<?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-4798248549844787797</id><updated>2012-01-26T02:23:25.344+07:00</updated><category term='silly'/><category term='cheer up :)'/><category term='spare time'/><category term='sad'/><category term='excited'/><category term='wish list'/><category term='unexpected'/><category term='me or moi'/><category term='tell a story'/><category term='fun'/><category term='game'/><category term='love'/><category term='lie'/><category term='want you to know'/><title type='text'>ekanakecil et mademoiselleANGIE</title><subtitle type='html'>- une fille avec deux personalités -</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-6238245215967442550</id><published>2012-01-25T18:51:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T02:23:25.365+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell a story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unexpected'/><title type='text'>the story of unexpected</title><content type='html'>i have one unexpected story. maybe some of you ever had a story like this. if you are interested on my story, be my guest and try to catch up later on the next part / chapter. i will tell you this unexpected story in some chapters. this is not about the love story. it's about faith :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#PART 01&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met this guy on December 2009. actually, i met this guy on a social network, called "Facebook" on July 2009. a couple months before, i had the worst relationship with my ex-boyfriend. well, i guess it's not necessary to talk about that now. i was on a very long school holiday and my sister was on the phone with her friend. i started to ask my sister, "hey, does she has a handsome cousin? can she introduce me to him?". well, it was a joke actually. i have a mood swing that day (actually, my mood is always swing when i get my period), and i didn't know why i asked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yea, she has! search him on Facebook!," my sister said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, she gave me his name and i searched him on Facebook, and Voila! i found him. he was wearing a red shirt on his profile. my first impression? "is that Taylor Lautner?" ahhaha yes. he looked like Taylor Lautner on his profile picture. should i press the "send friend request" button? i asked that to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you should add him. but, don't be surprised if he didn't answer your friend request", my sister's friend told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said before, at first, it was just for fun, so i pressed that button and no worry if he didn't aswer the request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-6238245215967442550?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/6238245215967442550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2012/01/story-of-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/6238245215967442550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/6238245215967442550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2012/01/story-of-unexpected.html' title='the story of unexpected'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-6391412669766954141</id><published>2011-07-26T15:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:37:56.542+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey hey hello! whaddup?</title><content type='html'>wuoaw, it's like forever since my last post here. i am so sorry guys, i was sooo busy with my college things and family things and else. so, let's see what am i going to do with my blog now. geez, i can't think about it cuz too much things in my head that i want to talk to you guys. well, believe it or not, i was staring this blank page for hours. well, i know you guys wanna know about my life. so far, my life's good. even better :D *yeaaayy* so i'm in 3rd semester now. feel so tired now becuz last night, i laughed so hard all night long with my buddy, Petet. here's a &lt;a href="http://sumpitngakak.blogspot.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; so you can see her blog and her blog is so awesome. well, yea. it's written with indonesian. all post in indonesian. but for my indonesian friends, YOU MUST SEE HER BLOG! OMG SHE'S SUCH A HARLEQUIN! oh, damn. she's awesome.so, go check her blog now and ready to crack up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess that's all for today. i hope i can bring you more interesting story. i'm wating for the perfect time to write a new post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, kiss and hug,&lt;br /&gt;-A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-6391412669766954141?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/6391412669766954141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-hey-hey-hello-whaddup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/6391412669766954141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/6391412669766954141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-hey-hey-hello-whaddup.html' title='hey hey hey hello! 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"i could only explain my feelings if you experienced it firsthand to understand it," he said.&lt;br /&gt;so now, you can call me sloppy, childish or etc just the way you like&lt;br /&gt;it's not a problem to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;cuz this is me, this is myself&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't like me,&lt;br /&gt;get out of my life!&lt;br /&gt;i still have a lot of friends that love me just the way i am&lt;br /&gt;and i believe, he accept me as his best friend or maybe more than best friend with all my badness and goodness habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi,&lt;br /&gt;-ekanakecil-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-194761344391538952?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/194761344391538952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-one-could-understand-me-better-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/194761344391538952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/194761344391538952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-one-could-understand-me-better-than.html' title='no one could understand me better than myself'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-4704886324281131751</id><published>2010-10-10T10:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:03:42.819+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lebih baik trpisahkan dri Yesus atau orangtua?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;sebenernya ngga pengen 2-2nya sih. tapi klo disuruh pilih 1, yaaaa terpisahkan sama orangtua aja. orangtua kan hanya sebagai pengantara kita ke Yesus. jadi klo kita kepisah sama orangtua, ngga papa, asalkan masih ada Yesus. btw, ni siapa ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jemappelleAngie?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-4704886324281131751?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/4704886324281131751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/10/lebih-baik-trpisahkan-dri-yesus-atau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/4704886324281131751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/4704886324281131751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/10/lebih-baik-trpisahkan-dri-yesus-atau.html' title='Lebih baik trpisahkan dri Yesus atau orangtua?'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-7789021543057229363</id><published>2010-09-07T12:25:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:11:06.277+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want you to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell a story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheer up :)'/><title type='text'>wisdom of the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TIY5xTpki3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/4BcQ8aIfVSs/s1600/wisdom-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TIY5xTpki3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/4BcQ8aIfVSs/s320/wisdom-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514158313012759410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, these are some advices and knowledge about our life. read this! hope you'll enjoy it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. no one can RUIN your day without your permission&lt;br /&gt;2. most people will be about as HAPPY as they decide to be&lt;br /&gt;3. others can stop you TEMPORARILY, but only you can do it permanently&lt;br /&gt;4. whatever you are willing to put up with is EXACTLY what you will have&lt;br /&gt;5. SUCCESS stops when you do&lt;br /&gt;6. when your ship comes in, make sure you are willing to UNLOAD it&lt;br /&gt;7. you will NEVER "have it all together"&lt;br /&gt;8. life is a JOURNEY, not a destination. enjoy the trip! :)&lt;br /&gt;9. the biggest LIE on the planet: "When i get what i want, i will be happy".&lt;br /&gt;10. the best way to escape your problem is to SOLVE it&lt;br /&gt;11. i've learned that ultimately "TAKERS" lose and "GIVERS" win&lt;br /&gt;12. life's PRECIOUS moments: don't have value, unless they are shared&lt;br /&gt;13. if you don't START, it's certain you won't arrive&lt;br /&gt;14. we often FEAR the thing we want the most&lt;br /&gt;15. yesterday was the deadline for all COMPLAINS&lt;br /&gt;16. look for opportunities, not guarantees &lt;br /&gt;17. life is what's coming not WHAT WAS&lt;br /&gt;18. success is GETTING UP one more time&lt;br /&gt;19. now is the most INTERESTING time of all&lt;br /&gt;20. when things go WRONG, don't go with them&lt;br /&gt;21. sometimes the majority only means that all the FOOLS are in the same side&lt;br /&gt;22. a person who asks a QUESTION might be a fool for five minutes, but a person who doesn't ask is a fool forever&lt;br /&gt;23. a BEST FRIEND is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have&lt;br /&gt;24. i don't have to attend every ARGUMENT i'm invited to&lt;br /&gt;25. our EYES are placed in front because it is more important to look ahead than to look behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up,&lt;br /&gt;mademoiselleAngie- :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: somebody on tumblr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-7789021543057229363?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/7789021543057229363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/09/wisdom-of-soul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/7789021543057229363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/7789021543057229363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/09/wisdom-of-soul.html' title='wisdom of the soul'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TIY5xTpki3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/4BcQ8aIfVSs/s72-c/wisdom-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-894520000098741325</id><published>2010-09-05T09:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T10:23:14.845+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want you to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>where are you?