI KELAK&lt;br /&gt;AKANKAH ENGKAU MENCINTAIKU DI ANTARA DAUN-DAUN YANG BERGUGURAN,&lt;br /&gt;SEBAGAIMANA ENGKAU LAKUKAN DI ANTARA BUNGA-BUNGA YANG BERMEKARAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APAKAH HATIMU SEKUAT DAN SENYATA SAMUDRA,&lt;br /&gt;SEHINGGA AKU BISA MELEMPARKAN DIRIKU KE DALAM GELOMBANGNYA?&lt;br /&gt;SEORANG WANITA YANG PENUH KASIH MENEMUKAN SURGA ATAU NERAKA&lt;br /&gt;DI HARI KETIKA IA MENJADI PENGANTIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU MEMINTA HAL-HAL YANG BESAR DAN SEJATI,&lt;br /&gt;SEGALA SESUATU YANG SEHARUSNYA ADA PADA DIRI SEORANG PRIA.&lt;br /&gt;JIKA ENGKAU MEMBERIKAN ITU SEMUA, AKAU AKAN MENYERAHKAN DIRIKU&lt;br /&gt;UNTUK MENJADI APA YANG ENGKAU MINTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIKA ENGKAU TIDAK DAPAT MELAKUKANNYA, SEORANG TUKANG CUCI DAN TUKANG MASAK&lt;br /&gt;DAPAT ENGKAU BRI UPAH DENGAN BAYARAN RENDAH,&lt;br /&gt;TETAPI HATI DAN HIDUP SEORANG WANITA&lt;br /&gt;BUKAN UNTUK DIMENANGKAN DENGAN CARA SEPERTI ITU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(author : unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*read from a friend's friendster wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-7048916619412108135?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7048916619412108135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7048916619412108135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7048916619412108135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7048916619412108135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/02/hm.html' title='hm.'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1303053320437018998</id><published>2009-02-11T21:09:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:20:48.447+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Move On!</title><content type='html'>Nah nah. Satu lagi calon penulis berbakat. Calon, karna di sana-sini masih ada beberapa celah yang bisa dipoles untuk jadi penulis yang matang. Dalam grammar, dan juga untuk mengeliminasi kata2 yang kurang efektif maupun repetisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurutku &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cerita ini&lt;/span&gt; (wants to know? Just click the title of this posting) menarik. Sedikit merasa tersindir oleh cerpen ini, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hal yang aku tangkap, sepertinya penulis ingin berpesan pada pembacanya (atau mungkin juga ia menasihati diri sendiri);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Move on guys. Sometimes waiting for somebody is just useless and pointless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-1303053320437018998?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://arisforlazuardi.blogspot.com/2009/02/sesuatu-yang-tertinggal.html' title='Move On!'/><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://arisforlazuardi.blogspot.com/2009/02/sesuatu-yang-tertinggal.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1303053320437018998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1303053320437018998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1303053320437018998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1303053320437018998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/02/move-on.html' title='Move On!'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-5040070185747402840</id><published>2009-01-31T19:53:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:15:13.312+11:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;BASIC&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name → viny octavia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Like it? → yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Nickname(s)→ vin, ce, ndut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Status → single and not looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Zodiac sign → scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. Male or female → female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. Elementary→ sdk st john (jakarta), sd bintang timur (jakarta), sd berdikari (pontianak), sd anugrah (denpasar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. Middle School → smpk san jose (denpasar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. High School → smak santa maria (malang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color → brownish black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short → medium-long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012. Eye color → black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. Weight → 52 kgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014. Height → 155 cms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Righty or lefty → righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Loud or Quiet → depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Sweats or Jeans → um. short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Phone or Camera → phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Health freak → nearly. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Piercings?→ nopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Do you have a crush on someone? → haha. i'd not call it 'crush'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. Eat or Drink → drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. Purse or Backpack → backpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. Tattoos → nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. Do You Like Yourself? → of course! adore myself. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. Current worry? → money, money, money :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT:&lt;br /&gt;027. Orange or Apple Juice? → orange juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. Night or Day? → night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. Sun or Moon? → sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. TV or Internet? → internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031.PlayStation or XBox? → none of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;032. Kiss or Hug? → hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;033. Iguana or Turtle? → turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;034. Spider or Bee? → spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035. Fall or Spring? → spring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;036. Limewire or iTunes? → itunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. Soccer or Baseball? → baseball! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;038. First surgery → -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;039. First piercing → on both ears, when i was kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040. First best friend → ilsa novemry diasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;041. First Sport? → lari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;042. First award → juara menggambar sekecamatan (tk st. john jakarta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043. First crush → ananta, temen sekelas kelas 6 sd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;044. First pet → none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;045. First big vacation → forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;046. First big birthday → never had one to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;047. Eating → roti selai coklat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;048. Drinking → air putih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049. I'm about to → checking facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. Listening to → come back to me - akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;051. Singing? → none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. Typing? → this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. Waiting for → reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;054. Want kids? → yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. When? → right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056. Want to get married? → yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;057. When? → right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;058. Where Do You Want To Live? → anywhere i feel like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Careers in mind → author. editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. What Did You Want To Be When You Were Little? → mangaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;061. Mellow Future Or Wild? → wild! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;062. Something You Would Never Try? → smoke, drugs, tattoo, tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH GIRL? (OR BOY IF YOU'RE A GIRL)&lt;br /&gt;063. Lips or eyes → eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;064. Shorter or taller? → taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;065. Romantic or spontaneous → both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;066. Nice stomach or nice arms → both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067. Sensitive or loud → sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Hook-up or relationship → relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. Trouble maker or hesitant → in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Hugging or Kissing? → hugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;071. Tan Skinned or Light? → light skinned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Dark or Light Hair? → dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. Muscular or Normal? → normally muscular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;074. Lost glasses/contacts → yeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. Ran away from home → ran? live faraway, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. Held a gun/knife for self defense?→ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077. Killed somebody → never ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;078. Broken someone's heart → yeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. Been arrested → nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Cried when someone died → never been in that kind of experience &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. Kissed A Stranger? → yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082. Climbed Up A Tree? → yes yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. Liked A Friend As More Than A Friend? → uh. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;084. Yourself → yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Miracles → hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;086. Love at first sight → nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Heaven → not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088. Santa Claus → no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. Kiss on the first date → no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;090. Is there one person you want to be with right now → yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;091. Do You Like Someone? → yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. Do you believe in God → yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;094. Recieved/Sent Text Message → mind reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;095. Received Call → agnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;096. Call Made? → himanshu (my manager)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Comment On MySpace? → dun hv one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Missed Call? → gag ada yg sekurang kerjaan itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. Person You Hung out With? → jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:180%;" &gt;ARIS &amp;amp; RICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-5040070185747402840?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/5040070185747402840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=5040070185747402840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5040070185747402840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Says'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-2169559029179048719</id><published>2009-01-26T23:54:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:56:03.604+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjing Menggonggong Khafilah Berlalu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang gak akan ada yang menggonggong lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berlalulah dengan tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-2169559029179048719?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057854340917091862.post-9199854386895042490</id><published>2009-01-26T23:08:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:58:16.369+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Strangers</title><content type='html'>Hai semua!! Australian Day taun ini diawali dengan bangun jam 11 siang. Yaya, emang bukan jam terbaik untuk menyambut dua hari besar. Abisnya kemaren anak2 bikin party ngerayain imlek ampe jam 2 subuh... jadi ga bisa tidur T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu sama Jessica pergi ke Opera House, soalnya si udik blon pernah ke sana wuakakak. Di sana foto2 kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SX2o4QMCMoI/AAAAAAAAACg/JqNTf0uRvj4/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SX2o4QMCMoI/AAAAAAAAACg/JqNTf0uRvj4/s400/DSC00345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295574421229154946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;celebrating Australian Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trus tau2 ujan. Emang sih kemaren aku doanya cuman biar gak panas (dua hari lalu mencapai 40 derajat panasnya) dan gak terlalu berangin (berasa mo terbang ditiup angin euy), tapi kan gak usa ujan segala... huks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, trus kita ketemu manusia patung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SX2qAdK12HI/AAAAAAAAACo/uE5cAAQtWRU/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SX2qAdK12HI/AAAAAAAAACo/uE5cAAQtWRU/s400/DSC00347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295575661664393330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Berjalan2lah kita kemudian, &lt;/span&gt;dua remaja putri nan imut dan cantik... ketika tiba2, waktu si udik mo moto2 Harbour Bridge, ada om2 bule narsis yang nyuruh kita foto pake benderanya dia (dan dia nebeng difoto jugak). Kebingungan, kita mah iyain aja dah daripada benjol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SX4f9mo75WI/AAAAAAAAACw/1hPA4zVUEyY/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SX4f9mo75WI/AAAAAAAAACw/1hPA4zVUEyY/s400/DSC00350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295705355039008098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si om2 narsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Terakhir, kita ketemu sama kakek2 aneh yang tereak2in &amp;amp; kiss bye ke kita... Ck, banyak orang aneh di Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SX4hcv4Z4DI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jTK8DWgp8jI/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SX4hcv4Z4DI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jTK8DWgp8jI/s400/DSC00356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295706989607378994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kakek: 'I love Indonesia! I love Jakarta!'&lt;br /&gt;dalem hati: 'MATI AKU CEPETAN DONK FOTONYA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Setelah asik berfoto2 ria di depan Harbour Bridge (lagi) dan Si Keong Putih (foto2 lebih lanjut maen2 ke FS aja muh males dah upload2)&lt;/span&gt;, kita belanja belenji di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woolworth&lt;/span&gt;. EH ketemu orang aneh lagi. Pertamanya sih masi normal, dia denger kita ngomong Indo, trus dia tanya, 'Are you Indonesian?' eh terusannya diajak ngobrol ngalor ngidul gak brenti2, DOH kita mao belanja bukan ngobrol mas! Trus tau2 ngajakin barengan pergi ngeliat fireworks di Darling Harbour. Wuah, mencium gelagat aneh ini. Aku langsung bilang, 'Ah, we're going to join our friends. Well, nice top meet you.' LHA si mas2 gak tau diri terus aja ngajakin ngobrol. Ya udah aku akirnya pura2 ngeliat2, menjauh, menjauh, menjauh... Ujung2nya si mas2 ngajakin si udik kencan, huakakakak. Untung deh aku jauh2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapok deh ngeladenin stranger T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-9199854386895042490?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/9199854386895042490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=9199854386895042490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/9199854386895042490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/9199854386895042490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/01/weird-strangers.html' title='Weird Strangers'/><author><name>Viny</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SX2o4QMCMoI/AAAAAAAAACg/JqNTf0uRvj4/s72-c/DSC00345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057854340917091862.post-8317240755059302944</id><published>2009-01-26T13:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:45:12.273+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year 2560&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Australian Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have a great day, y'all! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-8317240755059302944?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/8317240755059302944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=8317240755059302944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8317240755059302944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8317240755059302944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey.html' title='Hey,'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1704412164104753441</id><published>2009-01-22T23:17:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:24:10.192+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Customer</title><content type='html'>wish you were just one of that customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish I could just treat you nicely with that fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing but fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you could just ask what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish I have an option to reject what you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even better to reject you in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-1704412164104753441?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1704412164104753441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1704412164104753441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1704412164104753441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1704412164104753441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/01/customer.html' title='The Customer'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-5057120502340838038</id><published>2009-01-20T22:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:13:57.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Updates</title><content type='html'>Hi fingertale lover, sorry for not updating the blog. Too many things happened, plus you know how lazy I am, right? Hehe. Lame excuse, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last week a new flatmate came. She became my only one room mate now. She's so talkative and we became a good friend soon, I tend to talk with her instead babbling in this blog, haha. Another news, I just started working in KFC since last thursday, today is my 4th shift and I became used to their varieties of menu and the cashier machine. I even feel like a robot, automatically saying 'Hi-how-are-you-what-can-I-help-you-today' &amp;amp; 'thank-you-enjoy-your-meal-please-come-again' (believe me, it's a hard job!). Oh yeah, don't forget that faking smile you have to put on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, today an incident happened. So there are two asian girls came to the restaurant. They clearly can't talk english. My supervisor asked them whether they're chinese or not, because there is one chinese girl in our staffs. Apparently they're japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there's one time you'd surprise that something you learnt finally have an advantage for yourself? Yeah, that's happened. Finally I could use my japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, last week (seems like everything happened in that week) I contacted a guy that advertised 'JOURNALIST WANTED' in Paddy's Market. So this guy is the owner of a website for international students in Australia. It's still new, (2 months old) so everything still not well organised. I have to write several subject to for this web, so prepare yourself for not reading this blog. Hahahhaha. Am I writing that? Sigh, I don't even know whether anyone reading this blog or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, catch ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-5057120502340838038?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/5057120502340838038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=5057120502340838038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5057120502340838038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5057120502340838038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-updates.html' title='Quick Updates'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-2705441099646253577</id><published>2009-01-09T23:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:05:09.762+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I was just read this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well-read people are less likely to be criminals&lt;/span&gt;."    &lt;br /&gt;   —Lemony Snicket&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...is well-read people exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...then it has nothing to do with mind-reader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-2705441099646253577?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/2705441099646253577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=2705441099646253577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2705441099646253577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2705441099646253577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/01/dizzy.html' title='Dizzy'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-3061224520890105241</id><published>2009-01-09T22:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:59:18.417+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted to quote. I don't know why, but I always love to read quote. These are my favorite quote I've read in Goodreads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Something that is yours forever is never precious." -Chaim Potok&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"What's meant to be will always find a way"    — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1332085.Trisha_Yearwood" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Trisha Yearwood"&gt;Trisha Yearwood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not sure exactly what heaven will be like, but I know that when we die and it comes time for God to judge us, he will not ask, 'How many good things have you done in your life?' rather he will ask, 'How much love did you put into what you did?' "&lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/838305.Mother_Teresa" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Mother Teresa"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind."    