<?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-19194505</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:16:13.208-08:00</updated><category term='flat tummy'/><category term='put on weight'/><title type='text'>MI JARDIN</title><subtitle type='html'>a free place to share what's on my mind!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-5137225960127098740</id><published>2010-02-01T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:27:58.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Be CooL, Boy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't remember the day but I think it was at the end of September 2008. Yeah, I finally received a package contained new soft lenses from Iowa, OMG..after a months I had been waiting for them, I got them on my mailboxxx, felt like to scream loudly. Thanks to Mas Andy who specially brought them from Indonesia 'coz that witch didn't give a shit to my order hahahhahah, screw her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/S2eYkiDd0yI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UDiU2GvJmv8/s1600-h/x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/S2eYkiDd0yI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UDiU2GvJmv8/s200/x2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433479228829848354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 136px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I couldn't imagine how I would get through my days without wearing those "fake eyes" wkkwkwkwkw. Then suddenly, It was practically so awkward to see my eyes with those new soft lenses coz I got the different brand. My eyes looked so sharp like vampire eyes, Geezzz. I really didnt like the way they attached on my eyes. However, I convinced myself to keep wearing those coz there were no other options instead wearing my old glasses, hell no. It was California, darling and I had to be so knocked out hheheheh I wish though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/S2br_ouWweI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zTaMDF8nNI0/s1600-h/ea61546ea106128a_contact.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/S2br_ouWweI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zTaMDF8nNI0/s200/ea61546ea106128a_contact.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433289478965215714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 110px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/S2bq7yP8CuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TEgQiom4wAc/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/S2bq7yP8CuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TEgQiom4wAc/s200/eyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433288313290885858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 89px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;                                        my new soft lenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ok then, I started the morning by visiting the computer lab. I also didn't remember what I was doing there ohhh...If wasn't mistaken, I was doing my paper and would print some assignments. I was sitting far away from Mbak Wahyu, she was somewhere around the corner. I didnt know exactly where she sat actually. So there you go, I saw the guy who walked toward the operator desk, he looked familiar to me. Wohooooo he was the guy who joined Flavio's Birthday party @ my apartment, Mmm...yeah He was George, Cool, Perfect. He was wearing checked jumpered, he looked cute though. Then, out of nowhere I decided to get up and walked to greet him. Gosh man, I had no clue at all, all I knew just I was wearing the new soft lenses and I was so confident no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I walked toward him then patted his back, "Hi George, how are you today?" I greeted him with the biggest smile. "I'm good, how about you?", he replied coldly. His facial expression was so plain. Dammmnnnnnn....I was thinking that he would respond warmly or threw his biggest smile to me as well. But I was big fat wrong. He was stone cold yayyayyaya, at that point I was so embarrassed 'coz I was trying to be friendly but not really reciprocated. "what are doin' here?" he asked me still coldly. "Oh I am doing my paper work and I am waiting for my friend, she's sit over there", I answered his question nervously while pointing somewhere on my right side to find Mb Wahyu seat. Gosh, I felt so stupid and lame. I shouldn't have greeted him anyway. then I heard him saying COOL, that's all. He seemed not interested to talk to me or maybe he wasn't in the mood to talk or maybe he was so shy to see such a sweet girl like me ahhahhaah gosh, cut it off!! Then, I said goodbye, take care blah..blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From that day on in the computer lab, I drew a conclusion that George was an arrogant, trying to be cool 'coz he thought himself handsome or something. Not you're not, boy!! 'N I talked to myself what in the world I was doing by flattering another boy, n got nothing!! hello Farida, you already got a boyfriend somewhere outhere in the mid-west, so whats the point? Yeah, it was simply 'coz he didnt that care anymore about me, coz he was just having fun with me, coz I was so stupid to believe that a month dating could be brought to another step. I was really dumb to get into such relationship. whatsoever...I was just so sick to get hurt, yeah yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-5137225960127098740?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/5137225960127098740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=5137225960127098740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/5137225960127098740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/5137225960127098740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2010/02/trying-to-be-cool-boy.html' title='Trying to Be CooL, Boy??'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/S2eYkiDd0yI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UDiU2GvJmv8/s72-c/x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-891282785800112072</id><published>2009-10-30T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:18:55.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Met Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   I remembered that night was Friday, September 19, 2008. We were planning on Flavio’s Surprise Birthday party in my apartment.  The first birthday party of CCID student which would be held regularly later on every time there was a student got their birthday.  After we watched movie at the Block, we prepared everything to surprise him.  That was exactly a week after I put my heart in a vacuum circumstance coz of despair and disappointment to my previous relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   Yeah then we started the party we surprised &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/flaviomarcelinho"&gt;Flavio Luis Mendez&lt;/a&gt;, our Brazilian friend. First Birthday&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;"&gt; cake, food, snacks a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;nd sodas….gosh I miss those food so much.  It was an amazing birthday night party ever coz all of students got together in my apartment. I actually remember that some student was coming late such a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;"&gt;s &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/geysa.soares?ref=ts"&gt;Geysa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/gcantidio?ref=ts"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1350370533&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Amon &lt;/a&gt;If I was not mistaken coz they had to join such Christian Meeting first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   They finally arrived with a guy who was wearing a red shirt. That guy was standing in front of my kitchen stove&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;"&gt; and talking to some&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; friends. I looked at him carefully and said to my heart,” Damn that guy is cute. How would it feel to have him as a boy friend? but uh..No way, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;"&gt;he is damn cute. He won’t give a shit of me; forget it, Moreover I am still in a complicated relationship”. Then I continued to do some stuffs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SvN6wYa4wBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wrHLDn0-yVI/s200/kitchen.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400795349754888210" /&gt;                  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SvN9iRjFRJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gC9ma_6MyXA/s200/red+shirt.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400798405926929554" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                                                           &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;  That guy came in to living room to join the party. Then I didn’t remember &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;"&gt;who introduced him to CCID friends. I just knew that he was the friend of Geysa, Gabriel and Amon. He introduced his name as George Burruel. He said that clearly while shaking my hand. Oh I bet that he was Mexican-American guy. I just wanted to make friend so I acted naturally by offering him some food and drinks. I was surprised that he didn’t drink the beer but he preferred to have a cup of cokes. Wow...I was surprised that there was a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;n American who didn’t drink alcoholic beverages. He just sat on the chair next to the table. He was little bit quite and put himself as a new comer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  Then he moved to sit on the carpet a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;"&gt;nd still kept analyzing the party. Then we danced to the music and made some noises. Some friends were talking to others on the carpet. I saw him talking to some girl friends then I joined them. His accent was so weird. His English was hard to be understo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;"&gt;od. He was funny and made joke that he was a Brazilian who lived in Mexico.  Then I invited him to dance. At first he rejected then I forced him. He got up and moved his body. He couldn’t dance at all. What a bad dancer…we were dancing Forro (the Brazilian folks dance) which was so difficult to follow its rhythm.  I suddenl&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;y stepped onto his foot then he gave up dancing.  We laughed and he came to sit again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; The party was getting more excited and excited. People were dancing especially my roomie and I who were cra&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;"&gt;zily in love to dance in the party lol. Some new friends came around. It was about 10 p.m. then George wanted to leave the party coz he was driving his mom&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; car. He had to come back home soon. He said goodbye and Mumtaz who knew him as well walked him away to the door and they were gone. He left the party early. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:verdana;"&gt;George…. He was a cool guy who was friendly and funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  Yeah  Flavio’s birthday party dropped at 3 a.m.  and like usual the trash and cans were all over my apartment. Party was over and everybody left and the door was closed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SvOCtDjmUnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2edQ59QFhkU/s320/SDC11102.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400804088707699314" /&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SvOFsj2C0GI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WSX1oSbbWas/s200/SDC11038.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400807378730012770" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SvOD6ArC0oI/AAAAAAAAAIU/asY2JgqFVZU/s320/SDC13302.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400805410783548034" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-891282785800112072?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/891282785800112072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=891282785800112072&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/891282785800112072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/891282785800112072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-met-him.html' title='When I Met Him...'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SvN6wYa4wBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wrHLDn0-yVI/s72-c/kitchen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-904067324655675484</id><published>2009-07-06T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:45:50.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem From Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;my world is now whole,&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;love lives in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I have laughter in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer afraid of good-byes.&lt;br /&gt;You are my pillar&lt;br /&gt;my stone of strength,&lt;br /&gt;With me through all seasons&lt;br /&gt;and great times of length.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is pure&lt;br /&gt;boundless through space and time,&lt;br /&gt;it grows stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt;with the knowledge that you'll always be mine.&lt;br /&gt;At the altar&lt;br /&gt;I will joyously say 'I do',&lt;br /&gt;for I have it all now&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jorge Burruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I've never thought he could write such thing above coz he's a man who seemed dont care with romantic stuff. Geezzzzzzz...luv him much :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-904067324655675484?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=83674413428&amp;ref=mf' title='Poem From Him'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/904067324655675484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=904067324655675484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/904067324655675484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/904067324655675484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2009/07/poem-from-him.html' title='Poem From Him'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-8491653931585333097</id><published>2009-02-09T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:23:16.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FcukiN' StuffY nose n SkooL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SZBKIM2oJvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nlvjo9gtOy0/s1600-h/253948.