</title><content type='html'>things are different now&lt;br /&gt;you disappear, again&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, maybe you are busy with your work&lt;br /&gt;or busy with your life&lt;br /&gt;but can you give me a "hello"?&lt;br /&gt;you broke your promise to me, not to lost contact&lt;br /&gt;did i make a mistake to you?&lt;br /&gt;i really miss talking to you&lt;br /&gt;i really miss your joke&lt;br /&gt;and you just like disappear&lt;br /&gt;no news&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;br /&gt;has your life change?&lt;br /&gt;i feel empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ekanakecil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-894520000098741325?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/894520000098741325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/894520000098741325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/894520000098741325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-are-you.html' title='where are you?'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-5346911208487389322</id><published>2010-08-28T10:23:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:05:59.746+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want you to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell a story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><title type='text'>special from me and Disney to you.. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/THikBuHwP4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Vg76CjeL5XE/s1600/disney_piccartoon044.1uqh78slo1okck800os0s4wk0.ae6egtt2xvk0sowk84g4ock8k.th.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/THikBuHwP4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Vg76CjeL5XE/s320/disney_piccartoon044.1uqh78slo1okck800os0s4wk0.ae6egtt2xvk0sowk84g4ock8k.th.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510334493555179394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Farbud Yatchie, this is a special note from me, mom and dad, gina, dinda and a little bit with help from Mr. Disney for your special birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/THikf4zvbVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5vEOp0Q0KcE/s1600/25902_1244874162561_1250595017_30575581_4937541_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/THikf4zvbVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5vEOp0Q0KcE/s320/25902_1244874162561_1250595017_30575581_4937541_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510335011820105042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Happy Birthday To You!&lt;br /&gt;i want to do something special for you,&lt;br /&gt;it's your birthday, and you're special too&lt;br /&gt;so i brought some guabs from the outter guab zoo&lt;br /&gt;They honk and squak and sing just for you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Happy Birthday To You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes, here's a present&lt;br /&gt;more crazy creatures, don't worry they're pleasant&lt;br /&gt;they're upside down weets on inside out swings,&lt;br /&gt;they do things backwords, and backwords they sing...&lt;br /&gt;Yppah Yadhtrib, Yppah Yadhtrib, Yppah Yppah Yadhtrib Ot Ouy!&lt;br /&gt;which means:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Happy Birthday To You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a party, a party today&lt;br /&gt;A once a year occasion!&lt;br /&gt;A party, it's comin' your way,&lt;br /&gt;your birthday celebration!&lt;br /&gt;the grandest present I've saved 'til the end,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're the bestest of all of my friends&lt;br /&gt;here's Mickey (Oh, Hi) and Donald (Hellllo) And Goofy too (Ahee-uh)&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate your birthday with you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Happy Birthday To You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to tell you in my own special way,&lt;br /&gt;but you're extra special, so have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Happy Birthday To You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad said: "panjang umur!"&lt;br /&gt;mom said: "sukses terus ya Pauuuulll..."&lt;br /&gt;gina said: "tambah baik, tambah ganteng. mudah-mudahan bisa ke Indo lagi :)"&lt;br /&gt;dinda said: "met ultah abang!"&lt;br /&gt;and i said: "Happy Bornday! Jah bless! jangan lupa berdoa di saat apa pun. mau susah kek, mau seneng kek, tetep berdoa dan bersyukur ya baaaanng... and keep smile :) *big hug's coming to your waaaaayyy....* cheer up, boy! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/THil3i7iA5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/mH6ER3hlIws/s1600/29244_1269758864663_1250595017_30630316_1279378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/THil3i7iA5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/mH6ER3hlIws/s320/29244_1269758864663_1250595017_30630316_1279378_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510336517775688594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Birthday there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group hugs!&lt;br /&gt;-from: ekanakecil and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/THimq7JxAGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sfl9fV-uqgY/s1600/36101_1319722393720_1250595017_30743188_1881718_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/THimq7JxAGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sfl9fV-uqgY/s320/36101_1319722393720_1250595017_30743188_1881718_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510337400451170402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-5346911208487389322?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/5346911208487389322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/08/special-from-me-and-disney-to-you-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/5346911208487389322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/5346911208487389322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/08/special-from-me-and-disney-to-you-d.html' title='special from me and Disney to you.. :D'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/THikBuHwP4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Vg76CjeL5XE/s72-c/disney_piccartoon044.1uqh78slo1okck800os0s4wk0.ae6egtt2xvk0sowk84g4ock8k.th.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-6805277256885197779</id><published>2010-08-14T07:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T07:49:29.224+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want you to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell a story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me or moi'/><title type='text'>(empty)</title><content type='html'>hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been forever since my last post. yeah, i'm busy with my college thing here! exhausted but fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found some new friends, new teacher, new uniform (uniform is a must in my college!) and of course new surrounding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i miss my high school things and i miss my luvly DPR United so much. and also, i really miss talking to Mr. Yatchie (if u read this Mr. Yatchie, dont laugh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, i feel empty during these day. maybe it because of my busyness in my new college but i'm not sure. i have a lot of new friends here but still empty. really. something is missing but i dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emptyness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TGXnWveEdqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/w8pMIywtmJY/s1600/empty-head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TGXnWveEdqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/w8pMIywtmJY/s320/empty-head.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505060497416025762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ekanakecil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-6805277256885197779?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/6805277256885197779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/08/empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/6805277256885197779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/6805277256885197779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/08/empty.html' title='(empty)'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TGXnWveEdqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/w8pMIywtmJY/s72-c/empty-head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-8785485304948468369</id><published>2010-07-27T11:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:03:03.268+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>a sad story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TE5oaL3a1oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SgQym_Xr92U/s1600/work.1054835.7.flat,550x550,075,f.sad-story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TE5oaL3a1oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SgQym_Xr92U/s320/work.1054835.7.flat,550x550,075,f.sad-story.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498446994137077378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boyfriend gave a challenge to his girlfriend to live a day without him. no communication at all and said, if she passed, he'll love her forever. the girlfriend agreed. she did not text or call him a whole day, without knowing that her boyfriend has only 24 hours to live because he's suffering from cancer. she excitedly went to her boyfriend's house the next day. tears fall as she saw her boyfriend lying on the coffin with a note on the side : "you did it baby, can you do it everyday? I LOVE YOU.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapted from: xavier on tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankie,&lt;br /&gt;-mademoiselleAngie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-8785485304948468369?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/8785485304948468369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/07/sad-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/8785485304948468369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/8785485304948468369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/07/sad-story.html' title='a sad story'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TE5oaL3a1oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SgQym_Xr92U/s72-c/work.1054835.7.flat,550x550,075,f.sad-story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-24938530785654617</id><published>2010-07-24T23:12:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:09:49.425+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spare time'/><title type='text'>hey guys, this is TONGUE TWISTERS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TEspYJWJszI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8P0vlu15A-Q/s1600/9-tongue-twisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TEspYJWJszI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8P0vlu15A-Q/s320/9-tongue-twisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497533264938251058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here cuz i have a new silly game for you. well, again :)&lt;br /&gt;maybe you've heard the "Tongue Twisters",&lt;br /&gt;yep, for example in Indonesian: "kecoa cakue kuaci" and say that 10 times quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue Twisters  it's a phrase or sentence which is hard to speak fast, usually because of alliteration or a sequence of nearly similar sounds. it helps develop speech skills &amp; helps in speech therapy. but, i found out with (again) this silly, funny, freak and annoying guy, Paul, it can be a funny game! we tried this game a loooongg time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TEssuhqj7nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7q5443U4HaE/s1600/tongue+twister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TEssuhqj7nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7q5443U4HaE/s320/tongue+twister.