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/947.William_Shakespeare" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by William Shakespeare"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprisingly William Shakespeare quoted this one! I've been telling this one to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that person&lt;/span&gt; again and again, but it seems &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that person&lt;/span&gt; won't buy it (sigh)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book."    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/43244.Groucho_Marx" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Groucho Marx"&gt;Groucho Marx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huahahhahah. It sounds like me&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who thinks sitting in church can make you a Christian must also think that sitting in a garage can make you a car."    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2014.Garrison_Keillor" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Garrison Keillor"&gt;Garrison Keillor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another satire quote... btw did you notice that satire is my writing style? I think I found it very appealing which made a big impact to my writing style since... I can't remember. Maybe since I started writing. Which is long, long ago&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything you can imagine is real."    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/3253.Pablo_Picasso" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Pablo Picasso"&gt;Pablo Picasso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's why I'm a dreamer. A big one, actually (big grin)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid."    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1265.Jane_Austen" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Jane Austen"&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/a&gt;    (&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/208716.Northanger_Abbey" class="bookTitleRegular"&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*it does make me smile though it's not really true. Intelligence isn't only about knowledge of understanding literature. How about ability of cooking, then? (which is, frankly speaking, I don't have at all)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I love mankind, it's people I can't stand."    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/209672.Charles_M_Schulz" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Charles M. Schulz"&gt;Charles M. Schulz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wide smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four people is suffering from a mental illness. Look at your 3 best friends. If they're ok, then it's you."&lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/23511.Rita_Mae_Brown" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Rita Mae Brown"&gt;Rita Mae Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no! is it???*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Creativity is knowing how to hide your sources"    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/9810.Albert_Einstein" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Albert Einstein"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha. So, all of you who used to think I'm creative, now you know the truth. I was just lucky enough to have the ability to hide my sources (innocent wink)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line."    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/504377.Oscar_Levant" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Oscar Levant"&gt;Oscar Levant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha! Now I'm perfectly fine with you calling me insane anytime you feel you want to*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours."    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/3352.Jerome_K_Jerome" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Jerome K. Jerome"&gt;Jerome K. Jerome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, it sounds familiar to my sleepless night, near the deadline of that countless article... Gosh, I never thought I'd miss that moment this much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like."&lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/36746.Lemony_Snicket" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Lemony Snicket"&gt;Lemony Snicket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so true... now, why do we go to that restaurant??? I want my old, lovely Pizza Hut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early."    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/6237.Charles_Lamb" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Charles Lamb"&gt;Charles Lamb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha. Anyone interested to hire him?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a blank piece of paper until your forehead bleeds."    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/4.Douglas_Adams" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Douglas Adams"&gt;Douglas Adams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gosh, you understand me a lot. That's exactly the reason why this blog is abandoned... few times*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Religion has convinced people that there's an invisible man ... living in the sky. Who watches everything you do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a list of ten specific things he doesn't want you to do. And if you do any of these things, he will send you to a special place, of burning and fire and smoke and torture and anguish for you to live forever, and suffer, and suffer, and burn, and scream, until the end of time. But he loves you. He loves you. He loves you and he needs money."&lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/22782.George_Carlin" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by George Carlin"&gt;George Carlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*well. Somehow it's true*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one is the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"If you could have everything you wanted....where would you put it?"    &lt;br /&gt;   — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/181771.Steven_Wright" class="authorNameRegular" title="view all quotes by Steven Wright"&gt;Steven Wright&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-3061224520890105241?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/3061224520890105241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=3061224520890105241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3061224520890105241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3061224520890105241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/01/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1766195777701647059</id><published>2009-01-09T21:20:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:28:06.175+11:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Cor 13 : 4-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no envy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has no high opinion of itself.&lt;br /&gt;Love has no pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's ways are ever fair;&lt;br /&gt;it takes no thought for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;itself&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;it is not quickly made angry,&lt;br /&gt;it takes no account of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes no pleasure in wrongdoing&lt;br /&gt;but has joy in what is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has the power of undergoing all things;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;having faith&lt;/span&gt; in all things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is never tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is never tired of waiting&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...isn't it?&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-1766195777701647059?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1766195777701647059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1766195777701647059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1766195777701647059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1766195777701647059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-cor-13-4-7.html' title='1 Cor 13 : 4-7'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-555213341613371075</id><published>2009-01-07T22:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:52:33.494+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will gladly spend myself&lt;br /&gt;and all I have for you,&lt;br /&gt;even though it seems that&lt;br /&gt;the more I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; you love me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Corinthians 12:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-555213341613371075?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/555213341613371075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=555213341613371075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/555213341613371075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/555213341613371075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-says.html' title='It Says...'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1426380394967276318</id><published>2008-12-29T21:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:37:02.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan selalu berusaha untuk tidak mengeluh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-1426380394967276318?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1426380394967276318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1426380394967276318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1426380394967276318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1426380394967276318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-691506143685119004</id><published>2008-12-29T20:22:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:40:17.724+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Award Goes To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's say good bye to wonderful &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt; fulfilled by :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziest Crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OSIS St. Mary High School '07-'08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Promising People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belongs to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Redaksi Kharisma '06-'08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Missable Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Class '06-'08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Greatest Goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coolest Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faithful Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Besties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Favorite Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu Kang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentimental Fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and let us welcome &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;XOXO&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/1057854340917091862-691506143685119004?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/691506143685119004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=691506143685119004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/691506143685119004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/691506143685119004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/award-goes-to.html' title='The Award Goes To...'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1464698621401313313</id><published>2008-12-24T22:17:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:43:47.250+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Hey you all! It's Christmas Eve already! I can't believe time moves so fast. It's like I was just standing in front of 586 students of my school (eliminate 31 of the students organization including me, as the singer), singing Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Yeah, remind me of how stupid the drama we were playing (well, actually it was played by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;, because I'm just the scriptwriter... including the director as well, I guess. Also the narrator. See? Now you know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; is it so bad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt; watched the show). I don't even know why were they asked me to make the show. So they think I'm creative, but don't they ever considered about my ability of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;organizing&lt;/span&gt;? I'm such a fool about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my wish to get more working hours this christmas was just wishful thinking. So here I am, sitting all alone in my flat. No, they (okay, you can call them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some friends&lt;/span&gt;) invited me to come along with them and having fun in Darling Harbour, but it's very cold and windy outside (as you already know what's my opinion about windy day... now it worse, windy night!), also they are real party animal, they're capable to partying until the sun comes, but me? Ha. For you are following this blog, you may have know what kind of group I'll fit in every teenager movies. Yeah, absolutely. The geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt; in the right side that commented about my writing, yeah, these days I started to use english... I guess I'll use it when I'm in the mood of thinking harder to write what's on my mind, ha! The thing is, I just want my finger tells more people about my stories, and I think english is the best choice. Most people understand english. Don't worry, when I'm able to write in Japanese, I'll let you know in about 10 million years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt; apparently thinks I'm such an extraordinary girl for not falling to Robert Pattinson in Twilight. Well, I tell you one big secret. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; extraordinary. Not just my taste of guys (which is not quite good looking, as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;admit himself), the fact that I don't get the fashion thing, make up, high heels, accesories, whatever you call it, I'm totally blind of it. Don't even mention the cooking, cleaning, sewing... Yeah, you get it already, I see. I'm so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; ordinary girl. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abnormal&lt;/span&gt;. Uh-oh. I think I know why guys runaway from me. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Don't forget one more thing why I'm so not ordinary: the fact that almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; thinks I'm younger than my real age. I mean, why is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough thinking about my difference from other normal girls, now I want to get a lil serious and review my life this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of 2007 (accurately at around my 17th birthday) I was broken hearted, which makes the big day perfectly a mess, and the disappointment remain for few first months of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unluckily, the misfortune accompanied by school's practical final exam in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, trial exams fulfilling my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the runner up of the love letter competition at school on Valentine's gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won Japanese Contest on March 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disappointed again on April... right before the final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole school stuff ended in May. So was the prom night held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduation is in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love (could I even called it love???) issue comeback in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my life is as boring as cheesy sinetrons (or widely known as soap opera) that you watch every single day on TV, that you don't deserve a word about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special in October. As always, my birthday never worth remembered. But this year I've got a really special gift from my schoolmate, she emailed me a video when we were in high school, which included my 17th birthday video that was made in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I arrived in Sydney on November 26th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hm. Seems like everything in my life is just perfect. Except the romance thing. Whatever. Uh it's Christmas! Merry Christmas everyone. I'll post my new year resolution later on. Keep on this track, kay. See ya around.&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/1057854340917091862-1464698621401313313?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1464698621401313313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1464698621401313313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1464698621401313313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1464698621401313313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-4044069489481097325</id><published>2008-12-22T22:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:33:31.434+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is more working hours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...thanks Santa. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-4044069489481097325?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/4044069489481097325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=4044069489481097325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/4044069489481097325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/4044069489481097325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want For Christmas...'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1299096093554844321</id><published>2008-12-22T21:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:30:23.432+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Life!</title><content type='html'>Hai2 semua! Hari ini hari kelima aku kerja, dan dalam lima hari aku udah gonta-ganti sepatu lima kali juga. Ha! Uda kayak catwalk aja. Jadi gini, sebagai awam, hari pertama aku kerja pake keds putih. Pas aku perhatiin, semua orang pakenya sepatu item kulit ala kantoran gitu. Jadi minder sendiri ngerasa saltum. Yauda besoknya pake kayak gitu, noh gaya mbak2 kantoran ato ibu guru. Tapi kegedean sepatunya. Pas jalan nyeplak2 mulu. Uda terlanjur keluar apartemen, karna ga bawa kunci dan ga enak bangunin anak2 pagi2, terpaksa dipake aja. Nyampe supermarket disumpel tisu. Sampe sakit juga tetep nyeplak. Ah dasar sepatu murah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besoknya make warisan dari mami. Sebenernya haknya tinggi, sekitar 5 senti mungkin ada. Tapi mo gimana lagi. Yauda dipake. Kalo yang kemaren kegedean, yang ini sempit. Di tempat kerja akirnya nyeker2, kalo masuk supermarketnya baru pake sepatu. Pas jam pulang? Sepanjang jalan nyeker pake kaos kaki doank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya besoknya nyerah balik lagi ke sepatu andalan alias keds. Langsung berasa paling lincah, kaki juga gak menderita. (jadi kagum sama cewe2 yang make high heels... dari wedge sampe stiletto... apalagi yang bisa ampe lari2 segala! Buset, top deh) Tapi apa dikata, ketentuan kerja emang gitu... Jadilah hari minggu kemaren berburu sepatu. Dan tadi uda dipake, tapi meskipun ukurannya pas, haknya gak tinggi... solnya licin euy. Yah. Kayaknya aku emang gak jodoh sama sepatu2 selain keds... hehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi juga pas kerja kan aku disuru ambil spidol sama yang training aku, trus aku minta ke orang Thai, refleks aja minta spidol. Dia bingung, 'What? Midol??'&lt;br /&gt;Aku : (dalem ati : emang spidol bukan bahasa inggris yak? Bahasa inggrisnya apaan yak?!) Euh, you know, like pen...&lt;br /&gt;Cewe Indo di meja kasir sebelah : 'Marker,'&lt;br /&gt;Cewe Thai : 'Ah, marker...'&lt;br /&gt;Aku : Yeah, in Indonesia we called it spidol... (malunya!)&lt;br /&gt;Cewe Thai : But I'm not indonesian... (ngetawain aku)&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu dia belajar bilang spidol, yang mana lidahnya kejepit mulu nyebut 'spi'. Gara2 tragedi spidol, sekarang si cewe Thai bakal selalu senyam senyum ngeliat aku. Dohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus tadi sore interview KFC. Ketemu cewe cina yang (lagi2) ngira aku 15 taonan. Siyal, kenapa sih orang2 terus2an mendegradasi umurku seenaknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, jadi orang yang interview aku cowo India, namanya saking anehnya (oke aku ngaku, penyakit short term memory ku yang harus disalahkan)... aku lupa. Hauahhauahauhau. Emang paling parah dah ngafalin nama orang. Yah pokoknya dia tanya macem2 standard orang mo ngelamar kerja lah. Aku pikir percuma juga si India ng-interview2 segala kalo yang ngelamar kerja available time nya gak sesuai sama yang dia offer. Mo hasil interviewnya se-mengesankan apaaa juga, kalo si India butuh availability pagi sementara si pelamar bisanya malem, bisa apa dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiya aku juga lupa mo crita kalo selasa minggu lalu perdana aku nonton bioskop di sini. Hahahah. Kenapa selasa? Nomat sih. Ehe. Dan satu2nya film yang bisa bikin aku cukup penasaran dan rela ngeluarin 10 bucks tidak lain tidak bukann... JENG JENG JENG... Twilight yang terkenal... Yang saking terkenalnya menjadi sangat mengecewakan waktu aku nonton filmnya, yang mana sangat nggak sesuai harapan! Akting, aktris, sound, semuanya mengecewakan. Bagiku, satu2nya yang 'ngangkat' di film ini cuman Robert Pattinson-nya doank. Itupun aktingnya, mungkin karna penyutradaraan yang payah, gak sesuai dengan karakter Edward yang digambarkan. Ditambah lagi agak bete abisnya lupa bioskop sini mah mana ada subtitle nya yak. Bengong aja dah ngeliatin orang2 ngomong kayak kumur2 di layar segede gaban. Kalo gak baca novelnya dulu, lost deh gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw sebelum film dimulai, para bule ngelakuin hal2 yang gak kusangka... kupikir Indonesia uda kampungan... ternyata sodara2... aku bingung ngapain yak mereka senam lantai dan bersalto ria di depan layar bioskop? Emang sih lagi nunggu film mulai, tapi sekurang kerjaan apapun... salto di depan layar bioskop? Euh, not such a good idea for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-1299096093554844321?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1299096093554844321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1299096093554844321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1299096093554844321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1299096093554844321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-life.html' title='What A Life!'