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SZBJzEL_qmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YcQPJYAkmEU/s1600-h/253948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300817903061281378" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SZBJzEL_qmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YcQPJYAkmEU/s400/253948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SZBJljf1xkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UApi6nNsGZ0/s1600-h/fcp6_webbox_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300817670947849794" style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SZBJljf1xkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UApi6nNsGZ0/s400/fcp6_webbox_lrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;last nite I had to stop chatting with my beloved sista coz I've got stuffy nose n sore throat. I thought If I went to bed to rest my body would be better If i woke up in 'd morning. Big fat Wrong..it's getting worse..even I cant breathe freely now..n my throat oh God..it's so painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is 'd first day of spring semester..I should have been fresh n healthy..but I am not. I have to go to see my counselor due to summer school. N I have to go to my internship at preschool 'till 2.30 pm (hopefully I wont pas out there). Then I have to go to my first class at DMC..to have my Editing Class...to see Prof. Schultz again but this time aint TV production but Final Cut Pro 6..geezz cant believe it, I take this class coz last semeter I dropped this class coz I thought it would be diificult. but uh,..I'll do anything to complete my sertificate. yuhuuuuuuuuu....DMC here farida goes againn......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-8491653931585333097?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/8491653931585333097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=8491653931585333097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/8491653931585333097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/8491653931585333097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2009/02/fcukin-stuffy-nose-n-skool.html' title='FcukiN&apos; StuffY nose n SkooL'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SZBJzEL_qmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YcQPJYAkmEU/s72-c/253948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-6745585701658834664</id><published>2009-02-06T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:32:58.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flat tummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='put on weight'/><title type='text'>PUT ON *WEIGHT*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYzxzE_it-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/zvpUq_B1Ub0/s1600-h/42-15684698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299876721324111842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYzxzE_it-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/zvpUq_B1Ub0/s400/42-15684698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299876446769099874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYzxjGMhtGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rnKx1J3KVAw/s400/42-20146728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYzxXJMaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HgriU3eWHdU/s1600-h/42-20773176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299876241415492690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYzxXJMaVFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HgriU3eWHdU/s400/42-20773176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYzwkECi0hI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T-NxyLIlx60/s1600-h/42-20146728.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never have problem with my weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; before i got here in 'd state. then now, I put on weight a lot..n a lot means 20 pounds aka 10 kilos. I aint person who likes doing exercise like my boyfriend does, so at first what I do expect is that I was gonna lose the weight naturally. But uh..it didnt work at all coz I keep eating n sleeping like crazy monkey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my tummy is extremely fucked up. It attracts some people comments including my students at preschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Are u having a baby, Maestra?"..hell noooo..they looked at my tummy and smiled. n some of 'd boyz..laughing while saying spanish word "Gorda..Gorda"..it means fat! How they knowww =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now all my jeans and pants are shrinked. they dont fit me anymore. It's hard coz everytime I wear 'em, my fat tummy will goes out everywhere. therefore, starting next week, I'm gonna do work out so I'll have flat tummy...huahuahauuahuhuahua...now I'm gonna eat 1rst =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYzvRtL7fGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hut6xKkNw48/s1600-h/42-20146728.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-6745585701658834664?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/6745585701658834664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=6745585701658834664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/6745585701658834664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/6745585701658834664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2009/02/put-on-weight.html' title='PUT ON *WEIGHT*'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYzxzE_it-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/zvpUq_B1Ub0/s72-c/42-15684698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-762261954985129813</id><published>2009-02-01T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:27:39.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO B*O*R*E*D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYY9K27J4eI/AAAAAAAAADc/NbOQRzbexSU/s1600-h/SDC14701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297989268399579618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYY9K27J4eI/AAAAAAAAADc/NbOQRzbexSU/s400/SDC14701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;my dining room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so Fcukin bored...me n my roomate are Boreddddddddddd...Sunday morning woke up, sat down on the chair, switched 'd lap top on the table n 'till now I am pouring up my boredom on 'diz blog. We're trying hard to kill this boredom starting to listen to music, watch TV which are full of bastard food commercialz which make us hungry and eat lotta of food!moddafakka...........fat in my body is so overlapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My roomate is watching sitcom now..after she's trying to do the pilates but she gave up coz It's so boring. Me..still fixing up my blog..blogging again. My back n butts are so painful coz i've been sitting since early morning. I'm sorry &lt;em&gt;tomada&lt;/em&gt; (my laptop's name)..i dont let u take a rest since yezterday morning. Help me to swallow up this long holiday...I miss school so muchhhh...hauhuhauahauaahuahuah =(&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/19194505-762261954985129813?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/762261954985129813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=762261954985129813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/762261954985129813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/762261954985129813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-bored.html' title='SO B*O*R*E*D'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYY9K27J4eI/AAAAAAAAADc/NbOQRzbexSU/s72-c/SDC14701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-555763385899431239</id><published>2009-01-29T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:00:27.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Samsung S 860 Digicam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYGY1Dt5SsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/m0TBoBKlLsI/s1600-h/SDC12520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296682674062707394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYGY1Dt5SsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/m0TBoBKlLsI/s400/SDC12520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kodak Theatre, Hollywood Boulevard, Los Angeles, California &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296679909986479714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYGWUKuxLmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AiTKlf2Wgms/s400/SDC12567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wilshire Boulevard, Los Angeles, California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYGTdquEKfI/AAAAAAAAACs/alYYjfxHgzY/s1600-h/SDC12464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296676774657403378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYGTdquEKfI/AAAAAAAAACs/alYYjfxHgzY/s400/SDC12464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kodak Theatre, Hollywood Boulevard, Los Angeles, California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/19194505-555763385899431239?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/555763385899431239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=555763385899431239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/555763385899431239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/555763385899431239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-samsung-s-860-digicam.html' title='My Samsung S 860 Digicam'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SYGY1Dt5SsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/m0TBoBKlLsI/s72-c/SDC12520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-388830222436260646</id><published>2009-01-26T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:12:51.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile Relleno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chile relleno at glance:&lt;br /&gt;The chile relleno, literally "stuffed pepper", is a dish of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mexican cuisine" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexican_cuisine"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mexican cuisine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; that originated in the city of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Puebla" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puebla"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puebla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, consisting of a roasted fresh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Poblano" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poblano"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;poblano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; pepper and many times substituted with non-traditional &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Anaheim pepper" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anaheim_pepper"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anaheim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pasilla" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pasilla"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pasilla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Chili pepper" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chili_pepper"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chili pepper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; stuffed with a melting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cheese" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheese"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, such as queso Chihuahua or queso Oaxaca (traditionally), and/or picadillo meat made up of diced pork, raisins, and nuts, seasoned with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Canella (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Canella&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;canella&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Meat" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meat"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, covered in an egg &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Batter (cooking)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batter_(cooking)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;batter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Frying" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frying"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. It is often served in a tomato sauce. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Having a Mexicano boyfriend and living in Southern California force me to deal something about Mexico starting from the music, language, culture including the food. I like Mexican food because most of them are spicy and hot. I like Tacos without raw onion, beans without the porky gravy, rice without raw onion,and many more. and now I am so in love with "Chile Rellano"..gosh it is so delicioso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was begun when my boyfriend took me to his home and I met his mother who was cooking in the kitchen. I was trying to be friendly by asking and checking out her cooking. she said that she was cooking the Mexican Food, Chile Relleno.. I was so interested and excited listening to her explanation. She was friendly to me hahahaha...I thought that she wouldnt give a damp at my visit that day but uh..it was out of my thought though!I got so much information. Then,I tried to cook it. It is pretty simple..nope it is a bit complicated cooking coz it needs a lot of things to be done. and finally I can cook mexican food. It was so good (at least for me myself) hahahahahhahahah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SX6BoSzSxaI/AAAAAAAAACk/n8lOlzWEelU/s1600-h/SDC14647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295812741076010402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SX6BoSzSxaI/AAAAAAAAACk/n8lOlzWEelU/s320/SDC14647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;em&gt;Farida's chile rellenos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-388830222436260646?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/388830222436260646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=388830222436260646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/388830222436260646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/388830222436260646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2009/01/chile-relleno.html' title='Chile Relleno'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SX6BoSzSxaI/AAAAAAAAACk/n8lOlzWEelU/s72-c/SDC14647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-1015565452146571022</id><published>2009-01-25T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:29:46.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MagMyPic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://a1.magmypic.com/usermags/c/c2/018d1d35e7611c5c294c91a81becc_1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Create &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;Fake Magazine Covers&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SX1HkPiGCDI/AAAAAAAAACY/uMWl2yheWqw/s320/cry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got headache lately..n my vision are blurry n my mind is foggy.I cant think clearly using my common sense..all I know is crying n spending my time in a silence bedroom. I've just realized that my relationship with somebody is almost in the finish line. I dont want to run n pass through the line now but sooner or later I will. Just waiting for the time to come. but i hate it..i really hate it. Someone screwed my relationship..oh my gosh..i wanna do something really bad to him but uh..once again I can do nothing coz the one I like also can do nothing. is it a mistake to love someone with different religion?is it a sin? omg...what should i do? &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/19194505-3250745651254421632?