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497536947958312562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interested? curious? let's start with the easiest one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bubble bobble, bubble bobble, bubble bobble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED BLOOD BLUE BLOOD say that 10 times correctly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED BULB BLUE BULB RED BULB BLUE BULB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red lorry, yellow lorry, red lorry, yellow lorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy boat. Toy boat. Toy boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique New York (10 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ape hates grape cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly Fleas and Fire Flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny's pretty pink piggy bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black bug's blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubber baby-buggy bumpers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three free throws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knapsack straps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap ship trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely lemon liniment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inchworms itching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The myth of Miss Muffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here we go, harder Tongue Twisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A box of biscuits, a batch of mixed biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this your sister's sixth zither, sir? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six sick slick slim sycamore saplings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six thick thistle sticks. Six thick thistles stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big black bug bit a big black bear, made the big black bear bleed blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One smart fellow, he felt smart. Two smart fellows, they felt smart. Three smart fellows, they all felt smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pope Sixtus VI's six texts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith's Fish Sauce Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish wristwatches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy Shelly says she shall sew sheets (*watch out for your tongue, cuz maybe it can sprain hahhahahaa...*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's shop stocks short spotted socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which wristwatches are Swiss wristwatches? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesser leather never weathered wetter weather better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noisy noise annoys an oyster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly Frank flips fine flapjacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent vowed vengence very vehemently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gertie's great-grandma grew aghast at Gertie's grammar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sells seashells by the sea shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty thrifty thumbs thumped on the third Thursday in Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, the thin twin tinsmith &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat frogs flying past fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flee from fog to fight flu fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boot black bought the black boot back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good cook could cook as much cookies as a good cook who could cook cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a saw that could out saw any other saw I ever saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thousand tricky tongue twisters trip thrillingly off the tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Paper People, Purple Paper People, Purple Paper People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six slippery snails, slid slowly seaward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy draws doors.Daddy draws doors.Daddy draws doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Willy watches wiggly worms while wading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floaters float Friday in a float parade at four fifty five February 1st 5555&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple puppies poke and paint purple people with purple pencils in purple poodle land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired? wait! i have some tongue twisters and they are harder than the tongue twisters above. oh, c'mon! try it! it's FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot bear to see a bear Bear down upon a hare. When bare of hair he strips the hare, Right there I cry,' 'Forbear!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish, but if you wish the wish the witch wishes, I won't wish the wish you wish to wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a sledering snail went down a slippery slide would a snail sleder or slide down the slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, wheres the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Surely Sylvia swims!'' shrieked Sammy, surprised.' 'Someone should show Sylvia some strokes so she shall not sink.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tudor who tooted a flute tried to tutor two tooters to toot. Said the two to their tutor,' 'Is it harder to toot or to tutor two tooters to toot?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's mate. I am only plucking pheasants' cause the pheasant plucker's running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flea and a fly flew up in a flue. Said the flea,' 'Let us fly!'' Said the fly,' 'Let us flee!'' So they flew through a flaw in the flue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not your needles, they're needless to me; For kneading of noodles,' twere needless, you see; But did my neat knickers but need to be kneed, I then should have need of your needles indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? He would chuck, he would, as much as he could, and chuck as much wood as a woodchuck would if a woodchuck could chuck wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt the heart who didn't hurt your heart. But hurt the hurt who hurts your heart. But how can you hurt the heart who hurts you heart. When you love the heart who hurts your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Sally swiftly shooed seven silly sheep. The seven silly sheep Silly Sally shooed shilly-shallied south. These sheep shouldn't sleep in a shack; sheep should sleep in a shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty Botter had some butter,' 'But,'' she said,' 'this butter's bitter. If I bake this bitter butter, it would make my batter bitter. But a bit of better butter-- that would make my batter better.''. So she bought a bit of butter, better than her bitter butter, and she baked it in her batter, and the batter was not bitter. So' twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. See owned a saw. And Mr. Soar owned a seesaw. Now See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw Before Soar saw See, Which made Soar sore. Had Soar seen See's saw Before See sawed Soar's seesaw, See's saw would not have sawed Soar's seesaw. So See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw. But it was sad to see Soar so sore Just because See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahhahaa... and do you know what is the hardest tongue twister in the world??&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not the Guinness Book Record for the hardest tongue twister is: "The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys enjoy your tongue "sprain" twister! hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;and i'll see u next time with more new games or stories crazier than this one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the sprain, feel tongue twister,&lt;br /&gt;ekanakecil-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TEssNjYHEiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vkgtnGB3hXM/s1600/tongue+twister2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TEssNjYHEiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vkgtnGB3hXM/s320/tongue+twister2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497536381482111522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-24938530785654617?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/24938530785654617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-guys-this-is-tongue-twisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/24938530785654617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/24938530785654617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-guys-this-is-tongue-twisters.html' title='hey guys, this is TONGUE TWISTERS!!!!'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TEspYJWJszI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8P0vlu15A-Q/s72-c/9-tongue-twisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-8938870414734886562</id><published>2010-07-19T14:32:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:08:17.806+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spare time'/><title type='text'>this game called "PICK ONE"!</title><content type='html'>hey guys, long time no see. yes, i know it's been forever since my last post, but hey, here i am and ready to post a new story :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new game during these holidays, it's called "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PICK ONE&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;this game came up from imaginative brain of my best friend, &lt;a href="http://prillisuatan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prilli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;when i started that game with her, i really enjoyed this game.&lt;br /&gt;actually, this game a lil bit silly, but it's so much FUN!&lt;br /&gt;the rule is simple, just pick one from two choices or questions, but you won't give any chances to think about your choice. sometimes, it might be bad choices and according to the rule, you MUST &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PICK ONE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, July 2nd 2010, i played this game with the best annoying, freak and silly guy, Paul.