<?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-6756652687376018301</id><updated>2011-12-27T12:49:13.357+07:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='song'/><category term='drama'/><category term='assignment'/><category term='school'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='magic'/><category term='about me'/><title type='text'>FORBIDDEN SITE!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>this blog has been forbidden as it belongs to Desy Kristianti and it displays forbidden contents.close this tab as soon!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-2070107053725901568</id><published>2010-12-16T21:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:59:31.469+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my conversation with Alex</title><content type='html'>*talking about Emma Watson going to Brown, previously talking about phones*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: friend just said I should ask her out if I end up in a class with her &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes you should!! I'll ask my friends who are fans of her to write letters to her, then I'll send them all to you to read in front of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: wow, I have to be a messenger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha do it and I'll buy you a cheap Chinese phone lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: read all of your friend's letters to her for a phone from China... you realize like 70% of the products in my house are probably from China anyway right lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh literally??? OMG.. cheapskate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: I don't know actually, I swear everything I see says "Made in Taiwan/China/Japan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHA cheapskate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-2070107053725901568?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2070107053725901568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-conversation-with-alex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2070107053725901568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2070107053725901568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-conversation-with-alex.html' title='my conversation with Alex'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-4807580720737911704</id><published>2010-12-05T15:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:48:06.520+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Posner - Please don't go</title><content type='html'>This little game is pretty funny. Try it and have fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 20 friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged as to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;The Libertines - Don't look back into the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;The Libertines - What became of the likely lads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Jay Sean - Like this, like that. haha yeah I like this and that in a guy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Keyshia Cole ft. Nicki Minaj - I ain't thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas - The time (The dirty bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Money ft. Drake - Loving you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Alex Gaudino - I'm in love (I wanna do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;The Saturdays - Higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida - Come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Basement Jaxx ft. Lightspeed Champion - My turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Tinie Tempah ft. Eric Turner - Written in the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure P ft. LeToya Luckett - She likes. huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Akon ft. Rick Ross - Give it to em. I have no choice but to win!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown ft. Drake, T.I., Kanye West, Fabolous &amp; André 3000 - Deuces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West ft. Bon Iver - Lost in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars - Count on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST??&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars - Grenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR??&lt;br /&gt;Boys Like Girls - Love drunk. yeah true lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Ke$ha - We r who we r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna ft. Drake - What's my name. I thought I knew my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Neon Trees - Animal. HAHAHAHA no offense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Mike Posner - Please don't go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-4807580720737911704?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/4807580720737911704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/12/mike-posner-please-dont-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4807580720737911704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4807580720737911704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/12/mike-posner-please-dont-go.html' title='Mike Posner - Please don&apos;t go'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-3595352100594257229</id><published>2010-09-16T22:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:40:15.384+07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-COW-NOMICS</title><content type='html'>Economics models explained.......... with cows&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SOCIALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;You give one to your neighbor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;COMMUNISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The State takes both and gives you some milk.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FASCISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The State takes both and sells you some milk.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NAZISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The State takes both and shoots you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BUREAUCRATISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one and buy a bull.&lt;br /&gt;Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.You sell them and retire on the income.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SURREALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AN AMERICAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.&lt;br /&gt;Later, you hire a consultant to analyze why the cow has dropped dead.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A FRENCH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go on strike, organize a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A JAPANESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt;You then create a clever cow cartoon image called 'Cowkimon' and market it worldwide.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A GERMAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AN ITALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows, but you don't know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;You decide to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A RUSSIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You count them and learn you have five cows.&lt;br /&gt;You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.&lt;br /&gt;You count them again and learn you have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A SWISS CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have 5000 cows.&lt;br /&gt;None of them belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;You charge the owners for storing them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A CHINESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have 300 people milking them.&lt;br /&gt;You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity.&lt;br /&gt;You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A BRITISH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Both are mad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AN IRAQI CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.&lt;br /&gt;You tell them that you have none.&lt;br /&gt;No-one believes you, so they bomb the **** out of you and invade your country.&lt;br /&gt;You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of a Democracy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left looks very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NORTH KOREAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have 1000 cows.&lt;br /&gt;You eat half of them and then clamorously blame their disappearance on your neighbour, then close off all diplomatic ties with your neighbour and sullenly starve the rest of the cows.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FEUDALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Your lord takes some of the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALITARIANISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The government takes them both and denies they ever existed and drafts you into the army.&lt;br /&gt;Milk is banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.I.B-ISM!&lt;br /&gt;What cows?&lt;br /&gt;We have Cows?&lt;br /&gt;How many?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God somebody's been buying cows!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DEMOCRACY&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The government taxes you to the point you have to sell both tosupport a man in a foreign country who has only one cow, which was a gift from your government.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Business seems pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;You close the office, go for a few beers to celebrate and throw another shrimp on the barbie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIAN BUMIPUTRAISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows, the State takes one and gives it to your bumiputra neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;From the milk you sell from the remaining cow you buy a bull and mulitply your herd.&lt;br /&gt;The State takes 30 per cent of your herd as it grows and give them to your bumiputra neigbour.&lt;br /&gt;Your bumiputra neighbour has a kenduri each time they receive a cow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;UMNOPUTRAISM&lt;br /&gt;The State takes 30 per cent of your herd and parks them in Switzerland in the name of some UMNO official or close relatives, friends and sons-in-law.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIAN GOVERNMENT-LINKED OR BUMIPUTRA CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You employ mainly bumiputras to milk them.&lt;br /&gt;But both cows have been sent to the kenduri, so the State gives you more cows and write off the losses of the first two.&lt;br /&gt;After several kenduris later, you invite an American or German Corporation to turn around the losses.&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese have however already taken their two original cows back home to Japan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A SINGAPOREAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever prices of GST, ERP, PUB and kopi-si go up; one cow-peh and the other cow-bu. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ENRON CAPITALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters ofcredit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute adebt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all fourcows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.&lt;br /&gt;The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sellsthe rights to all seven cows back to your listed company.&lt;br /&gt;The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more.&lt;br /&gt;Sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving youwithnine cows.&lt;br /&gt;No balance sheet provided with the release.&lt;br /&gt;The public buys your bull. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;INDIAN ECOWNOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You worship them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PAKISTAN ECOWNOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have any cows.&lt;br /&gt;You claim that the Indian cows belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;You ask the US for financial aid,&lt;br /&gt;China for military aid,&lt;br /&gt;Britain for warplanes,&lt;br /&gt;Italy for machines,&lt;br /&gt;Germany for technology,&lt;br /&gt;France for submarines,&lt;br /&gt;Switzerland for loans,&lt;br /&gt;Russia for drugs,&lt;br /&gt;Japan for equipment.&lt;br /&gt;You buy the cows with all this and claim of exploitation by the world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN ECOWNOMICS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.&lt;br /&gt;You profess surprise when the cow drops dead.&lt;br /&gt;You put the blame on some nation with cows &amp; naturally that nation will be a danger to mankind.&lt;br /&gt;You wage a war to save the world and grab the cows.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LEVERAGED BUYOUTS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You come home from the fields one day to find Henry Kravis chatting to your spouse at the dining-room table.&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, you have no spouse, no farm, and no table.&lt;br /&gt;Two guys the size of sumo wrestlers have saddled up the cows and are riding them around the farmyard.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CURRENCY MARKET&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;China has 1 trillion cows.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who sets the price of milk?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BOND MARKET&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;One is Brazilian, one is Australian.&lt;br /&gt;They yield 25 quarts of milk per day.&lt;br /&gt;That’s half as much as three years ago, when you traded your less-lactiferous German and U.S. cows for them.&lt;br /&gt;You are thinking of swapping for a pair of Namibian cows.&lt;br /&gt;They only have three legs but, hey, they produce 26 quarts per day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DERIVATIVES&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You repackage five of them into a Collateralized Lactating Obligation, pay for a AAA credit rating, slice the CLO into 10 pieces and sell it to investors, skimming the cream from the milk for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Three of the cows fall ill, and the credit rating plummets.&lt;br /&gt;You get to keep the cream.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HEDGE FUNDS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;A guy in an open-necked shirt drives up in his Bentley and offers to take care of them for you in return for a year’s supply of steak and 50 percent of their milk.&lt;br /&gt;They won’t be allowed to leave his compound for two years.&lt;br /&gt;Six months later, you have half a cow, producing sour milk.&lt;br /&gt;“You have to be willing to lose rump today to get rib-eye tomorrow,” the hedge-fund guy mumbles through a mouthful of sirloin and champagne.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CARBON-EMISSIONS TRADING&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;They produce 1.2 tons of methane gas per day.&lt;br /&gt;After a hefty donation to the re-election campaign of your local representative, the government gives you enough emission permits for six cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell three permits, buy another cow, and apply for a European Commission grant to build a methane-gas power station.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MICROSOFT CORP.&lt;br /&gt;You have one old, tired cow.&lt;br /&gt;A recent heart transplant may have come too late to save the beast.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;GOOGLE INC.&lt;br /&gt;You have no cows.&lt;br /&gt;You slap advertisements on everyone else’s cows.&lt;br /&gt;The milk floods in.&lt;br /&gt;You use the proceeds to reinvent the cow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;APPLE INC.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants your cows.&lt;br /&gt;You design the cutest little milk bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Now, everybody wants your cows.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;GOLDMAN SACHS GROUP INC.&lt;br /&gt;You have 26,467 cows.&lt;br /&gt;They are strapped into the milking machines 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them have more hay than they could ever hope to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Others aspire to one day having more hay than they could ever hope to eat.&lt;br /&gt;The cows with the most hay end up with big government jobs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PENSION-FUND MANAGEMENT&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;How boring is that?&lt;br /&gt;You pay a month’s supply of milk to a consultant, who advises you to sell one cow and buy two aardvarks instead.&lt;br /&gt;The aardvarks die.&lt;br /&gt;The consultant charges you four months of your (now reduced) milk supply and advises you to sell half of your remaining cow and buy a wombat.&lt;br /&gt;The wombat dies.&lt;br /&gt;The consultant charges eight months of milk for a copy of his new report, “Two-Cow Strategies for Alleviating the Impending Pensions Crisis.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;RUSSIAN ENERGY&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Comrade, those cows are an environmental hazard.&lt;br /&gt;We suggest you hand one of them over to us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CREDIT-DEFAULT SWAPS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You buy insurance against them dying, and tuck the contracts into the middle of that tottering pile of documentation on your desk.&lt;br /&gt;One dark night, Henry Kravis sneaks off with your cows.&lt;br /&gt;By the time you track down the paperwork, your now worthless contracts have expired.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;INTEREST-RATE SWAPS&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You pledge one of them to me as collateral in a swap for some of my pigs.&lt;br /&gt;I pledge the cow to my neighbor as collateral in a swap for some of his sheep.&lt;br /&gt;He pledges the cow to his cousin as collateral in a swap for some of his cousin’s goats.&lt;br /&gt;Better pray the livestock market doesn’t crash and we have to try and round up that cow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;COMMODITIES&lt;br /&gt;You have lots of stocks and bonds, but no cows.&lt;br /&gt;Are you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Cows are the hot new market.&lt;br /&gt;Here, buy this exchange- traded cow futures contract.&lt;br /&gt;It can’t lose.&lt;br /&gt;It gained 40 percent in the past six months.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;GOLD&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You wear a cap you made out of tin foil so that the tiny black helicopters can’t read your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You spend your days blogging about how the government’s decision to abandon the cattle standard in 1933 was part of a global conspiracy by the world’s central banks to destroy the value of your herd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-3595352100594257229?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/3595352100594257229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-cow-nomics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3595352100594257229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3595352100594257229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-cow-nomics.html' title='E-COW-NOMICS'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-2602276665070242280</id><published>2010-09-15T18:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:39:54.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Market</title><content type='html'>1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to&lt;br /&gt;her and say: 'I am very rich.&lt;br /&gt;'Marry me!' - That's Direct Marketing... '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and&lt;br /&gt;pointing at you says: 'He's very rich.&lt;br /&gt;'Marry him.' -That's Advertising. ..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to&lt;br /&gt;her and get her telephone number. The next day, you&lt;br /&gt;call and say: 'Hi, I'm very rich.&lt;br /&gt;'Marry me - That's Telemarketing. ..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. You get up&lt;br /&gt;and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour&lt;br /&gt;her a drink, you open the door (of the car)'Marry Me?' - That's Public Relations... '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks&lt;br /&gt;up to you and says:'You are very rich!&lt;br /&gt;'Can you marry ! me?' - That's Brand Recognition. ..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to&lt;br /&gt;her and say: 'I am very rich. Marry me!' She gives you&lt;br /&gt;a nice hard slap on your face. - 'That's Customer Feedback...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to&lt;br /&gt;her and say: 'I am very rich. Marry me!' And she&lt;br /&gt;introduces you to her husband. - 'That's demand and supply gap...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to&lt;br /&gt;her and before you say anything, another person come&lt;br /&gt;and tell her: 'I'm rich. Will you marry me?' and she&lt;br /&gt;goes with him - 'That's competition eating into your market share...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to&lt;br /&gt;her and before you say: 'I'm rich, Marry me!' your&lt;br /&gt;wife arrives. - 'That's restriction for entering new markets...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-2602276665070242280?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2602276665070242280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/market.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2602276665070242280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2602276665070242280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/market.html' title='Market'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-3565659246577140976</id><published>2010-09-14T00:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:42:31.070+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Are in IB When...</title><content type='html'>1. You feel the need to get COMPLETELY SHIT-FACED every weekend. &lt;br /&gt;2. You works at least 18 hours a day and you actually start enjoying being a workaholic &lt;br /&gt;3. Getting high is the perfect complementary entheogen to TOK &lt;br /&gt;4. You just went and looked up Entheogen. &lt;br /&gt;5. You TRIP OUT when your teacher asks you to&lt;br /&gt;a) read some Heart of Darkness aloud when you're high.&lt;br /&gt;b) asks you to be a main character in King Lear when you're high. &lt;br /&gt;6. You start reading this list and don't stop. &lt;br /&gt;7. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before. &lt;br /&gt;8. You've filled a 7-11 big gulp cup with coffee and wished you could find a bigger cup. &lt;br /&gt;9. You develop an irrational fear of the square root of three. &lt;br /&gt;10. You giggle at that last one. &lt;br /&gt;11. You pick at the grammar of everyone and everything. Chat-speak is not acceptable. Nor is the grammar of the person who wrote the "Reasons for Doing I.B." section. &lt;br /&gt;12. You get excited about a new show on the history channel. &lt;br /&gt;13. When speaking with a non-I.B. kid, you must define nearly every word you use. &lt;br /&gt;14. You found that probability quiz in Mathematics class the other day to be SO MUCH FUN! &lt;br /&gt;15. You realized there was a grammar mistake in the above sentence. &lt;br /&gt;16. If you didn't realize, you went back and looked. &lt;br /&gt;17. When you realized an error in the first place, you went back to make sure you had found it and ended up finding another. &lt;br /&gt;18. You probably started taking Mathematics in your Sophomore year. This proves that everyone has in them a posibility of becoming IB students. &lt;br /&gt;19. Every now and then when you open your mouth, queef comes out &lt;br /&gt;20. When you think school is where all of the cool kids hang out. &lt;br /&gt;21. You are a member of any (or all) of the following: Mu Alpha Theta (ok), Science Honours Society (nice), Book Club (safe so far), National Honours Society (DAMN!!!!!!!!!), etc. &lt;br /&gt;22. You start taking desperate measures in an attempt to complete CAS such as: Chess Club or Creative Writing Club. &lt;br /&gt;23. You have become immune to caffeine. &lt;br /&gt;24. You are sleep deprived and therefore hallucinate periodically (which explains IB students' "dreamy eyes that stare into the future"). &lt;br /&gt;25. You realized there was a misspelled word above. (Not anymore, a fellow IB student who giggled at number 11 fixed the word "students" :P) &lt;br /&gt;26. You become so good atcopying some text alt tabbing to a word document and pasting the text that you dont even notice when you do it. &lt;br /&gt;27. As a result, no one wants to be your friend. &lt;br /&gt;28. Well, that was a lie. That kid in regular classes wants to date you. You date them, then write a fifty page scientific report on that newly identified species of hominid. Then you realise that they were just really, really stupid. &lt;br /&gt;29. Your idea of going out involves doing chairitable acts for your C.A.S. project. &lt;br /&gt;30. You are now having a Grand Mal Seizure upon realising that I spelled "charitable" incorrectly. &lt;br /&gt;31. You start meeting your class mates to do maths and physics in your free time. &lt;br /&gt;32. Your idea of a good night out is the library and getting mashed is reading up about Alcohol in your IB Chemistry Course Companion. &lt;br /&gt;33. You explain to each other how the world works by using your newly learnt physics. Such as the Force necessary to move a car is directly proportional to the acceleration the car would experience. You go on further explaining how a Force vs. Acceleration diagram would yield a straight line graph of equation y=mx+b where the gradient, m, would be equal to the mass of the car. &lt;br /&gt;34. You completely understood that. &lt;br /&gt;35. When you finish a test and feel like you have been violated. &lt;br /&gt;36. When you play the Wikipedia game during lessons. &lt;br /&gt;37. Relatives that have been dead for years come visit you and suggest that you get some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;38. You can achieve a Runner's High by sitting up. &lt;br /&gt;39. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before. &lt;br /&gt;40. The Sun is too loud. &lt;br /&gt;41. Trees begin threatening you. &lt;br /&gt;42. You can see individual air molecules vibrating. &lt;br /&gt;43. While writing a TOK paper, you begin to actually understand the material. &lt;br /&gt;44. You explore the possibility of setting up an IV drip of espresso. &lt;br /&gt;45. You wonder if brewing is an essential step in the consumption of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;46. Things become "Very Clear". &lt;br /&gt;47. You begin speaking in a language that only you and Channelers can understand. &lt;br /&gt;48. You believe that if you think hard enough, you can levitate. &lt;br /&gt;49. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before. &lt;br /&gt;50. You heart beats in 7/8 time. &lt;br /&gt;51. David Lynch comes and says: "Hey, can I film you?" &lt;br /&gt;52. You and Reality file for divorce. &lt;br /&gt;53. It appears that people are speaking to you in binary code. &lt;br /&gt;54. You have great revelations concerning Life, the Universe, and Everything else, but can't quite find the words for them before the white glow fades, leaving you more confused than before. &lt;br /&gt;55. Antacid tablets and No-Doze become your sole source of nutrition. &lt;br /&gt;56. You eat breakfast in your first or second period class daily. &lt;br /&gt;57. You discover the aesthetic beauty of school supplies. &lt;br /&gt;58. You begin to talk to yourself, then disagree about the subject, get into a nasty row about it, lose, and refuse to talk to yourself for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;59. You yell: "STOP TOUCHING ME!!!" even though you're the only person in the room. &lt;br /&gt;60. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before. &lt;br /&gt;61. Five words: "WHY ARE WE DOING THIS?!?!?!?!?" &lt;br /&gt;62. You can spell "Baccalaureate". &lt;br /&gt;63. "I.B., therefore I B.S." &lt;br /&gt;64. "IB has an honor code?!?!" &lt;br /&gt;65. "Friends" and "fellow IBers" are interchangeable. &lt;br /&gt;66. You go to bed at 3AM and think, "Oh, it's an early night!" &lt;br /&gt;67. Your favorite saying is "If I get a hundred on every test for the rest of the year..." &lt;br /&gt;68. Social life? What's that? Can I download one of those? &lt;br /&gt;69. LOL! "69" &lt;--- You are definitely an IB student! 70. You've fooled yourself into believing that colleges actually care whether you're in IB or not. 71. You try to wake up fast enough to catch yourself sleeping - and succeed. 72. You talk to yourself in the 3rd person. 73. You write sentences on multiple choice tests. 74. It's okay to fail, so long as you are not alone. 75. You frequently catch yourself saying "What?? We had homework??" 76. You don't drink, but you find it a convenient way to explain how you dressed yourself in the morning. 77. You manage to complete a semester's worth of homework the day before the term ends. 78. You finish your extended essay shortly after midnight. Your smile of satisfaction fades when you remember to start on your #World Lit. paper. 79. You've sold your soul…to a teacher…for a C…for the 9 weeks… 80. You cloned yourself so you could sell your clones' souls to other teachers for Cs for the 9 weeks again (hey, there may be a profit to be made in this...) 81. Desperate to fill up your CAS hours, you claim watching a black and white movie as "creativity" and walking your dog as "activity", and your teacher approves it. 82. You have a special "test writing sweater" that you wore to all the IB exams. 83. Your idea of impure thoughts is whether or not to copy math homework, and/or it is whether or not to insufficiently cite a source you barely used for a research paper. 84. You can count your last quiz grade on one hand. 85. You wonder if there's Cliff's Notes on the Calculus book. 86. You don't really cheat - you just tell people the answers. 87. Cheating became too difficult, so you took up telepathy. 88. You have a tab running at Books-A-Million. 89. Bn.com, amazon.com, and Books-A-Million offered to give you a free shipment/order each so you took full advantage of it and are now banned from those stores/sites (it took 6 semis to deliver the orders!) 90. You've consulted tarot cards for hints on a History test. 91. You have the library on speed dial. 92. You've framed the Honor Code. 93. You've developed an imprint of your book bag in your back. 94. Your best hope for most classes is either divine intervention or a strategically placed lightning bolt. 95. Your books weigh more than you do. 96. Your thesis for the Extended Essay is whether or not Bert and Ernie are gay. 97. Your alternate thesis for the Extended Essay is why IB jokes/checklists are so prolific and the amount of fact contained within them. 98. You plead insanity on a research paper. 99. Your plea is accepted by your teacher. 100. You have a Cliff's Notes Preferred Customer Credit Card. 101. You exceed the limit on said credit card--on only Cliff's Notes! 102. You do your essays on the plane ride to school. 103. You can lead your way through a frog's intestines with your eyes closed. 104. You forgot about that pesky Extended Essay thing until the night before it was due. 105. You have to stop twice and get gas to make it all the way to school. 106. You've been out various times looking for the Abridged Cliff's Notes. 107. You consider giving up going to the bathroom permanently to give you more time to study. 108. Your backpack is only comfortable when it weighs &gt;30 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;109. You have convinced your parents the "1" you received on your IB Physics exam was really the "top 1% of all IB students worldwide". &lt;br /&gt;110. You skip breakfast so you can get to school early to get in some extra cramming time to gain that "upper edge" on the rest of the class. &lt;br /&gt;111. Your home becomes a "home away from home". &lt;br /&gt;112. You think the meaning of life is: G = -RTlnK. &lt;br /&gt;113. Your favorite equation is &lt;br /&gt;114. Said equation comes up on a test. &lt;br /&gt;115. You go insane from trying to work Pythagoras' constant and the golden rule into said equation. &lt;br /&gt;116. You succeed in mathematically correctly adding above to said formula without changing number bases. &lt;br /&gt;117. Pressed for time, you conclude a history essay with, "And they lived happily every after. Amen." &lt;br /&gt;118. You get into a slugging match over priority for the library photocopier. &lt;br /&gt;119. You copy old Theory of Knowledge essays so you can get an A in the Ethics unit. &lt;br /&gt;120. You plagiarize from Cliff's Notes for the "What is Truth?" ToK paper. &lt;br /&gt;121. It's essential to learn to live with occasional failures. &lt;br /&gt;122. "What is the Bronsted Lowry Theory again?" &lt;br /&gt;123. Can we say EXTRA CREDIT?? &lt;br /&gt;124. You actually worry about the 105% you have in math. &lt;br /&gt;125. You find that you overreact when you get 2 points marked off on your homework. &lt;br /&gt;126. You find that you spend more time sleeping in class than at home. &lt;br /&gt;127. You think you're a normal kid until suddenly you realise kids at other high schools regularly go to sleep before midnight. &lt;br /&gt;128. You get a job at Kinko's not for the paycheck, but because you're there 8 hours a day anyway! &lt;br /&gt;129. You are 18 but can't drive. &lt;br /&gt;130. You have 15 library cards each under a different alias. &lt;br /&gt;131. Tests are no longer singular efforts! &lt;br /&gt;132. The librarians know you so well that you don't even have to go to the front desk of the library to check the book out. &lt;br /&gt;133. You've read most of the books in your library, and have a written report on over 3/4 of them! &lt;br /&gt;134. You read all the books in the local public library, so you found a loophole that allowed you to check out books from the local university stacks. &lt;br /&gt;135. Your list of excuses for not doing your homework is the length of Anna Karenina. &lt;br /&gt;136. You have used nearly all of them. (But have just enough left to use as an Extended Essay.) &lt;br /&gt;137. You exceed the 4200 word limit on the Extended Essay (by over 1000 words). &lt;br /&gt;138. The simplest words you know are at least 10 letters long. &lt;br /&gt;139. You ask what your summer reading assignment will be in October. &lt;br /&gt;140. You come into school at 6:00am to do Biology and don't complain. &lt;br /&gt;141. It takes more than one trip to carry the books you need between your car and your locker. &lt;br /&gt;142. You carry around vocabulary flash cards to whip out in your free time. &lt;br /&gt;143. You can list all 5 definitions on vocabulary tests. &lt;br /&gt;144. The saying "When I graduate high school" has been replaced with "If I ever graduate." &lt;br /&gt;145. When your school gives you a survey on your future plans,you ask your teacher "Will I graduate High School" &lt;br /&gt;146. Your teacher has had to ask a student in your class to "Put His Pants Back on" &lt;br /&gt;147. You edit this page &lt;br /&gt;148. When you are home sick, you can't help but wonder what work you're missing and what your homework is. &lt;br /&gt;149. When you're watching TV, you feel guilty because not all of your homework is done. &lt;br /&gt;150. You find yourself spelling words out on scantrons. You are deeply saddened when you can only find one letter of "IB SUCKS!" &lt;br /&gt;151. You went back and checked. &lt;br /&gt;152. You show up 4 hours late to an IB test and still manage to get a "5". &lt;br /&gt;153. During a Chemistry test, instead of doing the work, you write a random answer program in your TI-82 and get the highest score in the class. &lt;br /&gt;154. You have an internet connection on your calculator. &lt;br /&gt;155. You have a TI-200 on layaway. &lt;br /&gt;156. Your idea of great art is simultaneously graphing the sine, cosine and tangent graphs on your calculator. &lt;br /&gt;157. You have functioning electrical appliances in your locker. &lt;br /&gt;158. You've memorized the cracks in the stucco on the wall behind your computer monitor. &lt;br /&gt;159. You can type 70 words per minute -- on a TI-89. &lt;br /&gt;160. You devise a "pager code" and page your classmates all night with obscene messages. &lt;br /&gt;161. You use the internet for research and not smut. &lt;br /&gt;162. You have an autographed picture of Bill Gates in your bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;163. Your TI-89 can now link with satellites so you can watch The Learning Channel at lunch. &lt;br /&gt;164. You have more CD-ROMS than music CDs. &lt;br /&gt;165. Your favorite TV program is Wild Discoveries on The Discovery Channel. &lt;br /&gt;166. You have your TI-89 hooked up to your friends' so that you can "chat" during class. &lt;br /&gt;167. OMG You get excited when you find out that your Handy Dandy TI Calculator can graph a line of best fit on graph &lt;br /&gt;168. You use your "chat" program to tell each other the answers during a test, and your teacher congratulates you for #your "innovative thinking". &lt;br /&gt;169. The only reason Texas Instruments hired you was because your bill was so large. &lt;br /&gt;170. You became a hardware beta tester for TI. &lt;br /&gt;171. You consult the RandInt( function on your TI-86 for answers on multiple-choice tests (including IB and AP exams). &lt;br /&gt;172. You find the algorithm to correctly answer multiple choice tests without looking at them. &lt;br /&gt;173. You brag about how large your computer is. &lt;br /&gt;174. You're shunned if you don't have a computer with at least 25 gigs. &lt;br /&gt;175. You debate whether or not you can send a fax collect. &lt;br /&gt;176. Your favorites on the pull down menu of your internet browser include: Barlett's Familiar Quotations, The Electric Library, #The Discovery Channel online, The History Channel online, and the National Geographic homepage. &lt;br /&gt;177. You consider your computer your best friend. &lt;br /&gt;178. You see no point to programming in anything other than machine code and possibly assembly. &lt;br /&gt;179. You write and run programs in your head while sleeping between classes and practicing chess moves on the tile floor en route. &lt;br /&gt;180. You often wake up suddenly from this and start screaming out streams of ones and zeroes, then explain it away as either an assembly crash or an i/o error, as applicable. &lt;br /&gt;181. You discuss the impossibility of the aliens' computers being Macintosh compatible in Independence Day. &lt;br /&gt;182. You wish you could interface with the computer-generated reality of the Matrix. &lt;br /&gt;183. You envy the Borg. &lt;br /&gt;184. The Borg envy you. &lt;br /&gt;185. You've gotten electronic copies of text books in TI-89 format. &lt;br /&gt;186. Your TI-89 has made you stupid. &lt;br /&gt;187. You have made your TI-89 stupid. &lt;br /&gt;188. Your multiple T3 lines were too slow for last minute searches for your term papers, so you got a couple of OC-20 lines &lt;br /&gt;189. You've replaced your Flintstones vitamins with speed. &lt;br /&gt;190. Your bed hasn't been slept in since Bush was president. &lt;br /&gt;191. You actually believe "mental health days" are excused absences. &lt;br /&gt;192. Brewing coffee takes too long, so you just eat the beans. &lt;br /&gt;193. You slip prozac into your Powerade or Dr. Pepper. &lt;br /&gt;194. You're afraid of sunlight since you haven't seen it in 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;195. You get Advil at cost. &lt;br /&gt;196. You get a full upper body workout putting your backpack on. &lt;br /&gt;197. You skip breakfast so you can get to school early to get in some extra cramming time and gain that "upper edge" on the rest of the class. &lt;br /&gt;198. Breakfast?! What's that? &lt;br /&gt;199. The bags under your eyes are heavier than the ones carrying your textbooks. &lt;br /&gt;200. You always seem to have one continuous headache. &lt;br /&gt;201. You haven't seen light in so long you glow in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;202. You find yourself thinking "Without stress my life would be empty." &lt;br /&gt;203. You don't carry lunch money - You carry Vivarin, Powerade, and Dr. Pepper money. &lt;br /&gt;204. Your contacts are so thick that you have trouble closing your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;205. You have a permanent caffeine-and-sleep-deprivation high. &lt;br /&gt;206. You actually BUY caffeinated water. &lt;br /&gt;207. You can measure your daily caffeine consumption in gallons. &lt;br /&gt;208. You can count the number of hours you sleep each week on one missing hand. &lt;br /&gt;209. You've taught yourself how to take naps while walking to your next class. &lt;br /&gt;210. When your teacher wakes you from sleep when nothing is going on in class, you are deprived of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;211. You've used so much Vivarin, you learn to make it in Chemistry in order to save money. &lt;br /&gt;212. You actually get used to waking up at 5:00 am. &lt;br /&gt;213. You actually get used to waking up at 5 am, then decide to sleep some more anyway. &lt;br /&gt;214. You hyperventilate every time you see a traditional student, praying that you'll never become like them. &lt;br /&gt;215. You look forward to your in-school finals as a change of pace from your IB exams. &lt;br /&gt;216. You actually put the apostrophe in front of the word "'cause." &lt;br /&gt;217. The local media writes an article on your class and titles it "Brains R Us". (this really happened!) &lt;br /&gt;218. You still get kicks saying "Your epidermis is showing." &lt;br /&gt;219. When no one's looking, you exacerbate. &lt;br /&gt;220. You think SEX is an acronym for a test you take after the SAT. &lt;br /&gt;221. You think "getting high" is a reference to grades. &lt;br /&gt;222. You think Saved By The Bell was a documentary. &lt;br /&gt;223. The vampire rapist thought you were crazy. &lt;br /&gt;224. Your idea of watching TV is the morning announcements. &lt;br /&gt;225. You misread the Psychology exam and write an essay on "social sex". &lt;br /&gt;226. You're one of the few people who realizes that Catcher in the Rye isn't about baseball. &lt;br /&gt;227. You have taken in so much knowledge that you forget what the doorbell means. &lt;br /&gt;228. You feel the need to literarily analyse the character development, mood/tone, plot development, dialogue, and other literary aspects of an episode of Family Guy. &lt;br /&gt;229. You wrote an essay on it and got a 7 for it. &lt;br /&gt;230. You think MTV is a formula for mass, temperature and volume. &lt;br /&gt;231. You're one of the few to know that the "perverted American Dream" isn't a porno. &lt;br /&gt;232. Watching Beavis and Butthead requires WAY too much brain power. &lt;br /&gt;233. You clean up your room and find a bed. &lt;br /&gt;234. You wonder about things like what would happen if your car traveled at the speed of light and your turned your lights on. &lt;br /&gt;235. You have a bumper sticker that says "Proud to be a test tube baby." &lt;br /&gt;236. "Burnout" isn't a strong enough word to describe you. &lt;br /&gt;237. The word "ponder" sends you into spasms. &lt;br /&gt;238. William Carlos Williams' poetry actually makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;239. For those of you who took French A1, replace by G. Appollinaire &lt;br /&gt;240. You gave up your search for a "nice university with a good curriculum" during your first week of 11th grade. You've now redefined your search to "a nice bell tower with a good mount for a sniper rifle". You stop going to volunteer work, but you unconsciously think you're still going. &lt;br /&gt;241. Everything you know about sex, you learned from the English reading list. &lt;br /&gt;242. You worry about hyphens. &lt;br /&gt;243. The words: "Oh my God! There's a triad in this poem!" &lt;br /&gt;244. You enjoy finding out the hard way why normal distribution should work. &lt;br /&gt;245. It's the little things that confuse you. &lt;br /&gt;246. You have the chemical formula and steps of synthesis for caffeine memorized. &lt;br /&gt;247. You think that the game LIFE will really affect yours. &lt;br /&gt;248. You still think Beavis and Butthead is a true-to-life TV show about "normal high school". &lt;br /&gt;249. Alternatively, you realize Beavis and Butthead is actually Mike Judge's social commentary on the MTV generation's stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;250. You find all the "glitches", "boo-boos", and other such small mistakes in movies. &lt;br /&gt;251. You use your ToK background to analyze Winnie the Pooh's Book of Quotations. &lt;br /&gt;252. When asked what significance Hitler had to Racial Social Darwinism, you say "Well, he didn't like Jews." &lt;br /&gt;253. You look forward to hell week because you think hell would be an improvement on your current situation. &lt;br /&gt;254. Free time? &lt;br /&gt;255. You've mastered the art of procrastination so well that your research paper finishes printing just seconds before you have to leave for school. &lt;br /&gt;256. You get to college and realize the classes you are taking seem really familiar. &lt;br /&gt;257. Your college professors' grading systems seem a little too lenient. &lt;br /&gt;258. You dread the word rubric. &lt;br /&gt;259. Yourbrainissooverloadedthatyouforgetthesimplestthings. &lt;br /&gt;260. You managed to write 4,000 words on the subject "Hitler was a nice guy, wasn't he?" (sarcasm not included) &lt;br /&gt;261. You've managed to get through an entire year of History of the Americas without reading one page of your test book. &lt;br /&gt;262. You're not certain if you want to get laid, layed, or laid to rest. &lt;br /&gt;263. When you go to the library, you see a least three or four of your classmates. &lt;br /&gt;264. To celebrate finishing your IB exams you decide to be really wild and go for coffee. &lt;br /&gt;265. You hold "parties" to study. &lt;br /&gt;266. You look forward to your parties. &lt;br /&gt;267. Your fellow IBers look forward to your parties, attend them, and do actual studying there. &lt;br /&gt;268. You have parties in your school's physics lab, and you consider yourselves the "cool people". &lt;br /&gt;269. You envy the unabomber's social life. &lt;br /&gt;270. Your pick-up lines include compliments on the quality of her (his) epidermis and the wonderful shape of her (his) occipital plate. &lt;br /&gt;271. You have an element named after you. &lt;br /&gt;272. Four words: "Wanna play some chess?" &lt;br /&gt;273. You decline the invitation displayed above, saying that you would better spend your time doing homework. &lt;br /&gt;274. Your peers know more about you than you do. &lt;br /&gt;275. You really wear those IB T-shirts. &lt;br /&gt;276. You forget your brother's name because you haven't seen him in three years. &lt;br /&gt;277. Wait...what brother? &lt;br /&gt;278. Your last mate was a "checkmate". &lt;br /&gt;279. Every year you nominate yourself for Homecoming Royalty and wonder why you never win. &lt;br /&gt;280. "Anybody wanna play some cards?" &lt;br /&gt;281. You show school spirit at the pep assemblies. &lt;br /&gt;282. You are usually dressed more formal than your teachers. &lt;br /&gt;283. When on vacation, you visit other schools. &lt;br /&gt;284. You have races with your friends to see who can say the entire periodic table of elements the fastest. &lt;br /&gt;285. You'd go into severe spasms if you ever lost your IB herd. &lt;br /&gt;286. "There's a MALL in this town?!?!" &lt;br /&gt;287. You are periodically annoyed when people confuse "allusion" and "illusion", and sometimes correct your teacher. &lt;br /&gt;288. You see your Extended Essay advisor more than you see your parents. &lt;br /&gt;289. You'd feel bad about not having a social life if only you could remember what it was like to have one. &lt;br /&gt;290. You think "social life" refers to life in Soviet Bloc nations during the Cold War. &lt;br /&gt;291. You talk in your sleep -- in Italian. &lt;br /&gt;292. The only words you ever say in Spanish class are "No sé." &lt;br /&gt;293. You are convinced that your "Baccalaureate Internationale professeur de français" thinks you're sexy. (misspelling of professeur--&gt; it's not proffeur~) &lt;br /&gt;294. Your "Baccalaureate Internationale professeur de français" DOES think you're sexy. (misspelling of professeur--&gt; it's not proffeur~) &lt;br /&gt;295. The only French you know is "J'aime manger du poisson." (le changed to du for proper grammer~) &lt;br /&gt;296. You find all five errors so far in this section, unless at least one has been revised by one of you sneaky bastards. &lt;br /&gt;297. You resort to communicating with classmates through a series of clicks because languages take too long. &lt;br /&gt;298. You notice that there is a language consisting of clicks. &lt;br /&gt;299. You already know that it's called Xhosa. &lt;br /&gt;300. You just looked up Xhosa. &lt;br /&gt;301. You love the "Macarena" not because it's a neat-o dance, but because you actually understand what those Spanish guys are saying. &lt;br /&gt;302. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before. &lt;br /&gt;303. You no longer speak English -- You speak a combination of English, German, Spanish, French, Portugese, Swedish, Dutch, Chinese, Russian, Norwegian, Hebrew, Arabic, Japanese, Korean, and Polish. &lt;br /&gt;304. Fellow IBers understand and use the same combined language. &lt;br /&gt;305. You convert it to 36-bit words converted to hexadecimal numbers to communicate as it is faster. &lt;br /&gt;306. You write a text-to-speech program that uses this hexadecimal linguistic conglomerate. &lt;br /&gt;307. You modify your text-to-speech program so that it also works as speech-to-text, and is eerily accurate. &lt;br /&gt;308. You go into your Spanish oral on the Cuban Revolution and, when asked for you sources, produce Cuban sandwiches and cry out, "Sources? Sources? We don't need no stinkin' sources!" (actually happened!). &lt;br /&gt;309. You know how to integrate a chicken and can take the derivative of water. &lt;br /&gt;310. You scoff at others’ lowly TI-83s while you caress your TI-92+ with pride. &lt;br /&gt;311. You debate physics during lunch…and you usually win. &lt;br /&gt;312. You know the chemical composition of the ugly brown stains on the ceiling tiles. &lt;br /&gt;313. Your calculators and/or backpacks are an extension of your body. &lt;br /&gt;314. You say, "I so accurately measured the momentum of my homework that it could be anywhere." &lt;br /&gt;315. Your backpack has an imprint of your back in what little remains of the padding. &lt;br /&gt;316. Your last backpack broke because it couldn't handle the weight and volume of your books and binders. Yes, binders. &lt;br /&gt;317. The "padded" straps on your backpack are padded everywhere except where your collarbones go. &lt;br /&gt;318. You've set an Apple II and your TI in a race to see which one could count to infinity the fastest. &lt;br /&gt;319. You took out the cheesy infinity code and substituted a Pi-calculating code. &lt;br /&gt;320. Your TI won. &lt;br /&gt;321. Better yet, you won, because you can name Pi to several hundred digits more than they could. &lt;br /&gt;322. No, you definitely won, because you caught an error in both of the final results. &lt;br /&gt;323. The Apple II was wrong by a larger amount. &lt;br /&gt;324. You added a second motorola 68000 chip to your TI-89/92+ and overclocked them both to 50 MHz, which required rewriting all of #the TIOS, but it was accomplished the entire task in 4 study breaks. &lt;br /&gt;325. You add support for RPN and multiple VGA monitors during the modifications. &lt;br /&gt;326. Then you run your modified TI-89/92+ up against a 486DX4-100 linux box and you still win, with your TI coming in a far second. &lt;br /&gt;327. You feel guilty if you go more than a week without homework or some form of schooling. &lt;br /&gt;328. After getting a "B" on your Chemistry test, you decide to take out your anger on some TWA plane. &lt;br /&gt;329. You're sad, because you can only take four HL tests. &lt;br /&gt;330. You hack the school’s network and duplicate your records so that you can take another three HLs, then merge the records together after you take your senior IB exams. &lt;br /&gt;331. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before. &lt;br /&gt;332. You're so frustrated with IB that you sent package bombs to random people's houses and framed some Ted guy. (hey! I’m a Ted!) &lt;br /&gt;333. You carry a protractor in your back pocket. (naah…that’s what cargo pockets are for besides calculators…) &lt;br /&gt;334. You use a Casio instead of a TI &lt;br /&gt;335. Chuck Norris feels inferior to your knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;336. The Borg beg you to permit them to assimilate you. &lt;br /&gt;337. You permit them to assimilate you, but only if you become part of Unimatrix Zero and the collective does not interfere with Unimatrix Zero ever again. &lt;br /&gt;338. You see 0110 1001 0110 1001 and get horny. &lt;br /&gt;339. You actually think you have a shot at passing the physics HL exam. &lt;br /&gt;340. Your Theory of Knowledge class has you seriously thinking if Hitler was justified in killing those 6 million Jews. &lt;br /&gt;341. You make a date to do homework together and you actually do. &lt;br /&gt;342. You derive formulas for fun. From first principles. &lt;br /&gt;343. The offer of bonus marks for combed hair results in a dramatic improvement in your appearance. &lt;br /&gt;344. You write your "What is Truth?" ToK paper entirely in Newspeak. &lt;br /&gt;345. You post said paper on your web server, which crashes two minutes later from the Slashdot Effect, even though you built it to withstand multiple Slashdottings at once. &lt;br /&gt;346. you start walking in geometric circles &lt;br /&gt;347. you start analyzing random books, song lyrics, and street signs &lt;br /&gt;348. a good night's sleep is 5 hours &lt;br /&gt;349. you have made up complicated metaphors relating your love life to a card game and have fun doing it &lt;br /&gt;350. 16+2= ...wait let me get my graphing calculator! &lt;br /&gt;351. the urge to shout "Sir, yes sir" overwhelms you and...you do it &lt;br /&gt;352. the idea of "getting off on tangents" is hilariously funny &lt;br /&gt;353. the word "switzerlish" makes more sense then "swiss" &lt;br /&gt;354. the word "conspiricized" makes more sense that "conspired"... and then it takes you a couple of tries to get it right. &lt;br /&gt;355. You correct your NIB friend when he says he's "factoring" his quadratic trinomial. Everyone knows the word is "factorising"! &lt;br /&gt;356. you have the whole jargon file memorized, and cite it WAY too often &lt;br /&gt;357. when you find mistakes in the yearbook you have to write the correction in every yearbook. &lt;br /&gt;358. you labor under the impression that index cards are "handy dandy nifty difty" &lt;br /&gt;359. you get high off of intellectualism (credit Sheryl Crow...) &lt;br /&gt;360. you logically investigate the mystical powers of the phrase "wouldn't it be funny if..." &lt;br /&gt;361. you find deep meaning in the words to "I Wanna Be Sedated " &lt;br /&gt;362. you don't speak French, yet you compile a list of insults in French &lt;br /&gt;363. You come up with Latin names for Pokemon, and classify the words under actual Latin noun declensions. &lt;br /&gt;364. when reading "Les Mis." in French you spend the entire class period figuring out how to say "is that a loaf of bread in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" en Français &lt;br /&gt;365. you spell "am" wrong &lt;br /&gt;366. You noticed that 21 and 109 are the same. &lt;br /&gt;367. it takes you 3 days to get this joke: Q: You know what? A: No, introduce me. &lt;br /&gt;368. you write stories and give them to other people to analyze for you because you don't understand them &lt;br /&gt;369. you wear a pair of antennae (deedleyboppers) on your head and think you're a water molecule &lt;br /&gt;370. That last sentence made you cringe, and you felt the urge to whip out a red pen until you realized those only work on papers and posters. &lt;br /&gt;371. you get brownie points with your chemistry teacher for the above &lt;br /&gt;372. you forget the meaning of the words "free time" yet remember the meaning of "mantic" (n. ) &lt;br /&gt;373. you have complicated dreams about graphing circles and ellipses &lt;br /&gt;374. you start a Scrabble Club. wait...that's a bad thing? &lt;br /&gt;375. Feudal War is the only card game worthy of IBers &lt;br /&gt;376. You walk in the movement patterns of a knight to improve your chess strategy while you nap on your way to your next class. &lt;br /&gt;377. you have theological discussions at parties &lt;br /&gt;378. you have theoretical physics discussions at parties &lt;br /&gt;379. the number on your screen name corresponds to the page number that character you use for your screen name has an appearance in the book you got it from &lt;br /&gt;380. you understand above the first time you read it &lt;br /&gt;381. whenever you're watching a movie you find all the motifs and themes...without trying &lt;br /&gt;382. you start to laugh hysterically when you're writing a bibliography because a book has TWO authors &lt;br /&gt;383. you find juxtaposition in places you shouldn't be looking for it &lt;br /&gt;384. you spend all your time complaining about your work, then do it hurriedly because you want to get to bed and don't know where all the time went &lt;br /&gt;385. you brag that you only got 2 hours of sleep last night &lt;br /&gt;386. you have Amsco parties &lt;br /&gt;387. you write a two page answer to a one sentence question &lt;br /&gt;388. you look forward to arguing &lt;br /&gt;389. you enjoy complaining and scaring underclassmen (yeah, and they gave us 500 pages of History, but I managed to do that even though my back is now permanently damaged by the weight of my backpack, and the track bugs almost got me so I was exhausted from running... etc.) &lt;br /&gt;390. you weren't kidding. &lt;br /&gt;391. you have no idea who the drug dealers are, or which students are probably concealing weapons &lt;br /&gt;392. you consider sweet tarts, chocolate, and caffeine drugs (so actually, you DO know who the drug dealers are, in a way...) &lt;br /&gt;393. you love telling your boyfriend/girlfriend the story your math teacher told you &lt;br /&gt;394. you give out fliers announcing that you're going to the movies &lt;br /&gt;395. movies??? What are they??? &lt;br /&gt;396. when writing down decimals, you don't understand why you can't write them to the 14th decimal place &lt;br /&gt;397. you feel sorry for the chemicals in chemistry class &lt;br /&gt;398. your math teacher is telling you a story and you say "that could never happen, the light bulb would burn out" and it MAKES SENSE &lt;br /&gt;399. this number means something: 42 &lt;br /&gt;400. your brain is such a pile of mush that you carry around a teddy bear so you don't start shaking in the middle of class &lt;br /&gt;401. you are already planning where your lockers will be next year &lt;br /&gt;402. at least 4 of your classes (history, english, ToK, psychology) are talking about almost the same thing, or at least you think they are ...it could be an illusion...maybe you're not in class at all... &lt;br /&gt;403. 7 classes means seven classes &lt;br /&gt;404. the longest you can go without caffeine is less than 6 hours...okay, okay, less than 2 hours.. an NIB, known as Issy, can also do this &lt;br /&gt;405. you faithfully copy words without vowels in them, yet somehow understand them &lt;br /&gt;406. you still don't have a schedule after a week of school &lt;br /&gt;407. your teachers taunt each other and/or hit themselves on the head with markers or water bottles &lt;br /&gt;408. it's TWICE as amusing to have TWO of SOMETHING than one of it &lt;br /&gt;409. it's THREE times as amusing to have THREE of SOMETHING (julie...!) &lt;br /&gt;410. the wall really IS there! (Mr. Baron PROVED it...CLUNK!) &lt;br /&gt;411. rolling down hills is an appropriate math project &lt;br /&gt;412. you start overanalyzing the rainbows on people's clothing &lt;br /&gt;413. you write a newsletter half in Latin &lt;br /&gt;414. your Physics teacher knows how to say "outstanding" in over 30 languages, yet chooses"cool beans!" &lt;br /&gt;415. you can actually apply physics to everyday life. &lt;br /&gt;416. you need a graphing calculator to bake &lt;br /&gt;417. you're disappointed when you only get 100% on a test &lt;br /&gt;418. you're smarter than all your teachers...no, that just means you're in public school &lt;br /&gt;419. you relax vicariously through your non-IB friends (what non-IB friends???) &lt;br /&gt;420. you forget to breathe &lt;br /&gt;421. you realize the IB drop outs are smarter than you are (they are???) &lt;br /&gt;422. you utilize semi-advanced computer technology to make stupid web pages like this one! &lt;br /&gt;423. writing poetry is your idea of a good time &lt;br /&gt;424. you feel guilty after cheating in a test &lt;br /&gt;425. it takes too long so you write a program to generate intelligible haikus and win a programming challenge on dotcomma &lt;br /&gt;426. you have a better love life on the computer than in real life (no,that just means you're more (technologically) intelligent than most people) &lt;br /&gt;427. this number means something to you...something you haven't followed up on yet: 69 &lt;br /&gt;428. you write parodies of Faulkner's work for fun &lt;br /&gt;429. you attempt to do your extended essay on Dr. Seuss &lt;br /&gt;430. you translate a Dr. Seuss book, such as Green Eggs and Ham, into Latin, just for the hell of it &lt;br /&gt;431. your idea of a 3am party game is analyzing the socio-political commentary in Dr. Seuss &lt;br /&gt;432. you complain about studying for your foreign language exam...in multiple foreign languages &lt;br /&gt;433. you have a thought, and it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;434. you have a hurt, and it thinks. &lt;br /&gt;435. your main addiction is to sleep...and you're always experiencing withdrawal. &lt;br /&gt;436. you get angry at someone for being late so you can't copy their homework. &lt;br /&gt;437. you get angry at your lab partner for forcing you to stay up late, waiting for his/her e-mail so you can finish Group 4 &lt;br /&gt;438. your backpack is heavier than you are. &lt;br /&gt;439. you realize that something is missing when your backpack feels too light. &lt;br /&gt;440. You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before. &lt;br /&gt;441. you complain that you can't store notes on your graphing calculator for the IB English exam. &lt;br /&gt;442. you get a smug satisfaction out of f-f-f-finally remembering the word "fovea" (or f-f-f-forgetting "Fundamental Laws") &lt;br /&gt;443. you use logic to justify the color of your nail polish. &lt;br /&gt;444. you can't enjoy a heart-warming cartoon because the French grammar is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;445. the most peer pressure you have recently experienced is someone trying to get you to eat potato chips. &lt;br /&gt;446. You overanalyze They Might Be Giants songs &lt;br /&gt;447. Your favorite song is Barenaked Ladies’ "Who Needs Sleep" (or is it your anthem?) &lt;br /&gt;448. Your project is still due in a few hours &lt;br /&gt;449. Your english essay was quickly done on the back of a cereal box during breakfast because you had no paper on the way to school to write on. &lt;br /&gt;450. You had no time to finish your TOK paper during math class because the biology homework due yesterday took up all your time in English. &lt;br /&gt;451. The numbers '24' up to and including '45' will never be the same again. &lt;br /&gt;452. You know the difference between motive and motif &lt;br /&gt;453. You DON'T want to miss class &lt;br /&gt;454. You have a massive nervous breakdown, post seizure effects, and minor head trauma and you weren't even in school that day, nor did you skip. &lt;br /&gt;455. You also think that you are completely okay after enduring said medical problems. &lt;br /&gt;456. If you fall 2 weeks behind in the autumn, you'll be doing make-up work until the very end of the year &lt;br /&gt;457. You think getting a D means you passed. &lt;br /&gt;458. Your locker is jammed and your backpack, when laid down, is half as tall as you, and there still isn't enough room! &lt;br /&gt;459. You are more than used when your NIB friends make fun of you &lt;br /&gt;460. your idea of a "girls' night out" is when you get together to review the Cold War &lt;br /&gt;461. You're actually jealous when NIB tell you they went to a concert, a party or a bar &lt;br /&gt;462. when you go out partying (IF you go) you can't stop thinking in all the biology lesson you have to memorize for your mock test &lt;br /&gt;463. at said social event, you choose to write an extra-credit biology paper on the psychological effects of the drugs on your friends &lt;br /&gt;464. you feel part of something when you read you're not the only stupid doing IB &lt;br /&gt;465. you get continuous nervous breakdowns &lt;br /&gt;466. you wanted to have more than 15 minutes for your english oral &lt;br /&gt;467. you're already in bed (at 4am when you wake up at 6am) and you realise you left your computer on. You get out of bed to turn it off and to make sure you'll have a complete battery for the next day &lt;br /&gt;468. you can type 100 words per minute in a coma &lt;br /&gt;469. you don't even have to look at the letters while writing in your computer &lt;br /&gt;470. you enjoy your extra anthropology classes &lt;br /&gt;471. you really think someone cares whether alutiiqs or skolt lapps suffered a major culture change &lt;br /&gt;472. you see your teachers more often than your parents &lt;br /&gt;473. you like to suffer, or shall I say, you love "challenges" &lt;br /&gt;474. you fool yourself saying the "habits" IB taught you will accompany you in college &lt;br /&gt;475. you get high with an enormous quantity of coffee &lt;br /&gt;476. you know the difference between suppression, oppression and repression &lt;br /&gt;477. you actually look at this and memorize every word &lt;br /&gt;478. you think "NBA" is some sort of formula you have never seen before, so you actually find what N, B, and A equals &lt;br /&gt;479. you are reading this &lt;br /&gt;480. You get a B in a class and consider yourself a failure &lt;br /&gt;481. You believe death IS freedom &lt;br /&gt;482. you can figure out what frscrndsvnyrsg actually says and means (Yes it is a phrase with now vowels and it does mean something) &lt;br /&gt;483. You have thought about making a Tshirt that says:" You Know You're In IB WHEN..." and on the back there would be things from this list &lt;br /&gt;484. you made a list of your own to put on the back of the Tshirt but then you lost it in a fight with your homework &lt;br /&gt;485. you this read have and compelled this to fix felt &lt;br /&gt;486. you actually read this whole list &lt;br /&gt;487. You actually read this whole page. &lt;br /&gt;488. you look at poo and tried to falsify it by eating it &lt;br /&gt;489. You talk dirty to your girl/boyfriend using lab terms in the passive voice. &lt;br /&gt;490. The sale of some of your art supplies is actually forbidden to minors &lt;br /&gt;491. You relate freedom with answering a question of Maths HL &lt;br /&gt;492. You find it disturbing to have free time, later realising you still have work to do. &lt;br /&gt;493. You have seven windows of EE related research at the bottom of the page begging for attention, but instead you are reading this list for the sole reason that things just don't feel right if you dont wait until the last possible moment to complete them. &lt;br /&gt;494. You can't ride your bike with no handlebars. &lt;br /&gt;495. You don't get the above... &lt;br /&gt;496. yet, the double negative in the sentence two lines above this one bothers the fark out of you. &lt;br /&gt;497. You enjoy fark.com. &lt;br /&gt;498. You prefer to make programs in binary, because you dislike the "limitations" of high-level computer languages. &lt;br /&gt;499. You laugh at someone trying to divide by zero. &lt;br /&gt;500. You write the 500th item in this list &lt;br /&gt;501. You concur. &lt;br /&gt;502. "Oh Canada" gets stuck in your head &lt;br /&gt;503. You begin to talk like an 18th century englishman &lt;br /&gt;504. You dream of Elizabeth Bennet and wake up with a wet spot on your bed near your pelvis &lt;br /&gt;505. You start editing Uncyclopedia &lt;br /&gt;506. Y hv n prblm rdng Nglsh txt wtht ny vwls &lt;br /&gt;507. You actually know what the IM slang 'jfgi' means &lt;br /&gt;508. If not, you just looked it up, ironically using the same method that the phrase encourages &lt;br /&gt;509. You see the irony in that &lt;br /&gt;510. You see Detriot Edison's slogan 'E=DTE' and realize that D and T must be reciprocals of each other &lt;br /&gt;511. you think. Therefore you are. &lt;br /&gt;512. You avidly play the game (and just lost) &lt;br /&gt;513. You care that you just lost &lt;br /&gt;514. You hunt down the jerk responsible for #497 (and write the next thing on this list, DO IT NOW!) &lt;br /&gt;515. You edit this because you said: "WHERE'S NUMBER 500?!" &lt;br /&gt;516. You prefer use windows instead of doors. &lt;br /&gt;517. You lose the ability to spell any word before or when writing the conclusion of any project &lt;br /&gt;518. When someone says "truth" you think on TOK. &lt;br /&gt;519. You prefer do homework on the school that at your place. &lt;br /&gt;520. You compare colors to bitmap resolutions. &lt;br /&gt;521. You were thinking of a perfect sentence to write in that list while you were reading it. &lt;br /&gt;522. Murder is the new black. &lt;br /&gt;523. You STILL don't know what a knowledge issue is. &lt;br /&gt;524. You wish you'd started this list. &lt;br /&gt;525. You're unable to reminisce upon the last occurrence of the infrequent phenomenon of bodily repose. &lt;br /&gt;526. You commonly use the vocabulary in 510. &lt;br /&gt;527. You are constantly jealous of people taking other subjects because you hate all your subjects &lt;br /&gt;528. You actually think that IB is greater than VCE. &lt;br /&gt;529. You archived this section on three flash drives so you could restore it after some idiot deleted the article. &lt;br /&gt;530. You completely forgot that you have to hand your TOK essay in tommorrow because you just spent an hour reading this list. (thanks alot) &lt;br /&gt;531. Your quite proud that you share your birthday with the IB. &lt;br /&gt;532. You dont have the time or energy to drop out or kill yourself. &lt;br /&gt;533. You think you choose the hardest TOK essay question. &lt;br /&gt;534. You know the meaning of life (see above for details) &lt;br /&gt;535. When playing pool you think about the kinetics of the pool balls and discuss them with your playing partner, who hasn’t got a clue what you are on about! &lt;br /&gt;536. youre girlfriend uses words in a text message only the 1950's Oxford dictionary acknowledges. &lt;br /&gt;537. You're at the carnival and while waiting in line you try to calculate the rate of acceleration of the rollercosters. &lt;br /&gt;538. You have 2 labs due that are worth 50% of your IB science Portfolio and you're adding to this stupid list &lt;br /&gt;539. You contract an illness which overwrites any other illness so you are well enough to learn more, until the week before your exams then you immediately become ill for the whole period of your final exams &lt;br /&gt;540. You read this whole list, then sent it to all of your IB friends, who all told you that they had too much homework to read it. They then spent the next hour remarking to you periodically about how all of these were true, and which ones were the funniest. Then you added some of your own &lt;br /&gt;541. your desk, computer, higher level physics book, library. refrigerator and bed are all in hands reach. &lt;br /&gt;542. You actually get more work done on the way to school than the whole 2 nights before &lt;br /&gt;543. You will read this list again. &lt;br /&gt;544. You've finished reading this. &lt;br /&gt;545. When asked why you're in IB, you have no clue why. &lt;br /&gt;546. When I say "10011010 10010101 00101101?" and you reply "01011000 11010010 00101001."~ &lt;br /&gt;547. When you (and all your classmates) jack off to the number 7.~ &lt;br /&gt;548. If you read all of these, added your own, laughed at it, realized how pathetic it was, changed it, laughed again and added some ToK to it so it is logically sound (if that's possible.) &lt;br /&gt;549. If you read this page and become entertained. &lt;br /&gt;550. When you read this page, you think of how utterly depressing your life really is, then don't care because it just gave you a new idea for your TOK essay &lt;br /&gt;551. You are scared to death to even be one nanosecond late for anyclass. Therefore, you have plotted the fastest course between classes. &lt;br /&gt;552. you use the words therefore and thus when speaking. &lt;br /&gt;553. When you have school-assigned reading material stashed in the bathroom so that you won't waste any time. &lt;br /&gt;554. You have to do the practice problems shown here, but for real-http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Intelligent_Math &lt;br /&gt;555. You reminisce about the days when you only had assignments due every second day. &lt;br /&gt;556. You read your textbook cover to cover and realise you could probably add to it. &lt;br /&gt;557. Are planning to come into school totally pissed on the last day, only to realise that you haven't been pissed for so long that you are physically incapable of doing so. &lt;br /&gt;558. When playing with your graphing calculator replaces masturbation. &lt;br /&gt;559. Your parents boast that their son/daughter is in IB but have no idea what it's about. &lt;br /&gt;560. You know the codes to hack your TI calculator but you can't memorize your own phone number. &lt;br /&gt;561. Every time you go to open you front door, you calculate how long it takes for all the tumblers to fall and then calculate how long it takes you to realize that you are talking to yourself with a key in your hand outside your front door. &lt;br /&gt;562. You are constantly thinking, what if i failllllll! &lt;br /&gt;563. You think IB is better then IBT &lt;br /&gt;564. You realize that the content of the Macarena song is NOT for children to learn from. &lt;br /&gt;565. You fantasize about Oscar's Mom. &lt;br /&gt;566. You spend most of your afternoon drowned in research for ToK, attempting to finish that Biology lab, and laying in your pool of drool only to realize it is 2 A.M. and you have ToK first thing in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;567. You completely forget that ToK is a class, it is instead the way of LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-3565659246577140976?