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-3496237837000149047</id><published>2008-12-21T23:20:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:36:53.476+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...so so what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;and I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;and guess what&lt;br /&gt;I'm having more fun&lt;br /&gt;and now that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alright&lt;/span&gt;, I'm just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and you're a tool&lt;br /&gt;so so what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I don't want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you weren't there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you never were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you want it all&lt;br /&gt;but that's not fair&lt;br /&gt;I gave you life&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all&lt;br /&gt;you weren't there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you let me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-3496237837000149047?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/3496237837000149047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=3496237837000149047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3496237837000149047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3496237837000149047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-what.html' title='So What?'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-6545484721124324934</id><published>2008-12-21T22:37:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:38:03.280+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere Left To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and I can't help myself,&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling for you all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's like everytime i'm out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm right back in your arms all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm saying yes, I'm saying no,&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you; you gotta go&lt;br /&gt;and then I wind up still here&lt;br /&gt;staying all over&lt;br /&gt;loving,&lt;br /&gt;missing,&lt;br /&gt;wishing you were here all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick up the phone and call your number&lt;br /&gt;are you home?&lt;br /&gt;can I come over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh why do we be like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.leona lewis&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-6545484721124324934?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057854340917091862.post-3391833758487536300</id><published>2008-12-20T23:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:08:22.055+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job</title><content type='html'>Hey, i think I got the job. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi aku uda 4 hari training as shop assistant bagian fresh produce. Belakangan aku udah diajarin motong buah pake pisau gede yang kayak punyanya samurai2 di tivi2 itu loh. Bayangin dipake motong semangka versi raksasa? (semangka sini gede2 lohhh... um buah2 lain juga kebanyakan versi raksasa, I wonder why don't we got it in our country? But I'd read that small fruit contains more vitamins and all. So I guess it's equal, you know.) Yep. Tanganku udah gak utuh lagi. Back in high school, anak2 kos sering nanya kenapa bisa tanganku tetep halus sementara kita semua sama2 nyuci piring, dst. I'm kinda never notice it before. Tapi sekarang tanganku uda gak bisa dibanggain deh. Tangan kanan, tercatat enam goresan. Tangan kiri masih beruntung, cuman satu goresan. Nggak tau lagi nasibnya in the next weekend. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's good to work there, though. Empat hari yang lalu, ngupas apel aja aku payah. Sekarang donk, ngupas buah2 raksasa uda bisaaa. Walopun ngupasnya masi kagok (do you have any idea into what my hand would be if I'm careless???), yang penting jadinya bisa dimakan lahhh. Hauahauhauah (pembelaan diri).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, kapan itu manajer KFC telpon. Aku disuru interview hari senin besok. Actually, as an idealist person, aku nggak begitu suka sih kerja di resto fast food. Nggak sehat, gak ngedukung pencegahan global warming, dan dalam proses pembuatannya tidak ramah-binatang. Hakakkaka, bahasaku. Yah intinya begitu. Tapi aku tertarik buat dijadiin pengalaman aja sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine used to call me 'workaholic', because I tend to overdo a lot of things, take several responsibilities at one time. I think it just because I don't like having nothing to do. I hate wasting time, that's why I hate holidays, hahahha. Gak juga sih, kadang kalo lagi stres kepengen ada jeda sedikit just to breath, tapi sekalinya libur sekian hari aja, udah gak tahan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I decided to come over at monday. Kepengennya sih kerja seharian dan nyampe rumah blek langsung tidur ampek pagi lagi, kerja lagi, gitu terus ampe kiamat. Hehe. One thing I love the most about working is the working itself. Hm... I like the money, of course, but even if they don't pay me, I'll prefer to work than just being at home doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Maybe it's just I don't get a hateable manager yet. Hahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-3391833758487536300?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/3391833758487536300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=3391833758487536300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3391833758487536300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3391833758487536300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/job.html' title='The Job'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7233088484697103677</id><published>2008-12-20T22:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:04:11.776+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Person</title><content type='html'>'Kenapa kok nggak pergi keluar? Sakit ya?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nggak. Emang semua orang harus pergi keluar ya kalo nggak sakit? Nggak boleh kalo cuman pengen di rumah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I said was just, 'Nggak.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most of psychology test, I'm confuse whether I'm an introvert or extrovert. The thing is, I could be very outgoing with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt;. And the rest of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;? Friend whose close to me would never imagine how antisocial I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I found it's really hard to just hang around with people. Have you ever going out with crowd, and still feel very lonely? For me, I prefer to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang2 mungkin suka bermanis mulut, mereka seringkali menyebut kegiatan munafik ini sebagai 'basa-basi', so they could socially acceptable. Kamu boleh bilang aku kaku, atau masih anak2 dan gak ngerti seni bersosialisasi, or whatever shit you said, I just will say sweet if I really meant it. Take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you dare to sweet mouthed me, I could see whether it's a fake or not. The thing is, I hate to be helped. I'll always feel like I owed you one. And I'll always try to find a chance to help you back. That's why I prefer not to accept help from other people except my closest friends, or in emergency, I'd just accept help which I could pay back someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya, FYI, not every people love to be outside. Some people just like to be home, reading great books. Not every people need to hang out everyday to spend money in the bar, drink and smoke, stay up until 03.00 A.M. and wake up the next morning in hurry because they've got a job which they won't lose. I don't get why are you grumpying about how you'd being broke, but still going out to the shopping centre and spend money on 'so called SALE stuff'. If you're broke, you'd be out to get another part-time job, isn't it the logic, or am I the one who's insane here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Go out of my way. I have my own way to live. I'm no longer a kid, whose afraid of not fit in the crowd, scared of being alone without friends. Well, I just don't need fake, sweet-mouthed friends. You could think I'm a freak being such an antisocial. I was just trying to be nice, rejecting your invitation to go out by saying i'm tired or I hate the weather or whatever, the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna be with y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-7233088484697103677?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7233088484697103677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7233088484697103677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7233088484697103677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7233088484697103677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/social-person.html' title='Social Person'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-6117962323534162804</id><published>2008-12-16T23:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:48:00.074+11:00</updated><title type='text'>None</title><content type='html'>Yep, my mom left this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? I'm eighteen, I'm mature enough to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, I've been lived without my parents since I'm 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm used to live on my own&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give that look. Just take care your own business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-6117962323534162804?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/6117962323534162804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=6117962323534162804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6117962323534162804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6117962323534162804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/none.html' title='None'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-8517642383133266125</id><published>2008-12-16T21:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:52:38.241+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney Life Recently</title><content type='html'>Jadi, hari ini hari terakhir si nyokap nemenin aku tinggal di Sydney. Aku nganter sampe dia naek taxi doank abisan kalo ke airport juga mahal euy. Kebetulan ada kenalannya temen yang sama2 pulang ke Indonesia juga, jadi nebeng. Ini bagus banget karna nyokap sama sekali buta bahasa inggris, sedangkan si kenalan bisa bahasa inggris. Tadinya aku udah bingung takutnya tar si nyokap nyasar ke Timbuktu, aku lagi yang disalain bokap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, pas nyokap mo naek taxi, malah si temen ini yang nangis. *dalem hati: buset, kenapa ni anak kok mewek?* kayaknya gara2 si temen ini nangis, nyokap jadi ikut berkaca2 deh. Ah payah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus kan aku balik ke apartemen. Lanjut tidur donk. Abisnya sejak ga sekolah uda biasa tidur ala kelelawar. Uda gitu tiba2 para cowok maen masuk aja ke kamar. Buset dah untung kaga ada yang ganti baju di kamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniardi : (ngeliat2 ke penjuru kamar dengan teliti hati2)&lt;br /&gt;Aku : (balik badan buka selimut *udara Sydney dingin coy*) Ngapain???!&lt;br /&gt;Jun : Eh Vin kamu liat MP3 nya Erni gak?&lt;br /&gt;Aku : Kaga' (balik badan tutup selimut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Maunya sih gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku : Kaga'. Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Jun : Di mana ya? (nyari2)&lt;br /&gt;Aku : (bantu nyari2) di sini kali (buka laci Erni)&lt;br /&gt;Jun : AH! (ternyata ada underwear sodara2. Jangan salahkan aku. Ini akibatnya menerima bantuan dari orang yang blon sepenuhnya bebas dari alam mimpi)&lt;br /&gt;Aku : Ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah. Pokoknya kita nyari2 sampe geledah2 tasnya segala. Tentu aja dengan Jun sibuk nyuruh2 : 'ITU. Singkirkan.' Hahahhaha. Kemarin malem juga sama kasusnya. Tengah malem pas aku selese bantuin nyokap packing, Ano bisa tiba2 bilang, 'Vin, minta tolong bisa nggak?' Aku, karna shock nggak biasa dimintain bantuan sama Ano (yang notabene agak pendiam), manggut2 aja. Ternyata dia mo ngeringin baju buat dipake kerja besok, tapi bajunya si Erni (yang cukup banyak mengandung underwear) masih di mesin pengering, kaga diambil. Sementara cewek2 pada pergi jalan2 ke Darling Harbour (iya, emang gue yang paling cupu, anak rumahan). Jadi, aku satu2nya cewek yang bisa dimintai tolong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiya ada lagi yang lucu. Kan pas si Jun lagi maen2 ke kamar cewe, ngajakin ke Opera House. Trus dia liat ke luar jendela (yang notabene para cewek jadikan jemuran underwear), dia langsung komentar, 'Wah banyak Superman' Dasar! Abis gitu setelah dari Opera House Erni ngeluh aja gitu underwearnya ada yang ilang. Emang pas itu anginnya kenceng banget, payungku yang dikeringin di luar aja ampe ancur. Cuman tetep aja. Bayangin tetangga2 di bawah nemuin underwearnya. Huahahhahahah. Ada2 aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap, one thing i hate the most about Sydney' weather is... it's very windy outside. Dan dengan rambut singaku, well, keluar rumah jadi ide yang tidak terlalu menarik buatku. Haha. Alasan utamanya sih aku langsung ngerasa pusing dengan angin sedahsyat di sini. Lebih milih udara dingin sekalian deh daripada berangin. Kalo di film mah berasanya keren kalo rambut diterbangin angin gitu, ngerasain langsung mah adanya juga masuk angin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw sekarang aku ngerti kenapa cuaca bisa jadi topik pembicaraan buat orang2 barat. Karna di sini, saking cepetnya cuaca berganti, jadi patut diperbincangkan oleh orang2 yang jadi tertunda kegiatan2nya. Sydney lagi memasuki summer, pas dateng aku heran kenapa bisa dibilang summer *dingin gila woi!* dan ternyata orang sini juga ngeluh kok. Kutipannya di koran nih ya *wuih anak koran gw di sini wkwkwkwk* 'the weather is terrible, you can't even tell it's summer!' nah lo, so why the hell are you keep saying that it's summer when it's not hot AT ALL??? Then what supposed to be called winter??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, besok aku disuruh dateng buat training ke supermarket di Oxford Street, about fifteen minute by foot from the apartment, so just wish me luck guys. Tinggal di sini tanpa ke sekolah, tanpa ada kerjaan, makes me desperately want this job. Okay, gotta go. Sebaiknya aku tidur sekarang biar besok bisa bangun pagi DAN sempet mandi DAN sempet mengumpulkan jiwa buat bener2 sadar sebelum memulai training. See ya around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-8517642383133266125?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/8517642383133266125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=8517642383133266125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8517642383133266125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8517642383133266125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/sydney-life-recently.html' title='Sydney Life Recently'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1602119179013507008</id><published>2008-12-12T15:28:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:39:18.627+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengemis Ala Bondi Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SUHq1jIM4RI/AAAAAAAAACY/Qc_85rnK-OA/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SUHq1jIM4RI/AAAAAAAAACY/Qc_85rnK-OA/s400/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278758443938537746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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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/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SUHq1jIM4RI/AAAAAAAAACY/Qc_85rnK-OA/s72-c/DSC00246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057854340917091862.post-7929113444222564036</id><published>2008-12-12T15:19:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:27:12.915+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bondi Beach Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SUHn407aR0I/AAAAAAAAABw/mNbyamck8hY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SUHn407aR0I/AAAAAAAAABw/mNbyamck8hY/s320/DSC00265.JPG" 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title='Bondi Beach Trip'/><author><name>Viny</name><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/_xYyyV_K2wHk/SUHn407aR0I/AAAAAAAAABw/mNbyamck8hY/s72-c/DSC00265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057854340917091862.post-731115887145584106</id><published>2008-12-12T11:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:25:34.102+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Kadang, kamu hanya perlu menyingkirkan jazz dari playlist-mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk akhirnya mencintai punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057854340917091862.post-3274215443790620213</id><published>2008-12-12T11:15:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:23:32.019+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagi, Tentang Langit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angin,&lt;br /&gt;tolong sampaikan padanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Masih tinggi langit dikejar,&lt;br /&gt;tak perlulah ia singgah ke sini'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katakan padanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sebab di sini tak'kan ia temukan aku menunggu,&lt;br /&gt;karena&lt;br /&gt;aku sudah lelah menengadah,&lt;br /&gt;langit punya terlalu banyak awan dan bintang.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-3274215443790620213?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057854340917091862.post-6388191807539605590</id><published>2008-12-12T10:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:10:42.933+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mie Instan</title><content type='html'>Alasan kenapa aku cinta mie instan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Murah! Meskipun di sini ada mie instan dari Jepang yang harganya 20 dolar... (dikali 8000 untuk kurs ke rupiah) T.T&lt;br /&gt;2. Bisa aja kamu lebih bego dari aku dalam urusan masak memasak, tapi masak mie instan? Pasti enak!&lt;br /&gt;3. Praktis. Nggak usa nyiapin lain2, beberapa menit aja uda cukup. Dalam keadaan darurat sangat menolong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan kenapa meskipun aku cinta mie instan, aku tetap berkomitmen untuk nggak makan mie instan sejak tahun lalu tapi tetep aja bolong2 karna tergoda ketiga adekku yang dengan seenaknya berseliweran di rumah dengan bau semerbak wangi mie instan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aku yakin dan percaya penikmat mie instan akan mengalami penurunan kinerja otak (yang mana, dengan status sebagai pelajar, sangat aku hindari).&lt;br /&gt;2. Mie instan diawetkan dengan lilin, sehingga memakannya dalam jangka waktu yang lama secara kontinu akan membuat lilin2 tersebut menumpuk di perut dan akan segera membahayakan kehebatan tuan Ginjal dalam membersihkan racun2 di perut kita.&lt;br /&gt;3. Aku yakin dan percaya segala yang murah, praktis dan enak, tidak dapat dipercaya kualitasnya. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun begitu kemarin aku tergoda nyoba mie instan dari Thailand, rasa Tom Yam gitu. Wah, gila enak banget. Mumpung di sini aku akan nyoba segala macam mie instan dari berbagai negara! I mean... banyak banget loh! Benar2 menggiurkan! Lagian mumpung di sini... hehheheh... Well. Catch ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-6388191807539605590?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/6388191807539605590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=6388191807539605590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6388191807539605590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6388191807539605590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/mie-instan.html' title='Mie Instan'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-628603893325209330</id><published>2008-12-10T01:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:03:34.931+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hi there. 10 menit menjelang jam dua pagi waktu Sydney. Ngantuk, tapi nggak bisa tidur. Untuk alasan yang nggak pernah bisa kumengerti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini aku ke bank. Bahasa inggrisku jelek. Tapi staf yang menangani aku bersabar menungguku ber-mm, e..., ngng. Bersabar menjelaskan ulang apa yang tidak bisa ditangkap telingaku. Meluangkan waktu untuk kepentinganku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah. Mungkin karna dia dibayar juga sih kerja di sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bahwa dia nggak menyisipkan nada tidak sabar dalam tone suaranya, bahwa dia tetap tersenyum bahkan setelah sadar dia harus menjelaskan ulang untuk ketiga kalinya supaya aku mengerti... Well, I appreciated it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seberapa banyak waktu yang kamu sediakan untuk orang yang bukan siapa2 mu?&lt;br /&gt;Seberapa tulus setiap senyum di wajahmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-628603893325209330?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/628603893325209330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=628603893325209330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/628603893325209330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/628603893325209330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/awake.html' title='Awake'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-2389641078310023818</id><published>2008-12-05T19:32:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:36:13.623+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I make mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;I am out of control&lt;br /&gt;and at times hard to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you can't handle me at my worst,&lt;br /&gt;then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; —Marilyn Monroe&lt;span 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title='Quote Of The Week'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-8101857453518444336</id><published>2008-12-05T19:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:14:49.481+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song For A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you got me&lt;br /&gt;and I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know we'll got a lot to go around&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your friend&lt;br /&gt;your other brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another love to come and comfort you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll keep reminding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it's the only thing I ever do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-8101857453518444336?