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/3250745651254421632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=3250745651254421632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/3250745651254421632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/3250745651254421632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2009/01/gloomy.html' title='#gLOOmY#'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/SX1HkPiGCDI/AAAAAAAAACY/uMWl2yheWqw/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-8820636645668762303</id><published>2008-01-12T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:52:48.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweety Naughty Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ketika aku berada di puncak kejenuhan pada pekerjaan yg kujalani sekarang ini, aku malah ‘jatuh cinta’ pada seorang ‘bayi bengal’ yg bikin aku geregetan tiap kali bertemu dengannya. Yups, this naughty baby,named Janszen. Pokoknya nih anak ‘ancur’ habis. Umurnya belum genap enam tahun, tapi tingkahnya Subhanallah bikin yg ngajar keringatan minta ampyun. Meskipun aku cuma takeover kelas ini dari teacher sebelumnya, tapi aku merasa kelas kindergarten yg satu ini asik habis. Aku bakal merindukan Janszen dan kelas ini. I’m gonna miss u my sweety naughty baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada beberapa teacher bilang,”aduh, amit-amit deh jangan sampai punya anak seperti ini (Janszen)”. Tapi bagiku, Janszen adalah bocah unik yg ngga ada duanya di kelas lain. Perawakannya yg kurus kecil, tingkah polahnya yg rada-rada hiper, omongannya yg cal-cul memberikan kesan “nih bocah boleh juga”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari di kelas Yellow 1.&lt;br /&gt;” O.K What is your favourite place? Apa tempat yg paling kalian sukai?&lt;br /&gt; Abel, Della, Mela, Gesza, Vania menjawab,” Mall...miss”&lt;br /&gt;Janszen dengan enteng menyahut,”tempat favoritku WC, miss”. Ampun…ancur nih anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak tk kecil bisa ngomong seperti itu (mung ngelus dada). Tapi lama-lama, aku mulai tertarik dengan sosok Janszen. Aku selalu tidak sabar untuk menanti hari selasa dan jumat untuk bertemu janszen dan kawan-kawan. Di kelas itu aku selalu tertawa melihat polah tingkah mereka yg murni muncul dari dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama kelamaan timbul chemistry antara aku dan si tengil Janszen. Dia terkadang memanggilku dengan sebutan “Mbah Farida” terkadang mencela gambarku ketika aku menjelaskan mereka tentang sesuatu,”Gambarnya Miss Farida jelek bgt”. Gubrakkkk…tapi hal itulah yang membuat aku semakin Gemes padanya. Tingkah dan polahnya yang “out of the track” menjadi kerinduan tersendiri di hatiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika ada Ice cream party, semua murid di wajibkan untuk ikut serta. Dalam acara itu setiap anak diharuskan membeli ice cream yang tersedia dengan expresi bahasa inggris tak terkecuali kelas kindergarten. “ O.K Janszen, what flavour do you want?” satu jawaban lantang yang mengangetkan satu kelas,”Ice cream rasa mukanya Miss Farida…!”. Gubrakkkkk….bocah edan,dia tahu juga kalo mukaku memang manis semanis ice cream hahahhahahhahh (narsis dikit gt loh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu kali dia bermain di atas meja hingga Ia terjatuh tengkurap diatas karpet. Seketika jantungku hampir saja berhenti. Lalu dengan cepat ia berdiri dan memeluk aku erat. Aku bertanya apakah tidak apa-apa ataukah ada yang sakit, tapi ia malah menjawab ”Ngga papa kok Miss, ngga sakit!”. Dasar bocah bandel dengan harga diri tinggi. Mana mungkin tidak sakit secara jatuh tengkurap dengan gaya kodok begitu. Aku dan share teacher saat itu hanya bisa menggeleng kepala melihat tingkahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lain lagi dengan yang ini, tiba-tiba saja dia mimisan tanpa sebab. Mungkin karena cuaca saat itu sangat panas, anak seumurannya biasa gampang mimisan. Melihat darah mengalir dari lubang hidungnya aku langsung lari mencari tisu. Aku sarankan ia menengadah ke atas dan memintanya pulang ke rumah. Namun ia malah mengusap hidungnya dengan tisu dan berkata “ Ngga papa Miss, ini cuma cat air kok!”. Glerrrr...ini anak tk apa pelawak? bisa-bisanya dia ngomong begituan. Duh gusti…paringono sabar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu hal terberat ketika aku meninggalkan pekerjaanku itu adalah Dia, Muhammad Janszen Prawiranegara. Satu hari Jika aku pulang ke Solo aku akan mengunjunginya. Kita lihat saja apakah dia masih ingat dengan Miss Farida? We’ll see..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-8820636645668762303?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/8820636645668762303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=8820636645668762303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/8820636645668762303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/8820636645668762303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-sweety-naughty-baby.html' title='My Sweety Naughty Baby'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-2533510292939121843</id><published>2007-02-12T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:42:25.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMP (saat menjadi preman) part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nama lengkapku Farida Umi Zahroh. Lahir ke dunia yang teramat fana ini  tanggal 22 tahun yang lalu. Panggil namaku 3X, Farida, Farida, Farida saja tidak  usah pakai Pasha. Ini adalah sebuah tulisan tentang sebagian dari diriku yang  sayang banget jika kalian lewatkan. Pasalnya kamu bakal jarang baca kisah yang  seperti ini. Ini kisahku ketika aku masih duduk di bangku SMP. Sebuah kisah yang  tidak akan pernah aku lupakan seumur hidup.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="western"&gt;Pertengahan tahun 1996 aku lulus Sekolah Dasar dan aku berhasil  diterima di salah satu SMP negeri di kota kelahiranku, Solo. Sebuah sekolah  menengah pertama yang berlokasi di selatan Istana Mangkunegaran Surakarta.  Dengan semangat 45, aku pun menimba ilmu di sekolah tersebut. Aku masuk di kelas  1C. kelas ini dipenuhi dengan murid-murid yang beraneka ragam dan rupa. Entah  bagaimana awalnya aku tidak begitu ingat, aku duduk semeja dengan anak perempuan  bernama Noralita yang kemudian lebih sering aku panggil Nurhayati. Anaknya  berkulit putih dan manis. Satu hal yang tidak pernah aku lupa darinya adalah  kedua bola matanya yang gede. Anak ini juga pandai dalam mata pelajaran  matematika. Satu keuntungan besar buatku karena aku benar-benar ‘dodol’ dalam  berhitung. Ha..ha..betapa amannya bisa duduk semeja dengan ‘calculator’.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mata pelajaran SMP begitu banyak dan  padat. Banyak mata pelajaran baru yang aku dapat. Salah satunya adalah Bahasa  Inggris. Satu hari di kelas bahasa inggris, tidak ada hujan dan tidak ada petir,  sang guru memintaku berdialog dengan seorang murid menggunakan bahasa David  Beckham itu di depan kelas. Keringat dingin mengucur deras dari setiap lubang  pori-poriku. Sumpah, aku hanya bisa &lt;i&gt;mingkem&lt;/i&gt; alias diam seribu bahasa. Aku  sama sekali tidak tahu apa yang harus aku omongin. Busyet, aku sama sekali belum  pernah belajar bahasa inggris sebelumnya. Akhirnya, hanya malu yang aku dapat  soalnya si lawan bicaraku itu &lt;i&gt;nyrocos&lt;/i&gt; abis. Pingin nangis….!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mimpi burukku di pelajaran Bahasa  Inggris tidak hanya sampai di situ saja. Ketika ada ulangan pun, hanya dua orang  di kelas yang mendapat nilai 3. yups, sudah bisa ditebak, salah satu siswa itu  adalah aku. Kenapa aku bisa sebodoh itu, aku sendiri juga tidak tahu. Padahal  sejak kelas 1 hingga lulus SD aku selalu dapat rangking . Tapi saat itu, aku  adalah makhluk &lt;i&gt;botol (bodoh n tolol)&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukan hanya di mata pelajaran bahasa  inggris saja, mulai dari matematika, fisika dan pelajaran yang berhitung ria,  aku benar-benar &lt;i&gt;dedel duel&lt;/i&gt; alias ancur dan kacau. Aku SANGAT TERAMAT  benci pelajaran hitung menghitung. Tetapi anehnya, ketika menerima rapor cawu  pertama, aku menempati posisi rangking 4. ha..ha…sangat aneh bukan. Ups bukan  aneh, itu sangat wajar karena aku adalah murid yang cerdas. Meskipun otakku ngga  kuat buat itung-itungan tapi mata pelajaran lainnya aku ngga bakal kalah  meskipun hanya bermodal semangat hebat plus nekat. (soalnya hanya itu yang bisa  aku sombongin dari diriku).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sebagai anak yang super aktif, segala  macam kegiatan ekstrakulikuler aku jajaki mulai dari pramuka, komputer, PMR dan  drumband. Dan dari kegiatan-kegiatan itu pula aku jatuh suka dengan seorang  cowoq yang pada akhirnya berakhir tragis. Di kelompok pramuka aku menduduki  posisi penting yakni menjadi pinru alias pimpinan regu. Setiap hari Jumat sore,  aku ikut latihan pramuka. Dan di situlah, aku bertemu dengan anak kelas 1F yang  bernama Bagus Dhedy Endrawan. Ha…ha…bahkan aku masih bisa ingat dengan jelas  namanya. Mukanya mirip banget dengan Nick Carter-nya Backstreet Boys. Gosh, saat  itu, dia adalah cowok paling kece se-esempe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku masih ingat jelas bagaimana  setiap pahatan mukanya. &lt;i&gt;He’s damn gorgeous&lt;/i&gt;. Sialnya, ternyata teman  sekelasku yang bernama Santi juga menaruh hati padanya. Blarrr…aku, cewek  berkulit sawo matang hampir menghitam, berambut panjang berkuncir di tambah  beberapa jerawat di muka MELAWAN Santi, cewek berkulit sangat putih, rambut  hitam legam dan mukanya halus banget…pakdhe. JELAS kalah….tapi bukan farida  namanya kalo kalah cuma gara-gara fisik DOANG. Yang penting tuh ini (nunjuk  kepala) alias strategi gmna bisa mencuri-curi perhatian si Dhedy meskipun  akhirnya sampai titik darah penghabisan pun aku ngga bisa mencuri perhatiannya.  &lt;i&gt;Ra popo..sing penting urip ples ijik akeh cah lanang neng donya.  &lt;/i&gt;Hahahahhahah…..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku memang sangat beruntung karena  Dhedy juga ikut eskul drumband. Oh, Allah memang Maha Adil, aku jadi bisa sering  ketemu Dedhy. Dari dulu sampai sekarang, kalau aku suka sama cowok pasti bakal  deg-degan+grogi jika berada di dekatnya. Untuk menghindari hal-hal yang buruk  adalah lebih baik bagiku untuk tidak melakukan acara wicara atau wawancara  apapun dengannya. Memandangnya dari jarak radius 100 meter pun sudah bisa  membuatku berbunga-bunga. Sebenarnya penyakit ‘gila’ ku ini sudah terdeteksi  sejak dini. Namun apa daya, virus cinta tak ada obatnya. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sejenak kita tinggalkan Dhedy. Kita kembali ke kelas 1C di awal cawu 2. Mata  pelajaran bimbingan konseling . Setelah hari itu, aku akan jadi sangat benci  sekali dengan mata pelajaran yang guru pengajarnya bisa di bilang memuakkan.  Hari itu si guru BK membagikan hasil tes IQ. Satu persatu murid menerima  lembaran piagam tes IQ mereka. Di mulai dari murid dengan IQ tertinggi. Sesaat  kemudian, PaK XXX bertanya siapa yang rangking 1 di kelas. Akhirnya Eny, sang  jawara kelas berdiri menuju ke meja guru untuk menerima hasil tes. Kemudian dia  bertanya lagi siapa yang rangking 2 di kelas. Dengan enggannya, aku mengangkat  tangan. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.27cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“nama kamu  siapa?” Tanya pak XXX dengan tegas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.27cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Farida Umi  Zahroh, Pak?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;akhirnya dia mencari piagam tes  IQ-ku. Tapi alangkah terkejutnya aku dan seluruh kelasku ketika piagam tes IQ-ku  berada di tumpukan paling bawah.Glarrrr……ups ralat, nomor 2 dari bawah. Di sini  tidak usah aku sebutin berapa skor IQ-ku (isinnn..buangett). badanku seketika  lemas ketika dia mendekatiku dan menyerahkan piagam itu padaku. Aku pingin  lenyap dan menghilang saat itu juga. Mata Seluruh makhluk dalam kelas itu  tertuju padaku. Hampir-hampir aku bisa mendengar suara batin mereka yang sedang  meneriakkan, “GOBLOK BANGET……ternyata IQ-nya cuma tit..tit..tit (sensor)”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dan dengan lantangnya Pak XXX  bertanya padaku, “Padahal anda rangking 2 di kelas, Kok bisa cuma segitu IQ-nya?  Nilainya hanya terpaut satu angka dengan anak yang ber-IQ paling rendah di kelas  ini”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(opo hubungane? Yo sak karepku  tho! Urusanku, rasah gawe kisruh!) &lt;span face="Wingdings"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kalau ingat  masih dongkol sampai sekarang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Soalnya dulu pas ngerjain tes lagi  ngga enak badan, pak!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Berarti menurut anda hasil tes IQ  anda ini tidak valid?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku hanya mengangguk dan diam sepuluh  ribu bahasa. Yah, namanya juga lagi apes. Sampai sekarang aku tidak tahu dimana  keberadaan piagam hasil tes IQ-ku itu. Seingatku, piagam itu ku lipat-lipat  terus aku masukan ke dalam tas atau mungkin sudah kutelan bulat-bulat supaya  tidak ada bukti otentik yang membenarkan ‘kejongkokan IQ-ku”. SIAL..!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-2533510292939121843?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/2533510292939121843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=2533510292939121843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/2533510292939121843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/2533510292939121843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2007/02/smp-saat-menjadi-preman-part-i.html' title='SMP (saat menjadi preman) part I'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-116891435538783055</id><published>2007-01-15T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:25:55.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURT</title><content type='html'>I DEDICATE THIS FOR A WOMAN WHO HASN'T GOT any brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're EXTREMELY the suckest creature I've met in my life...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-116891435538783055?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/116891435538783055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=116891435538783055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/116891435538783055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/116891435538783055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2007/01/hurt.html' title='HURT'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-116131534206016480</id><published>2006-10-19T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:35:42.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new stage of my life</title><content type='html'>aku ngga bakal nyangka jika Allah akan memberiku jalan hidup yang seperti ini. siapa sangka aku bakal kerja seruang dengan sahabatku, siapa sangka jika aku harus cuap2 di depan orang banyak dan siapa sangka juga kalo aku bakal jadi seorang 'transformartor'. Just cant believe what i've got now. sekarang aku berada di dunia baru..dengan tantangan dan pengalaman baru. smoga aku bisa menjalani ini semua dengan baik. aminnnn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-116131534206016480?