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/3565659246577140976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-know-you-are-in-ib-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3565659246577140976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3565659246577140976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-know-you-are-in-ib-when.html' title='You Know You Are in IB When...'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-969850942564549347</id><published>2010-09-03T20:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:15:03.646+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>My Dear Brother</title><content type='html'>By: Desy Kristianti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older brother hated me. He never cared about me. He always abused me. He once pushed me when we were walking downstairs, and as a result, I must spend the rest of my whole life in a wheelchair. I got paralysed. Not only that, he once tried to lock me in my room when the house was on fire, knowing that I could not walk nor run. Since then I got a phobia of fire. He has also tried to kill me by throwing a knife towards my head. I was grateful that God had once saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been 7 years after I got married. My ex-wife wanted me to move to her country, so it was quite hard for me to reach my family, including my brother. Now, since my wife had passed away, I had nothing else to do in her country. So I would like to go back and live with my family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to surprise my family a little bit, so I decided not to tell them that I was going back. I finally saw my house. There were some slight changes, but our memories were still there inside. I rang the bell several times, but nobody came to open the door. I tried to call the home phone number, but nobody answered. “What the hell is happening?” I wondered. I looked around and saw an old man who was probably a neighbour. I waved my hand and he waved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you Daniel?” the old man asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I am. I am Daniel Peterson, the youngest son of the family who lived in this house. Do you know whether they still live in here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, yes, they do. How come you do not know where your own family lives?” he asked me suspiciously. I regretted not telling my family that I was going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I wanted to surprise them that I am going back, so yeah...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Surprise them? Do you not know that your brother just became blinded??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What??? Are you kidding me???”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh young man... I am already very old, why should I joke about a serious problem?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK! OK! Then do you know in which hospital he is now??? Could you please bring me there?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, Mr Peterson. Let me drive your wheelchair.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes walking down the street, I could see the hospital already. I gave the old man some dollars for bringing me here, because he kept talking about his hunger on the way here. I entered the hospital and looked for my brother’s room. Once I got there, I saw the doctor was talking to my brother and my parents. I overheard the conversation. My brother needed an eye donor as soon as possible for his business’ reason, and the doctor did not have one at the moment. I did not dare to continue overhearing, so I decided to wait outside, and talk to the doctor myself later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my brother underwent surgery on his eyes. When he could see properly again, the doctor passed him a letter. Here is what the letter said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Dear David,&lt;br /&gt;When you read this letter, I would probably have been in heaven. I am the one who donated my eyes to you. I hope you would be happy to have my eyes. You do not need to pay me, or give me anything in return. What I want you to do is just to love our parents, and never abuse other people, like what you did to me when we were young. I wish you all the best. May God bless you in every second of your life.&lt;br /&gt;With a sincere love,&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Peterson.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He eventually cried. He visited my grave with my parents. He regretted being very mean to me, and he went to make my parents live happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-969850942564549347?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/969850942564549347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-dear-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/969850942564549347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/969850942564549347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-dear-brother.html' title='My Dear Brother'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-1520298931489288577</id><published>2010-07-22T01:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:14:10.251+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>A Love Letter for a Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today is the day I have been waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We have known each other for exactly one year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We have been good friends for exactly one year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And I have been loving you for exactly one year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;On that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It was the first time we met each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It was the first time for me to experience true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It was the first time I had a crush on the first sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;As the time went by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;God let us to get closer to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;God let me to know who you really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;God let me to feel that you were made for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It obviously tells me that you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The way you talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The way you tease me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The way you make my dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;As well as the way you make me jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You are such a mysterious guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sometimes it seems that you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sometimes it seems that we are just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But sometimes it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That you like somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Are you just trying to make me jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Or are you trying to convince me that we weren't made for each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I lied to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I said that I didn't like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Because I was afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Afraid that you would hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I miss your smile and laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I miss your poke and hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I miss our chat on MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I miss our video call on Skype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't want a worse situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But I don't want to lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't want to miss the opportunity to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dear handsome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Maybe I was right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Maybe you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Unfortunately not as a lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But only as a teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;However,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You are the best teacher I have ever met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You didn't only teach me Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But you also taught me how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;To love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dear I---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-1520298931489288577?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/1520298931489288577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-letter-for-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1520298931489288577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1520298931489288577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-letter-for-teacher.html' title='A Love Letter for a Teacher'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-4090437749431422419</id><published>2010-07-11T15:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:16:47.701+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Gue Mimpi Gue Mati Dibunuh Temen SD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Beberapa hari belakangan ini gue memimpikan hal yang aneh, namun ketika gue bangun, gue gak inget sama sekali apa yang gue mimpiin, cuma keingetnya itu aneh aja pokoknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalem gue memimpikan sesuatu yang sangat aneh juga, namun gue hanya inget ceritanya samar2. Jadi begini ceritanya. Gue lagi jalan ke mall sama 2 orang temen gue yang gue gak inget siapa tapi kayaknya mereka berdua itu temen SD gue. Ini mall gue gak ngenalin, jadi pastinya ini mall gak beneran ada di daerah sini alias cuma di mimpi gue aja. Kita jalan ke suatu pojok. Gue gak begitu inget gimana setting nya tapi yang jelas temen gue yang satu lagi liat2 baju, satunya lagi duduk di pojokan, baca buku. Gue gak ada kerjaan jadi ya gue liat2 tempat itu aja. Perasaan kok sepi banget, ada sih orang di depannya lagi makan (ada meja dan kursi) tapi kok dikit banget. Gue gak begitu inget gimana gue menelusuri tempat itu, tapi terakhir2nya gue merinding dan mendengar suara2 kayak background music di film2 horror. Jadi berasa di film horror -_- haha. Oh ya dan temen gue yang baca buku itu bacanya sambil ngomong, alias gak baca dalam hati, tapi yang dia omongin itu aneh dan menyeramkan, sayangnya gue gak inget persis itu apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Lalu gue kasih tau temen2 gue itu kalo gue merinding dan tempatnya serem banget, trus ngajak mereka pindah aja ke tempat lain. Nah setelah bagian ini gue gak begitu inget gimana tapi tau2 muncul sosok temen deket gue pas SD, namanya Muti. Lupa dari mana dan bagaimana, yang gue inget pokoknya ada dia, dan gue merinding itu ternyata karena kedatangan dia! Trus dia ngomong sesuatu, lagi2 gue gak inget apa tapi intinya kayak gue dan temen2 gue itu mengkhianati dia dan dia pengen bales dendam dengan membunuh kita semua. Faktanya sih gue akrab2 aja tuh sama Muti, dan gak ada khianatin dia gimanapun. Trus tau2 gue sama temen2 gue itu lari, dan si Muti ngejar2 kita. Pertama2nya gue larinya di depan, trus setelah agak lama, karena belok2 arahnya tau2 gue jadi paling ketinggalan sendiri. Tibalah kita di pinggiran mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagian ini tempatnya susah gue jelasin, pokoknya di belakang temboknya banyak ruangan2 (pengen bilang pintu tapi gak ada pintunya gimana dong -_-). Gimana ya ngomongnya, intinya di belakang tembok itu kayak ada jarak sekitar 5 meter ke tembok lagi dan di antara tembok itu kayak ada celah untuk jalan, tapi kalo dari depan (arah datangnya gue) itu keliatan pintu2, jalannya kecil trus kalo orang2 masuk dari tiap pintu, trus mereka maju 1-4 meter mereka gak akan bisa liat satu sama lain karena terhalang tembok, tapi kalo mereka maju lagi ampe 5 meter trus hadap kiri/kanan akan terbentuk satu barisan gitu. Ngerti tempatnya gak? Maaf ya gue orangnya emang susah berkata2 dan selalu bingung kalo disuruh ceritain/jelasin sesuatu yang sebenernya gue tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Nah di tempat ini gue mulai inget kalo gue pernah memimpikan tempat ini sebelomnya (tapi tempat di bagian ini doang yang pernah) dan di satu pintu, kalo kita masuk, depan kita persis itu ada tangga darurat. Nah di mimpi ini gue berjalan di daerah sini dan gue inget tentang tangga darurat itu, dan gue memutuskan untuk kabur dari situ karena Muti ada gak jauh di belakang gue. Tapi pas gue masuk salah satu pintu, gue salah masuk dan ternyata pintu yang bener adalah pintu yang di sebelah kanannya. Lantas gue langsung lari ke arah tangga darurat, tapi gak langsung kabur melainkan gue ngintip dari pintu di depannya apakah Muti ada di situ apa nggak. Sialnya gue, ternyata dia ada di situ dan gue gak sempet kabur lagi. Gue kan gitu, kalo lagi dikejar orang, trus orang itu udah deket sama gue, gue pasti berhenti aja dan menyerah, biar gue ketangkep. Oh lalu si Muti kayaknya ngomong sesuatu sama gue dengan nada marah, tapi gue gak inget apa kata2nya. Trus ceritanya si Muti kayak punya ilmu gitu. Dia kayaknya melemparkan sesuatu ke jidat gue atau dia mukul jidat gue, dan gue mati seketika. Gue jatuh kalo gak salah tengkurap. Rasanya jidat gue sakit tapi sakitnya biasa aja. Padahal serangannya Muti itu kuat banget, ya karena itu tadi, dia punya ilmu. Dan ketika itu gue membuat sebuah harapan terakhir dalam hidup gue. Gue bilang dalam hati, semoga keluarga gue hidup bahagia, adek gue bisa jadi orang yang sukses dan bisa bahagiain ortu. Gitu deh intinya, pokoknya tentang kebahagiaan keluarga. Saat itu gu penasaran gimana rasanya mati. Kata orang2 tua sih mati itu rasanya kayak tidur, tapi gak bangun2. Nah pas itu gue belom ngerasa kayak tidur, tapi otak gue taunya kalo gue ini udah mati. Lalu tiba2 di mimpi itu ceritanya gue terbangun dan keluar dari kamar gue, lalu ada adek gue sm nyokap lg duduk2, nonton TV sambil ngemil. Trus gue peluk mereka sambil nangis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"&gt;Setelah itu gue terbangun beneran dari mimpi itu. Hal yang pertama gue lakukan adalah liat jam, trus setelah inget mimpi ini gue refleks nangis. Gue kaget mimpi gue mati. Abis itu SMS Sandra, pengen nelpon sebenernya tapi disuruh mandi sama nyokap, jadi gak jadi deh hahaha. Dan bagian yg paling menyentuh adalah harapan terakhir gue sebelum mati. Gak ada mikirin temen, jodoh, atau apapun. Satu2nya yang gue doakan adalah keluarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ini pertanda bahwa gue bakalan panjang umur. Mungkin juga ini peringatan biar gue ga bilang mati mati mulu. Atau mungkin gue disadarkan bahwa beberapa sikap gue itu terlalu keterlaluan dan menyakiti orang lain sampe2 tuh orang tega bunuh gue. Bisa juga ini tandanya gue harus makin sayang sama keluarga, dan berjuang keras di sekolah demi masa depan yang cemerlang. Apapun pesan yang ingin disampaikan dari mimpi ini, gue harus tetep optimis dan berjuang dalam hidup :) dan semoga aja gue diberi umur yang panjang oleh Tuhan Yang Maha Kuasa :) Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-4090437749431422419?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/4090437749431422419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/07/gue-mimpi-gue-mati-dibunuh-temen-sd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4090437749431422419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4090437749431422419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/07/gue-mimpi-gue-mati-dibunuh-temen-sd.html' title='Gue Mimpi Gue Mati Dibunuh Temen SD'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-4431292422357768173</id><published>2010-06-29T22:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:23:59.346+07:00</updated><title type='text'>42 Things that Guys wish Girls knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;1. Guys are more emotional then you think, if they loved you at one point, it'll take them a lot longer then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;2. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;3. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;4. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;5. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're going for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-he… method.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;6. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;7. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;8. Guys don't care how gorgeous you are, if you're a *********-- Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;9. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...never mind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;10. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;11. Guys love when girls lay their heads on the guys neck when theyre sitting next to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;12. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;13. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;14. Guys love you more than you love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;15. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole hell of a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;16. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;17. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;18. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;19. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;20. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;21. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;22. When a girl acts spazzy and giggly, guys think its embarrassing...not cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;23. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;24. When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;25. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;26. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;27. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;28. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;29. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;30. A guy would give his right nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;31. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;32. Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesn’t mean he represents ALL of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;33. They love it when girls talk about their boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;34. When a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;35. Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;36. Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;37. When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;38. Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probaly still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;39. Guys think running shoes and short shorts (ex: Soffe shorts) are hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;40. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;41. Guys get jealous easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;42. Guys love perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-4431292422357768173?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/4431292422357768173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/06/42-things-that-guys-wish-girls-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4431292422357768173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4431292422357768173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/06/42-things-that-guys-wish-girls-knew.html' title='42 Things that Guys wish Girls knew'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-8919710793141021149</id><published>2010-05-27T19:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:15:16.329+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Watak berdasarkan Weton Kelahiran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumat Legi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konon, mereka yang lahir pada hari ini cenderung bersifat jujur. Bahkan, mereka terkadang mungkin terlalu jujur, sebab mereka adalah tipe orang yang suka mengungkapkan pikiran mereka tanpa tedeng aling-aling! Mereka cukup teguh dengan pendirian mereka, tetapi sikap seperti ini terkadang juga menghambat kemampuan mereka untuk menerima orang lain secara apa adanya. Sebaiknya kita tidak memancing amarah mereka, karena mereka dapat bertindak ekstrim bila sedang naik darah. Meskipun demikian, mereka setia dan murah hati terhadap orang-orang yang dicintainya. Simpati mereka mudah timbul sehingga tidak keberatan untuk bertindak diluar jalur mereka untuk membantu teman atau bahkan orang asing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(source: http://www.indospiritual.com/index.php?p=59)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-8919710793141021149?