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/8101857453518444336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=8101857453518444336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8101857453518444336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8101857453518444336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/12/song-for-friend.html' title='Song For A Friend'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-6716376100021052652</id><published>2008-12-03T18:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:00:56.871+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Online at College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a quick fun update :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I tan easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I have/I've had braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I wear glasses/contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have more than 2 piercing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have piercing in places besides my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have freckles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Family/Home Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've sworn at my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've run away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] My biological parents are together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I want to have kids someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;School/Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I'm in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I almost always do/did my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've stolen something from my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been fired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've peed from laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've glued my hand to something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've had my pants rip in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I was born with a disease/impairment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've gotten stitches/staples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I had a serious surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've had chicken pox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've had measles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Traveling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've driven over 200 miles in one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've been on a plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Experiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've wished on a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been to a casino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been skydiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've played spin the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've crashed a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been skiing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've been in a play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've met someone in person from myspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've seen the Northern lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've played chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[] I've played a prank on someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've eaten sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been snowboarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I'm single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I'm in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I'm engaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I'm married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been the dumped more than the dumper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've gotten divorced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on a teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've hugged a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have kissed a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've cheated on a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've run a red light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've witnessed a crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've been in a fist fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Drugs/Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've consumed alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I regularly drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've passed out from drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've smoked weed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've eaten shrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've popped E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've inhaled Nitrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've done hard drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I take anti-depressants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I'm anorexic or bulimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've hurt myself on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I've woken up crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Death and Suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I'm afraid of dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I hate funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've seen someone dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've planned my own suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've attempted suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Materialism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I collect comic books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I own something from The Gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I own something I got on e-bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I can sing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I open up to others easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I don't kill bugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I curse regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I sing in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I am a morning person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I twirl my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I love being neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I love Spam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've worn pajamas to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I know how to shoot a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I am in love with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I believe in ghosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I am really ticklish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I love white chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I bite my nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;[ ] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-6716376100021052652?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057854340917091862.post-1634960939215403573</id><published>2008-11-25T18:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:21:31.132+11:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Waks dapet pe-er dari &lt;/span&gt;Nadhira&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;1. Each blogger must post this rules&lt;br /&gt;2. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habit about themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. Blogger that are tagged need write about their own blog their ten things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;4. You need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't forget to live them comment telling them they've been tagged and to read your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Optimis. Kadang kelewatan, yang di kamus didefinisikan sebagai: 'naif'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Gampang ketawa. Uda gitu kalo ketawa lupa jaim lagi. *ah, sejak kapan aku bisa jaim?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Nggak betah pake rok, high heels, kosmetik, pokoknya woman stuff gitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Nggak bisa masak, jahit, bebersih… yaya, emang cacat gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Gampang terharu… tepatnya CENGENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Cuek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Spontan. Kebiasaan ngomong ato ngelakuin suatu hal gak dipikir dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Pemimpi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Ambisius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Suka mengeluh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Ha! Akhirnya selese jugak. Pe-er ini kubagikan pada… jeng jeng jeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Rico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Aris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:10;"  &gt;Tar aja baru ta pikirin. Hayo dibuat!&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-1634960939215403573?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1634960939215403573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1634960939215403573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1634960939215403573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1634960939215403573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-random-facts.html' title='10 Random Facts'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-3343369851658822602</id><published>2008-11-24T17:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:02:15.571+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kambing Jantan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Syit komik KJ terbit 5 Desember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hidup bisa lebih nggak adil lagi nggak sih?&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/1057854340917091862-3343369851658822602?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/3343369851658822602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=3343369851658822602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3343369851658822602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3343369851658822602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/11/kambing-jantan.html' title='Kambing Jantan'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-5322941485298783066</id><published>2008-11-24T16:56:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:56:32.066+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Sedang apa, sedang apa, sedang apa sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Sedang pusing, sedang pusing, sedang pusing sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Pusing apa, pusing apa, pusing apa sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Pusing packing, pusing packing, pusing packing sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Packing apa, packing apa, packing apa sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Packing apa sekarang?&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/1057854340917091862-5322941485298783066?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/5322941485298783066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=5322941485298783066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5322941485298783066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5322941485298783066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/11/pusing.html' title='Pusing'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7686516195960326095</id><published>2008-11-24T16:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:27:39.016+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Iseng</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;1. Km kalau lg serius kaya apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- kapan sih aku pernah serius? hakakakka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;2. Km kalau lg sakit hati biasanya ngelakuin apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- paling bisanya nangis doank *dasar cengeng*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;3. Km kalau jauh dr orangtua gmana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- gak ada bedanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;4. Km kalau jauh dr pcar gmana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- pacar yang mana yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;5. Hari ini ngapain aja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- bangun tidur, bengong, nunda2 packing barang2…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;6.Orang terakhir yg km ajak ngobrol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- papi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;7. Orang terakhr yg makan sm km?Kpn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- makan sendirian… barusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;8. Org terakhr yg smsan ma km?Ngmg apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- bolu… ngajak chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;9. Lagu terakhr yg lagi lo dnger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- missing you nya trey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;10. Tempat tujuan weekend minggu ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- Sydney.. aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;11. Orang terakhr yg ngasih kamu hadiah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- Nanda, buku Rectoverso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;12. Punya pcar brp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- sek sek ya ta itung…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;13. Saat ini apa yg sedang km lakukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- mboh GJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;14. Situasi yg bikin km kesel apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- ndak cukup umur masuk kulia… doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;15. Pilihan apa yg ga bs lo pilih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- mending bawa buku yang ini ato yang itu? *koper tambah penuh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;16. Kapan terakhir km pergi k pantai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- tuh pas festival apaan gitu di Kuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;17. Pernah ga kmu ditinggalin org yg km sayang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- pernah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;18. Perasaan kmu saat itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- Linger – Cranberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;19. Pernah ga kmu jatuh cinta sm org yg ga kmu kenal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- ah, kayak aku ngerti arti cinta aja…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;20. Pernah ga kmu pcran sm org yg lbh muda dr kmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- ndak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;21. Kata apa yg akhr2 ini lo ucapkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- akhir2 ini gak banyak berkata2…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;22. Hr ini makan apa aja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- mie goreng sama telor… *padahal uda janji gag bakal makan indomie. Pasti tamba bego deh masuk kulia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;23. Hr ini km pke bju apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- penting ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;24. Hr ini km mengawali hari ini dgn apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- ngulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;25. Sedang jatuh cinta skrg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;- gak, sedang pusing packing sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-7686516195960326095?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7686516195960326095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7686516195960326095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7686516195960326095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7686516195960326095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/11/iseng.html' title='Iseng'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-6091141675600841337</id><published>2008-11-22T22:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:51:32.073+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang Komitmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ketika alasanmu untuk jatuh cinta kepada seseorang lenyap, akankah perasaan cinta ikut memudar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jika ia tidak lagi rupawan, jutawan, intelek,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;…baik hati ataupun pengertian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bukankah itu gunanya komitmen? Mempertahankan hubungan ketika perasaan sedang goyah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The million dollar question is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seberapa berartikah nilai sebuah komitmen di matamu&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*when you are taken, how far will you go to risk your commitment, your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you are single, how much will you convince yourself not to ruin anyone's relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wiydiy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-6091141675600841337?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/6091141675600841337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=6091141675600841337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6091141675600841337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6091141675600841337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/11/tentang-komitmen.html' title='Tentang Komitmen'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-6900333027851837502</id><published>2008-11-22T21:32:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:32:41.771+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;See the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Know it's time for &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; to pack up all the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;And find &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt; truly lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;If everything has been written, so &lt;strong&gt;why worry&lt;/strong&gt;, we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;It's you and me with a little left of sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;If life is ever changing, so &lt;strong&gt;why worry&lt;/strong&gt;, we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;It's still you and I with silly smile as we wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;how will it be&lt;/strong&gt;? Sometimes we just can't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;A neighbor, a lover, a joker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Or a friend you can count on forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;How happy, how tragic, how sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;The sun's still up and life remains a &lt;strong&gt;mystery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;So, would it be nice to sit back in silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Despite all the &lt;strong&gt;wisdom&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;fantasies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Having &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; close to my heart as I say a little grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt; for this moment cause I know that you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Grow a day older and see how this &lt;strong&gt;sentimental fool &lt;/strong&gt;can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;When she tries to write a birthday song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;When she thinks so hard to make your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;When she's getting lost in all her thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;When she waits a whole day to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt; for this moment cause I know that I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Grow a day older and see how this &lt;strong&gt;sentimental fool&lt;/strong&gt; can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;When he ache his arms to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;When he picks up lines to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;When he's getting lost in all his calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;When we can't wait to say: 'I love you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;If everything has been written down, so &lt;strong&gt;why worry&lt;/strong&gt;, we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;It's you and me with a little left of sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grow A Day Older - Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/1057854340917091862-6900333027851837502?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/6900333027851837502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=6900333027851837502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6900333027851837502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6900333027851837502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/11/sentimental-fool.html' title='Sentimental Fool'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-931485710343576324</id><published>2008-11-21T01:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:46:00.863+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;[Gabriella]&lt;br/&gt;I gotta say what's on my mind&lt;br/&gt;Something about us&lt;br/&gt;Doesn't seem right these days&lt;br/&gt;Life keeps gettin in the way&lt;br/&gt;Whenever we try, somehow the plan&lt;br/&gt;Is always &lt;strong&gt;rearranged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's so &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; to say&lt;br/&gt;But I've gotta do what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be okay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;br/&gt;I just don't belong &lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br/&gt;We might find our place in this world someday&lt;br/&gt;But at least for now&lt;br/&gt;I gotta go my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't wanna&lt;/strong&gt; leave it all behind&lt;br/&gt;But I get my hopes &lt;strong&gt;up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I watch them &lt;strong&gt;fall &lt;/strong&gt;every time&lt;br/&gt;Another color turns to grey&lt;br/&gt;And it's just &lt;strong&gt;too hard&lt;/strong&gt; to watch it all&lt;br/&gt;Slowly fade away&lt;br/&gt;I'm leaving today 'cause I gotta do what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;br/&gt;I just don't belong &lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br/&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;br/&gt;World someday&lt;br/&gt;But at least for now&lt;br/&gt;I gotta go my own way&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Troy]&lt;br/&gt;What about us? &lt;br/&gt;What about everything we've been through? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Gabriella]&lt;br/&gt;What about trust? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Troy]&lt;br/&gt;You know I never wanted to hurt you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Gabriella]&lt;br/&gt;what about me? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Troy]&lt;br/&gt;What am I supposed to do? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Gabriella]&lt;br/&gt;I gotta leave but &lt;strong&gt;I'll miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Troy]&lt;br/&gt;I'll miss you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Gabriella]&lt;br/&gt;So&lt;br/&gt;I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Troy]&lt;br/&gt;Why do you have to go? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Gabriella]&lt;br/&gt;I just don't belong &lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Troy]&lt;br/&gt;I'm trying to understand&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Gabriella]&lt;br/&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;br/&gt;World someday&lt;br/&gt;But at least for now&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Troy]&lt;br/&gt;I want you to stay&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Gabriella]&lt;br/&gt;I gotta go my own way&lt;br/&gt;I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Troy]&lt;br/&gt;What about us? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Gabriella]&lt;br/&gt;I just don't belong here&lt;br/&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Troy]&lt;br/&gt;I'm trying to understand&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Gabriella]&lt;br/&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;br/&gt;World someday&lt;br/&gt;But at least for now&lt;br/&gt;I gotta go my own way&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/1057854340917091862-931485710343576324?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/931485710343576324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=931485710343576324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/931485710343576324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/931485710343576324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/11/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-4045145356413299449</id><published>2008-11-01T16:24:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:24:43.822+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaa… sakit sakit sakit sakit… sakit gigi yang waktu lalu, setelah dicek dokter ternyata bukan bolong, cuman rongga antara gigi2 terlalu dalem… aku heran kenapa dulu2 nggak pernah kayak gini? Masak iya baru sekarang rongganya jadi dalem? Syit sakit banget… entah giginya ato gusinya yang sakit? Rutinitas sikat gigi uda makin menggila.&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/1057854340917091862-4045145356413299449?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/4045145356413299449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=4045145356413299449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/4045145356413299449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/4045145356413299449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1269422246665533404</id><published>2008-10-31T21:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:46:04.167+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagu Anti Selingkuh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ketua MUI menghimbau musisi Indonesia untuk tidak mengusung tema selingkuh dalam lagu2 mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mendengar berita itu dari sebuah acara infotainment gosip membuat saya tertawa kecil. Tertawa besar, dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dari demikian banyaknya masalah moralitas di Indonesia, isu inilah yang dianggap cukup penting oleh pihak MUI sehingga mereka tergelitik untuk mengambil sikap. Benar2 lelucon minggu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pemikirannya, lagu2 bertemakan selingkuh dibuat berdasarkan prediksi minat masyarakat. Dengan kata lain, memperhitungkan apakah suatu lagu dapat diterima dan disukai masyarakat. Lagu yang bagaimanakah yang disukai masyarakat? Yang mewakili kondisi dan perasaan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kesimpulannya, banyaknya lagu dengan tema perselingkuhan, adalah potret kondisi bangsa saat ini. Analisis ini diperkuat dengan banyaknya reality show yang mengedepankan tema serupa. Jadi terpikir di benak saya, apa pelarangan lagu2 bertemakan selingkuh ini merupakan usaha menyedihkan untuk menutup2i betapa rusaknya moral bangsa? Sekalian saja pihak MUI melarang penyiaran reality show berbau perselingkuhan. Dan sinetron. Atau film. Juga buku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Menurut ketua MUI, mereka bukannya hendak membatasi kebebasan berkreativitas, hanya ingin menghimbau para musisi untuk mempertimbangkan dampak buruk yang diakibatkan lagu2 mereka. Saya melihat pernyataan ini cukup merendahkan intelegensia masyarakat. Saya rasa pendapat salah satu musisi Indonesia yang sempat diwawancarai media infotainment itu benar, bahwa masyarakat Indonesia cukup cerdas untuk dapat menentukan dampak baik dan buruk yang dibawa sebuah media, dalam konteks ini media lagu. Saya yakin bangsa kita juga cukup cerdas untuk tidak terbawa dampak buruk lagu2 tersebut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rupa-rupanya kecerdasan itu tercermin dari cuplikan hasil wawancara media infotainment terhadap beberapa musisi yang membawakan lagu bertemakan selingkuh. Mereka bahkan membawa2 nama agama, mungkin sebagai usaha untuk menentang pihak MUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salah satu personel band ST 12 berkomentar (seingat saya kira2 seperti ini), dalam muslim tidak ada yang namanya pacaran. Berarti tidak ada yang namanya selingkuh. Selingkuh hanya eksis setelah menikah. Sedangkan personel Kangen band menyatakan, Rasulullah saja begitu pemaaf pada orang yang bersalah sebanyak 99 kali kepadanya, apalagi kita para hambanya (tentang memaafkan perselingkuhan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Semakin meledak saja tawa saya dalam hati. Mari kita tidak usah memperhitungkan bahwa gender para personel band tersebut di atas adalah laki2, saya hanya ingin mengomentari betapa lemahnya excuse mereka untuk perbuatan berselingkuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bagi saya sih, kalau seseorang menghargai komitmen berpacaran saja tidak bisa, apalagi komitmen menikah? Untuk perkara kecil saja tidak bisa dipercaya, apalagi perkara besar?&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/1057854340917091862-1269422246665533404?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1269422246665533404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1269422246665533404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1269422246665533404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1269422246665533404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/10/lagu-anti-selingkuh.html' title='Lagu Anti Selingkuh'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-3139211591324594454</id><published>2008-10-29T01:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:52:16.423+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi there. Dua jam menjelang pergantian hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tahun lalu, aku tidak siap menjadi tujuh belas. Sebab usia 17 berarti tahun terakhir SMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saatnya mangkat dari OSIS. Pensiun dari Kharisma. Meninggalkan kelas Bahasa. Juga tempatku tinggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*tahun ini tidak akan ada yang menyiramiku dengan &lt;strong&gt;racikan maut&lt;/strong&gt; sehari setelah ulang tahunku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dan terpaksa menemaniku yang seperti tikus kebasahan jalan kaki pulang ke kos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;membawakan tasku serta menertawakan penampilan dan aroma tubuhku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;waktu seharusnya menyelesaikan kewajiban mempersiapkan LDK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*tak ada deadline yang harus dipenuhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yang memaksaku ke percetakan membawa draft majalah dalam flash disk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;segera setelah sabun dan parfum berhasil menyingkirkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bau yang sempat tertinggal dari &lt;strong&gt;racikan maut&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hei, ternyata aku merindukan perdebatan penuh ngotot2an yang membuat kita dipelototi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yang menahan kita sampai malam mencecoki desain layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dan yang membuat mamamu meneleponku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kebingungan mencarimu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*tak ada jenuh dan lelah itu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yang menemaniku mengeluhkan setiap keterlambatan menyongsong pagi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dan hanya terobati dengan canda ria pun gelak tawa kalian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yang mewarnai hari-hariku yang terasa kelabu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*ya, aku juga kehilangan keseruan memainkan monopoli menjelang tengah malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yang telah menjadi tradisi semenjak kita dipersatukan sebagai satu keluarga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;di kota yang sebelumnya asing untuk kita semua…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dan hei, kamu bisa selalu bercerita padaku lagi tentang hidupmu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*dan belum terlupa jam pelajaran agama saat itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pertanyaan2 mengintimidasi tentang kepantasanku berusia 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tentang kepolosan, ketidaktahuan, dan kalian yang menertawakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;setiap jawaban yang terlontar dari mulutku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ya, aku menyimpan video yang kalian rekam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aku tahu kalian mengakui bakat keselebritisanku, haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*terima kasih telah menyanyikan lagu &lt;strong&gt;itu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sehari sebelum ulang tahunku*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terima kasih telah mengerti aku. Telah mempedulikanku. Mendengarkanku. Membuatku tertawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terima kasih telah mengukir jejak di fase tujuh belas-ku… membuatnya berharga. Dan bermakna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Tidak ada wishlist tahun ini. Karna harapan adalah akar kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night, there.&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/1057854340917091862-3139211591324594454?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/3139211591324594454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=3139211591324594454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3139211591324594454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3139211591324594454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-there.html' title='2 Hours'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-2398523352477572765</id><published>2008-10-28T23:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:50:20.268+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinaire Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hai2 people. Yea, aku tau blog ini telantar akir2 ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I tell everything happens in my life to that person, I have nothing left to tell you, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beside, my life isn't that interesting, you know... which is make me wondering why are you still reading to these, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Barusan chat via YM sama Danny, temen SMP yang ternyata bernasib siyal karna bakal satu kota lagi dan terpaksa harus bertemen lagiy sama aku, hahha. Kasiyan sekali kamu, nakk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danny tuh pake nick name kanibal, gara2nya pas SMP kan pernah crita2 tentang bayi 5 bulanan yang dimasak buat dimakan di Cina, trus akunya ga tahan gitu dengernya, trus Danny (sama temen2 cow laen juga) malah jadi semangat manas2in yang ditambah kecap lah, blahblah, yucks ga usa diinget deh, menjijikkan!!! Intinya aku jadinya manggil dia kanibal, eh dipake jadi nick sampe sekarang ternyata. Duh, reminds me to middle school moments, hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah, dy tanya2 gitu soal persiapan aku ke Oz. Pokoknya dy nanyain map college nya, info2 umum tentang kampusku, which is absolutely blank for me. Tanya apartemen, aku juga belom tau alamatnya. So he's kinda start laughing at me… yaya I know aku bener2 harus mulai nyari tau semuanya itu sebelum aku kesasar dan jadi gelandangan di sana. Ngomong2 aku bahkan belum selesai packing… well, aku emang last-minute person. Hahhahah. Still, I could live with this bad habit. Hehheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tadi blogwalking. Setiap ngebaca blog orang, aku selalu kagum dengan para blogger ini. Mereka nyeritain semua tentang hidup mereka gitu aja. Kayak ngeliat hidup orang di kaca transparan… bikin aku wondering, bisa nggak yah aku sejujur mereka? Seantusias mereka, sharing every moment in my life? Well, I'm still working on it. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/1057854340917091862-2398523352477572765?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/2398523352477572765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=2398523352477572765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2398523352477572765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2398523352477572765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/10/hai2-people.html' title='Ordinaire Day'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-2888924458266692860</id><published>2008-10-28T23:15:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:15:52.533+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, I can't read your mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First you ask me not to disturb you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then you tell me &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't find a word to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't even sleep last night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wondering… why are you crying?&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/1057854340917091862-2888924458266692860?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/2888924458266692860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=2888924458266692860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2888924458266692860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2888924458266692860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-you.html' title='Dear You,'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7488139349708936400</id><published>2008-10-22T00:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:13:25.494+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang Terkasih,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kawan2 mahasiswa setanah air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terhitung setelah dinyatakan lulus sejak 14 Juli 2008, saya sangat antusias untuk segera memasuki dunia Anda sekalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya, saya ingin merasakan jenuh, muak, dan lelahnya mengurusi tetek bengek kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya, saya ingin terlibat dalam kesibukan organisasi dan suka duka pergaulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya ingin tertimpa masalah yang akan mendewasakan dan menyiapkan saya untuk menghadapi tantangan hidup lain yang lebih berat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saya ingin berada dalam fase hidup yang sedang kalian jalani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sejujurnya, saya sangat iri dengan status kaum intelek yang sedang kalian sandang. Ya, ya. Saya tahu. Keren kan kedengarannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi saya jadi menyangsikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apa benar, mahasiswa itu kaum intelek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Habisnya, susah2 sekolah bertaun2, bukankah semakin pandai menyelesaikan masalah dengan otak yang kian terasah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kok ya masih dengan tidak bijaksana bersedia tawuran, untuk alasan apapun? Bukankah itu cara manusia purba yang tak berpendidikan untuk menyelesaikan masalah, ribuan tahun lalu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lalu apa inti dari seluruh proses pembelajaran yang telah Anda sekalian jalani selama ini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hai kalian para kaum intelek?&lt;/strong&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/1057854340917091862-7488139349708936400?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7488139349708936400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7488139349708936400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7488139349708936400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7488139349708936400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/10/yang-terkasih.html' title='Yang Terkasih,'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-5774796353848275909</id><published>2008-10-19T00:55:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:55:06.846+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Di Atas Langit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di atas langit akan selalu ada langit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Karena itu jangan mengejar langit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kau tak'kan pernah sampai.&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/1057854340917091862-5774796353848275909?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/5774796353848275909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=5774796353848275909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5774796353848275909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/5774796353848275909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/10/di-atas-langit.html' title='Di Atas Langit'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1444596504052415161</id><published>2008-10-06T22:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:52:24.197+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mother Like Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother : Semangat empat-lima shopping baju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daughter : Semangat empat-lima shopping buku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*bukannya ga suka baju baru… cuma ga tahan proses ngepas2 itu loooooo. Belum lagi kalo ada sesi ngotot2an nawar harga. Masya Kristus ribetnya! Apalagi yang namanya ibu2 itu kalo belanja baju… haduh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**sebaliknya, mami juga ga tahan tuh nungguin aku hunting di Gramed. Hehe**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother : Ke manapun, kapanpun… dandan nomer satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daughter : Ke manapun, kapanpun… dandan nomer satu… dari belakang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*yups, makanya kontras banget kalo kita pergi bareng. Biasanya mami pake sundress, high heels, make up, kadang rambut di-blow segala. Aku? Apapun yang lagi dipake pas diajak. Mostly kaos, celana pendek, sandal jepit.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother : Jago masak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daughter : Jago ngabisin masakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*hiks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother : Jago jahit-menjahit. Bisa bikin baju sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daughter : Jago bikin kancing baju copot, celana robek…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*dasar hiperaktif*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother : Kalo diajak pergi lama dandannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daughter : Kalo diajak pergi lama nyariin dompetnya, hapenya, sandal jepitnya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother : Lemari dipenuhi baju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daughter : Lantai dipenuhi buku. Lemari bukunya kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*pemalas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pokoknya sangat bertolak belakang deh. Tar kalo nemu lagi ditambahin list-nya.&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/1057854340917091862-1444596504052415161?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1444596504052415161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1444596504052415161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1444596504052415161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1444596504052415161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='Like Mother Like Daughter'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7119751839386391479</id><published>2008-10-06T22:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:23:14.982+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In Their Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hai2 semua! Tanpa terasa uda hampir lewat seminggu di bulan Oktober… bulan depan insya Kristus aye dah bisa kuliaaa. Hihiy. Kemaren karna iseng aku ngirim sms ke semua orang, minta mereka mendeskripsikan aku dalam satu kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sonia voted : Lucu; Theo voted : Mbanyol; Itha voted : Kocak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sama aja*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christine dan Brian voted : Aneh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*gag heran :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ivanna dan Ika voted : Lemot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Sasha tadinya juga… trus diganti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sasha voted : Kreatif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*duh, love ya Sha!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fabi voted : Balita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*siyaul padahal umur dia lebih kecil 2 bulan 20 hari dari aku*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenn voted : Polos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*no comment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nanda voted : Ambisius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anita voted : Perfeksionis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yona voted : Batu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Titi voted : Unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vann voted : Marshmallow isi batu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*alasannya di luar aku keliatan manis dan lembut, tapi dalemnya sebenernya kuat* ==a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bolu voted : Misterius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*@.@*"&gt;*@.@*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gita voted : Best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Syeba voted : Cheer alias ceria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ilsa voted : BerwawasanLuas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*ngotot ini disebut satu kata*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mel voted : Unik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diskualifikasi satu vote dari UniQ karna dia mendeskripsikan aku dengan namaku. Satu lagi didiskualifikasi karna memberi tujuh pilihan *emangnya soal pilihan ganda*. Kalian mendukung voter yang mana? Favoritku yang dari Titi, haha thanks ti. xD&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/1057854340917091862-7119751839386391479?