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/116131534206016480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=116131534206016480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/116131534206016480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/116131534206016480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-stage-of-my-life.html' title='new stage of my life'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-115389410912323114</id><published>2006-07-25T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:08:29.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZeptonX crita 'bout the writer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku tak pernah ingat sejak kapan aku suka nonton film. Tapi sewaktu kecil aku sering menonton pilm d bioskop Regent dekat rumahku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; lah, pilm2nya jg gak jauh dari dunia persilatan seperti Babad tanah Leluhur, Saur Sepuh dan kwn2nya. Itu pas aku SD. Ngga hanya itu aku juga pernah nonton film d bioskop UP (bioskop berimage 'miring'...eit tp jngn salah aku ntnnya bukan yg seperti itu). Suerrrr..sumpah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah, pas smp film barat pertama yg aku tonton d bioskop (studio Matahari Singosaren) adalah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Batman n Robin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;( I will remember that all my life). Aku nonton tuh pilm sama Carolina, teman sbangku-qu. Then, lambat laun pun aku juga sering nonton bioskop kalo ngga d Solo theatre, Studio n Fajar Theatre. Setelah aku punya VCD player, aku lebih suka nonton pilm d rumah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satu hal yg tak pernah aku pahami dari diriku yg maniss ini adalah..aku tuh suka nonton film d bioskop berkali2 dengan jdul pilm yg sama. Contohnya Petulangan Sherina 3X, Eiffel I'm in Love 4X, Pirates of the Caribbean part 1 2X dan masih bnyk lagi. Herannya aku tuh ngga bosen sama sekali. Dan lebih gilanya lagi aku bakal nonton VCDnya. Alhasil beberapa kartu rental vcd pun berjubel d dompetku. Boleh percaya apa ngga, aku nonton pilm India yg berjudul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kuch-Kuch Hota Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; sampai lebih dari 20X. Aku hapal setiap adegan dan dialognya. So what du U think of me? Farida EdaNNNN..ha..ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, aku barusan nonton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bareng sm Rina, my dearly pal. Nah bermodal 10.000 rupiah dan juga snack kta ntn tuh pilm yg ada kang Johny. It was just great movie. Habis pulangnya aku minjem vcd buanyak (akibatnya skrg uangqu cekkakk bgt). Setiap bulan aku pasti nyempetin nonton film d bioskop coz ntn bisa bikin aku nyantai. Eits..dengan catatan kalo ada pilm yg bagus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-115389410912323114?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/115389410912323114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=115389410912323114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/115389410912323114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/115389410912323114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/07/zeptonx-crita-bout-writer.html' title='ZeptonX crita &apos;bout the writer!'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-115380209763598942</id><published>2006-07-24T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:34:57.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BotoL=Bodoh dan TolOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Segala sesuatu yg tidak diawali dengan keikhlasan niscaya akan membawa kesusahan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya akhir pekan adalah waktu yg berharga bagi seorang gedhang maniss. Hari untuk berehat sejenak dari aktivitas kantor. Itung-itung untuk meyandarkan otakku yg tegang selama seminggu kerja. tapi semua itu tak terjadi hari minggu yg lalu, pasalnya kantor mendaulatku untuk jadi panitia ..ups bukan panitia tp tepatnya tukang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wira-wiri, sono-sini, ngalor-ngidul &lt;/span&gt;nganti gembrobyos alias jadi tukang anter tamu2 VIP acara d Jogjakarta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari minggu yg cerah nan indah..ralat bukan indah tapi susyah. AKu harus datang jam 7 tepat ngga boleh telat katanya (seseorang) kalo telat ditinggal. Emang dasarnya cweq lugu (he..he..) aku brangkat dari rumah jam stengah tujuh. Sampai kantor blm ada satupun batang hidung yg klihatan, busyettt pingin ngumpat tp ngga jadi ah. Alhasil aku duduk sendirian ples nyengoh d &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;front office &lt;/span&gt;sambil. Akhirnya mreka pun dtg dan kita berame-rame nunggu jemputan dr Jogja. Stengah jam, satu jam, dua jam. Glegarrrrrrrr, prak, plok, krompyang, jleb, jlebbb...(suara backsound). Asem kecut gulo legi, rumangsane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nggladag po piye kon nunggu nganti lumuten. &lt;/span&gt;Damn....Kita sepakat smpai jam 10 kagak datang, KITA PULANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobil jemputan pun tiba dan kita brangkat ke Jogjakarta. Sampailah d tempat perhelatan acara. Yups...mereka semua telah berdandan rapi, ruapi bgt. Dan aku harus menyambut tamu-tamu yg dtg. Yukkkk...dan entah knapa hati nuraniku berteriak-teriak ingin segera berlari keluar dari ruangan itu. Sekali lagi, ingin aku menangis terisak-isak sambil gulung koming. Tanpa aku sadari, aku telah berada d depan audience dan bertepuk tangan sekencang-kencangnya seraya memepersilakan tamu-tamu VIP yg d prosesi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sebuah adegan film dl hidupku yg mengikari hati Nurani. I feel so silly n stupid. Botollllllll, dodol, konyol, sonyol eh..Kampret, Monyet, Trompet. GeDhang si Badut Sirkus...(Ya Allah, untung lampunya d matikan, jika saja lampu itu menyala niscaya org2 d dlm ruangan itu akan melihat tampang bodoh nan tololku yg mirip org kesurupan bertepuk tangan dan berteriak2...oh aku tak sanggup menuliskannya) bagi kalian2 yg pernah dateng ke sebuah seminar MLM, nah pastilah tdk asing lagi dengan kondisi semacam itu, d mna para panitianya so excited menyorakkan yel-yel MLM mreka. Pliss degh..that was not real me. I swear to God, I am not such a MLMers. Ups..maap bgt buat praktisi MLM bkn mksd apa2, tp itulah kondisi kejiwaan yg aku alami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum keluar dr ruangan seorang pembicara wanita memintaku mengambilkan bukunya yg tertinggal d belakang (akhirnya aku pun jadi jongoz berblazeR). Setelah itu aku segera keluar dr ruangan dan beristirahat sejenak. Di luar para panitia pun sedang berleha-leha dan mkn tentu saja. Mknan...ada makanan, aku pun dengan biadab eh engga2, dengan sopan aku menikmati snack dan mkn siang. Tapi tetep saja hatiku susah, susah, karn ngga bisa menikmati liburanku yh seharusnya indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin segera pulang, lang, pingin tidur. Setengah jam sebelum maghrib acara pun selesai sudah. Dan kita boleh pulang. Aku kecapean. Capek..pek..! AKu sdh minta ijin Juragan jika keesokan paginya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will take one day off&lt;/span&gt;, itulah rencana busukku. ALasannya sih tepar alias kolaps alias kekeselen. Hemm..padahal..aku sudah pny rencana dngn sobatku tercinta untukku MBLAYANG alias NglayaP alias DolaN2 k mal! sambil nonton, Ha...ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-115380209763598942?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/115380209763598942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=115380209763598942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/115380209763598942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/115380209763598942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/07/botolbodoh-dan-tolol.html' title='BotoL=Bodoh dan TolOL'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-115346602813466796</id><published>2006-07-20T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:13:48.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT They SAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;UnieK (mantan tmn kos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" year="2006" day="17" month="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah....dia.....High Quality Jomblo from Gajahan Villege.....Farida " Gedhank " Umi Zahroh....Eh...btw ijik Jomblo ra dank?&lt;br /&gt;Klo liat si Gedhank ini mah sekilas tampak normal selayaknya cewe2 laen, tapi jangan tanya klo dah kenal deket, siapkan hati dan pikiranmu terutama selamatkan jantung dan telingamu....Ato kamu akan terkena dampak dari " Gedhank's attact "&lt;br /&gt;Tapi harus diakui ga ada Gedhank ga rame, inilah salah satu penggerak keributan di Puri Asoka, sampe nyaris diusir ma Pak Kost ya Dank.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Gedhank adalah temen yg setia....setia bikin seneng....juga setia bikin temen2nya ikut stress bareng dia.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kayanya sekarang Gedhank dah mulai sadar akan kodratnya sebagai wanita, dah lebih mature gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Ingat dank...klo jalan langkahkan kakimu satu2, ikuti irama terutama jaga tiap langkahmu kurang dari 30 cm,...biar FEMI gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Gedhank itu cantik, taat beribadah, lucu lg.... buat cowo2 yg Jomblo dan Ngrasa Berkualitas ga bakal nyesel dech deket ma Gedhank, Dijamin...bergaransi lg!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Dessy Lupuz (tmn SMA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambah cantik aja... pa kabar? gimana kuliah? uda lulus? miss you juga jadinya... hehehe... good luck yak? nice to know that you're still remember of me thanks buat contekannya waktu ujian bahasa inggris kelas tiga, thanks juga karena uda mau ngerjain bahasa inggris waktu tes pagi2 itu loh. thanks banget.&lt;br /&gt;eh, masih demen ama del piero ga? tenang aja, ternyata informasi yang aku dapet waktu itu salah. ternyata del piero ga cidera karena tertabrak truk, tapi cidera hatinya karena farida belum juga dapetin cowok yang begitu dia idamin. sekarang gimana? uda dapet cowok idaman kamu belum? sukses yak buat cita dan cinta kamu.&lt;br /&gt;viva orange, jaya three lions, never give up the gunners, bravo barca, hancurkan azzuri italia dan juventus. smangat!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ERIE (kakak angkatan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ass. farida&lt;br /&gt;kalo inget farida neeeh jadi ingat masa2 indah kuliah di sastra. kuliah kerjaannya cuman ketawa doang apalagi waktu mata kuliah reading walaaaah kagak kaya kuliah suasananya hehehe kamu masih inget kan dha?&lt;br /&gt;farida ini orangnya kekeh banget ama prinsip yang dia yakini truuus keknya tipe2 pejuang dalam meraih cita2 hehehe, gimana dha udah punya gandengan belum?&lt;br /&gt;btw gimana tuh kabar temen2mu?sampein salam kangenku buat mereka yah!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dee (tmn kerja)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku heran... kok ada ya orang kayak farida... seleranya selalu aja berlawanan sama kita-kita manusia normal (uupppsss...!!!) hehehehe! orang yang aneh....tapi nyata!! ;p&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;IwaN (tmn SMA) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2005" day="14" month="12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farida... aku kenal ni anak waktu kelas 3 yach?? di kelas yang gak pernah aku lupain seumur hidup aku... kelas dimana kita sama2 berbagi tawa.. tangis.. jawaban.. panganan.. dll.. anaknya rame.. agak sensitif.. kalo' deket farida waktu SMA aku harus pake' kacamata item dooloo... cozz rodo sulap.. ;) suka nya dandan dech kalo' di kelas.. sekarang dia udah mature enough,, dah kerja nich.. success ajah dech buat kamu.. jangan lupa...&lt;br /&gt;..::doa tanpa disetertai usaha akan sia2::...&lt;br /&gt;keep smile gal !!!&lt;br /&gt;may 4JJ I with you...&lt;br /&gt;.:: Certified As The Most Wong Edan ::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;GuZZuRR (tmn SMA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai farida......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku boleh ya ikutan nimbrung disini&lt;br /&gt;farida tuh temenku dari SMA, tapi anehe koq ketoke aku ra tau liat kowe ya.. u gak terkenal sich hehehe&lt;br /&gt;lagi lumayan kenal kenal n deket ya pas kuliah gara2 sering maen F4 ama mbak2 kenthir.&lt;br /&gt;piye kie koq gak pernah dolan2 meneh, katanya kamu dah kerja ta, di solo baru ya. koq g pernah maen ke Ngayogyakarta lagi mbak.. kamu dirindukan ama si tii..iit-tii..iit lho :)&lt;br /&gt;Maafin lahir batin ya... eh no HPmu saiki pira, kartuku SIMPT dah rusak je jadi no re ilang..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;MITha (tmn SMA, Kul, Kos n Sobatku tercinta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gedhaaannnk!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni cewe boleh jadi sahabat siapapunnn....&lt;br /&gt;tapi satu yang pasti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S MY LESBIAN PARTNER!!!&lt;br /&gt;the one and only my lesbian partner!&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe...&lt;br /&gt;sayaannggg...&lt;br /&gt;kangen deh...&lt;br /&gt;saat2 kita boncengan bduaa...&lt;br /&gt;hhiiiyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;risih aku!&lt;br /&gt;tapi karena tpaksa..&lt;br /&gt;dan tnyata yg g dipaksa tetep enak juga...!!&lt;br /&gt;wakakakaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masih inget g waktu ultah me...&lt;br /&gt;hampir ajah kita di drop out dari puri ashoka kost tercinta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masih inget juga malam2 nelongso...&lt;br /&gt;ketika diner pake kebab...&lt;br /&gt;hikss...&lt;br /&gt;kan kuingat tiap tetes saos yg berpacu dgn air mata kita....&lt;br /&gt;hehhehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asik yo nduk...&lt;br /&gt;aku kangen je masa2 itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being my everything!&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;passion,&lt;br /&gt;sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;hope,&lt;br /&gt;happiness,&lt;br /&gt;tears,&lt;br /&gt;screams,&lt;br /&gt;evrything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kurindukan dirimu di mlm2 dingin di asoka berdua....&lt;br /&gt;hanya berdua...&lt;br /&gt;qekqkekqkkeqe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woiiii....&lt;br /&gt;kapan neng yk meneh?!&lt;br /&gt;tak enteni yo...&lt;br /&gt;ntar kita klayapan malam2 lagi k alkid...&lt;br /&gt;nontoni wong pacaran...&lt;br /&gt;ngantek ngiler!!!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Nuree (tmn kul n Sobatku tergila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone we turn to, when our spirits need a lift.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone we treasure, for our friendship is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who fills our lifes with beauty, joy and grace and make the world we live in, a better and happier place.&lt;br /&gt;farida...sahabat yang baeeee'...super baeeeek!!!