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/8919710793141021149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/watak-berdasarkan-weton-kelahiran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/8919710793141021149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/8919710793141021149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/watak-berdasarkan-weton-kelahiran.html' title='Watak berdasarkan Weton Kelahiran'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-680789164003598290</id><published>2010-05-27T18:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:35:48.755+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Watak berdasarkan http://www.indospiritual.com/ramal-watak.html</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Karakter anda adalah ANGKA = 4&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda memiliki bakat dalam bidang bisnis. Anda orang yang sangat stabil dalam mental maupun emosional. Semua yang Anda kerjakan haruslah mempunyai tujuan. Cara berpikir Anda yang logis membuat Anda tidak tergesa-gesa dalam mengambil keputusan dalam berbagai hal. Anda tidak pernah letih bekerja dan menyukai hal yang bersifat rutinitas. Pekerjaan yang terlaksana dengan baik dan benar adalah tujuan utama Anda dalam karir. Anda juga orang yang menyukai kesempurnaan dan kerapian dalam bekerja. Anda tipe orang yang bergerak sedikit lambat karena kehati-hatian, akan tetapi tidak pernah meninggalkan sesuatu dalam keadaan belum tuntas. Anda menyukai ketepatan dankesempurnaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda akan cocok dan lebih memilih karir di bidang arsitektur, desain interior, atau matematika. Bidang Anda tersebut sangat cocok sesuai karakter Anda. Anda mempunyai daya ingat yang tinggi. Perasaan Anda sangat sensitif tetapi seringkali tidak bisa mengekspresikan perasaan, bahkan kadang sering disalah pahami oleh banyak orang karena Anda tergolong orang yang pendiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda mempunyai dorongan untuk maju sesuai dengan rencana dan keinginan sendiri. Anda orang yang kuat dan dapat diandalkan dan seringkali banyak orang menceritakan rahasianya kepada Anda. Anda adalah seorang teman dapat dipercaya. Cara berfikir dan nasehat Anda sangatlah bijaksana. Pasangan Anda adalah orang yang penting dalam hidup. Karakter ini dibangun karena Anda adalah orang yang sangat mementingkan kehidupan mapan dalam rumah tangga. Anda orang yang sangat setia pada satu orang. Anda biasanya tidak mempunyai masalah dalam memenangkan hati lawan jenis karena sikap baik Anda akan menimbulkan kepercayaan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda orang yang selalu penasaran. Anda mempunyai ambisi untuk maju dalam karir. Cara berpikir yang selalu menggunakan logika akan membuat Anda bisa melihat segala sisi kehidupan dengan nyata. Anda lebih suka menggali pengetahuan dari penelitian Anda sendiri dan tidak pernah mau mudah menerima perkataan orang begitu saja. Anda perlu bersosialisasi dan janganlah menjadi penyendiri. Anda jarang terlihat aktif dalam perkumpulan atau hal yang sejenisnya karena kepribadian Anda yang pendiam dan seringkali pemalu. Jangan terus-menerus larut dalam kepribadian yang pasif dan kurang suka berteman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda orang yang selalu ingin bertindak adil dan menginginkan hal serupa dari orang lain. Jangan pernah kehilangan harapan dalam mencapai tujuan karena Anda sungguh mempunyai kelebihan dalam meraih kesuksesan. Belajarlah untuk sedikit tersenyum apabila Anda bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JIKA ANDA WANITA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda adalah seorang istri yang baik dan setia meskipun bagi Anda tidak mudah dalam mengekspresikan perasaan, akan tetapi pasangan Anda merasakan ketulusan itu. Nasehat wanita angka 4 ini banyak didengar orang dan dapat diandalkan. Dia mempunyai rasa empati untuk menyenangkan banyak orang, bahkan menenangkan hati mereka dikala mereka mempunyai masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisi negatifnya, wanita ini seorang yang perfeksionis. Harus disadari bahwa pasangan Anda lebih penting dan harus lebih diperhatikan daripada kesibukan diri sendiri dalam mengurusi rutinitas rumah tangga, seperti membersihkan rumah, merapikan perabot, atau mengatur keperluan rumah lainnya. Hal ini karena pasangan Anda belum tentu akan sesempurna dari yang Anda inginkan. Terlepas dari sisi negatif Anda, sangatlah beruntung bagi orang yang bisa mendapatkan Anda sebagai pasangan karena karakter wanita dengan angka 4 adalah wanita setia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JIKA ANDA PRIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pria dengan angka 4 mempunyai kekuatan pada kepribadian yang tidak banyak bicara dan santun. Pria ini dapat memenangkan banyak perhatian dari lawan jenis. Perasaan Anda begitu dalam apabila Anda sedang jatuh cinta. Anda mempunyai penampilan yang rapi, mempunyai bentuk tubuh yang proporsional, dan cenderung atletis. Penampilan Anda sungguh mempesona didukung oleh wajah yang diatas rata-rata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda (biasanya) sangat sabar dalam mengejar seseorang yang disukai dan seringkali dapat memenangkan hatinya. Karakter Anda memang seorang yang tulus dan setia pada pasangan. Di sisi negatif, anda cenderung kurang berekspresi meskipun Anda sedang jatuh cinta sekalipun. Jagalah diri dari argumentasi yang tidak berarti dalam membela kepercayaan Anda terhadap suatu hal. Anda boleh saja benar dalam segala hal, akan tetapi tidak perlu sampai menjadi terlalu ekstrim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Karakter angka 4 sangat selaras dengan orang berkarakter angka 8*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Karakter berdasarkan Tanggal Lahir (23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda mempunyai jiwa berdiplomasi dalam menghadapai orang lain dan ini merupakan aset untuk memenangkan jalan menuju kesuksesan, di sisi lain, Anda dapat menyempurnakan ide orang lain dengan ide Anda sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda orang yang baik dan selalu perhatian terhadap kepentingan orang lain. Salah satu problem terbesar Anda adalah menyeimbangkan emosional dan tidak membesar-besarkan masalah yang ada. Berhati-hatilah agar Anda tidak menjadi budak cinta dan terperangkap dalam cinta segitiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Karakter berdasarkan Nama Depan (DESY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda mempunyai bakat dalam mengelola usaha dan keuangan. Anda mempunyai banyak impian akan tetapi jarang sekali orang yang dapat memahami ambisi Anda. Akan tetapi Anda orang yang cukup bijaksana dan selalu adil dalam bertindak. Anda banyak terlihat di tempat-tempat yang mewah karena menyukai gaya hidup yang berkualitas. Berilah diri Anda waktu untuk berelaksasi dan menikmati kehidupan karena disamping akan lebih sehat, Anda juga lebih bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangalah dengan jabatan dan keuangan yang dimiliki, Anda dapat dengan mudah menjadi sombong, mau menang sendiri, dan menyalah gunakan kekuasaan. Anda juga tidak menjadi pendengar yang baik terhadap anjuran atau cerita orang lain. Tidak dapat dipungkiri bahwa Anda adalah peraih sukses dan kebanyakan dapat meraih sukses gemilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ramalan Tahun ini (2010) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini waktu yang tepat untuk belajar dan berdiam diri. Waktu untuk perkembangan pribadi. Anda mungkin bisa merasa kesepian pada saat tertentu. Abaikan perasaan Anda karena ini merupakan waktu untuk mengevaluasi diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beristirahatlah yang cukup agar Anda dapat lebih sehat dan bugar. Temukan jati diri Anda dan evaluasi kembali nila-nilai Anda pribadi, akan tetapi jangan terlalu mengkritik diri sendiri. Sadarilah kelemahan-kelemahan Anda dengan hati yang besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan memfukoskan diri Anda pada kesalahan-kesalahan masa lalu. Anda kemungkinan akan pindah ke kota yang berbeda untuk menemukan kehidupan baru atau melepaskan diri Anda dari kesalahan-kesalahan atau cara hidup di masa lalu yang Anda rasa perlu untuk dilepaskan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;(source:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indospiritual.com/ramal-watak.html"&gt;http://www.indospiritual.com/ramal-watak.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-680789164003598290?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/680789164003598290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/watak-berdasarkan-httpwwwindospiritualc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/680789164003598290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/680789164003598290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/watak-berdasarkan-httpwwwindospiritualc.html' title='Watak berdasarkan http://www.indospiritual.com/ramal-watak.html'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-7936105943859072616</id><published>2010-05-27T16:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:36:50.385+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SixBillionSecrets.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"i'm in love with you i've felt this way since we met is in july 09. i just do not have the courage to tell you, i fear you might reject me and i might loose you as a friend. I want us to be more than friends but i do not know how to tell you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read this when I was voting on upcoming secrets on sixbillionsecrets.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really feel the same with this person. I met somebody in July 2009 and I really like him. I still like him until now, and I haven't had the courage to tell him, although he has asked me thrice, whether I like him or not. He is a playboy and I am afraid that he was just trying to flirt me. So I didn't say that I like him. Furthermore I am really afraid that he will reject me and will never help me in doing some HW. We have been really close actually and he cares about me too, but still I don't feel comfortable to tell him that I like him :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-7936105943859072616?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/7936105943859072616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/sixbillionsecretscom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/7936105943859072616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/7936105943859072616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/sixbillionsecretscom.html' title='SixBillionSecrets.com'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-7534758170865907166</id><published>2010-05-25T19:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:42:47.008+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>How to Love Someone</title><content type='html'>I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDRMwjsRCFs/S_vFqIR5qNI/AAAAAAAAACI/UJqOFtcMWak/s1600/heart_water_hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDRMwjsRCFs/S_vFqIR5qNI/AAAAAAAAACI/UJqOFtcMWak/s320/heart_water_hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see this water carefully contained on my hand?" It symbolizes Love. "This was how I saw it. As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give and don't expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advise, but don't order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask, but never demand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passing thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is beautiful, Live it !!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you (without you having to plead and beg), its yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(source: http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-82.html)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-7534758170865907166?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/7534758170865907166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-love-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/7534758170865907166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/7534758170865907166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-love-someone.html' title='How to Love Someone'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDRMwjsRCFs/S_vFqIR5qNI/AAAAAAAAACI/UJqOFtcMWak/s72-c/heart_water_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-1046478946894198280</id><published>2010-05-25T19:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:33:26.908+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Never be shy to say your love that you love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDRMwjsRCFs/S_vDbONlpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/Bz1NsZF5yzI/s1600/couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDRMwjsRCFs/S_vDbONlpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/Bz1NsZF5yzI/s320/couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th Grade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew it. After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th Grade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks," and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&amp;nbsp; I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th Grade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick," she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as "best friends," so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graduation Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "You're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Few Years Later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, now. I watched her say, "I Do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, "You came!" She said, "Thanks!" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funeral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my best friend. At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: "I stare at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I did too? I thought to myself, and I cried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(source: http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-88.html)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-1046478946894198280?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/1046478946894198280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-be-shy-to-say-your-love-that-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1046478946894198280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1046478946894198280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-be-shy-to-say-your-love-that-you.html' title='Never be shy to say your love that you love'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDRMwjsRCFs/S_vDbONlpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/Bz1NsZF5yzI/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-8124840383057483139</id><published>2010-05-25T19:31:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:51:25.121+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The Salty Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He met her on a party&lt;/strong&gt;. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDRMwjsRCFs/S_vHwImWNBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6C5HC207FsU/s1600/coffee_cup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDRMwjsRCFs/S_vHwImWNBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6C5HC207FsU/s320/coffee_cup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.. suddenly he asked the waiter: "&lt;em&gt;Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously: &lt;em&gt;"Why you have this hobby?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied: &lt;em&gt;"When I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea , just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you -- The Salty Coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's sweet.&lt;/strong&gt; She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love is not to forget but to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not to see but to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not to hear but to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not to let go but to HOLD ON !!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(source: http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-83.html)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-8124840383057483139?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/8124840383057483139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/salty-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/8124840383057483139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/8124840383057483139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/salty-coffee.html' title='The Salty Coffee'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDRMwjsRCFs/S_vHwImWNBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6C5HC207FsU/s72-c/coffee_cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-3303497522132873569</id><published>2010-05-25T19:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:29:59.300+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol type="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Robert Frost&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Helen Keller&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Judy Garland&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Thornton Wilder&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love sought is good, but given unsought is better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- William Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Aristotle&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"There is no remedy for love but to love more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Thoreau&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Where there is love there is life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Gandhi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;-1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"There is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- George Sand&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Lao Tzu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Unknown&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The best feelings are those that have no words to describe them...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Michelle Hammersley&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love is a little haven of refuge from the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Bertrand A. Russell&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Timothy Titcomb (J.G. Holland)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love doesn't make the world go 'round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Franklin P. Jones&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love builds bridges where there are none."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- R.H. Delaney&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- William Thackeray&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Talking of love is making it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- William G. Benham&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Maulana Jalalu'd din Rumi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Roy Croft&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Barbara De Angelis&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You don't marry someone you can live with - you marry the person who you cannot live without."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Unknown&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Saint-Exupery&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Unknown&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sam Keen&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love is always bestowed as a gift -- freely, willingly, and without expectation.... We don't love to be loved; we love to love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Leo Buscaglia&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You love simply because you cannot help it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Kim Anderson&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love is the life of the soul. It is the harmony of the universe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- William Ellery Channing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Henry Drummond&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love is, above all, the gift of oneself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jean Anouilh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Henry Ward Beecher&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(source: http://www.knowledgebase-script.com/demo/article-513.html)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-3303497522132873569?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/3303497522132873569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3303497522132873569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3303497522132873569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-quotes.html' title='Love Quotes'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-4694681364900514197</id><published>2010-05-13T04:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:17:54.352+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>10 Red, STB-ACS, 2009/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;17 July 2009, the Orientation day&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl with long hair, raising her hand when Mr Rusty asked who are on the grade 10 that time. I was excited as there would be another girl in my class, apart from Joshua and Faisal who are boys. I also met some nice teachers who were so friendly. at the end of the Orietation day, we were sent to our homeroom together with Ms Julie whose birthday was on the same day. I really loved the atmosphere in this school. I was looking forward to begin my day as a 10R student in STB-ACS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 July 2009, the beginning of the First Quarter&lt;br /&gt;I entered the PAT together with Joshua and Della. (if I am not mistaken, Faisal was absent on that day). we sang the ACS anthem with pride and smile. enthusiasm was brought along the assembly. after that we had homeroom time to discuss rules and stuffs. then, the long adventure began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian class&lt;br /&gt;we moved to the 10Y classroom. I chose a random seat. I thought this was going to be the easiest subject and my most favorite subject of the year. but it was not! haha. the slim teacher started asking our names, and she said that we should be better than the 10Y students because in SMP, Indonesian was the language that we spoke everyday. wait, we did not know her name. the lesson ended very fast and she didnt even tell us her name! wah! few days after that, we found out from the 10Y students that her name was Ibu Dossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry class&lt;br /&gt;a pretty teacher with curly hair came in, and another woman was following behind. the woman sat at the back, watching the curly-haired-teacher teaching. she began with a lame but warm introduction of Chemistry. we didnt know what to say, and so we stayed quiet. in this strange situation, Ibu Widya spoke up, telling us to be more active (or very reactive like the group I metals) and just speak. if we are not confident enough speaking English, she suggested us to speak Bahasa because Ms Cindy does speak Bahasa as well. a few minutes after that, she left us and we spent the remaining time with Ms Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Math class&lt;br /&gt;a slim lady with brown hair came in, bringing a laptop. she spoke SUPERRRRR fast. we could not get what she was trying to say. and finally she went out for a while (we didnt know where she was going), leaving an algebra worksheet for us to do. we did not even know her name, but we saw a word document on her laptop, with the name ANNIE NG below. oh, Ms Annie. then she came back. lets pretend to do the worksheet!! then she started talking again, with the rushing speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English class&lt;br /&gt;the teacher with brown long hair came in. oh this was our homeroom teacher. I remembered Ms Fira, the one who taught us in the English foundation program for about one month. so this was Ms Julie who will be teaching us English, continuing from what we had learnt in the foundation program. she got a really different accent with Ms Fira as well as the style of teaching. as our English teacher as well as our HRT, we discussed a bit about other stuffs apart from English too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology class&lt;br /&gt;a handsome and young guy came in. so, this was our Biology teacher??? woahhhhh interesting! but then when he started talking, it was revealed that the school was still looking for a Biology teacher to teach us, and so for that time along, we would have Math instead of Biology in every Biology period. as a result, we had 4 periods of Math on every single day, plus 2 periods of Chem and 2 periods of English. to be honest, I prefer Math to Bio because I could never do well in Bio. ok forget it. oh anyway his name was Ivan. then, the lousy but fun lesson started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Education class&lt;br /&gt;I saw the tall expat teacher again. yes, Mr Rusty. we started with a brief talk in the beginning, and then we were warming up. the warm up session was so tough for me. firstly because I didnt get used to it, secondly because I am just not good at it. I meant, at sport. idk, I just feel talentless for it. I had always tried to do my best, but I still could not do. ok never mind. I reckoned that some of the 10Y boys could be real famous athletes. they are TALENTED! unlike me -_- gahhh. ok next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD class&lt;br /&gt;here came the Reverend whom we often saw reading the morning devotion in the VP Briefing every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. he was a really nice and wise man. we really looked up to him. he told us stories about what happened in our life and how people should react to such situations. these stories had inspired me in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion class&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and I got to move to 10Y classroom. there were three classes for religion class; Christian, Moslem and Moral &amp;amp; Ethics. in the Christian class, we met Pak Denny again. we got to bring our own Bibles, but I noticed that some of the 10Y students hardly brought their Bibles! tsktsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the adventure continued along. we became closer and closer to the core teachers whom we met everyday. we talked to them a lot. especially