&lt;br /&gt;we had fun together answering the silly questions! hhahahaha...:D&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know the questions and the answers? so read this post guys and hope it'll help you to try this game :) enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: mobil/motor/&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: ?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: mobil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: panda/beruang?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: money/diamonds?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: cewe ato cowo?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: cewe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: jeans / skirts?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: jeans hhhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: ke Canada dengan cara berenang ato ke Canada dengan cara ngedayung pake sampan?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: ngedayung booo...cape mati kedinginan gw berenang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: belts/watches?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: hmmm... watches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: daniel radcliffe or robert pattinson? hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: daniel. but i like neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: blood / intestine?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina:  blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: omas or Angelina Eka? HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAA... &lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: OMAS!!!!!! all the way!&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: iiihhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: cantikan juga eka kaleeeee&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: tp unikan omas bo&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: unikan bibir eka kaleee daripada omas, omas mah terlalu maju bibirnya HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: bibir u kaya fantat ayam klo manyun di foto&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: iri aja kao bang  your turn now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: nose / eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: hmmm i like both&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: but eyes more important&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Angelina: jadi pengemis ato jadi tukang sampah?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: klo gw tinggal di CND ya tukang sampah lah&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: gajinya guede looohh&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: ya jangan ditempatin di CND doooong, di indo&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: oraleeeeee...modar&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: pengemis dah&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: hahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: ur turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: biking/running?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: biking aja deh hehhehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: ipad or iphone 4?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: iphone4&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: u kno i was gonna ask the same Q too&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: really?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: ckkckckckk... i told u, kita kan sepanci hahahhahaaa&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: yoaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: sepanci sepenggorengan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: sushi/steak?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: hmmmmm... i love BOTH of them &lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: maruk lu mah&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: ehehehhehee.. &lt;br /&gt;Angelina: tapi steak aja lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: new york or paris?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: NY&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: y?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: cuz it's Neewwwww YYYoooooorrrkkk&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: oohhh... i kno.. i knoo.....&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: u choose New York because you cant speak in French! hhahahahhaaa..&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: me can't speak no frenchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: Rolls Royce / Maybach car?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: hmmm... klo diliat dari namanya sih kayanya kerenan Maybach Car yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: pink or yellow?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: of course PINK!! hahhahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: yellow!&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: whaaat??!&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: don't even try to force me into choosing pink&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: but pink is your fav color!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: love / passion?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: love]&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: y not have both?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: kan judulnya juga "Pick One" hahahhaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: sister or niece?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: chuzelle/archie?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: archie hahhahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: Jason Mraz or Gerard Butler?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: *pick JM, please!!*&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: since u said JM i just have to go with gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: bakso/pangsit?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: 2 2 nya daaaaaahhhhh muanteeeeeeeebbbbbb...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: i kno eh&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: jd ngiler gw&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: sama&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: but i pick pangsit deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: crocs or swallow? hahhahahaa... sama" dari karet&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: SWALLOW!! aq suka sekali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: Khong Guan/ Regal?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: Khong Guan, lebih bervariasi siiihhh hahhahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: jadi pengen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: martabak manis ato martabak telor? hayooooo&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: Telor&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: enakan manis kaleeee&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: manis gampang enegnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: sustagen/dancow?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: eka blon pernah nyoba sustagen, jadi ya dancow aja lah hahhahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: cacing ato ulet?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: cacing&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: enak bsa dimakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: piscok/risoles?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: dont ask me about foods coz i'm gonna choose both!&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: piscok aja dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: dicium banci ato nyium banci? HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: NAJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: suruh tu banci cium jempol aja gih&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: ngga bisa gitu doooonnggg, ngga ada di pilihannya&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: you have to PICK ONE loh baaaaanng&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: dengan terpaksa saya pilih dicium. HHOOOEEEEKKKK.....&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: waakakakakakakkk... good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: dicium lesbi/nyium lesbi?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: ngebales nih kao ceritanya?? ckkckkckckckkk&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: mmmhhhmmm&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: hmmmm... mending nyium deh, klo dicium kan bahaya&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Angelina: oxford or harvard?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: sekolah SD aja lah. ngapain tinggi2&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: oxford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: sugus/mentos?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: hey, dont ask me bout foods or something like that!&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: both!&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: sugus deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: jazz/rock?&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: jazz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ringo: tht wraps-up our game for tonight. thx for playing and i'll c u again the same place, same time. sampai jumap&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: see ya and thx for playing.&lt;br /&gt;Angelina: well, we have to end this game tonight coz our guest, Paul Siringo Ringo, must go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TERU5f0iFuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/x0K3DOQgWQ8/s1600/24467_1218677387658_1250595017_30524880_5203787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TERU5f0iFuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/x0K3DOQgWQ8/s320/24467_1218677387658_1250595017_30524880_5203787_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495610792069961442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;ekanakecil-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-8938870414734886562?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/8938870414734886562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-game-called-pick-one.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/8938870414734886562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/8938870414734886562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-game-called-pick-one.html' title='this game called &quot;PICK ONE&quot;!'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TERU5f0iFuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/x0K3DOQgWQ8/s72-c/24467_1218677387658_1250595017_30524880_5203787_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-4377202956033605312</id><published>2010-07-03T11:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:25:20.736+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want you to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me or moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>sorry, i have to go</title><content type='html'>people,&lt;br /&gt;i have to go&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not going to post some new story here for a while, maybe for a week or worst, for a month :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;ekanakecil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-4377202956033605312?