&lt;br /&gt;she's mine. actually...ours&lt;br /&gt;dia tuh yang sabaaaar bgt.biarpun diejek paling jg cmn cengengesan.&lt;br /&gt;paling sering dikerjain ama slenco cs.jadinya lucu deh.&lt;br /&gt;sumpe dia baik.&lt;br /&gt;sist...you'll always be my sista.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmuuuuuuaaaaaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;inget perjuangan kita pada masa-masa itu..perjuangan untuk bertahan nekad!!!&lt;br /&gt;malu??????????????&lt;br /&gt;no way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;you are beautifull....no matter what they say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Putu (tmn  SMA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2005" day="14" month="11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiiii.............farida umi zahroh ya.....gimana juventus nya...masih suakaaaa kan?....kamu baek deh,cerewet,heboh....baikkkkkk bungaet...temen kuliahku ada yang mirip kamu lho...reunian yuk?......keeep contact yaaaaaaaaaaa....missssssssssssssssss uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;NIA (tmn kul n Sobatku TERcinta) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2005" day="19" month="7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sayang banget sama farida.&lt;br /&gt;sedihnya bentar lagi kami mau pisah.&lt;br /&gt;melanjutkan menapak hidup demi masa&lt;br /&gt;depan (ceileee...). farida suka kalo&lt;br /&gt;dipanggil Gedank. farida temen yang&lt;br /&gt;baek. tapi kadang karna terlalu baeknya&lt;br /&gt;dia suka dimanfaatin temennya (aku&lt;br /&gt;kadang-kadang juga lho!). tapi jeleknya&lt;br /&gt;kalo dia ga suka nggak berani ngomong,&lt;br /&gt;tapi "nggrundel" di belakang. farida&lt;br /&gt;orangnya gugupan juga. suka panas&lt;br /&gt;dingin kalo ketemu yang ditaksir (yang&lt;br /&gt;mana aja ya? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-115346602813466796?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/115346602813466796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=115346602813466796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/115346602813466796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/115346602813466796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-they-say.html' title='WHAT They SAY...'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-115320782969939733</id><published>2006-07-18T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:30:29.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSANITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mungkin bulan ini aku sudah teramat terlewat gila…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;" start="1" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Aku mulai merasa agak      sedikit gila pas di awal bulan ini menerima gaji yg ternyata telah      dipotong berpuluh2 persen dari gapok (gaji pokok). Aku bener2 ngga nyangka      ada sunatan massal lagi bulan ini. brengsekkkk…(ups maap terlalu kasar,      tapi hanya itu yg saat itu ingin aku teriakkan keras-keras). Setan alas di      benakku membisikkan agar aku segera mengobrak-abrik kantor dengan penuh      emosi, atau mengumpat keras-keras karna sakit hati bukan kepalang. Tapi      apa daya, untungnya otakku masih waras untuk melakukan perbuatan segoblok      itu. Amit-amit dah….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;     &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;" start="2" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Aku merasa lebih gila      lagi ketika ngebet pingin nonton bioskop meski uang dah mepet-pet banget.      Demi kebutuhan nuraniku aku rela membuang uang puluhan ribu dalam sehari      hanya untuk NONTON. Alhamdulillah…hasratku pun terpenuhi dengan nonton &lt;i style=""&gt;Superman Returns&lt;/i&gt; bersama salah satu      sobat gilaku, yg juga doyan nonton dan menghamburkan uang. (aku tak tahu      ada aura apa antara aku dan sobatku yg satu itu, setiap jalan ma dia,      pasti aku habis2an. Habis suara--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; karna ngomong tanpa      henti, Habis energi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;--&gt;muter2in mal tiada      henti, habis duit --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;jajan n blanja tanpa      henti. He..he…tapi &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dia juga pasti habis2an      seperti aku!) Yuhuuuuu…mumupung masih lajang. &lt;i style=""&gt;Being single is damn beautiful&lt;/i&gt;, meskipun hati kecilku merana      juga sih, kluyuran kmana2 pasti cuma sama ceweq mlulu. Eh ngga ding,      ralat-ralat…banyak juga cowoq yg ngajak jalan (sebut saja fans-fansku      bremgsekku tercinta ha…ha…) But who cares lah..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;" start="3" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Bulan ini aku juga      nekat beli 2 biji kaos. Gila habis…ngga mikir bakal beli tuh kaos. Pas      nglihatnya, hati ini langsung jatuh cinta. The shopping devil d benakku      segera memprovokasi agar aku segera menyambernya dari gantungan dan segera      membawanya lari ke kamar pas. Mematut d depan cermin, sumpehhhh..bagus      bgt. Ngga ada pikir panjang. Langsung ajah bayar d kasirr. Kaos lengan      pendek warna coklat cappuccino yg unik bgt, bakal keren kalo d paduin      dengan &lt;i style=""&gt;second skin&lt;/i&gt; hitam.      Wuiss…perfect T-shirt. Belum berhenti sampai d situ, ketika mampir d      swalayan deket rumah, setan blanja pun terbangun setelah melihat kaos pink      panjang berkerah strip. Dia berteriak agar aku segera mendekatinya. Oh…aku      pingiiin bgt. Tnang, tnang..1,2,3..yups langsung bawa ke kasirr. Tolong      setan shopping..ENYAHLAH!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;     &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;" start="4" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Yang kali ini bisa      juga d bilang gila, tapi aku sama sekali ngga menyesal. Pas main ke jogja      aku bli 2 novel sekaligus. Ups ngga sekaligus ding. Yang pertama dianterin      Za, judulnya &lt;b style=""&gt;Zona @ Tsunami&lt;/b&gt; (Romance-nya      nyentuh bgt. Cerdas…baca ngga ada sehari lgsng kelar) dan yang kedua      dianter An, judulnya &lt;b style=""&gt;Kambing Jantan&lt;/b&gt;      (novel gila, kocak, jorok, keji etc. Tp ttp gak nyesel deh) Beli d kios yg      sama di hari yang berurutan pula. Mungkin penjualnya cm bisa batin, &lt;b style=""&gt;“Mbaknya ini kok dateng lagi tapi kok      cowoknya bda. Waduh mbak mungut cowoq d mna nih?” &lt;/b&gt;Wuisss…nyantai mas,      jgn berprasangka buruk dulu. Ngga kok ..mereka cuma ehm..ehm..temmmennn kok.      ha..ha..(ada dua berbedaan yg sangat signifikan antara Za n An. Those      are..aku ngga tahu knapa pas jln ma Za, padahal baru prtma kali ketemu,      tapi seperti dah temenan lama buanget. Ngga ada grogi or canggung. Kayak      aku jalan aja sama si Lany, Nando, Wisnu (sobat2ku) sedari SMA. Tapi yg      aneh si An kok malah aneh. Knapa aneh yah? I just don’t know. Padahal dia      sm aku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; tmn kuliah, tp entah      knpa dia aneh buangett. Ngga bnyk ngomong dan yg pasti ngga berani kontak      mata. What’s wrong with u An? Apa konflik masa lalu antara aku, kamu dan      Satt masih membekas d hati kamu? Maap yah..&lt;i style=""&gt;Swear&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;I didn’t mean it      at all.&lt;/i&gt; Maksih bgt buat mereka berdua. Mereka berhak mendapatkan      Farida award as best hangout partner..opo kuwi? Aku yo ra ngerti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;" start="5" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Dan ini salah satu ide      gilaku..yakni bolos kerja barang sehari dan minggat ke mal sendirian. Peduli      setan, mau d potong gaji kek, mau ngga d gaji kek. Aku ngga peduli. Yups      sendirian dan aku bebas mau nglakuin apa aja. Mulai dari cuma nongkrong di      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;food court&lt;/span&gt; sambil baca novel ditemenin sebungkus potato chips dan es teh      muaniss (semanis aku ha..ha…) lihat-lihat baju tapi klo dah ngga bisa      ngempet mungkin aku bakal nekat blanja. Trus dilanjutin dengan nonton      film, ampun deh aku suka banget ma film gtu loh. Nonton &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirates of The      Carribbean: the dead man’s chest&lt;/span&gt;. Sekali lagi cuma SENDIRIAN. Tapi sekali      lagi tak ada suntikan dana untuk melakukannya. Sial..bankrupt akuh..! Tapi      suerrr &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I WILL DO IT&lt;/span&gt; sooner..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;CONCLUSION: BULAN INI AKU bangkrut plus gila….:(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-115320782969939733?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/115320782969939733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=115320782969939733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/115320782969939733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/115320782969939733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/07/insanity.html' title='INSANITY'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-114983842442164782</id><published>2006-06-09T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:37:34.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNA SEBUAH KESEDIHAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/1600/airmata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/320/airmata.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;courtesy by www.google.co.id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;Aku adalah sebuah kegembiraan yang hadir dalam jiwa kesedihan seorang gadis yang beranjak dewasa. Gadis itu selalu bertanya kepadaku dimana kasih sayang yang terlewatkan di masa kecilnya. Hentakan dan pukulan kehidupan telah mematikan kebahagiaan yang seharusnya dimilikinya sejak kehidupan ini menyapa. Dia telah terjegal oleh kesedihan yang tak mungkin dia lupakan sampai ajal menjemputnya. Nafas kehidupan tidak akan berhenti sebelum air matanya kering terkuras habis oleh kesengsaraan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat aku hadir dalam nadi hidup dan kesendiriannya, ia berteriak dan tertawa kegirangan melepas semua beban dalam hidupnya. Kesepian telah menyiksanya berabad-abad lamanya hingga membuat pikiran normalnya sebagai manusia hampir hilang bersama air mata. Aku sendiri tidak pernah bermimpi akan bertemu dengan sebuah cerita yang akan membawaku menjadi bagian indah dan sedih dalam kisah itu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;Gadis itu selalu berkisah kepadaku tentang mimpi-mimpinya saat dia terpasung derita. Taman-taman mimpi yang ia sirami dengan tetesan air mata hingga layu dan mati. Senyum lebar dan tawanya mengisyaratakan bahwa ia sedang merdeka dan akan selalu merdeka. Aku melintasi alam pikiran dan jiwanya untuk mengetahui masa lalu yang menyesakkan hidupnya selama ini. Kudapati dia adalah seorang putri yang sedang menunggu keajaiban dari semua mimpi-mimpi yang pernah ia ceritakan padaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu malam dia pernah menangis di hadapanku dengan muka penuh memar. Dia merasa sangat kesakitan karena ada sesuatu dalam jiwa gadis itu yang selalu menyiksa tanpa henti. Dia memelukku dan memintaku jangan pernah meninggalkannya. Aku terdiam dan mati rasa dengan segala keterbatasan perasaanku. Tiada yang pernah lebih menyakitkan dalam hidupku kecuali menyaksikan drama kehidupan putri itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia selalu tersenyum manis kepadaku jika sedang berdiri di hadapanku. Walaupun sebenarnya aku tahu kalau hatinya sedang terluka. Apa yang harus aku lakukan untuknya? Terkadang pertanyaan itu melesat jauh dalam lubuk hatiku. Di mana aku menemukan cara untuk menyembuhkan lukanya? Selalu saja pertanyaan itu menyesakkan dadaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah kisah yang tidak akan pernah aku lupakan seumur hidup, sebuah kisah yang memeberiku pelajaran berharga tentang pedihnya kehidupan. Cerita ini kututurkan karena dia ingin dunia yang indah ini tahu tentang keberadaannya. Dia ingin dunia ini tahu tentang segala mimpi-mimpi indahnya. Sebuah kisah tentang seorang putri yang kehilangan ‘hidup’ dalam hidupnya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-114983842442164782?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/114983842442164782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=114983842442164782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114983842442164782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114983842442164782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/06/warna-sebuah-kesedihan.html' title='WARNA SEBUAH KESEDIHAN'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-114965148752777399</id><published>2006-06-06T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:59:02.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGHTER IS MEDICINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/1600/IMG_4403.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/320/IMG_4403.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;courtesy by Mas Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everybody in this world laughs in his or her life. We may consider that laughter is not an important thing. We also think that laughter has no influence on our energy levels. Those kinds of perception are wrong because the fact it does. Recently, research has proved that laughing has beneficial effects on the body and mind. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On physical side, laughter can give us some benefits. When we laugh, our belly area and diaphragm are exercised. When people laugh hard, the often hold a hand on their belly. This abdominal movement deepens breathing, which allows more oxygen to the body and makes circulation more effective. It has been found that laughing expands blood vessels and speeds up tissue healing. Laughing also stimulates the production of endorphins (the body’s natural painkillers), burns off fat, and generally relaxes the muscles. In short, laughing really can make our body healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the emotional side, laughter is absolutely the best medicine for us. It is impossible to laugh heartily when our heart is anxious, tensed, or depressed. When we have a good laugh about what we have seen on TV or read in a book, just for a minute, we can absolutely forget our problems. Some people are over-whelmed by laughter. They sit on their chair helplessly, they bend forward, and they are laughing very loudly and do not care what they look like at the moment. Laughing is a lovely way to ease our problems. In brief, laughing is a medicine for our emotional matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now we know that laughter is such important thing in part of our life. Since it is important for our body and mind, we should grateful that God still give us a chance to laugh. So where are you going to find a reason to laugh? Think about what have made you laugh in the past. Those can be funny experiences, books, or films. Do you have any friends or colleagues who have a good sense of humor? You should spend more time with them. Keep in mind; don’t laugh exaggeratedly because people will regard you as a lunatic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-114965148752777399?