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7119751839386391479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7119751839386391479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7119751839386391479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7119751839386391479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-their-eyes.html' title='In Their Eyes'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7638429991974712228</id><published>2008-10-06T00:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:47:59.637+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding ‘Ryan’</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;"To you, she may just be a huge crazy fans from Masachussets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know she could be a little impulsive and carried away sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But she's the most amazing girl you'll ever met,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you're lucky to have her cares so much about you." –Ryan, LOVEWRECKED&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/1057854340917091862-7638429991974712228?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7638429991974712228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7638429991974712228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7638429991974712228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7638429991974712228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/10/finding-ryan.html' title='Finding ‘Ryan’'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-6849782353592649021</id><published>2008-09-30T03:21:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T03:26:32.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Kita semua selalu mencari orang yang tepat untuk kita…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Tapi bagaimana kalau setelah menemukannya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Ia punya gambaran orang yang tepat untuknya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Yang ternyata bukan kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Mungkin pengertian 'tepat' itu begitu luasnya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Tepat, karna dia baik hati…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Cakep, keren, pinter, jago sesuatu, tajir, enak diajak ngobrol, bermasa depan cerah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Tapi mungkin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Ada pengertian 'tepat' yang selama ini luput…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;'tepat' yang dideskripsikan sebagai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dia yang mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8 font-style:italic;"&gt;start looking for the right one…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-6849782353592649021?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/6849782353592649021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=6849782353592649021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6849782353592649021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6849782353592649021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7842510359544399909</id><published>2008-09-29T00:53:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:53:43.095+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bagaimana aku bisa melawan garis batas dalam hubungan kami yang makin lama makin kabur ini, kalau aku sangat menikmati kebersamaanku dengannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    "Tapi jangan marah padaku kalau aku mendekatimu terus, oke? Karena aku tidak mau menyerah. Aku masih punya banyak waktu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    "Seharusnya kau tidak menyia-nyiakannya untukku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    "Aku memang ingin melakukannya, selama kau masih suka bersamaku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    "Aku tidak bisa membayangkan aku tak suka bersamamu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    "Itu sudah cukup buatku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Aku terjerumus lebih dalam daripada yang awalnya kurencanakan dengan orang lain. Sekarang aku tak tega menyakiti hatinya, tapi aku juga tak bisa menahan diri untuk terus menerus menyakitinya. Ia mengira waktu dan kesabaran akan mengubahku, dan, walaupun aku tahu ia salah besar, tapi aku juga tahu aku akan membiarkannya mencoba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Ia sahabatku. Aku tidak pernah berniat mencintai dia. Aku akan selalu sayang padanya, tapi itu takkan pernah cukup. –&lt;strong&gt;Isabella Swan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sudah, cukup.&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/1057854340917091862-7842510359544399909?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7842510359544399909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7842510359544399909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7842510359544399909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7842510359544399909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-7072505294580014006</id><published>2008-09-28T00:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:52:36.519+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buku terakhir yang kubaca adalah &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;, keduanya oleh Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pertama kali baca, aku ngerasa terkesan karna meskipun itu adalah fiksi fantasi romantis yang plot utamanya mengenai cerita cinta klise, Stephenie Meyer mengisahkannya dengan cukup unik dan kiasan yang digunakannya pas. &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Banyak bagian yang ngebuat aku ngerasa : hei, aku juga merasa begini, aku juga merasa begitu. &lt;/span&gt;Pokoknya Meyer berhasil membuatku merasakan &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;déjà vu yang kental&lt;/span&gt; sewaktu ngebaca bukunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi waktu aku ngebaca ulang, well. Aku harus mengakui, kisah cinta ini cukup mengumbar kata-kata gombal. Aku jadi agak ilfil. Sebenernya poin2 yang ingin disampaikan indah dan menyentuh, &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;cuma mungkin ada beberapa yang terlalu berlebihan cara menceritakannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terus, tadi aku ngobrak-abrik rak bukuku karna pengen ngebaca ulang komik favoritku sepanjang masa : &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Throbbing Tonight&lt;/span&gt;. Sebenernya lengkapnya ada 30 jilid, tapi aku cuma suka sampe nomer 16. Setelah jilid itu kesannya si pengarang cuma manjang2in ceritanya. Aduh, ga fokus lagi aku. Pokoknya, aku jadi ngerasa ceritanya mirip dengan buku2 Stephenie Meyer. Cuma bedanya tokoh utama ceweknya yang vampir, dan… hm. Banyak sih bedanya, tapi banyak juga bagian yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ada tokoh vampir, manusia serigala, ada yang punya kekuatan ngebaca pikiran, bisa ke masa depan juga, intinya tetep kisah cinta antara si gadis vampir dengan seorang cowok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mungkin Meyer terinspirasi sama komik ini ato ini murni kebetulan? &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Apa dari sekian banyak orang di dunia, emang ada yang bisa memiliki pemikiran yang semirip ini?&lt;/span&gt; Ato para editor punya pertimbangan yang sama bahwa &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;hanya cerita2 semacem ini yang memiliki nilai komersil&lt;/span&gt;? Bagaimanapun ini mengakibatkan aku jadi cukup ilfil sama dwilogi nya Stephenie Meyer ini. Mungkin karna berkecimpung di dunia jurnalistik (dan mencintainya), &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;aku benci sekali dengan ide plagiatisme, dan kemiripan ini mau nggak mau ngebawa aku ke pemikiran negatif itu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di luar keilfilanku, &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;aku suka beberapa dialog dan pemikiran tokoh2 utama buku ini&lt;/span&gt;. Ada kemiripan juga antara aku dengan tokoh Bella. Misalnya ketidaksukaan akan hujan, matematika, olahraga… bisa dibikin tabel kayaknya kalo di data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekarang aku lagi ngidam baca buku terbarunya &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;DEE&lt;/span&gt;, judulnya &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Recto Verso&lt;/span&gt;. Lagunya ('Malaikat Juga Tahu') sukses ngebikin aku makin ngebet pengen baca buku ini.&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/1057854340917091862-7072505294580014006?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/7072505294580014006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=7072505294580014006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7072505294580014006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/7072505294580014006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-2291673049655918540</id><published>2008-09-28T00:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:47:47.073+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Perancis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tadi adalah pertemuan kedua terakhir dari sesi les bahasa perancisku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melegakan sekali. Tinggal sekali lagi dan semua berakhir. Jangan salah, aku suka belajar bahasa perancis. Tapi aku gak suka belajar terlalu serius. &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Buatku belajar bahasa asing itu hobi semusim&lt;/span&gt;. Hobi semusim itu kayak semisal ade2ku (triple er) lagi suka tamiya waktu booming beberapa taun lalu. Trus gila PS, zamannya PS 2 baru dibeli dan masih jaya2nya. Dan sekarang kecanduan game online. Nah, belajar bahasa asing tuh kayak gitu buatku. Cuma aja, hobi semusim ini masih punya sedikit kontinuitas, kalo di masa mendatang aku perlu yah tinggal dilanjutin dari tingkat yang udah kukuasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oke aku tau kamu mulai berpikir aku gila, belajar bahasa asing dijadiin hobi semusim. Gak papa, aku udah terbiasa dianggep gila dan aneh. Temen2 sekelasku dulu aja sepakat menjulukiku alien. Silakan meneruskan anggapan Anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah, rupanya guruku ini agak terlalu bersemangat dalam mengajar. Dia kirain aku juga sama bersemangatnya dengan dia. &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Dia kira aku selalu mengulangi pelajaran yang diberikan setiap pulang les.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maaf ya pak. Aku emang lagi liburan dan sangat amat nganggur di rumah. Tapi waktu nganggur itu kupake buat riset &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;berapa-banyak-berita-yang-diulang-setiap-harinya-dalam-berbagai-stasiun-tivi-dengan-waktu-yang-berbeda&lt;/span&gt;. Dan ini gak cuma berlaku buat gossip di infotainment. Segmen berita juga loh. Sampe eneg aku denger kemacetan-menjelang-lebaran, harga-daging-menjelang-lebaran, penarikan-produk-susu-cina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yo oloh aku sampe hafal. Aku sampe hafal isi berita yang disiarkan! Aku bahkan bisa menjelaskan dengan lengkap dan terperinci detail berita yang ada di tivi belakangan. &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Ini adalah bukti betapa nganggurnya aku&lt;/span&gt;. Dan aku masih harus bertahan sebulan lagi. Ditambah les bahasa perancis sudah mo berakhir. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paling nggak kalo ada les, ada hal yang wajib aku kerjakan. Walaupun entah kenapa aku selalu ngerasa ngantuk begitu nyampe di tempat les.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, tadi ada kejadian lucu waktu Rico jemput aku pake motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ric, papi pergi jalan2 yah sama mami?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Iyah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh." Langsung nelpon papi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Ngomong di hape: "Papi lagi sama mami yah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Aku baru tau setelah Rico cerita, waktu aku ngobrol sama papa di telepon, dia ngirain aku lagi ngajak aku ngobrol. Waktu aku nanya gini, ternyata Rico &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;sibuk sendiri nganggukin kepala&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Masih&lt;/span&gt; ngomong di hape: "Pergi ke mana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Rico &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;sibuk sendiri ngangkat bahu&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Tetep &lt;/span&gt;ngomong di hape: "Ngapain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Rico &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;tetep sibuk mengangkat bahu&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku masih pengen ketawa sampe sekarang. Ya ampun, di sela2 hidup yang ngebosenin banget kayak hidupku sekarang sebagai pengangguran, punya adek kayak Rico agak menghibur. &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Bisa ditertawakan sepuasnya karna selalu berbuat bodoh&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahhaha.&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/1057854340917091862-2291673049655918540?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/2291673049655918540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=2291673049655918540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2291673049655918540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2291673049655918540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/les-perancis.html' title='Les Perancis'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-3988022883138604435</id><published>2008-09-28T00:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:46:10.884+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Teethache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hai semua! Hari ini aku mengawali hari dengan gigi yang ngilu di kanan atas dan bawah. Betul, &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;double attack&lt;/span&gt;. Aku takut gigiku bolong, tapi aku pernah denger katanya kalo tumbuh gigi emang ada rasa sakit. Jadi aku telpon Nanda, nanya, giginya sakit gag? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siyalnya, ternyata XL nelpon ke Telkomsel mahal berad. Nanda sih pake selingkuh ke Telkomsel segala! Tapi XL emang patut diselingkuhi. Abis sinyalnya bikin esmosi! Ahyasutralayah. Toh sebulan lagiy aku meninggalkan negri ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to topic, Nanda ngetawain aku dan memberikan saran bijak: &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;"Makanya jangan terlalu rajin sikat gigi!"&lt;/span&gt; Hm. Sebetulnya aku emang agak kronis menyangkut sikat-menyikat gigi. Setiap makan sesuatu yang rasanya terlalu kuat aku cenderung sikat gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Karna itu keluhanku pagi ini juga bikin mama bingung. Soalnya di rumah yang sikat giginya paling aktif dipake itu cuma punyaku. Ade2ku yang laen kan manusia purba, gak mengenal sikat gigi. Haha. Gak sih, mereka males sikat gigi. Makanya pada penuh tambalan tuh gigi mereka. Ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tadinya malem ini mo ke dokter gigi. Tapi si gigi uda gak ngilu, jadi besok2 aja deh kalo sakit lagi. Menurut Rico sih mungkin gigiku cuma lagi sensi aja. Emang sih, sejak liburan gigiku rewel. Makan panas sedikit ngilu, minum dingin dikit sakit. Adoh, kok aku jadi curhat masalah gigi siy? Gag penting banget, uda ah.&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/1057854340917091862-3988022883138604435?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/3988022883138604435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=3988022883138604435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3988022883138604435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3988022883138604435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/teethache.html' title='Teethache'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-864334829374806231</id><published>2008-09-25T01:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:11:06.950+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suatu sore yang cerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lokasi : Rumah keluarga [ab]normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pelaku : Adek nomer satu [Rico], adek nomer dua [Ricky], adek nomer tiga [Rio]. Jangan tanya kenapa namaku Viny; bukan Rita, Rika, Rina, ato Revalina. Pokoknya jangan tanya, titik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Berikut percakapan yang terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ricky : [makan nugget isi keju dengan rakusnya]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rio : [ngeliatin sambil ngiler]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rico : [diem sejenak ngeliat adegan di atas]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viny : [mikir si Rico ikut ngiler]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rico : [gak bilang apa2, langsung ngebedah si nugget keju]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ricky : [syok karna calon mangsanya diperlakukan secara gak hormat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viny : [bertanya2 apa motif kelakuan bar2 ini? Kayaknya si Rico curiga apakah si calon mangsa udah mateng sempurna ato belon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ternyata bener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rico : [dengan nada gak terima] makanya aku pikir, kok hebat si Ricky bisa masak nugget keju. Aku aja masaknya dibelah dua dulu baru bisa mateng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abis gitu si Rico dengan rela hati menawarkan masakin ulang si nugget keju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viny : [mulai terkagum2. Gila si Rico kakak idaman banget. Ngerasa malu hati jadinya karna sebagai sulung, cewek pula, aku malah cuek2 aja.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Belon resmi terkagum2 sampe puas, si Rico tereak dari dapur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rico : Ce, masakin nih. Aku mo ganti baju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viny : … [dalem hati : batal kagum]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FYI, akirnya Ricky ga jadi makan nugget sore itu.&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/1057854340917091862-864334829374806231?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/864334829374806231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=864334829374806231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/864334829374806231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/864334829374806231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/brotherhood.html' title='Brotherhood'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1371734985575388754</id><published>2008-09-20T00:08:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:08:59.862+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Terbang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dua hari ini aku nonton serial 'Heroes' di Trans 7. Aku jadi mikir, kalo aku dikasi kesempatan memiliki salah satu kekuatan semacam mereka, aku bakal milih apa yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setelah memikirkan berbagai pertimbangan, aku milih terbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dulu, zamannya masi kecil, aku selalu lebih suka ke mana2 pake motor ketimbang mobil. Pertama, waktu kecil aku mabok mobil. Mengenai ini papaku selalu menertawaiku, katanya aku kampungan, gak bisa diajak jadi orang kaya (ini berlaku juga soal selera makan dan salah satu sifatku, tapi kapan2 aja dibahasnya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kedua, aku sangat amat suka sekali merasakan angin menerbangkan rambutku. Aku juga suka memandangi langit, karena itu favoritku adalah pagi hari saat bulan masih ada di langit, dan malam hari untuk menghitung bintang. Kalo siang mah selain panas, angin juga gak bertiup. Sama sekali gak menarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebenernya kesukaanku ini menimbulkan efek samping yang cukup fatal bagiku. Angin membuat rambutku makin terlihat seperti surai singa, haha. Walaupun begitu, sampe sekarang aku masih suka curi2 ngelepas helm di jalan2 tikus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalo aku bisa terbang, pasti menyenangkan bisa ke manapun (kecuali saat cuaca buruk).&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/1057854340917091862-1371734985575388754?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1371734985575388754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1371734985575388754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1371734985575388754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1371734985575388754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/terbang.html' title='Terbang'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1606517766180598908</id><published>2008-09-18T02:44:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:44:28.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Janji</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Terborgol aku dalam ilusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Aku adalah napi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;terbelenggu harapan yang telah mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Bibirku terjahit perih, sehingga tanyaku berbaur dalam sunyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Meninggalkan bayang bening di kelopak mata, ketika kusadari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Janji hanyalah untaian kata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;yang terapung di permukaan ingatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;lalu tenggelam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;…dan hilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;[November 2007]&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/1057854340917091862-1606517766180598908?