Ms Annie and Ms Cindy. towards the early August 2009, Ivan told us that he was about to leave STB, because he got to continue his study in the US. I was really worried because that would mean that we got to start studying Biology. so far I had enjoyed the Math classes with him but then he left; and we started studying Biology soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other day, Ms Cindy introduced a woman wearing glasses, named Ibu Sylvia. she was our real Biology teacher. we started studying Biology in the middle of August, a little bit rushing but it went quite well. oh not so well because I failed some Bio tests lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the end of this quarter, there was a new Chemistry teacher named Mr Roy. he was teaching us for a not so long period. if i am not mistaken, he was teaching us for 1 week only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first quarter was about to end, and we got bunch of homework to do. well, at least we got something to do at home. the two weeks holiday went fast enough. as the time passed by, I did not realise that two weeks holiday was so short and I had not finished the homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 September 2009, the Second Quarter began&lt;br /&gt;there was a tall boy named Giri joining our class. it was so nice having a new classmate, because our class was really small and 5 is better than 4 hehe. the semestral exams were coming up and we were offered to take some IGCSE examinations. we were encouraged to take ESL, A Math, Chemistry and Biology. but it was all up to us what subject we want to take and what subjects we dont want to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so many interesting stuffs had happened in this quarter; but good and bad ones did happen. everyday brought a challenge that we needed to face; and everyday was a new page of the book of the life which we needed to write on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 January 2010, the Third Quarter began&lt;br /&gt;Della moved school to Global Jaya. she got to leave us because of some reasons. so 10R only had Joshua, Faisal, Giri and me left behind. this made me feel so upset, and actually some teachers were really worried about this. I appreciate the fact that you care. thank you. being the only girl in class is a great experience for me. everything seemed different, but they sometimes leave me out. gaahhhhh! hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Cindy had been too busy teaching the grades 9. then Ms Renny came as a hero, taking over 10R's Chemistry classes for the whole semester. I was quite shocked that Ms Cindy was not gonna teach us anymore, but then I found that Ms Renny's class was also fun and I enjoyed Chemistry classes with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some discussions with many people, Joshua, Faisal and I chose to take the four IGCSE subjects, and Giri chose to take ESL and A Math only. some time after that, we are offered to do IBDP instead of A level. this battle was lousy; 3 VS 1. as you knew, we are finally gonna do IBDP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business class&lt;br /&gt;there was a new teacher. another young guy with his blue glasses. I need to admit that Mr Nico is very diligent, but he might not be a good teacher. he seldom taught us seriously and he never gave us any tests apart from the semestral exam. however he had helped me a lot in other subjects, especially Bio. thank you Mr Cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 April 2010, the Fourth Quarter began&lt;br /&gt;time goes so fast, this had been the last term of this academic year. it took time to choose the IBDP subjects, but finally we four are going to be together in Indo A1 and English B classes. for the other classes, we are not gonna be completely together. this surprisingly makes me sad, for a reason which I also do not even know. ok forget about it. Ivan is gonna come back in middle May. it is good as he could encourage me more in the IGCSE exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 May 2010, our last normal lesson day&lt;br /&gt;time goes really really fast. I enjoy every single precious moment we had together. all the excitements and quarrels had helped us growing into maturity. you three would never know how much I love the jokes you made everyday. the ways we cheat our teachers sometimes make me laugh. I agree that Giri is the class' joker. however, now we will have IGCSE exams very soon. I hope that we could do our best and we could pass and everybody would get "A"s for every subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after all the exams, there would be less chance to meet each other. even with teachers. Ms Julie and Ms Annie are gonna quit. Mr Nico is gonna continue his study in SG. Ms Renny would probably be teaching in Primary School. Ms Cindy and Bu Sylvia would be teaching in Lower Secondary School. Bu Dossy would not be teaching Indo A1 IBDP. so we are all gonna be separated. I am gonna be missing everybody. the teachers teaching me next year might not be as lenient as the teachers teaching me this year. and my classmates next year might bring a different atmosphere with what my classmates now has brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna drop tears, but not in front of anybody else, because I got to stay cool ;D :P&lt;br /&gt;all the best for everybody!&lt;br /&gt;GBU~&lt;br /&gt;xoxo &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-4694681364900514197?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/4694681364900514197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-red-stb-acs-20092010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4694681364900514197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4694681364900514197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-red-stb-acs-20092010.html' title='10 Red, STB-ACS, 2009/2010'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-3072023728965591987</id><published>2010-05-03T00:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:18:38.163+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>RIGHT HERE WAITING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oceans apart&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;On the line&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;I see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;How can we stay forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted&lt;br /&gt;All the times&lt;br /&gt;That I thought would last somehow&lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter and I taste the tears&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;Oh can you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive&lt;br /&gt;This romance, but in the end if I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Instrumental Break]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be, I'll be right right here, oh waiting on youuuuuuuuu)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-3072023728965591987?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/3072023728965591987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/right-here-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3072023728965591987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3072023728965591987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/right-here-waiting.html' title='RIGHT HERE WAITING'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-6328525239172071034</id><published>2010-05-03T00:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:09:21.551+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>TAYLOR SWIFT - FIFTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors&lt;br /&gt;It's the morning of your very first day&lt;br /&gt;You say "Hi" to your friends you ain't seen in a while&lt;br /&gt;Try and stay out of everybody's way&lt;br /&gt;It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here&lt;br /&gt;For the next four years in this town&lt;br /&gt;Hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say&lt;br /&gt;"You know I haven't seen you around, before"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;And when you're fifteen&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like there nothing to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Well count to ten, take it in&lt;br /&gt;This is life before you know who you're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail&lt;br /&gt;And soon enough you're best friends&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool&lt;br /&gt;We'll be out of here as soon as we can&lt;br /&gt;And then you're on your very first date and hes got a car&lt;br /&gt;And you're feeling like flying&lt;br /&gt;And you're mommas waiting up and you think hes the one&lt;br /&gt;And you're dancing round your room when the night ends&lt;br /&gt;When the night ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;When you're fifteen and your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Makes your head spin round but&lt;br /&gt;In your life you'll do things greater than dating the boy of the football team&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know it at fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you wanted was to be wanted&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now&lt;br /&gt;Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday&lt;br /&gt;But I realized some bigger dreams of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy&lt;br /&gt;Who changed his mind and we both cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;And when you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fall&lt;br /&gt;Ive found that time can heal most anything&lt;br /&gt;And you just might find who you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know who I was supposed to be at fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la .. la la la la la .. La la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your very first day&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath girl&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath as you walk through those doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-6328525239172071034?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/6328525239172071034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/taylor-swift-fifteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/6328525239172071034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/6328525239172071034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/taylor-swift-fifteen.html' title='TAYLOR SWIFT - FIFTEEN'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-108596462316324108</id><published>2010-05-03T00:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:07:37.385+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>ALICIA KEYS - IF I AIN'T GOT YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;Define what's within&lt;br /&gt;And I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;But that life's a bore&lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain&lt;br /&gt;That promises forever young&lt;br /&gt;Some people need three dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;And that's the only way to prove you love them&lt;br /&gt;Hand me the world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And what good would it be&lt;br /&gt;With no one to share&lt;br /&gt;With no one who truly cares for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Outro:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;So nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-108596462316324108?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/108596462316324108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/alicia-keys-if-i-aint-got-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/108596462316324108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/108596462316324108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/alicia-keys-if-i-aint-got-you.html' title='ALICIA KEYS - IF I AIN&apos;T GOT YOU'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-4986204212944382953</id><published>2010-05-02T23:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:59:23.489+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>PARAMORE - TURN IT OFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I scraped my knees while I was praying&lt;br /&gt;And found a demon in my safest haven&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's getting harder to believe in anything&lt;br /&gt;Than just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what it'd be like&lt;br /&gt;To find perfection in the pride&lt;br /&gt;To see nothing in the light&lt;br /&gt;But turn it off in all my spite, in all my spite&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is, before it gets any better&lt;br /&gt;We're headed for a cliff&lt;br /&gt;Then in the free fall I will realize&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off when I hit the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy it seems I'm ending&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching everyone I looked up to break and bending&lt;br /&gt;We're taking shortcuts and false illusions&lt;br /&gt;Just to come out the hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can see behind the curtain&lt;br /&gt;The wheels are cranking turning&lt;br /&gt;It's all wrong the way we're working&lt;br /&gt;Towards a goal, that's nonexistent, it's nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;But we just keep believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is, before it gets any better&lt;br /&gt;We're headed for a cliff&lt;br /&gt;Then in the free fall I will realize&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off when I hit the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what it'd be like&lt;br /&gt;To find perfection in the pride&lt;br /&gt;To see nothing in the light&lt;br /&gt;But turn it off in all my spite, in all my spite&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn it off&lt;br /&gt;Just turn it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;Again, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is, before it gets any better&lt;br /&gt;We're headed for a cliff&lt;br /&gt;Then in the free fall I will realize&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off when I hit the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is, before it gets any better&lt;br /&gt;We're headed for a cliff&lt;br /&gt;Then in the free fall I will realize&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off when I hit the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-4986204212944382953?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/4986204212944382953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/paramore-turn-it-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4986204212944382953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4986204212944382953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/paramore-turn-it-off.html' title='PARAMORE - TURN IT OFF'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-6812201129237285736</id><published>2010-05-02T23:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:58:50.050+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>PARAMORE - IGNORANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;If I'm a bad person, you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'll make my own way&lt;br /&gt;It's a circle&lt;br /&gt;A mean cycle&lt;br /&gt;I can't excite you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Where's your gavel? Your jury?&lt;br /&gt;What's my offense this time?&lt;br /&gt;You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me&lt;br /&gt;Well sentence me to another life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear your sad songs&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;When you swear it's all my fault&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we're not the same (no)&lt;br /&gt;We're not the same (no)&lt;br /&gt;Oh we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the friends who stuck together&lt;br /&gt;We wrote our names in blood&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you can't accept that the change is good (hey)&lt;br /&gt;It's good (hey)&lt;br /&gt;It's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you treat me just like another stranger&lt;br /&gt;Well it's nice to meet you sir&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go&lt;br /&gt;I best be on my way out&lt;br /&gt;You treat me just like another stranger&lt;br /&gt;Well it's nice to meet you sir&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go&lt;br /&gt;I best be on my way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is your new best friend&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is your new best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best thing that could've happened&lt;br /&gt;Any longer and I wouldn't have made it&lt;br /&gt;It's not a war no, it's not a rapture&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a person but you can't take it&lt;br /&gt;The same tricks that, that once fooled me&lt;br /&gt;They won't get you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the same kid from your memory&lt;br /&gt;Well now I can fend for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear your sad songs&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;When you swear it's all my fault&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we're not the same (no)&lt;br /&gt;We're not the same (no)&lt;br /&gt;Oh we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we used to stick together&lt;br /&gt;We wrote our names in blood&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you can't accept that the change is good (hey)&lt;br /&gt;It's good (hey)&lt;br /&gt;It's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you treat me just like another stranger&lt;br /&gt;Well it's nice to meet you sir&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go&lt;br /&gt;I best be on my way out&lt;br /&gt;You treat me just like another stranger&lt;br /&gt;Well it's nice to meet you sir&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go&lt;br /&gt;I best be on my way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is your new best friend&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is your new best friend&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is your new best friend&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is your new best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you treat me just like another stranger&lt;br /&gt;Well it's nice to meet you sir&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go&lt;br /&gt;I best be on my way out&lt;br /&gt;You treat me just like another stranger&lt;br /&gt;Well it's nice to meet you sir&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go&lt;br /&gt;I best be on my way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-6812201129237285736?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/6812201129237285736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/paramore-ignorance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/6812201129237285736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/6812201129237285736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/paramore-ignorance.html' title='PARAMORE - IGNORANCE'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-3185930638448003518</id><published>2010-05-02T23:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:49:53.701+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>JAY SEAN FEAT. LIL WAYNE - DOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Baby are you down?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;[x5]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sky is fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;Down, down (oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the night to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Put on a show (show, show)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see how you lose control&lt;br /&gt;So leave it behind, cause we have a night to get away (away, away)&lt;br /&gt;So come on and fly with me&lt;br /&gt;As we make our great escape (escape, escape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby don't worry&lt;br /&gt;You are my only&lt;br /&gt;You won't be lonely&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sky is falling down&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my only&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry&lt;br /&gt;Baby are you down?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;[x5]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down&lt;br /&gt;Baby are you down?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;[x5]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sky is falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let it be&lt;br /&gt;Come on and bring your body next to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you away (ay)&lt;br /&gt;Turn this place into our private getaway&lt;br /&gt;So leave it behind, cause we have a night to get away (away, away)&lt;br /&gt;So come on and fly with me&lt;br /&gt;As we make our great escape&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Lil Wayne:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down like she's suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;She gets down all over me&lt;br /&gt;Down like her temperature&lt;br /&gt;Cause to me she's zero degrees&lt;br /&gt;She's cold, over freeze&lt;br /&gt;I got that girl from over seas&lt;br /&gt;Now she's my Miss America&lt;br /&gt;Now can i be her soldier, please?&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting for this girl on the battlefield of love&lt;br /&gt;Got me look like baby Cupid&lt;br /&gt;Sending arrows from above&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever leave the side of me&lt;br /&gt;And waiting definitely, not probably&lt;br /&gt;And honestly I'm down like that economy (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby don't worry&lt;br /&gt;You are my only&lt;br /&gt;You won't be lonely&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sky is falling down&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my only (oh)&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Baby are you down&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;[x5]&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(oh, the sky is falling down)&lt;br /&gt;Down, down (oh, down)&lt;br /&gt;Baby are you down&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;[x5]&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(oh, the sky is falling down)&lt;br /&gt;Down, down (oh, down)&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sky is falling down&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, the sky is falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-3185930638448003518?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/3185930638448003518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/jay-sean-feat-lil-wayne-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3185930638448003518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3185930638448003518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/jay-sean-feat-lil-wayne-down.html' title='JAY SEAN FEAT. LIL WAYNE - DOWN'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-7530230459190409868</id><published>2010-05-02T23:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:29:02.796+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>KELLY CLARKSON - BECAUSE OF YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did,&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;To never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-7530230459190409868?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/7530230459190409868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/kelly-clarkson-because-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/7530230459190409868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/7530230459190409868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/kelly-clarkson-because-of-you.html' title='KELLY CLARKSON - BECAUSE OF YOU'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-2667484381746224887</id><published>2010-05-02T23:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:23:40.795+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>AVRIL LAVIGNE - WHEN YOU'RE GONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-2667484381746224887?