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/114965148752777399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=114965148752777399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114965148752777399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114965148752777399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/06/laughter-is-medicine.html' title='LAUGHTER IS MEDICINE'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-114914941187427016</id><published>2006-06-01T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:38:26.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/1600/filosofi%20lilin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/320/filosofi%20lilin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;light of candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;courtesy of Mas Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;My mother said that her friend is goin’ to die because the desease that’s getting worse all day. She begins to lose her hair, she cries. She said that she is afraid to die. She doesn’t want to be buried and get tortured by the munkar and nakir (the angels of the grave)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Six feet under?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of place is this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am afraid also to think about that thing. I am not ready for that thing called death. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Alloh, your’re who owns my life, please give me a long age to prepare all the things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be someone who just wastes my time to feel the glamour of this world. It is just a while, but there’s no eternal place but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; afterworld.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I am just a fragile or nothing. But I still have my own feet to stand, walk and even run. I will use my hands to do something in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; ways and helping people who needs my deeds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t change the destiny which You have written in my palm hands, but at least I really wont give up to the faith. I will try with my all efforts to be a better and better person for You. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-114914941187427016?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/114914941187427016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=114914941187427016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114914941187427016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114914941187427016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/06/confession.html' title='CONFESSION'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-114906285521689040</id><published>2006-05-30T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:23:27.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER I LOVE U....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/1600/www.gintasrsculptures.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/320/www.gintasrsculptures.com.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; I&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;really believe that everybody on this beautiful earth has a mother in their life. Just like me, I have a great mother whom I really love a lot. For me, my mother is someone who loves me and even sometimes I just can’t understand how she shows her love to me. My mother is the best gift that I’ve ever had in my life. She always makes me realize how good I am, gives all her best to me, encourages me to grab my dreams, and absolutely she is someone whom I can’t live without. Unfortunately, I have never realized how I love her so much and the way like I feel this time before God gave me a warning 2 years ago. I have a memory about my mother that has opened my eyes and changed me to be a good daughter. That memory has taught me the meaning of love for a mother, how I should care of her, how I should treat her and many more. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;That memory happened on March 2002 when I was in the third grade of senior high school. My mother had been sick for more than a half of year and her health was very bad. She had never complained about her condition to her family and even she still went to work. On Wednesday morning, there was no body at home but only my mother and me. That morning, like usual I was watching my favourite TV programme when my mother was in the kitchen to wash the dishes. I actually had warned her not to do the daily activities but she didn’t listen to my admonition. I was disgruntled then I just let her did what she wanted to do. Suddenly, I heard my mother’s voice was calling my name loudly. I got shocked and rushed to the kitchen to find out what had happened to her. I couldn’t believe what I saw. My mother had collapsed on the floor in front of the bath room. I was so panicked and numb. My body was shaking and trembling. I could not move from the place I was standing by. I didn’t know what I had to do to help her. Then I tried to wake her up by shaking her body rudely but she was still unconscious. I started to cry loudly and called out her name several times. Hastily, she slowly opened her eyes and stared at me. I immediately helped her to stand and guided her to the bed room. After I had laid her down on the bed, I phoned my father to tell him that something had happened to my mother. Unluckily, my father wasn’t in his office at that moment so I left him a message. In that crucial condition, I had to do something for her. That sentence resound in my head all the time. Without asking her opinion, I took her to the hospital by taxi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;As soon as we had arrived in the hospital, some nurses took her to the emergency room. I was standing beside her when a doctor came and then examined her seriously. I was so nervous and tensed. I couldn’t help to weep because my mother looked so pale and weak. My heart was beating fast. In that kind of situation, I wished that I had a big brother to accompany me because I was so scared. In fact, there was no body beside me to share of. I just could bite my fingers to flee my fear. My head was spinning around. Suddenly, I got an idea to phone some friends in order to accompany me in the hospital. No longer after that, my friends came and comfort me with their ‘magic’ words. They said that I had to be strong and tough to face this problem. They also said that this was a God’s testing to me so I had to be patient. Maybe, sooner or later I would take some precious lessons from this kind of moment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;After more than an hour of examination, the doctor told me that my mother had to stay in the hospital for intensive treatment because my mother’s health was very bad. I agreed with the doctor’s suggestion then my mother was taken to a special room for treatment. She slept after she had an injection from a nurse. I assured my friends that I could take care of my mother by my self but they still insisted to accompany me. I was touched because I had many best friends who wanted to stay beside me in my bad times. My friends and I were waiting for my mother when my father and my sister arrived. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;There was something unexpected happened. My mother’s health was getting weaker and weaker. The doctor explained that my mother’s haemoglobin level was dropped. She was in critical condition. I felt that my heart jumped out. I was scared and thought negatively all the time. I didn’t want her die. I stood by her side all the days because I was afraid of losing her from my life. Until one night, she called my name gently. She said to me that there was no longer for her to live in this world. I cried loudly when she said those words. She added that if she had passed away, I had to look after of my father and sister. My mother also said that she prayed for me so that I could be a good and successful woman in this life. I shed tears and stopped her saying things like that. I told her that she would recover as soon as possible. Then I went home and cried all night long. I kissed all her clothes and stared at her pictures. I prayed days and nights to God in order no to separate me from my mother. I asked Him to give me a second chance to love and take care of her with all my heart. I really didn’t want to lose her. I didn’t know what my life would be without her. Finally God answered all my prayers. She slowly recovered after she had stayed in the hospital for 2 months. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;From that moment, I can take many precious lessons that can lead me to do something better as a daughter. I learn how I should take care of my mother and how to love her. I try my best to give her more attentions. I always obey everything she says because now I realize that mother’s words are mostly true. They also can bring us some goodness. Now the relationship between my mother and I are closer than before. I always talk and share my problems with her. She is just a good listener and adviser. I keep on telling to my self that I will make her happy for rest of her life. That is my vow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m grateful to God who has blessed me with such kind of miracle. He still gave me a second chance to see my mother who stands by my side until this day. Sometimes I think that I must be the happiest girl on earth. I may not be beautiful, smart or wealthy but I have a great mother who always smiles at me in every single of my days. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/320/tragedi%20Gempa%2027%20Mei%2006%20YK23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see the crack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;courtesy of Zahirul Alwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May, 27th 2006. It's Saturday morning at 05.55 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just feel the shaking of the earth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Owner of this earth had waken us up with his saturday massive earthquake in Jogja and some other cities as well. Ladies and Gentleman, the warning of life had came to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What's goin' on dude? I am asking you...can you see the natural disasters here around us? The Merapi Volcano hasn't been really erupted yet. Its refugees still 'stranded' in the camps where they are not well-treated. So..here it is. See the morning earthquake came and filled the nice weekend with such tears. The nature just cant stand anymore with our behaviors which is always neglecting the "right paths". The 57 seconds earthquake should awake us that we are nothing because The Creator of this globe can take His anytime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-114870948877365935?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/114870948877365935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=114870948877365935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114870948877365935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114870948877365935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/05/saturday-morning-massive-earthquake.html' title='SATURDAY MORNING MASSIVE EARTHQUAKE'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-114862316384313715</id><published>2006-05-25T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:59:23.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Khamar...oh KhamaR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/1600/white%20wine%20al%20ilrefugio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/400/white%20wine%20al%20ilrefugio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stairway to hell.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Barang siapa meminum seteguk khamar maka tidak diterima Allah amal fardhu dan sunatnya selama tiga hari. Dan siapa yang minum khamar segelas, maka Allah Taala tidak akan menerima amalnya selama empat puluh hari. Dan orang yang tetap minum khamar, maka selayaknya Allah memberinya dari 'Nahrul Khabal'."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika ditanya, "Ya Rasulullah apakah "Nahrul Khabal itu?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah menjawab, "Darah bercampur nanah orang ahli neraka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just read it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu hari, Umar Bin Khatab sedang berjalan-jalan di lorong Kota Madinah. Di ujung persimpangan jalan beliau bertemu dengan seorang pemuda yang sedang membawa sebuah kendi. Serta merta si pemuda itu pun menyembunyikan kendi yang dibawanya ke dalam kain sarung.&lt;br /&gt;Melihat gelagat yang tidak wajar dari si pemuda, Umar Bin Khatab lantas bertanya, "Apa yang kau  bawa wahai anak muda?"&lt;br /&gt;Si pemuda pun panik mendengar pertanyaan sang khalifah yang terkenal dengan ketegasannya itu. Lalu ia menjawab dengan suara tergagap jika benda yang dibawanya berisi madu. Padahal sebenarnya kendi itu berisi khamar. Jauh dalam lubuk hati si pemuda, sebenarnya ia ingin sekali berhenti dari kebiasaannya minum air haram tersebut. Sesungguhnya ia menyesal telah melanggar apa yang dilarang oleh agama. Dan ia ingin sekali insyaf. Dalam penyesalannya, ia berdoa kepada Allah agar Khalifah Umar tidak memeriksa kendi yang dibawanya.&lt;br /&gt;Karena tidak percaya dengan jawaban si pemuda, Khalifah Umar ingin membuktikan apa sebenarnya isi kendi itu. Rupanya doa tulus si pemuda untuk bertobat dikabulkan oleh Allah. Seketika itu juga kendi berisi khamar berubah menjadi madu. Allah memberikan kemudahan dan keselamatan pada si pemuda karena adanya niat yang ikhlas untuk bertaubat padaNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys...amazing banget ngga sih. Padahal pemuda itu baru niat dalam hatinya aja loh, Allah sudah sebegitu Maha Kasih pada hambaNya. Bagaimana kalo taubat itu sudah diaplikasikan dalm perbuatan yah? Mungkin aku sendiri juga belum jadi hambaNya yang baik. Tapi setidaknya kita bisa ambil pelajaran dari kisah di atas untuk menjadi hamba-hambaNya yang lebih baik. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19194505-114862316384313715?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/114862316384313715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=114862316384313715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114862316384313715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114862316384313715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/05/khamaroh-khamar.html' title='Khamar...oh KhamaR'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-114845810638458528</id><published>2006-05-23T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T01:08:26.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA YANG SATU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/1600/1.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/400/1.