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/4377202956033605312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-i-have-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/4377202956033605312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/4377202956033605312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-i-have-to-go.html' title='sorry, i have to go'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-2798762867096756660</id><published>2010-06-30T13:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:23:53.811+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want you to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell a story'/><title type='text'>15 things to remember :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TCruJeeAEgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iXwUERe5IK0/s1600/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TCruJeeAEgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iXwUERe5IK0/s320/aaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488460942469501442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) at least 5 people in this world love you so much. they would die for you&lt;br /&gt;2) at least 15 people in this world love you in some way&lt;br /&gt;3) the only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you&lt;br /&gt;4) a smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you&lt;br /&gt;5) every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;6) you mean the world to someone&lt;br /&gt;7) if not for you, someone may not be living&lt;br /&gt;8) you are special and unique&lt;br /&gt;9) someone that you don't know even exist loves you&lt;br /&gt;10) when you make a biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it&lt;br /&gt;11) when you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world&lt;br /&gt;12) when you think you have no chance at getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, you probably sooner or later will get it&lt;br /&gt;13) always remember complements you received. forget about your the rude remarks&lt;br /&gt;14)always tell someone how you feel about them. you will feel much better when they know.&lt;br /&gt;15) if you had a great friend, take the time to let them know that they're great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;mademoiselleAngie :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-2798762867096756660?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/2798762867096756660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/06/15-things-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/2798762867096756660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/2798762867096756660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/06/15-things-to-remember.html' title='15 things to remember :)'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TCruJeeAEgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iXwUERe5IK0/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-774142671508818905</id><published>2010-06-18T23:37:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:22:44.400+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell a story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>*Jason Mraz, why do i love you soooooo crazy???!!!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TBusSD0VKnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SC6QoKn2FsY/s1600/8330_149467875697_6135205697_2805656_3480524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TBusSD0VKnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SC6QoKn2FsY/s320/8330_149467875697_6135205697_2805656_3480524_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484166397516130930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;open up your plans and then you're free&lt;br /&gt;look into your heart and you'll find love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i won't hesitate&lt;br /&gt;no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;it cannot wait, i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;our time is short&lt;br /&gt;this is our fate&lt;br /&gt;i'm yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was listening that song on my radio,&lt;br /&gt;i became so curious about the singer of that song&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like it at that time :D&lt;br /&gt;and i became really love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, i can't believe that i really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; all his song!&lt;br /&gt;and it always in my mind all the time&lt;br /&gt;and i really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE HIM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;he cares about the poor people, the nature (he loves nature, you can see it on his website or his personal &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/theofficialjasonmraz"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;)and guess what, he loves TRAVELING and so do i! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TBus3v15onI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jgapuSlS1NM/s1600/25602_380481120697_6135205697_3928998_6750121_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TBus3v15onI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jgapuSlS1NM/s320/25602_380481120697_6135205697_3928998_6750121_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484167044989035122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words cannot describe about my deep feeling to him :D&lt;br /&gt;love you, adore you *muuaaacchhh... muuuaaaccchhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big hug for you J,&lt;br /&gt;ekanakecil, A-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-774142671508818905?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/774142671508818905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/06/jason-mraz-why-do-i-love-you-soooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/774142671508818905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/774142671508818905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/06/jason-mraz-why-do-i-love-you-soooooo.html' title='*Jason Mraz, why do i love you soooooo crazy???!!!*'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TBusSD0VKnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SC6QoKn2FsY/s72-c/8330_149467875697_6135205697_2805656_3480524_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-3720875712134345867</id><published>2010-06-13T15:23:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:21:29.389+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell a story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me or moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>when you love someone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TBSY91_rXaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YFgCckN1u3A/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TBSY91_rXaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YFgCckN1u3A/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482174834650340770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you but it’s not so easy to make you here with me&lt;br /&gt;i wanna touch and hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;but you’re still in my dream&lt;br /&gt;and i can’t stand to wait ‘till night is coming to my life&lt;br /&gt;but i still have a time to break a silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone&lt;br /&gt;just be brave to say that you want him / her to be with you&lt;br /&gt;when you hold your love&lt;br /&gt;don’t ever let it go&lt;br /&gt;or you will loose your chance&lt;br /&gt;to make your dreams come true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to hide and watch you from a distance and i knew you realized&lt;br /&gt;i was looking for a time to get closer at least to say… “hello”&lt;br /&gt;and i can’t stand to wait your love is coming to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i never thought that i’m so strong&lt;br /&gt;i stuck on you and wait so long&lt;br /&gt;but when love comes it can’t be wrong&lt;br /&gt;don’t ever give up just try and try to get what you want&lt;br /&gt;cause love will find the way….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;mademoiselleAngie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TBSbHoWMGBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b6lujf3_qQ8/s1600/DSCN4640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TBSbHoWMGBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b6lujf3_qQ8/s320/DSCN4640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482177201808611346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-3720875712134345867?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/3720875712134345867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-love-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/3720875712134345867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/3720875712134345867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-love-someone.html' title='when you love someone..'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TBSY91_rXaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YFgCckN1u3A/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-5773344251825499383</id><published>2010-06-01T23:14:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:24:57.410+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want you to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell a story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>what would you do if this happened to you?</title><content type='html'>why did you say "i promise", in fact you're &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LYING&lt;/span&gt; behind them?&lt;br /&gt;why did you say "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;" in fact you're cheating with someone else?&lt;br /&gt;why did you say "i miss you so much" in fact you're making out with somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;why did you say "i can't leave without you" in fact you're living with somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;why did you say "i'm sorry, i won't do that anymore next time" in fact you always do the same thing and they don't know 'bout that?&lt;br /&gt;why did you say "i always be there for you" in fact you are busy with your work?&lt;br /&gt;why did you say "i need you", in fact you're begging someone else to be your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your mouth doesn't say anything, just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;you are a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIG FAT LIAR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time, a boy love a girl.&lt;br /&gt;they had been together for six months.&lt;br /&gt;and the boy was very confident that the girl is his life partner.&lt;br /&gt;until one day, his heart was broken into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;he lost contact with her&lt;br /&gt;and the boy received a call from another guy who claimed that he was a husband of that girl.