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1606517766180598908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1606517766180598908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1606517766180598908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1606517766180598908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/janji.html' title='Janji'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-2077783483752675731</id><published>2008-09-14T20:04:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:04:18.569+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style='font-size:13pt'&gt;Pacaran itu ngabisin banyak waktu, pikiran, tenaga, dan uang&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hahahahahha…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Bener loh! Kadang kalo tengkar sore2, baru baikan subuhnya, sementara besoknya ada kuliah. Capek nggak sih itu? &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Capek&lt;/span&gt;. Dan kalo kencan? Emang ke mana yang gak pake uang? Untuk mempertahankan suatu hubungan itu susah. &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Nggak segampang membalikkan telapak tangan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kita akhirnya sampe di tahap kayak sekarang ini, di mana kita udah kenal banget satu sama lain, perlu proses yang panjang dan penuh emosi. Dua tahun. Selama itu banyak pertengkaran, banyak air mata, yang sebenernya cuma dipicu hal kecil. Sama dia, aku belajar banyak banget. Aku udah berubah banyak banget. Untuk lebih toleran. Lebih nggak egois. &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Lebih dewasa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan sekarang, ketika kita ketemu orang lain yang lebih cakep, lebih baik, lebih enak diajak ngobrol… &lt;span style='font-size:13pt'&gt;apa bisa dengan mudah give-up sama hubungan yang kita jalani sekarang&lt;/span&gt;? Aduh. Bahwa aku harus mulai dari awal lagi, mulai nyoba mengenal orang lain dan membuat dia mengenal aku, untuk sekali lagi mengalami masa2 pengenalan itu dengan banyak pertengkaran dan macem2nya lagi itu aja, &lt;span style='font-size:12pt'&gt;cuma mikir gitu aja&lt;/span&gt;, aku udah capek. Itupun belum menjamin dengan orang baru ini, aku bisa secocok kayak sama dia sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buatku nggak masuk akal yah, kalo dua orang pedekate sebulan-dua bulan, terus jadian. Kalo kayak gitu, nggak heran cepet putus. Karna, mereka baru mengenal siapa sebenarnya pacar mereka setelah pacaran. Buatku, yang namanya komitmen untuk menerima seseorang menjadi pacarnya, menjadi teman untuk berbagi dalam hidupnya, seharusnya dibuat &lt;span style='font-size:13pt'&gt;setelah mereka benar2 mengenal siapa calon pacarnya itu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Tahu betul baik-buruknya, dan merasa bisa menerima semua itu, baru berkomitmen untuk bersama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di umur kayak kita sekarang, masih zaman apa untuk pacaran sebulan-dua bulan terus putus karna akhirnya kita tau, oh, pacarku ternyata kok kayak gini, pacarku kok ternyata kayak gitu? Aku pikir, dulu tuh naïf banget. Saat seorang cowok ngedeketin kita, dan kita ngerasa cowok ini lumayan, lalu cowok ini nembak, padahal kita belum yakin tentang dia… tapi &lt;span style='font-size:13pt'&gt;kita gak berani nolak dia&lt;/span&gt;, karna takut kalo meminta untuk tetap jadi temen dulu and take it slow, dia bakal nyari cewek lain. Harusnya, kalo seorang cowok bener2 suka sama kita, &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;dia bakal nunggu sampe kita siap&lt;/span&gt;. Kalo akhirnya dia nyari cewek lain, bukannya itu pertanda dia nggak serius? Bukannya artinya, siapapun boleh, asal judulnya 'cewek'? &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Yakin bener2 pengen punya cowok semacam itu&lt;/span&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/1057854340917091862-2077783483752675731?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/2077783483752675731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=2077783483752675731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2077783483752675731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2077783483752675731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/phone-call.html' title='Phone Call'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1627771623745827351</id><published>2008-09-14T19:27:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:27:36.769+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;"When we talk about the world… bukannya kita ngomongin banyak hal yang semestinya perlu minimal belasan halaman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Nggak juga. &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;Aku bisa nulis soal sesuatu yang jauh lebih besar dari dunia, lengkap dengan detail-detail yang lebih rumit, cuma dalam satu kalimat&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lalu, dia membuka stabilo miki dan menulis sesuatu di halaman paling depan bukunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku mengambil buku itu dan membuka halaman pertama, membaca tulisan tangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"L" – Kristy Nelwan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1057854340917091862-1627771623745827351?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1627771623745827351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1627771623745827351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1627771623745827351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1627771623745827351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1175205271739216166</id><published>2008-09-12T23:05:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:11:20.582+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tersenyumlah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku lagi heran deh sama duniaku. Lingkunganku, tempatku tinggal. Kenapa yah, dari tempat penyewaan DVD, supermarket, toko buku, public places deh pokoknya, karyawan2 nya pada pelit senyum?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea, life's tough. But hey… we all have ups and downs in our life. Mungkin aku cuma sekedar seorang customer dari beratus2 orang yang kalian layani setiap harinya, tapi when I say thanks and smile, I expect it makes you reply my smile. I expect you to forget your hectic life for awhile, and give me one little smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apa itu permintaan yang terlalu berat?&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/1057854340917091862-1175205271739216166?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1175205271739216166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1175205271739216166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1175205271739216166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1175205271739216166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/tersenyumlah.html' title='Tersenyumlah'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-6818044513689597607</id><published>2008-09-12T23:05:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:10:45.416+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang Kemiskinan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hai2 fingertale lover, di manapun kalian berada… huahahhaha, cuih, narsis abis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Barusan secara gak sengaja aku nonton Metro TV Hari Ini, yang ngelaporin tentang makanan sampah. Jadi sodara2ku yang berdomisili di Jakarta Barat, ternyata selama 5 taun terakir ini, di daerah tempat tinggal Anda itu, berkeliaranlah para pedagang makanan sampah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makanan sampah? Apaan tuh? Well, definisi makanan sampah itu sendiri adalah makanan sisa yang dibuang dari hotel ato restoran, dipungut pemulung untuk dipilah2 yang mana yang masih bisa dijual ke masyarakat (baca: kita). Hell yeah, udah segila itu lah cara orang menghalalkan segalanya biar bisa dapet uang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mungkin bagi orang2 kayak kita, yang bisa dengan rutin mengakses internet untuk sekedar ngebaca blog gak penting kayak punyaku gini *huah, kayak ada yang baca aja*, cuman ngeliat rupa daging2 sisa yang dijual super murah ini aja udah gak minat yah, lalu bisa dengan santainya melenggang kangkung ke restoran ternama terdekat, makan porsi lengkap dan bisa nambah juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi untuk beberapa orang, mereka mungkin dengan senang hati membeli jenis makanan ini untuk menuntaskan hasrat makan daging, lantaran bosan dengan tahu-tempe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dengan status ekonomi yang dimiliki kebanyakan warga Indonesia, para penjual daging sampah ini tau betul bagaimana caranya berbisnis. Dengan modal harga jual murah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Udah deh, mikirnya aja aku udah speechless gak tau musti ngomentarin apa. Aku pikir, mungkin para penjual ini juga cuma memutar otak, mengesampingkan hati nurani buat bertahan hidup. Aku rasa, mungkin kemiskinan udah segitu hebatnya mengendalikan kita, para manusia.&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/1057854340917091862-6818044513689597607?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/6818044513689597607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=6818044513689597607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6818044513689597607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6818044513689597607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/tentang-kemiskinan.html' title='Tentang Kemiskinan'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-645708554358570</id><published>2008-09-11T03:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:16:11.106+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelukan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selain teletubbies, sepertinya berpelukan adalah budaya kita juga, para cewek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selain cewek histeris yang emang kenal aku di post 'Masalah Ingatan', beberapa temen cewek bakal dengan spontan meluk aku tiap aku pulang ke Bali.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Vin, kangen banget…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Vin, ke mana aja?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ini berlaku juga untuk tante-tanteku yang aku kunjungi kalo aku kebetulan mampir ke kota mereka. Aku sih seperti biasa cengar-cengir aja kayak orang bego, tapi aku sempet ngedapetin pelukan yang mengejutkan. Bukan pelukannya sih yang mengejutkan, tapi berasal dari siapa, itu yang mengejutkanku.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zaman sekolah dulu, seperti cewek seusiaku yang normal dan straight, aku sempet punya crush. Dan seperti skenario drama remaja klise lainnya, 'the crush' suka sama cewek lain. Sebagai temen yang baik, aku akhirnya ngajak kenalan cewek itu, dan ngebantuin mereka berdua kenalan. FYI, akhirnya mereka jadian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suatu saat, waktu aku pulang ke Bali, cewek ini ngeliat dan meluk aku erat dan bilang dua kalimat seperti di atas. It really surprises me… Aku nggak pernah merasa kalo hubungan pertemanan kita cukup dekat, tapi sepertinya bagi dia lain lagi. And telling you the truth, peristiwa ini agak mengusik hatiku. I mean, pertamanya aku 'kan ngajakin bertemen bukan dengan niat murni mo temenan… ada maksud lain di balik itu. Tapi kupikir-pikir lagi, toh ending-nya semua berbahagia, hehe. Dia juga nggak rugi 'kan dengan maksud lainku itu. Sekarang sih kita udah lose contact of each other, but I hope she's doing good with her life, as I do with mine. =)&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/1057854340917091862-645708554358570?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/645708554358570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=645708554358570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/645708554358570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/645708554358570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/pelukan.html' title='Pelukan'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-6040191008891694089</id><published>2008-09-11T03:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:20:07.497+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Masalah Ingatan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selain kelemotanku, aku harus mengaku. Pelupa is my middle name. Terutama menyangkut menghafal wajah dan nama orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beberapa bulan lalu, waktu maen-maen ke SMA-nya Rico, ada yang ngenalin aku. Tapi sumpah, I have no idea siapa dia. Setelah pulang aku baru inget, dia adek kelasku yang dulu sering gila-gilaan bareng di depan teras kelas 3. Huhu, maaf yah aku telah melupakanmu. Maklum otak cacat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trus zaman aku masih SMA, waktu belanja bulanan ala anak kos sama Ita, ada cewek berambut pendek yang nyapa aku dengan wajah ramah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cewek ramah berambut pendek : Halo, kak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cewek cacat: Hah? Halo… (noleh ke Ita) Siapa yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ita : Adek kelas kayaknya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cewek cacat : Hah, kok kenal aku? (bingung, tapi langsung ngelanjutin berbelanja dengan ceria ke bagian cemilan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Habis itu, di sekolah aku ngeliat cewek ramah berambut pendek dan baru inget… dia kan anak kelas satu yang ikut LDK OSIS kapan itu, aku 'kan TIGA HARI tinggal di tempat yang SAMA dengan dia! Bego abis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flash back ke tiga taun lalu, pas aku iseng-iseng tes SPMB di SMANSA, ada orang yang manggil aku dengan histeris. "VINY! VINY 'KAN??!" trus dia meluk aku. Dhuer… sapa nih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cewek cacat : Um.. siapa yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cewek histeris yang kayaknya kenal aku : Masa kamu lupa, kita les bareng di ILP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cewek cacat : (dengan semangat) OH! Iya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cewek histeris yang kayaknya kenal aku : OH iya apa? Lupa ya? Hayo, siapa namaku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cewek cacat yang lagi2 pura2 inget soalnya nggak enak ati : Uh… maaf ya, aku bener-bener lupa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cewek histeris yang kayaknya kenal aku : (nyebut nama… yang mana aku udah lupa. Aduh, maaf banget yah, siapapun namamu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baru setelah seharian mikir, aku inget dia… dulu emang temen baik banget, maaf banget ya… I wonder how are you now… kalo kamu baca blog ini, kabarin aku yah, I really want to catch up with you! Pengen tau kelanjutan cerita 'bola'.  ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw buat semua orang yang kenal aku, kalo di taun2 mendatang kita ketemu, tolong sapa aku yah! Kemungkinan besar aku lupa wajah ato namamu, ato lebih parah lagi, mungkin lupa siapa kamu, tapi tolong ingatkan aku… I'll be very glad to see you and remembering you. Buat orang2 yang telah aku lupakan, duh, bener2 maaf banget… Gimana yah caranya improving daya ingat? *desperately need help*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Out of topic, taun lalu pas di travel menuju Malang, aku duduk di sebelah cowok seusiaku. Tampangnya lumayan dan aku bertanya-tanya, anak mana yah? Somehow dia ngajak ngobrol dan semakin aku liat, penampilan dan gaya ngomongnya semakin familiar. Ternyata dia temen sebangkuku waktu kelas 5 SD dulu. Sobatku ada yang sempet naksir dia, dan histeris waktu tau. Haha. What a life, huh?&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/1057854340917091862-6040191008891694089?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/6040191008891694089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=6040191008891694089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6040191008891694089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/6040191008891694089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/masalah-ingatan.html' title='Masalah Ingatan'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-3088749253642565614</id><published>2008-09-11T03:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:21:03.508+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak SMP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zaman SMP dulu, begitu Rico ngelebihin tinggiku, semua temenku mulai mengira dia pacarku. Mungkin karna kita gak mirip. Apalagi kita sering ditelantarin gitu, pulang sekolah nungguin di depan SMP, gak dijemput-jemput sampe berjam-jam. (menerawang mengenang kepahitan masa lampau)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, sekarang, begitu aku lulus SMA, semua adek2ku uda ngelebihin tinggiku. Bahkan yang di kelas 1 SMP. Dan waktu aku masang fotoku berdua &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;monster&lt;/span&gt; adek bungsuku sebagai primary photo di Friendster, temenku ngirain dia pacarku! Padahal kata orang2, di antara adek2ku, aku paling mirip sama yang bungsu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku jadi agak bingung menanggapi komentar temenku ini. Apa itu berarti muka adekku tua dan mirip lulusan SMA? Ato mukaku yang sepadan sama anak SMP? *Pertanyaan ini sudah terjawab di beberapa postingan sebelumnya, sigh* Ya udah sih, look at the bright side aja. Kesimpulannya ade2ku bisa disogok (sumpah ade2ku matre semua, terutama kalo lagi ngidam maen game onlen di warnet deket rumah) jadi pacar boongan kalo ada kasus darurat *terinspirasi film*.&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/1057854340917091862-3088749253642565614?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.friendster.com/vny29' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/3088749253642565614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=3088749253642565614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3088749253642565614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3088749253642565614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/anak-smp.html' title='Anak SMP?'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-8197056030559776217</id><published>2008-09-11T02:12:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T02:12:15.012+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hang around with your best friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Making surprise birthday gift project in your pal's house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(and pretending you forget his birthday),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having fun in WaterBoom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching sunset on Kuta beach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking silly photos in the &lt;em&gt;middle&lt;/em&gt; of the road in front of your &lt;em&gt;middle&lt;/em&gt; school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hours phone conversations on midnight talking about faith and fears of future,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of caring messages from old friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shopping day with family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleepy foreign language lessons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A whole night surfing on internet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then wake up afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing games, watching good movies, reading plenty of books, day-dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doing nothing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of free time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonderful holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretend listening teachers seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleepless night working on assignments and tests,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being late for classes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grumbling around about school and life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rejecting invitation from your friend because of test or assignment's deadline,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having bad marks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking remedial test,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learning boring things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doing stupid researches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Analyze complicated problems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have to wake up early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Promises to be keep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meeting to attend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Making decisions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking about money management,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(and start money-making),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds like heaven.&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/1057854340917091862-8197056030559776217?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/8197056030559776217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=8197056030559776217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8197056030559776217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8197056030559776217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-77342071437168321</id><published>2008-09-10T00:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:32:56.728+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang Magang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gogirl! edisi bulan ini udah terbit! Ini adalah edisi yang sangat aku tunggu2, karna merupakan edisi buatan anak2 magang. Ya, bulan Mei lalu Gogirl! bikin lowongan magang, dan aku excited banget pengen magang jadi reporter-nya, tapi &lt;span style='font-size:18pt'&gt;ditolak&lt;/span&gt;. Hiks. Worse than that, they don't even tell me that I'm not in. Aku menunggu2 dengan &lt;strong&gt;penuh harap&lt;/strong&gt; sebulan penuh, sampek akhirnya nelpon ke kantor mereka. Dan kata mas2 yang menjawab telponku, cewek2 yang diterima magang uda ditelponin &lt;span style='font-size:14pt'&gt;sejak lama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:18pt'&gt;DHUAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selama aktif di kegiatan OSIS dan redaksi majalah sekolah, yang namanya pengalaman ditolak itu udah sering banget aku alamin. Ngajuin proposal, ditolak. Ngajuin permintaan dana, ditolak. Emang nyebelin BANGET. Kebanyakan dari mereka yang menolak bahkan nggak memperhatikan betapa kekuasaan yang kita berikan sama mereka (untuk menolak kita) itu sangat berarti buat kita. Tapi lama2, toh yang dulunya berarti itu jadi nggak terlalu berarti. Karna uda pengalaman banyak yang nolak, di otak jadi terprogram antisipasi untuk nggak berharap banyak. Untuk kasus ngelamar magang ini juga aku udah ngulang2 dalem hati, udahlah Vin, jangan terlalu berharap. Tapi aku bener2 &lt;span style='font-size:16pt'&gt;suka banget&lt;/span&gt; nulis dan aku suka banget majalah ini… Jadi yah, kecewa aja sih. Sedih mah gak usah ditanya. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. makasih gak terhingga buat :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeni&lt;/strong&gt; yang sejak awal yakin aku bakal diterima… lebai kamu Jen. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivanna&lt;/strong&gt; yang menghibur dengan bilang, 'yang diterima mah pasti yang uda twenty something, Vin. Sama yang tinggalnya di Jakarta…'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kayaknya sih tentang tempat tinggal itu bener Na. Sebenernya aku juga bingung sih mo tinggal di mana kalo sampek diterima segala. Hehe.&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/1057854340917091862-77342071437168321?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/77342071437168321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=77342071437168321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/77342071437168321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/77342071437168321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/tentang-magang.html' title='Tentang Magang'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-219199577315837490</id><published>2008-09-10T00:32:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:32:48.571+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Panitia Teladan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Panitia lomba yang baik, adalah mereka yang :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mengadakan lomba yang mencerdaskan anak bangsa (tsahh… bahasaku), memacu kreatifitas, dan menjunjung tinggi originalitas, terutama kalo &lt;strong&gt;sudah mencantumkan demikian di peraturan lomba&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Konsisten donk&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bekerja sama dengan juri yang kompeten di &lt;strong&gt;bidang yang diperlombakan &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;KONSISTEN, donk&lt;/em&gt;!), dan yang lebih penting lagi, juri yang mampu menilai kelayakan karya peserta. Bukankah juri yang baik mampu melihat secara obyektif, adil dan bijaksana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mampu menyediakan penghargaan yang pantas untuk para peserta yang sudah meluangkan waktu, tenaga, pikiran dan biaya yang tidak sedikit demi lomba yang telah mereka adakan. &lt;em&gt;Hello, SATU sertifikat untuk TIGA orang?