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rasulullah SAW berkata pada Ali Bin Abu Thalib "Katakanlah, Dialah Allah adalah Tuhan Yang Satu. Dialah Allah tempat bergantung. Dia tidak beranak dan tidak diperanakkan. Tidak ada sesuatu pun yang sepadan denganNya. Dialah Allah, yang tiada Tuhan selain Dia. Dia mengetahui yang samar dan yang nyata. Dialah Yang Maha Pengasih dan lagi Maha Penyayang. Jika Dia menghendaki sesuatu, Dia cukup mengatakan 'Jadi', maka jadilah yang dikehendakiNya. Dialah Allah, tiada Tuhan kecuali Dia, yang hidup abadi dan berdiri sendiri. Dia tidak dilanda kantuk, dan tidak juga tidur. Dia tidak dapat dilihat, tetapi Dia melihat semua makhlukNya. Dia mengetahui segala yang lembut, tidak ada yang tersembunyi baginya. Dialah yang kuasa membuat gembira atas duka cita. Dialah yang menghidupkan dan mematikan. Dia yang membangkitkan kehidupan dari kematian dan kematian ke kehidupan. Dia memberi hidup kepada bumi dan setelah kematiannya dan kepadaNya kita semua akan kembali. Adalah Dia, Allah, yang memiliki timur dan barat. Ke mana saja engkau berada, di situlah wajah Allah hadir dan mengetahui segalanya. Itulah Allah, Tuhanmu yang memilki kerajaan. Apa saja yang kau sebut selain dia, sedikit pun tidak mempunyai kekuasaan, meski cuma atas sebutir bintik putih di punggung biji kurma."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Arroisi, Arman, Tarikh Nabi, hal 71-72)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-114845810638458528?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/114845810638458528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=114845810638458528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114845810638458528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114845810638458528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/05/dia-yang-satu.html' title='DIA YANG SATU'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-114827116873460164</id><published>2006-05-21T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:12:48.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL CORN SOUP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/1600/corn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/320/corn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special Corn Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aku suka banget sama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this delicious soup&lt;/span&gt;. Pertama nyobain nih masakan ngrasa rada-rada aneh. Kirain yang namanya sup itu pasti kuahnya bening kayak sup buatan emak. Eh ternyata ada juga sup yang kentel+buthek kayak pikiranku klo lagi BT. Nah pendek kata, Sup jagung ini agak-agak ngga ngepas di lidahku yang notabene lidah 'pedususunan', yang terbiasa dengan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;traditional cuisine&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi lama-kelamaan aku nagih banget sama sup yang aku kenal pas pertama kali nge-kos di Jogja ini. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's why I wanna share my special recipe of this corn soup with all of U. Check it out&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;4 sdm susu bubuk putih&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;2 gelas kaldu ayam (+360)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;2 butir telur ayam&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;2 sdm tepung terigu&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;300 gr jagung pipilan&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Garam dan lada secukupnya&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Keju parut&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Daun peterseli&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cara memasak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Masak susu bubuk putih dicampur dengan kaldu ayam, aduk sampai mendidih. Lalu masukkan telur. Setelah tercampur rata, masukkan tepung terigu sedikit demi sedikit sambil diayak dan terus diaduk, masak dengan api yang kecil saja. Tunggu hingga matang. Angkat lalu saring.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Setelah disaring panaskan kembali diatas api. Masukkan jagung pipilan, garam dan lada secukupnya. Sebentar kemudian tuangkan ke mangkuk dan taburkan keju parut serta daun peterseli halus diatasnya.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat mencoba aja yah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19194505-114827116873460164?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/114827116873460164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=114827116873460164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114827116873460164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114827116873460164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/05/special-corn-soup.html' title='SPECIAL CORN SOUP'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-114801280178487102</id><published>2006-05-18T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:26:41.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bersujud Kepada Sang Maha Sempurna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/1600/tobat%20le.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/320/tobat%20le.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bentangan sajadah hijau serta untaian butiran tasbih putih adalah saksi bisu air mataku mengharap cinta dan sayang Sang Penggegam Jiwaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/19194505-114801280178487102?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/114801280178487102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=114801280178487102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114801280178487102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114801280178487102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/05/bersujud-kepada-sang-maha-sempurna.html' title='Bersujud Kepada Sang Maha Sempurna'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-114180099503334420</id><published>2006-03-07T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:46:53.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One I am waiting For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The way he treats me get me crazy all days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;why did he treat me like that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just dont know the answer, just dont know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is it true that he is the one that I am waiting for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am waiting for the answer...I'll be waiting for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I am sorry honey...I have to stop messaging you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to forget u though I really want u in every single day of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not ready for crying again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;one thing you should know....I Miss You.&lt;br /&gt;~Rhea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-114180099503334420?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/114180099503334420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=114180099503334420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114180099503334420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/114180099503334420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-i-am-waiting-for.html' title='The One I am waiting For'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113990443644798712</id><published>2006-02-13T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:11:49.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellphone I'm dreaming of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/1600/7610_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/320/7610_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nokia 7610--&gt; Ups...just see thiz one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the cellphone I'm dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I just don't understand why I always dream about this damn beautiful cellphone, Nokia 7610. For ordinary employee like me, this red-black phone is unreachable. It is the luxurious one. Its unique shape get me crazy whenever I see this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day, Nandini, one of friend brought this phone when we had a high school reunion in Classic Steak. I had seen on TV before. But when I see it with my own eyes, it really attracted me to be the one who owned the phone. &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/19194505-113990443644798712?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113990443644798712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113990443644798712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113990443644798712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113990443644798712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/02/cellphone-im-dreaming-of.html' title='Cellphone I&apos;m dreaming of'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113937482943064679</id><published>2006-02-07T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:57:25.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Pearl Earring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/1600/large_385ES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/320/large_385ES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Terkadang dalam lamunan menjelang tidur, aku merasa jika perlakuanku terhadap Renzo selama ini sedikit kejam. Namun ini adalah sebuah jalan yang telah aku putuskan jauh hari sebelum aku bertemu Renzo di pesta om Harya setengah tahun yang lalu. Hari ini Renzo memberiku sebuah kejutan. Bersama Rihad, Olik dan Kezha, mereka mengajakku ke pantai. Sebenarnya aku sudah menduga jika Renzo akan memberiku sesuatu, karena hari ini adalah ulang tahunku ke-24.&lt;br /&gt;Benar dugaanku, ia memberiku sebuah bungkusan kecil terbungkus rapi. Ia memaksaku membuka bungkusan itu di depan Rihad, Olik dan Kezha.&lt;br /&gt;Kado kecil itu berisi &lt;strong&gt;Sepasang anting mutiara hitam&lt;/strong&gt;. Mata Kezha terbelalak melihat anting itu. Maafkan aku Kezha…. Satu hari nanti Renzo akan menyadari jika tak ada wanita yang mencintainya sepertimu. Renzo memintaku untuk mengenakannya minggu depan saat pesta ulang tahun papanya. Aku hanya menganggukkan kepala walaupun hatiku tidak pernah mengiyakannya. Sakit rasanya dada ini…entah mengapa hari ini aku teringat lagi pada Ibam. Aku tidak bisa mengingkarinya…jika hanya Ibam yang ada dan selalu ada!&lt;br /&gt;~Rhea Winata~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-113937482943064679?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113937482943064679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113937482943064679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113937482943064679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113937482943064679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/02/black-pearl-earring.html' title='Black Pearl Earring'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113921727582844541</id><published>2006-02-06T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:57:52.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNEQ-UNEQ......DAB</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bagaimana seharusnya aku mengungkapkan apa yang aku rasakan dalam benakku ini, menjadi sebuah pertanyaan tersendiri untukku. Kehadiran air mata yang selalu mengalir teratur setiap hari, mewarnai kesenduan dan kesedihan sejati. Aku tak pernah berhenti mencari jalan untuk membebaskan jiwaku yang terbelenggu lingkaran setan, entah setan atau apa, yang aku tahu aku tidak merdeka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mengapa aku menjadi seseorang yang harus selalu mengalah dan berkata “ya”, walaupun hati kecilku berontak dan ingin teriak “Tidaaaak”. Kesanggupan untuk membayangkan keruhnya pikiran yang terombang-ambing orientasi masa depan yang “blur”. Oh..betapa susahnya untuk bermimpi indah di malam hari. Ketika aku harus mengambil keputusan tersulit pun, terkadang aku juga harus “gila” terlebih dahulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-113921727582844541?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113921727582844541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113921727582844541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113921727582844541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113921727582844541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/02/uneq-uneqdab.html' title='UNEQ-UNEQ......DAB'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113886909189062840</id><published>2006-02-02T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:31:31.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedih Ngga Sedih</title><content type='html'>Di bulan Januari kemarin banyak banget instansi2 pemerintah yang buka lowongan CPNS. Sedih banget karena aku ngga bisa apply dengan alasan yang amat simpel, semuanya harus S1. Yah mo gmna lagi, klo mo daftar pakai ijazah SMA juga nanggung. Akhirnya ya ngga bisa daftar. Pingin kuliah lagi, biaya belom cukup. Pusing..ngga mood nge-blog!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-113886909189062840?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113886909189062840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113886909189062840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113886909189062840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113886909189062840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/02/sedih-ngga-sedih.html' title='Sedih Ngga Sedih'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113809010383243737</id><published>2006-01-23T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:42:02.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FigHtinG 4 New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Actually I am not feeling well for working today. But I insist myself to work or just show my face to the office. I'm responsible in handling the magazine plotting and many works that get me crazy. God, I'm little bit unsure about what I have done this morning. Alloh, You know that I have a lot of dreams deep down inside. I'm scare that I couldn't accomplish them. So then a question running in my head all time, when will they come true?. Somebody upstair said that we have gotta believe what we wish for. OoOh...no, I am a loser, damn loser who sell my soul to the faith. I have tried to climb the mountain without any tools or something. I am completely alone. No, no I am not alone, I have U God, here right here...inside of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from this day, I choose to fight for living not only mine but also for them. I will do anything to reach my dreams, yes I will.&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/19194505-113809010383243737?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113809010383243737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113809010383243737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113809010383243737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113809010383243737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/01/fighting-4-new-life.html' title='FigHtinG 4 New Life'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113781725015695438</id><published>2006-01-20T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:48:02.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUst Waiting FoR the time 2 leave.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just dont know why it could be like thiz. Surrendering my faith to this fuckin damn .....NO WAY. At first I really feel comfort in a such place but why they treat me and my friends as if we were gadget robotic that have no brain at all. We are human and we need to be appreciated for what we've dedicate. It's so simple....give back our rights. Do U hear me?