&lt;br /&gt;and the guy asked the boy not to call her again.&lt;br /&gt;despaired and miserable&lt;br /&gt;and tears came out from his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't hide his feelings anymore.&lt;br /&gt;six month later, he moved on, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, the girl called him again.&lt;br /&gt;he was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;the girl asked him, "can we be together again? i made a mistake and i'm sorry".&lt;br /&gt;the boy said, "what about your husband?"&lt;br /&gt;and the girl said, "we're getting divorce".&lt;br /&gt;but the boy refused the offer.&lt;br /&gt;he was too much despaired to got back with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, seven months past.&lt;br /&gt;the girl had a new boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;better than the boy.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, again,&lt;br /&gt;the girl called the boy.&lt;br /&gt;she asked him to be together again!&lt;br /&gt;in fact, she had a relationship with another guy!&lt;br /&gt;and this guy was very very very LOVE her!&lt;br /&gt;and the guy didn't know 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;but, again, the boy refused her offer.&lt;br /&gt;he said that she out of control!&lt;br /&gt;the girl didn't think about his new boyfriend feeling.&lt;br /&gt;and the boy left the girl.&lt;br /&gt;with the pain and sadness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAU1CCvwuSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Sr2IDDUFhy0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAU1CCvwuSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Sr2IDDUFhy0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477842830979283234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like my story,&lt;br /&gt;realize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mademoiselleAngie-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-5773344251825499383?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/5773344251825499383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-would-you-do-if-this-happened-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/5773344251825499383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/5773344251825499383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-would-you-do-if-this-happened-to.html' title='what would you do if this happened to you?'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAU1CCvwuSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Sr2IDDUFhy0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-874641217084734023</id><published>2010-05-31T00:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:19:09.943+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell a story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me or moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><title type='text'>SHOUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAKSrv_suaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NebF3KUZYZU/s1600/238447-12-shout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAKSrv_suaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NebF3KUZYZU/s320/238447-12-shout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477101377151613346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOUT&lt;/span&gt; whenever you want to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOUT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;if you have a sinking feeling&lt;br /&gt;coz you have a very bad score on your exam,&lt;br /&gt;or your mom always yelling at you,&lt;br /&gt;or your friends don't stop talking &lt;br /&gt;or your teacher punish you in front of the class coz the dog ate your homework,&lt;br /&gt;or your sister/brother bother you when you sleep,&lt;br /&gt;or your dad doesn't listen to you,&lt;br /&gt;or you stuck in the middle of freaks people,&lt;br /&gt;or your boyfriend/girlfriend is cheating on you,&lt;br /&gt;or your best friend didn't trust you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;or you loose your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or your crush become an item with somebody else,&lt;br /&gt;or you are in love with someone who shouldn't be loved,&lt;br /&gt;or you don't have enough money to buy a new car,&lt;br /&gt;or you are getting divorce with your husband/wife,&lt;br /&gt;or your parents didn't take care of you,&lt;br /&gt;or your classmate always cheating your homework/exams&lt;br /&gt;or your parents getting divorce,&lt;br /&gt;or your neighbor didn't return your grass shears,&lt;br /&gt;or you didn't pass the exam,&lt;br /&gt;or your dad always force you to go to a university, in fact you don't want it,&lt;br /&gt;or your best friend shoot your butt,&lt;br /&gt;or you are curious 'bout your crushes problems,&lt;br /&gt;or your friend stole your favorite items,&lt;br /&gt;or you upset coz you can't always get what you want,&lt;br /&gt;or even you don't love yourself,&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOUT&lt;/span&gt; until you satisfied..&lt;br /&gt;i know, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOUT&lt;/span&gt; doesn't solve anything&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOUT&lt;/span&gt; can make you better from your bad feelings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOUT&lt;/span&gt; when i need to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOUT&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and today, i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOUT&lt;/span&gt; coz i'm happy and lucky to know you.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, July 13th 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( this post should be published in July 2009 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;ekanakecil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-874641217084734023?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/874641217084734023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/05/shout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/874641217084734023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/874641217084734023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/05/shout.html' title='SHOUT!'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAKSrv_suaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NebF3KUZYZU/s72-c/238447-12-shout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-5856006986679712471</id><published>2010-05-29T20:17:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:15:28.879+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell a story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me or moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><title type='text'>it's all about CANADA..!</title><content type='html'>yep, it's all about &lt;a href="http://www.cic.gc.ca/english/resources/publications/guide/images/map-canada.jpg"&gt;CANADA!&lt;/a&gt; you all may be wondering why i choose Canada for the topic this time. well, first of all, i wanna see SNOW! yeah, i live in &lt;a href="http://www.volcano.si.edu/volcanoes/region06/06_map.png"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/a&gt; so i can't see snow around here because Indonesia is located in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Equator"&gt;equator&lt;/a&gt; line and countries with equator line are never snowy. secondly, i have a best friend in Canada and since that, my passion to go to Canada is on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FIRE..!!&lt;/span&gt; he told me everything about Canada. the beautiful scenery, the weather, the history, the culture, the people around there and etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the thing that makes me very interested to Canada is the maple leaf. Canada use maple leaf as the symbol of their flag. why? because so many maple leaf trees grow in Canada and Jacquez Viger, the first mayor of Montreal, described the maple leaf as "the king of our forest; the symbol of the Canadian people." &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maple_leaf"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for more information :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAE6jXc_nsI/AAAAAAAAABY/4qq3L_mMPO0/s1600/national-canadian-flag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAE6jXc_nsI/AAAAAAAAABY/4qq3L_mMPO0/s320/national-canadian-flag1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476723001124691650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some maple leaf pictures from my best friend in Canada. he gave me 3 maple leaves when he came to Indonesia. well, i'd asked him before to bring some maple leaves. i remember what he said at that time. "you are too late to ask me for maple leaves. it's winter already!". but, he kept searching maple leaves for me and he said, "hei guess what, i found 3 maple leaves for you, but two of them are yellow and one green. if you asked me earlier for the maple leaf, maybe i'd found the red one". but it's okay. i'm glad that you didn't forget to bring my maple leaves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFA_aTFmII/AAAAAAAAABg/KGkp3UFOCSU/s1600/DSC03286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFA_aTFmII/AAAAAAAAABg/KGkp3UFOCSU/s320/DSC03286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476730079994550402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is me with all my laminated maple leaves :P ( i didn't want my maple leaves wilted, so i take his advice to laminate all my maple leaves )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFFVojlREI/AAAAAAAAABo/dZrYY5-LUzs/s1600/22548_1199821596275_1250595017_30487641_5875215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFFVojlREI/AAAAAAAAABo/dZrYY5-LUzs/s320/22548_1199821596275_1250595017_30487641_5875215_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476734859825464386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFF6ll-hCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/amLsPwotvk0/s1600/22548_1199821636276_1250595017_30487642_4200837_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFF6ll-hCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/amLsPwotvk0/s320/22548_1199821636276_1250595017_30487642_4200837_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476735494685361186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFGJqJ3BII/AAAAAAAAACA/e3nX0-j-In0/s1600/22548_1199821716278_1250595017_30487644_2517245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFGJqJ3BII/AAAAAAAAACA/e3nX0-j-In0/s320/22548_1199821716278_1250595017_30487644_2517245_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476735753607644290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also said, in Canada, they usually celebrate Indonesia's Independence Day for Indonesian people who lives in Canada. They held a ceremony and celebrate it with all Indonesian people who lives there. and this is some pictures of the ceremony. i took it from his FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFKdCuzW0I/AAAAAAAAACI/CH6rL7T_J1A/s1600/5333_144480187672_511557672_3228465_2591662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFKdCuzW0I/AAAAAAAAACI/CH6rL7T_J1A/s320/5333_144480187672_511557672_3228465_2591662_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476740484669070146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFK5gPglYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/37D7UydyyB4/s1600/5333_144480192672_511557672_3228466_3168790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFK5gPglYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/37D7UydyyB4/s320/5333_144480192672_511557672_3228466_3168790_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476740973627217282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFLYdgdFQI/AAAAAAAAACY/mW8SdloEBUA/s1600/5333_144480197672_511557672_3228467_3402393_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFLYdgdFQI/AAAAAAAAACY/mW8SdloEBUA/s320/5333_144480197672_511557672_3228467_3402393_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476741505468929282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is a birthday cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFLx-_dNmI/AAAAAAAAACg/vriIw3A_1ek/s1600/5333_144477172672_511557672_3228443_4041620_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFLx-_dNmI/AAAAAAAAACg/vriIw3A_1ek/s320/5333_144477172672_511557672_3228443_4041620_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476741943954060898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFMBA5KEZI/AAAAAAAAACo/xkLYJXGMWZY/s1600/5333_144485092672_511557672_3228524_633865_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFMBA5KEZI/AAAAAAAAACo/xkLYJXGMWZY/s320/5333_144485092672_511557672_3228524_633865_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476742202162549138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many beautiful scenery in Canada, but most of them show the beauty view of the old city with tall and big buildings and its structure is very high artistic values. it makes Canada become one of tourist attraction in Canada. last Easter Holiday, my best friend in Canada went tour to Kingston, Quebec, Ottawa, Montreal and Thousand Island and he brought me some beautiful pictures from each place. i'm so jealous to him, i wanna go there too :( this is some good pictures that he took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFR60DbiBI/AAAAAAAAACw/cpUKGde3YhY/s1600/25677_411445067672_511557672_4903975_3886317_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFR60DbiBI/AAAAAAAAACw/cpUKGde3YhY/s320/25677_411445067672_511557672_4903975_3886317_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476748692706527250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parliament Hill Ottawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFS0dfomLI/AAAAAAAAADA/eW8ny-NnZZE/s1600/25677_411455062672_511557672_4904173_7475250_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFS0dfomLI/AAAAAAAAADA/eW8ny-NnZZE/s320/25677_411455062672_511557672_4904173_7475250_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476749683083221170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFS0JXeVSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3SrnTcU7qA/s1600/25677_411455042672_511557672_4904171_2929856_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFS0JXeVSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u3SrnTcU7qA/s320/25677_411455042672_511557672_4904171_2929856_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476749677680284962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the pictures from Quebec Old City ( i couldn't find another picture better which no my best friend in it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFTzGyur9I/AAAAAAAAADI/pjLKJTbECWc/s1600/25677_411471507672_511557672_4904593_2278706_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFTzGyur9I/AAAAAAAAADI/pjLKJTbECWc/s320/25677_411471507672_511557672_4904593_2278706_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476750759321055186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebec City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFWd8Fbe-I/AAAAAAAAADo/58wVYVD8gys/s1600/25677_413273727672_511557672_4950782_3085490_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFWd8Fbe-I/AAAAAAAAADo/58wVYVD8gys/s320/25677_413273727672_511557672_4950782_3085490_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476753694204328930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; **&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HHAHHAHAHAHHAAA..!!!&lt;/span&gt; i always laughing when i see this picture! hahhahahhhahhaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFXbZkTNlI/AAAAAAAAADw/WaqVioKCoDU/s1600/25677_413273707672_511557672_4950780_7777916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFXbZkTNlI/AAAAAAAAADw/WaqVioKCoDU/s320/25677_413273707672_511557672_4950780_7777916_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476754750090458706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFYUeGDOfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kK5NWoRVXnA/s1600/25677_413273747672_511557672_4950784_2060775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFYUeGDOfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kK5NWoRVXnA/s320/25677_413273747672_511557672_4950784_2060775_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476755730558302706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFZf-7rIEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/t84vLTxBHeE/s1600/25677_413277212672_511557672_4950926_895537_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFZf-7rIEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/t84vLTxBHeE/s320/25677_413277212672_511557672_4950926_895537_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476757027863339074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFaHsy1j-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/sF2dYXn3a_U/s1600/25677_413279262672_511557672_4950958_7400440_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFaHsy1j-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/sF2dYXn3a_U/s320/25677_413279262672_511557672_4950958_7400440_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476757710189203426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFaeKXOr1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7unqYPa7vz4/s1600/25677_413279282672_511557672_4950959_2045519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFaeKXOr1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7unqYPa7vz4/s320/25677_413279282672_511557672_4950959_2045519_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476758096083595090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; **again, i couldn't find another picture better to show you guys 'bout Quebec City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFbKSnW61I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TpueDW6PoGc/s1600/25677_413295972672_511557672_4951793_6160511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFbKSnW61I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TpueDW6PoGc/s320/25677_413295972672_511557672_4951793_6160511_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476758854212971346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand Island ( its sounds like a ketchup or mayonnaise brand, doesn't it? hehhehee :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFU7Px82sI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q0WbM-JNe2A/s1600/25677_411472932672_511557672_4904618_3564029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFU7Px82sI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q0WbM-JNe2A/s320/25677_411472932672_511557672_4904618_3564029_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476751998684289730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFU6iCctKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iXynS4sipVQ/s1600/25677_411472927672_511557672_4904617_5757851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFU6iCctKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iXynS4sipVQ/s320/25677_411472927672_511557672_4904617_5757851_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476751986405455010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFV0hVX35I/AAAAAAAAADg/TFtj_-qgP7E/s1600/25677_413057732672_511557672_4944167_4133609_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAFV0hVX35I/AAAAAAAAADg/TFtj_-qgP7E/s320/25677_413057732672_511557672_4944167_4133609_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476752982648807314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i want to share with you guys 'bout Canada, hope you like it :)&lt;br /&gt;and i have a promise to my best friend that one day, i'll go to Canada to see and play with him :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG thanks to: Paul, my best friend and also my best brother :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;ekanakecil&amp;mademoiselle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4798248549844787797-5856006986679712471?l=ekanakecil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/feeds/5856006986679712471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-all-about-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/5856006986679712471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4798248549844787797/posts/default/5856006986679712471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ekanakecil.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-all-about-canada.html' title='it&apos;s all about CANADA..!'/><author><name>mademoiselleANGIE is ekanakecil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09388213519758448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/S_6g_nqYl2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLHWxF78l-U/S220/31254_1283447166862_1250595017_30657360_1580504_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20KWuGqkrCA/TAE6jXc_nsI/AAAAAAAAABY/4qq3L_mMPO0/s72-c/national-canadian-flag1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4798248549844787797.post-1976472187289979922</id><published>2010-05-28T02:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:14:15.564+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell a story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>sebuah kisah, sebuah cerita</title><content type='html'>ada seorang gadis remaja, terobsesi ingin punya abang&lt;br /&gt;yang bisa melindungi dia dari bahaya apa pun&lt;br /&gt;yang bisa diajak curhat&lt;br /&gt;yang bisa diajak jail bersama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai akhirnya, ia bertemu dengan figur abang yang ia inginkan&lt;br /&gt;semua sifat yang gadis itu pengen, ada di cowo itu.&lt;br /&gt;dan si cowo tak keberatan buat jadi abang si gadis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mereka sering bercanda bersama&lt;br /&gt;belanja bersama&lt;br /&gt;dan ngga jarang, bertengkar bersama.