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan tanpa pengurangan rasa hormat, secara khusus aku menganugrahkan award panitia lomba THE WORST taun ini kepada kakak-kakak panitia di Universitas Ubaya, Surabaya, terima kasih banyak sudah mengadakan lomba karya tulis ilmiah tingkat nasional. Saya sangat menghargai waktu, tenaga, pikiran dan biaya tidak sedikit yang sudah Anda-Anda relakan supaya lomba ini berjalan lancar, tetapi saya rasa usaha Anda sekalian belum cukup. Cobalah lagi lain kali. *ended with innocent smile*&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/1057854340917091862-219199577315837490?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/219199577315837490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=219199577315837490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/219199577315837490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/219199577315837490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/panitia-teladan.html' title='Panitia Teladan'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-3971285030365125958</id><published>2008-09-09T00:54:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:40:52.614+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SCCYLSSMSD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebelum aku lupa, aku mao cerita dulu soal Rico. Aku akan membuka aib-mu, Ric. Relakanlah! Hehe… jadi kemaren si Rico tiba2 manggil aku gitu, nyodorin koper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rico : Ce, bukain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece Cantik : Hah? (bingung abis, ngeliatin koper sambil mengira2 tipu muslihat apalagi yang sedang diterapkan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rico : Bukain kopernya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik : Emangnya kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rico : (pelan) Ada kecoanya nggak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik : (langsung inget) HUAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yap, sejarah di keluargaku, biasanya koper yang lama nggak dibuka itu… berpotensi sekali muncul kecoa begitu dibuka risletingnya. Dan, sodara2… adekku yang tinggi atletis ini, yang digilai banyak cewek ini… takut berat sama yang namanya kecoa. Hehe… dulu zamannya masi kecil, Rico emang yang paling semangat lari2 deh kalo muncul kecoa tiba2 gitu… Entah kenapa dia paling benci sama binatang satu ini. Kayaknya sama spesies yang laen dia friendly2 aja tuh. Yeah, we all have our fears… &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Temenku ada loh yang takut ama balon. Aneh 'kan? Pertamanya aku kira dia cuma becanda… jadilah aku godain dia supaya berdekatan sama balon… ternyata dia takut beneran, sampe keringet dingin… Duh, maafkan temanmu yang usil ini yah… hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lanjut, beberapa hari ini aku memutuskan bahwa… aku harus mulai hidup sehat. Hehe… sok keren abis, padahal alasan sebenernya, gara2 liburan kerjaanku cuman makan-tidur, makan-tidur terus sampe dunia kiamat, aku yang gendut imut ini tambah gendut tapi imutnya gak nambah. Huahahhahahhaha… jadi ketimbang gak ada kerjaan, akirnya ngikut si mami (Mrs. Health &amp;amp; Beauty of the Family) ke gym. Tapi bedanya kalo si mami jadi langsing, kayaknya aku malah tambah laper aja ke gym. Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oke, pokoknya, tadi pas mo pulang si mami cerita…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mami : Vin, ada yang naksir kamu loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anak Gendut : Hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mami : Tadi temen mami (si mami dulunya mantan instruktur di gym ini, jadinya temennya buanyak banget deh, sampe2 bosen kali disapa orang mulu) bilang ke mami, ada anak ABG cakep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trus mami tanyain, mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Itu tuh yang lagi sepedaan (satu2nya keahlianku kalo ke gym… huahahhahahha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hah, jangan macem2 kamu, itu anakku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hah? Anakmu? Wah, untung tadi belum sempet kugodain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anak Gendut : Hahahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trus waktu di parkiran, si mami ketemu orang yang dia kenal gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mami : Hei, belum pulang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si Cowok Cute Yang Lagi Sibuk Sama Motornya Sebelum Disapa (SCYLSSMSD): Hei, belum…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mami : Ini anakku…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SCCYLSSMSD : (menjulurkan tangan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anak Gendut : (bingung, trus baru nyadar maksudnya ngajak kenalan) Viny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SCCYLSSMSD : (nyebutin nama… yang mana aku udah LUPA. Padahal blon juga satu jam sejak kejadian tadi. Menunjukkan kadar kelemahan otak yang meningkat tajam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imut2 yah… kirain anak SMP loh… hehe. (trus noleh ke mami) Cakep, anaknya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anak Gendut : (dalem hati, OH, ini orangnya… trus merhatiin, wah, cakep juga… hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mami : Mau? Ya tunggulah… (sambil pergi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SCCYLSSMSD : Wuah, tiga taon? (sambil tereak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mami : Lebih! (bales tereak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ternyata tadi si mami uda cerita2 ke SCCYLSSMSD gitu kalo aku mo kul di luar… trus mamiku sempet bilang juga ke dia kalo aku pengen kuliah sampe S3… Trus dianya bilang, wah, mati deh nunggu selama itu… haha. Trus di mobil mami crita2 lagi, katanya sebenernya hari ini SCYLSSMSD ultah ke-27 dan ngundang mami makan2 gitu… tapi si mami nolak (lagi diet dia). Yang kepikir pertama, wuah kasian amat ultah sendirian… Tapi terus mikir… buset uda 27, ngirain aku masi SMP, eh, masi naksir2 aja… Gila yah…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw buat SCYLSSMSD kalo entah gimana ngebaca blog ini… haha. Makasih deh uda naksir segala, sayangnya kamu salah naksir orang… aku mah keliatannya aja anak SMP gak berdosa, dalemnya cacat abis… huahahhaahha. Jadi sebelum kamu semakin tersesat ke jalan yang tidak benar… berhentilah. Hehe. Betewe lagi, sayang deh uda 27. Coba 9 taon lebih muda, waow deh… cakep soalnya. *penggemar cow cakep* Hihihi… kalo ada cewek twenty something, single dan pengen kenalan sama SCYLSSMSD, kasi comment aja… Huahahhahhahah. Uda ah, tambah gak jelas aja postingan ini.&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/1057854340917091862-3971285030365125958?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/3971285030365125958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=3971285030365125958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3971285030365125958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3971285030365125958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/sccylssmsd.html' title='SCCYLSSMSD'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-2840483836196679874</id><published>2008-09-07T12:37:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:37:04.148+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kemaren adalah hari yang menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hm, pertamanya sih nggak. Pas mo nemenin si mami ke supermarket, lagi2 outfit-ku (baca: kaos + celana pendek + sandal jepit) diprotes. FYI, buat ke &lt;span style='text-decoration:underline'&gt;supermarket&lt;/span&gt; aja, si mami menghabiskan waktu berdandan kira-kira setengah jam. Tiga kali ganti baju. Ngaca berkali-kali sampe gak keitung. Orang yang liat mikirnya mami mo pergi ke pesta kali. Tapi seperti biasanya, aku selalu beruntung. Protesan mami soal masalah berdandan ria nggak pernah mendapat dukungan dari orang2 rumah. Kali ini gaya gembelku dibantu Rico yang bilang, 'Biarin apa adanya ajalah…" Duh, jarang2 aku ngga diserang nafsu pengen ngejitak kalo berhubungan sama adekku. Pandanganku mulai berubah. Hehhehe, hiperbol abis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trus, sebenernya beberapa hari yang lalu pas nunggu di satu ruangan bersama orang asing, ada percakapan antara cewek twenty something sama oma2. Yang jelas si cewek twenty something lagi sakit tenggorokan gitu deh. Waktu ngedengernya, pengen nyaranin minum air jeruk nipis anget. Dulu zamannya OSIS nge-MOS-in anak baru, tenggorokan kan pada sakit semua, banyak yang ngasi advice minum itu dan manjur banget. Tapi aku agak sungkan, masa tiba2 nyeletuk gitu sama orang gak kenal? Ya udah diem aja… selang beberapa lama si oma melototin aku, serem abis deh… makin keder. Trus si oma2 keluar ruangan, akhirnya aku memberanikan diri deh ikut campur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kemaren kebetulan ketemu lagi, dan dia bilang tenggorokannya uda sembuh. Hehe, cuman kejadian kecil, tapi itu ngerubah mood-ku banget. Apalagi ditambah temen2 SMA dulu ngabarin kalo mereka menangin lomba KTI nasional, hehe, ikut seneng banget deh. Congrats ya guys.&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/1057854340917091862-2840483836196679874?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/2840483836196679874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=2840483836196679874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2840483836196679874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/2840483836196679874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-3063018666207984186</id><published>2008-09-06T00:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:42:12.235+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Julukan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sampe hari ini, seperti manusia normal lainnya yang pergi bersekolah dan berteman dengan anak-anak manis nan kreatif, aku udah dianugrahi berbagai macem julukan dari temen-temen sekolahku.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perkembangan Sejak SD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viny The Pooh&lt;/span&gt; : Tidak lain karena kemiripan nama belaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sapi Ompong&lt;/span&gt; : Penyimpangan pertumbuhan gigi kala itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hermione Granger &lt;/span&gt;: Pas booming film Harry Potter yang pertama, salah seorang temenku yang gila HarPot menyamakan kelainan struktur rambutku sama Emma Watson… menginjak SMP (dan SMA) rambut Hermione Granger di film semakin keliatan kayak iklan shampo, sehingga julukan ini berevolusi menjadi 'Rambut Singa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alien &lt;/span&gt;: Sewaktu aku SMA di Malang, aku sama sekali buta bahasa Jawa, sampe semua orang terpaksa harus berbahasa Indonesia sesuai EYD dan aku satu-satunya di kelas yang nggak bisa ikut ketawa waktu bapak-ibu guru menceritakan lelucon ala Jawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karet&lt;/span&gt; : Diciptakan oleh Cyndy kayaknya. Biasanya yang paling jago di kelas olahraga dia, tapi ternyata satu-satunya yang bisa split waktu itu cuman aku. Jadi dia agak bête gitu, dan menemukan julukan ini buat menentramkan mood-nya. Kemampuan ini dimanfaatkan sebaik-baiknya sama anggota kelompokku waktu ujian praktek olahraga buat kelulusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuli &lt;/span&gt;a.k.a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pemulung&lt;/span&gt; : Julukan ini lahir waktu aku sama Raymond jadi panitia perlengkapan LDK buat calon OSIS angkatan di bawah kita. Ngangkat-ngangkat perlengkapan dan mungut-mungutin setelah selesai dipake… Kuli abis. Tapi yang make sebutan ini cuman antara aku sama Remon doank sih. Belum sempet mensosialisasikan julukan ini ke anak-anak OSIS laen, kita uda turun tahta deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anak Kecil &lt;/span&gt;: Dipopulerkan oleh Aank, dulunya sesama rekan di OSIS, yang mana adalah… adik kelasku. *Dijulukin anak kecil sama adek kelas, miris banget gak sih?* Gara-gara dia, sampe sekarang para mantan adek kelasku dengan setia mengejek dengan sebutan ini. Dan ternyata nggak di kalangan adek kelas aja. Waktu aku mo buka account di CommonWealth, orang bank-nya ngira aku anak SMP. *sigh*&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/1057854340917091862-3063018666207984186?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/3063018666207984186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=3063018666207984186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3063018666207984186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/3063018666207984186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/julukan.html' title='Julukan'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-8903835329579306845</id><published>2008-09-06T00:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:44:35.151+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku rasa, semua orang lagi berkomplot bikin aku jealous setengah mati.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Semua bermula dari Lia, sobat zaman SMP-ku yang kayak ngilang ditelan bumi selama SMA. Tiba-tiba, di malam Agustus yang cerah nan indah, dia sms minta tolong dibikinin surat cinta. Bingung deh, abis salah makan obat apalagi ni anak? Ternyata, itu buat tugas OSPEK. Dan alasan dia waktu itu sederhana, "Kamu 'kan puitis, Vin."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setelah itu, seakan dikomando, temen-temen yang lain mengikuti jejak Lia mendiskusikan campus life. Ada temen di Machung yang minta pendapat tentang esainya buat memenangkan kontes ratu-ratuan di kampus. Ada temen di Perancis Unibraw yang nanyain perspektifku tentang quote favoritku di salah satu novel Dewi Lestari, buat tugas OSPEK juga. Terakhir, temen di Bahasa Jepang Unibraw yang minta sumbangan ide buat nyiapin lomba tahunan di jurusannya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seneng sih sebenernya, karna aku emang suka memikirkan tentang macem2 hal (tahu 'kan, itu alasan utamaku bikin blog ini, supaya otakku nggak menggila nyimpen semua hal yang terlintas dan gangguin pikiranku). Tapi, seems like everybody gets their campus life, and I jealous to death… Aku bener2 nunggu waktu di mana pas mereka cerita tentang tugas2 kampus, aku bisa bilang, 'Iya, aku juga lagi banyak banget tugas di kampus nih,' just as normal students do... :(&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/1057854340917091862-8903835329579306845?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/8903835329579306845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=8903835329579306845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8903835329579306845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8903835329579306845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-9105942722609129666</id><published>2008-09-05T16:54:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:49:42.871+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedi Speedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beberapa hari yang lalu, salah satu &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;monster&lt;/span&gt; adekku yang duduk di kelas 3 SMA, dididentifikasikan sebagai Rico, lagi2 menjerumuskan orang tidak berdosa untuk berbuat bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percakapan Hangat Penuh Rasa Persaudaraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si monster : (ngeloyor keluar dari &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;kandangnya&lt;/span&gt; kamarnya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik : Ric, kok speedy-nya gak mao connect lagi yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si monster : Telpon muh (ngeloyor masuk ke kamar papi dan mengadakan conversation singkat tentang mobil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik : Telpon ke mana? (tereak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si monster : Satu dua tiga (bales tereak dari dalem kamar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik : Bukan yang ini? (tetep tereak, masih bermuka cengo di depan layar laptop, mengharap keajaiban muncul tanpa keharusan menelpon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si monster : (keluar kamar) Hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik : (menunjuk tulisan 'PROLINK Cutomer Service Hotline: 021 – 6283XXX')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si monster : BUKAN LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik : (merasa agak bego walopun nggak yakin, tapi dengan patuh menelpon 123)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calling 123&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik : (mata terhipnotis ke layar laptop, setengah mendengar instruksi di telepon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mbak judes : Dengan 'blah blah blah' (konsentrasi tidak cukup kuat untuk mendengar jelas apa yang dikatakan) bisa saya bantu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik : Iya, begini, saya ada masalah dengan sppedy-nya, kok nggak bisa connect yah? Connect-nya langsung ke ProLink, tapi kalo di commit yang keluar malah pemberitahuan kalo password-nya salah, biasanya nggak kayak gini…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mbak judes (yang ternyata juga budek) : Maaf, gimana masalahnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik : Ini, speedy-nya nggak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mbak judes (yang ternyata selain budek juga hobi motong pembicaraan orang lain) : Maaf mbak, ini kantor PLN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik : ... (saking shock-nya sampe speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Cece cantik : (setelah berhasil menenangkan diri) Oh, maaf mbak, salah sambung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cece cantik langsung nutup line telepon dan segera bertereak tujuh oktaf, "RICOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Habis itu akirnya nanya si papi dan mendapatkan informasi yang tepat sehingga sampe detik tulisan ini di-post, speedy-nya masih lancar walopun agak lambat.&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/1057854340917091862-9105942722609129666?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/9105942722609129666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=9105942722609129666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/9105942722609129666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/9105942722609129666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/tragedi-speedy.html' title='Tragedi Speedy'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-1428474498005868807</id><published>2008-09-05T16:54:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:50:20.423+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Calon Mahasiswi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Temen-temen seangkatan yang notabene udah pada aktif dalam kegiatan perkuliahan, banyak memborbardirku dengan pertanyaan, "Gimana kuliah, Vin?". Di sini aku tegaskan, aku belum kuliah. Bukan, aku bukannya nggak lulus SMA. Bukan juga, aku nggak berencana &lt;em&gt;married&lt;/em&gt; dalam waktu dekat. Aku sangat amat berminat kuliah dan akan dengan senang hati memulai kuliah secepatnya. Bahkan sebenernya, udah sejak pertengahan Mei aku bosen libur dan pengen cepet-cepet menyandang gelar mahasiswi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi takdir berkata lain. Ternyata otak yang biasanya lemot ini cukup bisa diandalkan dalam tes masuk calon college-ku. Hasil tes menyatakan aku nggak perlu ikut foundation dulu untuk berkuliah di sana. Yang mana berarti aku bisa langsung kuliah. Yang sebenernya merupakan berita baik ditinjau dari segi ekonomi. Soalnya biaya foundation bisa lebih mahal dari biaya total perkuliahan. Tapi ada kebijakan yang menghalangiku untuk segera menyerbu dunia perkuliahan… Aku, sodara-sodara… harus berusia 18 tahun dulu untuk mulai kuliah (di mana kalo foundation nggak ada batasan semacam itu).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yang jelas, mendengar kabar ini bulan Juni kemarin &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;cukup membuat frustasi&lt;/span&gt; agak mengacaukan rencanaku. I mean, nggak boleh kuliah karna belon cukup umur? Trus harus ngapain donk EMPAT BULAN ke depan? Bisa karatan nih otak dibiarin nganggur. Dengan asumsi semengerikan itu, aku mengambil keputusan darurat. Aku harus menyelamatkan otakku dari ancaman kelemotan yang sudah merusak fungsi berkomunikasiku secara umum. Jangan sampe penyakit ini menjadi semakin kronis. So, here I am, in the middle of learning French. Susah abis, gila.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to main topic, sehabis ini aku harap nggak ada lagi yang menanyakan tentang kuliahku. It's kinda breaking my heart to answer that question over and over again… But feel free to ask in November! By that time, aku bakal dengan senang hati menjelaskan dari A-Z.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok readers, good luck for your first months as freshman buat yang baru aja kuliah… I really hope you enjoy it.  :)&lt;/p&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/1057854340917091862-1428474498005868807?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/1428474498005868807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=1428474498005868807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1428474498005868807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/1428474498005868807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/calon-mahasiswi.html' title='Calon Mahasiswi'/><author><name>Viny</name><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-1057854340917091862.post-8185912608145906688</id><published>2008-09-05T16:50:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:50:55.183+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi semua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akhirnya aku menyerah pada demam blog yang lagi merajalela di sekelilingku. Awalnya uda punya blog sih di account Friendster, cuman sekarang aku berniat lebih serius, terutama karna ada beberapa &lt;span style='text-decoration:line-through'&gt;setan&lt;/span&gt; temen yang nyaranin juga. Happy reading, everybody.&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/1057854340917091862-8185912608145906688?l=fingertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/feeds/8185912608145906688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1057854340917091862&amp;postID=8185912608145906688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8185912608145906688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1057854340917091862/posts/default/8185912608145906688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingertale.blogspot.com/2008/09/prologue.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>Viny</name><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></feed>