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2667484381746224887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/avril-lavigne-when-youre-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2667484381746224887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2667484381746224887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/avril-lavigne-when-youre-gone.html' title='AVRIL LAVIGNE - WHEN YOU&apos;RE GONE'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-7309484789473449543</id><published>2010-03-24T23:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:53:26.847+07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you are a boy, it might be a must for you to read this</title><content type='html'>&amp;gt; When a girl walks away from you - [Follow her]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she stares at your lips - [Kiss her]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she pushes you or hits you - [Grab her and don’t let go]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she starts cursing at you - [Kiss her and tell her you love  her]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she's quiet - [Ask her what’s wrong]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she ignores you - [Give her your attention]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she pulls away - [Pull her back]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When you see her at her worst - [Tell her she's beautiful]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When you see her start crying - [Just hold her and don’t say a  word]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When you see her walking - [Sneak up and hug her waist from behind]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she's scared - [Protect her]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she lays her head on your shoulder - [Tilt her head up and  kiss her]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she steals your favorite hat - [Let her keep it and sleep with  it for a night]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she teases you - [Tease her back and make her laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she doesn’t answer for a long time - [reassure her that  everything is okay]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she looks at you with doubt - [Back yourself up with the  TRUTH]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she say's that she likes you - [she really does more than you  could understand]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she grabs at your hands - [Hold hers and play with her  fingers]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she bumps into you - [bump into her back and make her laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she tells you a secret - [keep it safe and untold]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she looks at you in your eyes - [don’t look away until she  does]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; WHEN SHE MISSES YOU - [SHES HURTING INSIDE]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When you break her heart - [the pain NEVER really goes away]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she says its over - [she STILL wants you to be hers]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When she re-post this bulletin - [she wants you to read it]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - DON'T let her have the last word&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - NEVER call her hot! Pretty and beautiful is sooooo much better&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Say you love her more than she could ever love you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Argue that she is the best girl ever&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - When she says she's ok, don’t believe it, talk to her&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - When she says she's sorry, she truly means it&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Because 10 yrs later she'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Call her before you sleep and after you wake up&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Treat her like she's all that matters to you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Tease her and let her tease you back&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Stay up all night with her when she's sick&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if  you think its stupid&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Give her the world&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Let her wear your clothes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - When she's bored and sad, hang out with her&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Let her know she's important&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; - Kiss her in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say  is;"Who's ass am I kicking today baby?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-7309484789473449543?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/7309484789473449543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-are-boy-it-might-be-must-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/7309484789473449543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/7309484789473449543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-are-boy-it-might-be-must-for-you.html' title='if you are a boy, it might be a must for you to read this'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-5943192170380247020</id><published>2010-03-16T22:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:51:45.600+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Square 2 Digit Number: UP-DOWN Method</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Square a      2 Digit Number, for this example 37:      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look for the nearest 10 boundary        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;In this case up 3 from 37 to 40.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since you went UP 3 to 40 go DOWN 3 from 37 to 34.         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now mentally multiply 34x40        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The way I do it is 34x10=340;        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Double it mentally to 680        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Double it again mentally to 1360        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;This 1360 is the FIRST interim answer.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;37 is "3" away from the 10 boundary 40.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Square this "3" distance from 10 boundary.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;3x3=9 which is the SECOND interim answer.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Add the two interim answers to get the final  answer.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answer: 1360 + 9 = 1369 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With  practice this can easily be      done in your head.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-5943192170380247020?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/5943192170380247020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/03/square-2-digit-number-up-down-method.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/5943192170380247020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/5943192170380247020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/03/square-2-digit-number-up-down-method.html' title='Square 2 Digit Number: UP-DOWN Method'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-7957137628830921532</id><published>2010-03-16T22:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:50:20.713+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Square a 2 Digit Number Ending in 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;For this      example we will use 25      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the "tens" part of the number (the 2 and add  1)=3        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Multiply the original "tens" part of the number by  the new number        (2x3)        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the result (2x3=6) and put 25 behind it.  Result the answer        625.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try a few more 75 squared ... = 7x8=56 ... put 25  behind it is      5625.&lt;br /&gt;55 squared = 5x6=30 ... put 25 behind it ... is 3025.  Another easy      one! Practice it on paper first!      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-7957137628830921532?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/7957137628830921532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/03/square-2-digit-number-ending-in-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/7957137628830921532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/7957137628830921532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/03/square-2-digit-number-ending-in-5.html' title='Square a 2 Digit Number Ending in 5'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-2986983167591609577</id><published>2010-03-16T22:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:48:52.571+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>Finger Math: 9X Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;To multiply by 9,try      this:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Spread your two hands out and place them on a desk or  table in      front of you.&lt;br /&gt;(2) To multiply by 3, fold down the 3rd finger from  the      left. To multiply by 4, it would be the 4th finger and so on.&lt;br /&gt;(3)  the      answer is 27 ... READ it from the two fingers on the left of the  folded down      finger and the 7 fingers on the right of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This works for  anything      up to 9x10!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-2986983167591609577?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2986983167591609577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/03/finger-math-9x-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2986983167591609577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2986983167591609577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/03/finger-math-9x-rule.html' title='Finger Math: 9X Rule'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-2263192678264373586</id><published>2010-03-16T22:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:45:57.030+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>Multiplication up to 20x20</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;In      just FIVE minutes you should learn to quickly multiply up to 20x20  in your      head.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;With this trick, you will be able to multiply any two      numbers from 11 to 19 in your head quickly, without the use of a  calculator.     &lt;br /&gt;I will assume that you know your multiplication table reasonably  well up      to 10x10.      &lt;br /&gt;Try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take 15 x 13 for an example.       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always place the larger number of the two on top in your  mind.        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then draw the shape of Africa mentally so it covers the  15 and the 3        from the 13 below. Those covered numbers are all you need.        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First add 15 + 3 = 18        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add a zero behind it (multiply by 10) to get 180.        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Multiply the covered lower 3 x the single digit above it  the "5" (3x5=        15)        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add 180 + 15 = 195.       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;That is It! Wasn't that easy? Practice it on  paper      first!      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-2263192678264373586?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2263192678264373586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/03/multiplication-up-to-20x20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2263192678264373586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2263192678264373586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/03/multiplication-up-to-20x20.html' title='Multiplication up to 20x20'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-3057875759196679515</id><published>2010-02-27T00:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:10:39.481+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Know Yourself (Facebook)</title><content type='html'>Dear Desy Kristianti, below are your Personality Tests result:&lt;br /&gt;Who is  your true self: You are full of energy and confidence. You are  unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might  occasionally be calm and still, but never for long. &lt;br /&gt;Your view on  yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ  : You are down-to-earth&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ   :  People like you because you are so  straightforward&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ    : You are an efficient problem solver  because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a  decision that usually appeals to both parties&lt;br /&gt;The type of  girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking:&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ     : You are a true romantic&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ       : When you are in love&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ        : You will do anything&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ         : Everything to keep your love true&lt;br /&gt;Your  readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ         : You are ready to commit as soon as you  meet the right person&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ          : And you believe you will pretty much know  as soon as you might that person&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ           : You like to flirt&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ             : Behave seductively&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ              : The opposite sex finds this very  attractive&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ              : That's why you'll always have admirers  hanging off your arms&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ               : But how serious are you about choosing  someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education:&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                : Education is very important in life&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                  : You want to study hard&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                   : Learn as much as you can&lt;br /&gt;The right  job for you:&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/desy.kristianti?v=box_3#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e3e8b774396b14458781aa27fd7cb6e5&amp;amp;position=2&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                   : You have plenty of dream jobs but have  little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in  particular&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                    : You need to choose something&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                      : Go for it to be happy&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                       : Achieve success&lt;br /&gt;How do you view  success:&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/desy.kristianti?v=box_3#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e3e8b774396b14458781aa27fd7cb6e5&amp;amp;position=2&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                       :  You are confident that you will be  successful in your chosen career&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                        :  Nothing will stop you from trying&lt;br /&gt;What  are you most afraid of:&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/desy.kristianti?v=box_3#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e3e8b774396b14458781aa27fd7cb6e5&amp;amp;position=2&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                          : You are afraid of things that you cannot  control&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                          : Sometimes you show your anger to cover up  how you feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-3057875759196679515?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/3057875759196679515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/02/know-yourself-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3057875759196679515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3057875759196679515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/02/know-yourself-facebook.html' title='Know Yourself (Facebook)'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-3497196111972582152</id><published>2010-02-26T19:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:45:35.752+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>How To Install LOVE Version 4.0</title><content type='html'>Service Rep: Hello, you have reached the Heart Systems Software Company  help desk. How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I just received your latest program, LOVEv4.0...you know...the  freeware. I don't understand it. Can you tell me how to install it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: Sure thing ma'am. Do you have the installation disk and  instructions with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I do, but first can you tell me what the program does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: Sure thing ma'am. LOVE is a unique program, there is no  other like it in the world. LOVE attaches to your operating system and  runs silently in the background. You will never see LOVE on your monitor  or your toolbar, but you will notice it's effect on every application  you have. It makes the good programs run smoother and greatly restricts  and/or deletes the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Wow! That sounds great. How does LOVE make my machine run  smoother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: Well, good sound files, like COMPLIMENT.WAV,  ENCOURAGEMENT.WAV, and KINDWORD.WAV will play frequently. Also,  FORGIVENESS.EXE will be invoked everytime thre is an external violation,  including the ever-popular syntax errors. Also, all those aggravating  errors that say "unable to connect" will be avoided. LOVE allows for a  smooth connection with external devices, regardless of what country it  is manufactured in, the brand name, or the age of the model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: That's exactly what I need, my machine has been isolated for  too long. But, what about the bad programs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: Good question. LOVE searches your memory for programs like  HATE.COM, BITTERNESS.EXE, SELFISH.COM, and SPITE.EXE. These programs  can't be entirely deleted off your hard drive, but LOVE overpowers those  programs. LOVE stops their commands from being executed and runs it's  own instructions. You will no longer hear INSULT.WAV and you won't be  able to write with the fonts "BADWORDS12" or HARSHNESS10."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: That's a fantastic program you have. Are the upgrades free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: They sure are ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: How do I get the upgrades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: That's easy. Once you have LOVE installed and running, it  automatically copies a module, or a piece of itself, to every external  Harddrive, Email, and Remote Terminal (HEART) that it comes in contact  with. In turn, those external devices run whatever version of LOVE they  have and return a module to your HEART. You will be upgraded with each  and every module that you receive. But you have to remember, to receive  the upgrades you have to be running LOVE and you have to come into  contact with other computers while it is running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I can do that. I'm not very technical, but I think I am ready  to install now. What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: The first step is to open your HEART. Have you located your  HEART ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I have, but there are several programs running right now.  Is it okay to install while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: What programs are running ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Let me see...I have PASTHURT.EXE, LOWESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE,  and RESENTMENT.COM running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: No problem. LOVE will automatically erase PASTHURT.EXE from  your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory,  but it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually  overwrite LOWESTEEM.EXE with a module of it's own called HIGHESTEEM.EXE.  However, you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM.  Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed. Can you turn  those off ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke  FORGIVENESS.EXE. Do this as many times as necessary until GRUDGE.EXE and  RESENTMENT.COM have been completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, I'm done. LOVE has started installing itself  automatically. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: Yes it is. You should receive a message that says it will  reinstall for the life of your HEART. Do you see that message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I do. Is it completely installed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You  need to begin connecting to other HEART'S in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oops...I have an error message already. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: What does the message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: It says "ERROR 412 - PROGRAM WILL NOT RUN ON INTERNAL  COMPONENTS". What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: Don't worry ma'am, that's a common problem. It means that  the LOVE program is set up to run on external HEARTS but has not yet  been run on your HEART. It is one of those complicated programming  things. In non-technical terms it means you have to "LOVE" your own  machine before it can "LOVE" others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: So what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: Can you find the directory called "SELF-ACCEPTANCE"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: Excellent, you are getting good at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: You're welcome. Click on the following files and then copy  them to the "MYHEART" directory: FORGIVESELF.DOC, SELFESTEEM.TXT,  REALIZEWORTH.TXT, and GOODNESS.DOC. The system will overwrite any  conflicting files and begin patching any faulty programming. Also, you  need to delete SELFCRITIC.EXE from all directories, and then empty your  recycle bin afterwards to make sure it is completely gone and never  comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My HEART is filling up with really neat files.  SMILE.MPG is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that  WARMTH.COM, PEACE.EXE, and CONTENTMENT.COM are copying themselves all  over my HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: The LOVE is installed and running. You should be able to  handle it from here. One more thing before I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Rep: LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and it's various  module to everybody you meet. They will in turn share it with other  people and they will return some really neat modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I will. 