&lt;br /&gt;dan orang-orang di sekitarnya merhatiin kelakuan keduanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suatu hari, si abang naksir sama cewe lain&lt;br /&gt;yang pertemuannya tidak disengaja dan ngga diduga&lt;br /&gt;ia menceritakan semuanya tentang cewe lain itu ke si gadis&lt;br /&gt;si gadis hanya hanya bisa tertawa hambar mendengarnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai suatu saat, si abang membawa si gadis ini untuk bertemu dengan si cewe yang ia taksir&lt;br /&gt;gadis tersebut ngga bisa nolak permintaan abangnya&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya, terjadilah pertemuan antara si gadis, abang dan cewe yang si abang taksir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mereka bermain bersama&lt;br /&gt;tertawa bersama&lt;br /&gt;jail bersama&lt;br /&gt;bahkan foto bersama&lt;br /&gt;they had a great time together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seminggu kemudian, berita buruk pun datang&lt;br /&gt;cewe yang ditaksir si abang menghilang tanpa jejak&lt;br /&gt;sang abang sedih tak ada duanya&lt;br /&gt;dan si gadis baru pertama kali melihat abangnya begitu bersedih&lt;br /&gt;baru kali ini, si gadis mendengar abangnya bercerita tentang cewe yang dia taksir begitu mendalam&lt;br /&gt;si gadis ikut bersedih, meskipun dalam hatinya yang paling dalam, ia bersedih bukan karena abangnya sedih&lt;br /&gt;melainkan karena merasa abangnya udah diambil sama cewe lain&lt;br /&gt;yang mungkin bisa narik perhatian lebih sang abang&lt;br /&gt;dan nantinya, sang abang tidak akan mempedulikan lagi si gadis&lt;br /&gt;itulah yang si gadis pikirkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari demi hari dilewati sang abang tanpa tau kabar terbaru tentang pujaan hatinya&lt;br /&gt;terlihat kesedihan di wajahnya, meskipun si abang selalu tersenyum di depan si gadis&lt;br /&gt;sang gadis tak ingin membiarkan abang kesayangannya bersedih terus&lt;br /&gt;sampai suatu saat, sang gadis mendapat suatu pencerahan&lt;br /&gt;ia mencari informasi sebanyak mungkin tentang keberadaan si cewe pujaan hati abangnya&lt;br /&gt;satu demi satu, informasi telah terbongkar&lt;br /&gt;ia rela terus mencari, meskipun ia tau bahwa apa yang dilakukannya sia-sia&lt;br /&gt;karena informasi yang ia dapatkan belom cukup kuat untuk mencari kemana lagi si cewe itu berada&lt;br /&gt;ia juga sadar, kalo apa yang ia lakukan ini berhasil, ia akan kehilangan sedikit waktu bersama dengan abangnya&lt;br /&gt;tapi itu semua tak menjadi masalah&lt;br /&gt;asalkan si gadis bisa ngeliat abangnya bahagia, ia juga akan mencoba bahagia&lt;br /&gt;ia belajar untuk tidak egois&lt;br /&gt;egois terhadap abangnya yang menyukai cewe lain&lt;br /&gt;sebagai adik yang baik, harusnya si gadis bisa menerima kenyataan kalo kini abangnya tak hanya memperhatikan diri si gadis saja, tetapi si cewe pujaan hatinya dia juga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panas dan hujan silih berganti&lt;br /&gt;satu demi satu, tempat demi tempat ia masuki dan tak malu-malu untuk bertanya&lt;br /&gt;dikejar orang gila, sudah tak menjadi masalah bagi sang gadis&lt;br /&gt;hanya untuk membuat abangnya itu bahagia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suatu hari, saat sang gadis sedang mencari informasi tentang pujaan hati sang abang di suatu tempat&lt;br /&gt;seorang ibu-ibu yang sangat perhatian dan bijaksana membantunya&lt;br /&gt;ia berkata bahwa ia pernah mendengar tentang cewe pujaan hati si abang tersebut&lt;br /&gt;ia memberikan alamat yang bisa sang gadis datengin, tetapi ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana ini melarang sang gadis untuk pergi kesana&lt;br /&gt;"sedang banjir dan jalan dijaga oleh polisi", itu alasan si ibu melarang si gadis untuk pergi&lt;br /&gt;sang ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana ini pun penasaran dan akhirnya bertanya,&lt;br /&gt;"emang sebenernya ada apaan sih? kok kamu sampe segitunya nyari orang itu, sampai-sampai kamu udah 2x dateng kesini?"&lt;br /&gt;sang gadis merasa tak enak&lt;br /&gt;tak enak karena merepotkan si ibu dan tak enak jika bercerita panjang lebar tentang masalah tersebut&lt;br /&gt;"ngga ada apa-apa sih bu. cuma saya penasaran aja sama orang ini", hanya itu yang bisa dijelaskan oleh sang gadis&lt;br /&gt;"coba ceritakan sama ibu. ibu pengen denger kisahnya,"&lt;br /&gt;karena sang gadis merasa tak enak selalu merepotkan si ibu yang baik dan bijaksana tersebut, maka ia mulai bercerita&lt;br /&gt;"jadi gini bu, saya punya abang. abang saya ini suka sama cewe itu. mereka tadinya sering sms-an, telpon-telponan, bahkan ketemuan. tapi udah seminggu ini ngga ada kabar dari dia. mau dihubungi ngga bisa, soalnya HPnya ngga aktif. satu-satunya informasi yang bisa saya dapetin tuh ya pergi ke tempat ini," jelas si gadis panjang lebar&lt;br /&gt;"ooo.. abang kamu ceritanya naksir sama ni cewe? emang udah jadian berapa bulan?" tanya si ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana lagi&lt;br /&gt;"wah, ngga tau juga tuh bu. tapi yang saya tau, mereka deket udah sebulanan,"&lt;br /&gt;"sebulan? mereka ketemuannya gimana emang?"&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya, sang gadis menceritakan semuanya dari awal sampe akhir ke si ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana tersebut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah itu, sang gadis menelfon abangnya&lt;br /&gt;memberi tahu semua informasi yang ia dapatkan dari sang ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana ini&lt;br /&gt;diakhir pembicaraan si gadis dan si abang, si gadis berkata&lt;br /&gt;"i'm sorry bang.. i didn't find her. the result is big zero. but i'll try to go to the address yang dikasih sama ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana ini,"&lt;br /&gt;dari sebrang sang abang menjawab, "ya. it's ok. just go home and eat lunch now"&lt;br /&gt;si gadis berbisik, "abang, please don't cry. i kno you are disappointed"&lt;br /&gt;dan si abang mencoba tertawa, mencairkan hatinya yang beku "hahahaha... nooo.. siapa juga yang nangis. go home and Titi DJ yaa.. bye.."&lt;br /&gt;sang gadis terdiam sesaat&lt;br /&gt;ia tau, abangnya pasti sangat kecewa karena ia tidak berhasil menemukan keberadaan cewe pujaan hati abangnya&lt;br /&gt;lalu, si ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana berkata&lt;br /&gt;"neng, kayanya kamu sayang banget ya sama abang kamu? anak saya ngga ada lho yang sayang ke kakaknya kaya kamu ke abang kamu,"&lt;br /&gt;mendengar perkataan si ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana ini, si gadis kaget dan hanya bisa tersenyum sambil bilang&lt;br /&gt;"ya. saya sayang sama abang saya,"&lt;br /&gt;si ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana ini tertawa dan dengan bijak bilang begini&lt;br /&gt;"kalo kamu sayang sama abang kamu, harusnya kamu jangan ngasih harapan bakalan nemuin cewe pujaan hati si abang ke abang kamu. itu justru ngebuat dia tambah sakit"&lt;br /&gt;"hah? maksud ibu apa? saya cuma pengen abang saya bahagia dan ngga sedih terus-terusan, makanya saya ngelakuin ini" si gadis mulai bingung&lt;br /&gt;ibu itu menjawab, "sekarang gini yah neng. klo misalnya, kamu berhasil nemuin si cewe pujaan hatinya si abang kamu itu, trus ternyata dia itu orangnya ngga seperti yang kita harapkan gimana? apalagi kata kamu mereka baru kenal sebulan kan? sebulan itu belom ada apa-apanya. belom kenal luar-dalamnya. cuma kenal selewat doang.&lt;br /&gt;siapa tau waktu itu, si cewe itu lagi butuh temen ngobrol dan di sana ada abang kamu yang enak diajak ngobrol. klo emang si cewenya ini suka juga sama abang kamu, dia ngga bakal kemana-mana. mungkin HP dia ilang dan nomer HP abang kamu ada di dalamnya dan dengan menghilangnya HP dia, hilang juga nomer abang kamu. tapi seengganya usaha sedikit lah buat contact lagi sama abang kamu. jaman sekarang ini kan teknologi udah canggih, klo dia suka sama abang kamu, dia pasti ngejar abang kamu juga lah.&lt;br /&gt;coba sekarang bandingin, klo kamu ngga ngasih harepan lagi ke abang kamu buat nyari si cewe itu, mungkin sakit hatinya si abang ngga bakal sesakit klo tau cewe itu ngga seperti yang kita harapkan kan? lagian abang kamu kan cakep, dia bisa ngedapetin cewe yang lebih cantik bahkan lebih baik dibanding cewe yang sekarang kalian cari itu.&lt;br /&gt;sekarang tugas kamu cuma satu, yakinin dia klo dia bisa dapet cewe yang lebih baik lagi. mudah-mudahan aja dia dapetin cewe yang sebaik dan seperhatian adenya, kaya kamu. itu jauuuhhh lebih baik. lagian, klo kalian tetep maksa nyari sampe ban motor kamu botak juga ngga bakal ketemu klo emang Tuhan berkehendak seperti itu.&lt;br /&gt;kamu kuatin hati abang kamu, yakinin dia klo emang dia jodoh sama itu cewe, mereka bakalan ketemu lagi di lain waktu. entah waktu lagi jalan ke pasar kek, ke mall kek ato kemana pun lah. percaya deh sama ibu, klo Tuhan berkehendak abang kamu sama cewe itu ketemu lagi, Dia bakalan ngerancang semuanya dengan amat baik buat abang kamu. ntar klo kamu pulang, kamu ngomong sama abang kamu, tuntun dia pelan-pelan ngelewatin semuanya,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekejap, sang gadis tercengang dan merasa terguncang, lalu hanya bisa tersenyum&lt;br /&gt;ada benarnya apa yang ibu itu sampaikan&lt;br /&gt;nasihat yang sangat bermakna sekali dan bener-bener ngena banget buat masalah ini&lt;br /&gt;si ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana ini bertanya lagi&lt;br /&gt;"oya, orangtua kamu tau ngga masalah abang kamu ini? trus tanggepan orangtua kalian gimana?"&lt;br /&gt;oooh.. ternyata si ibu yang baik dan bijaksana ini mengira bahwa si gadis dan si abang beneran abang-dede kandung&lt;br /&gt;"ngga. orangtua kami ngga tau. ini cuma rahasia kita berdua aja, hehehe.." kata si gadis berbohong&lt;br /&gt;"kamu berapa bersaudara sih emangnya di rumah?" tanya ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana ini lagi&lt;br /&gt;dan si gadis pun berbohong lagi,"emm... saya 4 bersaudara bu. abang saya yang pertama, trus saya yang kedua dan di rumah masih ada 2 ade cewe,"&lt;br /&gt;"ooo... abang kamu paling ganteng dong di rumah? hahahaha..." canda si ibu yang baik dan bijaksana ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah lama mengobrol dengan si ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana ini,&lt;br /&gt;ibu itu berkata untuk yang terakhir kalinya&lt;br /&gt;"neng, klo kamu pulang ntar, jadilah sandaran bagi abang kamu ya. biarin dia mau curhat ato cerita apa aja ke kamu, biarkan dia ngelurin unek-uneknya dia selama ini. kamu ngga perlu ngasih solusi buat semua masalahnya.&lt;br /&gt;kamu juga jangan sok-ngerti apa yang dia alamin. cukup jadi pendengar yang baik karena itu yang abang kamu perluin buat sekarang. ibu tau, kamu tipe orangnya penyabar dan ibu yakin kamu bisa ngebimbing abang kamu. i believe he can move on," dia berkata sambil senyum&lt;br /&gt;si gadis penasaran, mengapa si ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana ini mengerti dan kayanya cukup berpengalaman dalam hal kaya gini&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya ia bertanya, "ibu kok kayanya tau banyak tentang masalah kaya gini?"&lt;br /&gt;sang ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana pun menjawab, "ibu juga kan dulu pernah muda. pernah lah ngalamin hal yang kaya gitu mah. ngeliat kamu tuh kaya ngeliat ibu waktu masih muda hahahaha..." si ibu itu mlai tertawa&lt;br /&gt;"makasih banyak ya bu saran dan bantuannya. maap banget klo saya ngerepotin belakangan ini,"&lt;br /&gt;"ah... ngga papa.."&lt;br /&gt;lalu, sang gadis itu pun berpamitan pada si ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana dan pulang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di perjalanan, sang gadis memikirkan apa yang dikatakan ibu yang baik hati dan bijaksana itu&lt;br /&gt;dipikir-pikir, ada benarnya juga kata si ibu itu&lt;br /&gt;mungkin abangnya akan jauh lebih baik jika ia mau melepaskan kepergian si cewe pujaan hatinya itu&lt;br /&gt;dan ini bukanlah akhir dari cerita petualangan cinta abangnya,&lt;br /&gt;melainkan baru awal dari segalanya&lt;br 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