&lt;br /&gt;This week I've passed through the days without any smiles or something special. ONCE AGAIN..NOTHING SPECIAL. I hate it...they suck our blood. They're vampires, fuckin damn vampires. I cried yesterday and the day before yesterday. I protested to them but they won't change their fuckin policies. Damn....I want to kick their ass. I am just an ordinary young woman whose no power to fight against them. There's no other way but strike...lets strike them! Friend, just prepare...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-113781725015695438?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113781725015695438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113781725015695438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113781725015695438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113781725015695438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-waiting-for-time-2-leave.html' title='JUst Waiting FoR the time 2 leave.....'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113720655394725002</id><published>2006-01-13T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T03:46:26.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME YOU DON'T SEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Menjelang waktu merebahkan jiwa diatas kedamaian dan cinta, yang telah menghilang dariku bertahun-tahun lamanya, aku sempat berpikir untuk tak pernah menikmatinya, meski sedetik saja. Terkadang aku merasa masih kuat untuk berlari mengejar kunang-kunang atau sekedar berjalan menikmati langit senja di atap rumah. Namun pada kenyataannya aku tak mampu melakukannya meski ada banyak orang yang menawarkan tangan mereka padaku.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku terlalu egois, apatis dengan lingkungan yang selalu memberiku cinta. Kenapa rasa untuk hadir dalam suasana kebahagiaan terlalu berat untukku. Aku lahir atas nama kesedihan, aku tumbuh juga atas nama penderitaan, dan kini aku dewasa atas nama kekecewaan. Banyak hal yang tak bisa aku ungkapkan dengan kata-kata. Aku hanya bisa tertawa dan sesaat kemudian meneteskan air mata.&lt;br /&gt;Kebahagiaan adalah hal absurd dalam hidupku. Apapun yang disebut kebahagiaan selalu kalah dan akan hilang menguap seperti embun pagi diterik mentari. Sekali lagi sang pemenang adalah kesedihanku.&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari, seseorang berbisik padaku,”There’ll be a miracle come to U someday. Just wait...”. Sebuah bisikan konyol. Tak pernah ada keajaiban dalam notebook hidupku. Yang ada hanya kesedihan.&lt;br /&gt;~RHEA WINATA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-113720655394725002?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113720655394725002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113720655394725002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113720655394725002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113720655394725002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2006/01/me-you-dont-see_14.html' title='ME YOU DON&apos;T SEE'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113600666341385057</id><published>2005-12-30T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T19:30:59.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Thiz Feeling.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Apa yang ada dalam benak dan otakku saat ini tengah menyakitiku perlahan. Aku tidak pernah meminta rasa itu, tapi knapa ia harus datang tiba-tiba disaat segalanya sedang tenang. Di mana aku harus bersandar jika hal itu terjadi lagi, aku takut. Rasanya tak ada lagi stok air mata yang tersisa. Sialan, sialan.....aku benci rasa itu.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Alloh, salahkah aku? aku takut semuanya akan terjadi lagi, saya lelah Ya Rabb...lelah sekali.&lt;br /&gt;Hati saya lelah.....tolong saya...! Dewasakan hati ini agar menjadi tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it happen again, again and again?&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling, fuckin' damn feeling...Gosh, it'll hurt me sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Why, it comes to me again when I'm on the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be such silly person who is always waiting for tears.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;Alloh help me out to dump this thing away.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna cry no more.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-113600666341385057?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113600666341385057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113600666341385057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113600666341385057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113600666341385057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hate-thiz-feeling.html' title='I Hate Thiz Feeling.........'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113591938592103088</id><published>2005-12-29T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:09:45.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyday is a way for me to conclude everything, but I still dont realize what kind of life it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope I could turn back the time coz it is hard to believe. Watching their smile in front of me is a time to draw back all I've got. I dream about the situation where I can pour up my minds in words. I really wish, wish and wish....tomorrow will be on my side. God, do you hear me? I scream loudly. Do you see me? I am standing here with my all tears and waiting for your light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss them, all sweet memories that have  lost in the dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont wanna be a person who gets crazy in love. I know that love is just a thing can kill me fastly. I am tired, tired with all of them. It seems I'll walk by myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;silly writing...in my computer......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-113591938592103088?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113591938592103088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113591938592103088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113591938592103088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113591938592103088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2005/12/sounds-in-my-heart.html' title='Sounds in my heart'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113358637394641671</id><published>2005-12-02T20:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:06:13.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagi Tanpa Cinta.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pagi ini, aku bangun tanpa cinta, pendek kata beban. Tidak ada satu wajah pun yang melintas, seperti setiap pagi di kos Asoka 2 tahun lalu. Wajah 1 lelaki, setiap pagi,  setiap mata terbuka. Sangat menyiksa. Inilah yang ku inginkan, hidup yang seperti ini, tidak sedang mencinta. Bergegas mengguyur muka, bersujud pada yang Akbar, mohon keridhoan-Nya. Teringat satu janji, yang segera saja kuingkari dengan ketikan dosa, Maaf, Maaf..."Cinta-ku" aku tak boleh menatapmu besok, maka aku mengingkarinya. Sekali lagi juga pagi ini, kenapa pagi ini? entah, jangankan berpikir lagi, enyahlah dosa...! Esok, aku akan bertemu "soulmate" ku, kangen, kangen...ALLOH, Engkau Maha tahu isi hati ini, berilah dia sesuatu yang indah, karena aku mencintanya. Make all the dreams of my soulmate wishes for come true...please Alloh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-113358637394641671?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113358637394641671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113358637394641671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113358637394641671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113358637394641671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2005/12/pagi-tanpa-cinta_113358637394641671.html' title='Pagi Tanpa Cinta.....'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113282339733473880</id><published>2005-11-24T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:16:53.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SonG for The Vanity of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/1600/ayumi%20stunning2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/1895/320/ayumi%20stunning2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes, I think that life is not really fair, but that’s gonna be really hard to look forward for everything I’ve passed by. I have been walking for years by myself, without someone who really understands me at all. All the joys I reveal, those are fakeness of my life. I hate all of them who are pretending to be the nice one but actually, they’re just disgusting creatures I have met ever. What should I do? Grab my own soul without the consolation of God? I won’t do that, though slightly in my mind. I just wanna share these pains with people out there. Life is beautifully hard…is it true babe?&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I found you here, yes…here in my blood, my heart, and go through in my fuckin’ damn soul. I just can’t believe everything that I see in my years of life. Love is silly thing that I worship for. Gosh, it blinds me with the light. For many times, I lost them, the A, B, C and so forth. For my goodness, those are not really irrational. All the eyes that see me, all the light that flare me, and all the trials that push me far from love. I promise I hate them all. The humiliation of love that I got, I swear I really curse them all. I don’t have any idea what actually I write in. I pour up the letters which have been hiding in my brain all years.&lt;br /&gt;I admire someone who never seen me before. I am hurting through the letters that I type for him in every single day of my breath. I smile at the sun for him, I cry at the moon for him. Counting the pendulum swing without blinking my eyes just for him is a wonderful moment of my life. Crying out loud when he doesn’t hear my whispered tears is sucking thing. There will be no happy ending for my story but I really wished he could sleep here right beside my last grave. The last thing that he should remember about is just rest in peace with my lonely heart.&lt;br /&gt;_RHeA_ &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/19194505-113282339733473880?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113282339733473880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113282339733473880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113282339733473880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113282339733473880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2005/11/song-for-vanity-of-life.html' title='SonG for The Vanity of Life'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113264518080617809</id><published>2005-11-21T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:30:04.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini teNtaNg Rhea......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aku ingin sekali pergi ke sebuah tempat di mana aku tidak akan pernah bertemu dengan semua orang tapi itu bukan mati. Karena waktuku terus berputar dan berputar walaupun aku telah mencoba untuk memutarbalikkan keadaan dalam keputusasaan. Kisahku akan berakhir tapi bukan sekarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Sekarang bukan waktunya menyalahkan siapapun atau apapun. Mungkin, aku sendiri yang harus disalahkan atas semua yang terjadi. Hari ini, rasanya aku ingin mati lagi, tapi aku tidak sanggup lagi memikirkan cara apalagi untuk bunuh diri. Pergi jauh dari semua manusia-manusia keparat dengan mendongakkan kepala dan menertawakan mereka, hingga aku bisa menangis bahagia. Kadang aku membayangkan, memikirkan dan merencanakan untuk membunuh semua orang yang bisa mengancam kebahagiaanku. Keparat, bangsat, peduli setaN...dengan semua kemanisan dan cinta yang telah membuatku merana. Aku hanya menunggu saatnya tiba, itu saja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~RHEA~&lt;/em&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/19194505-113264518080617809?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113264518080617809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113264518080617809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113264518080617809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113264518080617809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2005/11/ini-tentang-rhea.html' title='Ini teNtaNg Rhea......'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19194505.post-113262672685373566</id><published>2005-11-21T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:33:58.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First BloG...!!</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pake komputer kantor no 9, nge-net all the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, aku punya blog he...he...Bingung arep nulis opo, biasanya kalo udah ada ide, pasti banyak yang bisa ditulis tapi......kali ini mau coba-coba dulu aja deh! Kepalaku agak sedikit pening karena berkutat terlalu lama di depan komputer, apa jangan-jangan ketakutanku emang benar, minusku nambah. Ups, nambah lagi-nambah lagi. Karena udah kerja, hampir sebagian besar waktuku dihabiskan di kantor dan depan komputer kagak ada waktu untuk nge-gaul. Setelah kejar deadline akhirnya majalah siap cetak, rapat redaksi dan aku didaulat untuk ngrangkep jadi penyelaras bahasa. Aku kudu belajar jurnalistik lebih mendalam coz tanggung jawab moral ma Alloh, &lt;em&gt;me myself&lt;/em&gt; and pemimpin redaksi. Ngga enak banget, udah di kasih amanah kok ngga &lt;em&gt;do the best.&lt;/em&gt; Kalo kerja ngecawain amanah orang, yah sama aja boong dung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak orang yang aku rindukan hari ini; Kampus FIB UGM specially English class 2002, Bon-bin, Rina ( my bestmate, I love U all the way), Nia (Miss Ur Chirpy talks and careness), Lilin (I'm sorry, though I can't attend ur Big day, just trust me my heart will be there), Mita (I miss Ur calmness and wildness also), ViVi (I miss our silly and crazy behaviors all time), Nuri (gosh, I miss U damn much...You're just great)&lt;br /&gt;DanK, inget-inget jangan nge-blog trus, ayo lanjutin kerjaannya....&lt;br /&gt;Buat temen-temen yang knal ma aku, I Lop u all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19194505-113262672685373566?l=faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/feeds/113262672685373566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19194505&amp;postID=113262672685373566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113262672685373566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19194505/posts/default/113262672685373566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faridaumizahroh.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-first-blog.html' title='My First BloG...!!'/><author><name>Farida Azzahra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHKi_P1yCdM/STA9_HfEe1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhZHH86j2KI/S220/fs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