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I used to sleep in the morning and wake up in the evening on hols. So, I slept at 5:40 AM also today. My alarm clock woke me up at 6:15 AM. I was really sleepy and tired. I would yawn all the day at school. Well, finally I took my uniforms; my shirt, my skirt, my jumper and....... OMG!!! Where was my tie??!!!!!!! I was panicked looking for my tie everywhere. I forgot where I put it last time. Finally, I just took a bath while thinking where I usually place my tie. After I took a bath, I saw my tie hanging on a clothes hanger -_-" I wonder how it walked or flew to the hanger. Never mind, I just wore it straightaway. Wasting time would just make me late. I saw a cup of Joe on the table. Umm, it has been so long time for me not to drink coffee. I really enjoyed it. Phew! I had to go. On the way, I was very sleepy and I wanted to sleep, but I could not. So I just looked around the road I was passing through. I do not go there unless I go to school. I really missed the environment. So alive! I was surprised seeing some unexpected changes. Things have been different since last month. On the way, I heard a kid said, "Dia anakku!" which means he/she is my child. What was happening? A kid had had a child already!? So crazy. I finally arrived at school. Entering STB, seeing the grass on the field made me feel a bit better. Not so sleepy, I meant. Bringing a big green bag containing Chemistry and Biology folders plus Bio textbook and workbook made me feel sick. I was like an athlete -_-" bringing many things. Well the first thing I did was going to the toilet, to the cafeteria seeing Nadya, Joshua and Faisal, and to the classroom seeing the class board that was scattered around. Hell! Something must have happened to the board! Well they repainted the classroom and moved everything, so it might be automatically scattered around. Okay, then I, actually all of us, went to the Chapel for VP Briefing. Some announcements made me disappointed because I got no new classmate :( I really hoped I got at least one new classmate but it did not come true. After the VP Briefing, there was like about 10 minutes homeroom time, telling that the timetable is still the old version but there is going to be a new one starting next week. YAY!! On the last timetable, we have PE on Tuesday so I do not need to worry much about it. I got PD in the first period, and fortunately I was not so sleepy yet :P lols. After PD I got 2 periods of Chemistry. I was not so surprised seeing Ms.Renny came into our class. Yeah I do miss Ms.Cindy, but I must get used to it. She is nice, Ms.Renny. And also funny :) fortunately :D hehe. Guess what, regarding IGCSE Chemistry, we had a test to decide whether we could take IGCSE Chemistry or not, because my class is not actually doing it. Same thing for Biology. I had the Chemistry Paper 3 test this morning. I did not study at all yesterday. I just read some papers 10 mins before the test started. It was surprisingly not hard, but I still needed more time to do. After that I just went for snack time, studying for the Biology test while eating. I did not study Biology at all yesterday. Cool! Today we did Biology Paper 1, the MCQ one, fortunately. It was somehow easy but tricky. I finished 20 mins before the time was out, but then 10 mins after that I changed some answers :P I was not so sure with my answers though, but I reckoned I could get more than 80% marks! I hoped so. Next, two Additional Mathematics periods. In class, Ms..Annie gave us some chocolates :D and suddenly Ms.Cindy came saying that there was a fire bell for several seconds and we must go downstairs, evacuating. OMG! I was confused because I, actually everybody in my class, did not hear any alarm. When we get out of the classroom, Mr.Geoffrey on the other side was shouting, "There was no fire bell! Just go back to your classes!" The world went crazy. What was happening!? The other students were just going downstairs, but Ms.Annie said we do not need to go down. We could only say, "Prevention is better than cure, Miss! let's just go down and save our lives!" LMAO! Finally we went downstairs together with Ms.Julie, and when we got there, everybody there said that we must go back to our class and there was no fire at all -___- WTH. It just spent our time. Well then the lesson started. And we are given homework, as usual D: uhhhhhh....... Then lunch time, I met Kurara and Nadya somehow differently. Well I do not really want to talk much about this. Then, I had two English periods. Well, I got a bad news. There will be a debate tomorrow, about the last topic we discussed. OMG, I hate this debate, the topic is unfamiliar, so I cannot talk much. I am, fortunately, the first speaker. The oral review is postponed. YAY!! The two reviews are also due Monday. I was so lucky because I have not finished writing the reviews yet :D it is hard, you know. I was extremely sleepy on the last period. I was like half sleeping, but fortunately I was not asleep. Otherwise I would lose my head(?) Yeah maybe. I do not know. After that, I really wanted to go home straightaway but I remembered I had to attend the Drama Club. I forget where is the place, so I just waited in the library until about 3:20 PM, when I finally met Arum Laoshi (Wait, is it Laoshi or Lao Shi or...??? Yeah anything that whatchamacallit is). I asked her and oh it was in the Dance room. It was kind of boring, being in that room, but I like it :)&lt;br /&gt;I like the mirrors, particularly. Finally I got there and found the room  locked D: gaaaah I hated it! I just waited on the 3rd floor for anybody  to come. Finally Calista, Tania and one other girl whose I do not know  the name came. Well a couple of minutes later I saw Arum Laoshi and Pak  Hakim going upstairs. WOOHOO!! It finally started. Wait, the room was  locked. So we waited for a security person, and the other members.  Eugene came lately. Well we finally started the CCA. It was not that fun  in the beginning, but I enjoyed it very much. We had to make our own  story for the play! A musical one! I like writing and I already got some  ideas. The other people came finally. We did some exercises and lots of  fun things! I like today very much. Another news, I would be having  some dialogues in WSS, instead of being the chorus+dancer only :) I was  excited! It might be challenging though. Well, some lines will not  disturb my "busy life". The drama would be very interesting. The story I  have been thinking about is interesting and fun. I will be very busy,  though, remembering that I would have to do IGCSE this year :( I hope I  will not be sick. Hey, I need a long sleep anyway. I only slept for 30  mins since yesterday, and I have been extremely sleepy now. I hope I can  get up early tomorrow. I love my first day back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-2073076306288690543?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2073076306288690543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-back-to-school-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2073076306288690543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2073076306288690543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-back-to-school-part-1.html' title='First day back to school'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-8911748694256918205</id><published>2010-01-02T03:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:18:41.458+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Nuansa Keju (inspired by the song Nuansa Bening)</title><content type='html'>Oh, tiada yang bisa menggugah selera&lt;br /&gt;Ketika ku lihat di supermarket&lt;br /&gt;Biasa saja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu aku ambil terasa sudah&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang menarik dari bungkusnya&lt;br /&gt;Terus mengganggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melihat wafer-wafer keju lain&lt;br /&gt;Yang wajar tapi tetap mengasyikkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini terasa sungguh&lt;br /&gt;Semakin aku makan&lt;br /&gt;Semakin terasa enak&lt;br /&gt;Akan kuhabiskan&lt;br /&gt;Wafer rasa keju&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam bungkusnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tiada kejutan rasanya gurih&lt;br /&gt;Pertama ku gigit ujung wafernya&lt;br /&gt;Biasa saja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa pencicipan berakhir sudah&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang menarik rasa kejumu&lt;br /&gt;Tak mau pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wafernya nuansa-nuansa keju&lt;br /&gt;Hamparan snack kusuka sekali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini terasa sungguh&lt;br /&gt;Semakin aku makan&lt;br /&gt;Semakin terasa enak&lt;br /&gt;Akan kuhabiskan&lt;br /&gt;Wafer rasa keju&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam bungkusnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memakan nuansa-nuansa keju&lt;br /&gt;Enaknya rasa wafernya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini terasa sungguh&lt;br /&gt;Semakin aku makan&lt;br /&gt;Semakin terasa enak&lt;br /&gt;Akan kuhabiskan&lt;br /&gt;Wafer rasa keju&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam bungkusnya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-8911748694256918205?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/8911748694256918205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/01/nuansa-keju-inspired-by-song-nuansa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/8911748694256918205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/8911748694256918205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2010/01/nuansa-keju-inspired-by-song-nuansa.html' title='Nuansa Keju (inspired by the song Nuansa Bening)'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-2752447015043856357</id><published>2009-12-28T03:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:36:07.554+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Ayam Goreng (inspired by the song Kucing Garong)</title><content type='html'>Kelakuan si ayam goreng&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dilihat rasanya pengen&lt;br /&gt;Langsung sikat langsung embat&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya enak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelakuan si ayam goreng&lt;br /&gt;Selalu menjadi sasaran&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ada pepesan&lt;br /&gt;Langsung dimakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu sifatnya pedagang&lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu jual ayam goreng&lt;br /&gt;Awas harus hati-hati&lt;br /&gt;Bila minta diskon enggak dikasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang jadi modal andalan&lt;br /&gt;Pedagang berikan harga jutaan&lt;br /&gt;Pabila tak kuat dompet&lt;br /&gt;Bisa-bisa jadi berantakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelakuan si ayam goreng&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dilihat rasanya pengen&lt;br /&gt;Langsung sikat langsung embat&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya enak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelakuan si ayam goreng&lt;br /&gt;Selalu menjadi sasaran&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ada pepesan&lt;br /&gt;Langsung dimakan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-2752447015043856357?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2752447015043856357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/ayam-goreng-inspired-by-song-kucing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2752447015043856357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2752447015043856357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/ayam-goreng-inspired-by-song-kucing.html' title='Ayam Goreng (inspired by the song Kucing Garong)'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-4570020020789442316</id><published>2009-12-05T23:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:18:12.744+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Harapan Bunda Open House</title><content type='html'>Well, I studied at TK and SD Harapan Bunda, Bekasi since 1997 until 2006. This school used to be a simple school. Now it has grown and SMP HarBun is exist. Today they held an Open House, in the new building, the bigger one. I was interested to come because my sister played a little drama in this even. I was also told that there would be a reunion after the Open House. So basicly I came around 10 AM although the event was started at 9 AM,  I ate an icecream *it's supposed to belong to my sister,but she gave it to me WOOHOO!*, I ate ugly meatballs *they tasted really bad!! I swear!!*, I ate sweet corn *I still remember how it smells now. I feel eating it now haha.* and I met my ex-classmates!! I met Inri and Titin.. Uhhh I really miss them! So long time no see.. I also met Charles and Aldo. They were slightly different, they were very tall haha but Stefan and Kenny are still taller than them I swear. Aryani was willing to come but she didn't come -_- she wanted me to pick her up, uhhh I regret I didn't pick her up. Landies and Agita did come, but they came in the afternoon! Well I went off at 12 already, because I was so bored, I was thinking of going to Bekasi Square to watch New Moon, but when we -mama, my sister and I- left HarBun, papa came and brought us to Raka Rayi to eat. I was excited! Haha I haven't been there for so long time. I miss their fried chicken and tahu. When we wanted to go back home, it was raining unexpectedly! Whoaaaaa and papa didn't allow us to go to BS.. 8( uhh.. So we went home and unfortunately I couldn't meet Landies and Agita. I really miss them! The last time I met them is about March I guess. It's on Pangudi Luhur's entrance test I believe. And it has been sooooo long time not seeing them.. Uh oh I particularly miss Muti. I haven't met her for 3.5 years.. 8( hiks.. My school mates now are very different. I couldn't find any of them that is like my SD friends.. Uhhh I really want to go back to when I was in SD.. I love my ex-classmates!!! 8'((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-4570020020789442316?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/4570020020789442316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/harapan-bunda-open-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4570020020789442316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4570020020789442316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/harapan-bunda-open-house.html' title='Harapan Bunda Open House'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-2324510132452560620</id><published>2009-12-05T21:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:08:09.531+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>English - The Oprah Winfrey Show, Jacqui Sabelido episode (2003) Review</title><content type='html'>The Oprah Winfrey Show&lt;br /&gt;Jacqui Sabelido Episode (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Desy Kristianti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★★★★☆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host : Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Guest : Jacqui Sabelido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty woman named Jacqui Sabelido was a very smart and diligent student. She used to live in South America, and she migrated to Texas for college. One day, a man was drink-driving. Inadvertently, he hit the car which Jacqui was in. She was heavily burnt. After that accident, she had a face like the back end of a bus. She was handicapped. No one wanted to pay his or her respects to her. Yet, she kept her chin up. She was confident behind her awful appearance. Her thought that every cloud has a silver lining made her forgave the man who hit her. Here was her inner beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic of this talk show is dramatic, spellbinding and stimulating. It reminded me that we cannot judge a book by its cover. We must be responsible for everything we do. Be optimistic, be confident in yourselves and always be grateful for everything God has given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, some picture could disturb children. Children might be terrified when they see Jacqui's appearance. I, myself, could not even sleep like a log at the night after I watched this talk show because Jacqui's face kept giving me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Oprah brought the show very well. The audiences were following the show, the studio's feature was complete, the video was interesting and the atmosphere of the studio was in tune with the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend adolescents and adults watch this episode. I particularly recommend this show to the handicapped and drinkers in order to encourage the handicapped to keep up their spirit and remind drinkers not to drive by their selves when they are drunk. For children, please do not watch this episode, because this is not an underage show, and some pictures could cause some bad effects to children. Do not watch this show if you have some mental illness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-2324510132452560620?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2324510132452560620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/english-oprah-winfrey-show-jacqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2324510132452560620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/2324510132452560620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/english-oprah-winfrey-show-jacqui.html' title='English - The Oprah Winfrey Show, Jacqui Sabelido episode (2003) Review'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-4954568601114750319</id><published>2009-12-02T23:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:54:41.589+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>SIND3NTOSCA - KEPOMPONG</title><content type='html'>dulu kita sahabat&lt;br /&gt;teman begitu hangat&lt;br /&gt;('-')   ('-')&lt;br /&gt; -I-     -I-&lt;br /&gt; /\      /\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengalahkan sinar mentari&lt;br /&gt; €OO€&lt;br /&gt;€OOO€&lt;br /&gt; €OO€&lt;br /&gt;\  \  \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dulu kita sahabat&lt;br /&gt;('-')  ('-') &lt;br /&gt;-I-    -I- &lt;br /&gt;/\    /\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berteman bagai ulat&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;(",)_)_)_)_)_)D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berharap jadi kupu-kupu&lt;br /&gt;.:?:.  , ,  .:?:.&lt;br /&gt;":??:.€.:??:"&lt;br /&gt;:??¥??:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini kita melangkah berjauh-jauhan&lt;br /&gt;('-')        ('-') &lt;br /&gt;-I-          -I- &lt;br /&gt;/\_______/\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau jauhi diriku karna sesuatu&lt;br /&gt;? ¿ ? ¿ ?&lt;br /&gt;?  ¿  ?  ¿  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin ku terlalu bertingkah kejauhan&lt;br /&gt;namun itu karna ku sayang&lt;br /&gt;.****..****.   &lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;'*****"&lt;br /&gt;"**"&lt;br /&gt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persahabatan bagai kepompong&lt;br /&gt;('")&lt;br /&gt;(  '  )&lt;br /&gt;( _)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengubah ulat &lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;(",)_)_)_)_)_)D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menjadi kupu-kupu&lt;br /&gt;.:?:.  , ,  .:?:.&lt;br /&gt;":??:.€.:??:"&lt;br /&gt;:??¥??:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persahabatan bagai kepompong&lt;br /&gt;('")&lt;br /&gt;(  '  )&lt;br /&gt;( _)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hal yang tak mudah&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berubah jadi indah&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persahabatan bagai kepompong&lt;br /&gt;('")&lt;br /&gt;(  '  )&lt;br /&gt;( _)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maklumi teman hadapi perbedaan&lt;br /&gt;('-')   ('-')&lt;br /&gt;-I-     -I-&lt;br /&gt;/\     /\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-4954568601114750319?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/4954568601114750319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/sind3ntosca-kepompong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4954568601114750319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/4954568601114750319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/sind3ntosca-kepompong.html' title='SIND3NTOSCA - KEPOMPONG'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-3666004558040311747</id><published>2009-12-02T00:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:32:04.211+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Chemistry - I'm sorry good bye</title><content type='html'>I heard the issue that Ms. Cindy Caroline, gr. 10R Chemistry teacher, will not be teaching 10R anymore in the next semester. I was very upset. Honestly, she is one of my favorite teachers. Well I love every teacher who teaches in my class, but then my most favorited teachers are Ms. Annie and Ms. Cindy.. They are different, I feel the chemistry along us (my class, Ms. Annie and Ms. Cindy). We share experiences, we have fun together, we cry together -well, this one is only an expression-, we come up with unique ideas... And now... Ms. Cindy is not going to teach my class anymore.. Another teacher -most probably a new teacher- will come and be our new 'Ms. Cindy'.. I dont think that the new teacher is  a boring or bad guy or whatever, but I just miss the existence of my Ms. Cindy.. Same thing when Mr. Roy came teaching us. The way he teaches is different. I cant understand the lessons. Im afraid if it happens again with the new teacher. I am really upset. There are only 8 more days with her, and after that, we will have our long holiday and start the first day of semester 2 with a new teacher! Good bye Ms. Cindy! We♥u!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-3666004558040311747?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/3666004558040311747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/chemistry-im-sorry-good-bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3666004558040311747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3666004558040311747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/chemistry-im-sorry-good-bye.html' title='Chemistry - I&apos;m sorry good bye'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-6104316104228165377</id><published>2009-12-01T19:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:27:27.926+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>CCA - Secondary Drama!!!</title><content type='html'>today I got the new CCA activities list for the next semester.as usual,I will not choose sports CCA because I am extremely bad in sports.the non-sport CCAs are only drama,microbot and private piano.where is the choir?ah maybe Pak Alex is too busy,so choir CCA is not available anymore.well I will not take private piano CCA because I dont want to take private CCA.the microbot one is really interesting,but its only for grades 7 and 8.ah Im disappointed..so my only choice is SECONDARY DRAMA!!and unpredictably,Ibu Capri wants everyone in 10R to join this CCA.and the most unpredictable fact is that Ibu Arum and PAK HAKIM will be teaching this CCA!!!yeaaaaaayy!!!wait,actually Im not so sure yet whether it is Pak Nino Hakim or another Pak Hakim,but I know that Pak Hakim just had an interview with Ibu Capri couple weeks ago.so I predict it is Pak Nino Hakim.woohoo!!!fantastic!!the CCA is on Wednesdays at 3-5 PM,starting 6 Jan '10.Im excited to go to this CCA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-6104316104228165377?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/6104316104228165377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/cca-secondary-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/6104316104228165377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/6104316104228165377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/cca-secondary-drama.html' title='CCA - Secondary Drama!!!'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-3157846113823720061</id><published>2009-12-01T19:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:09:44.599+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>PE - CRUNCHY CRUNCHES</title><content type='html'>well today I had PE lesson.first we had running test.as usual, I was the slowest runner.I did it for abt 12s.after that we did crunches and push ups.basicly I cant do crunches although I always do crunches -failed crunches- when warming up.I can do push ups better.but I think Im not lucky today as I fail my crunches -I did 0 crunch- and I only did 24 push ups.for push ups,I really could do more but I just had difficulties as my knees were moving.they couldnt stay there.I kept moving to the back and finally I missed twice,so I failed and only get 24 ones.oh my God,I am really bad in PE.I have no favorite sport,I have no talent in sport,and I even have no interest in sport.well I always try to do my best.I have the interest to try but then its really useless,I fail everything.oh maaan...how come I cant do anything about sport..?everyone does like sport.everyone is good in PE.but me?I even cant swim wtf.what is my best?gymnastics maybe.I can do SKJ (Senam Kesehatan Jasmani - Body's Health's Gymnastics) &lt;u&gt;quite&lt;/u&gt; well as I dance and move my parts of body.guess what,I used to hate dances.modern dance,particularly.but now I suddenly love it.dancing,moving my parts of body..doing new things is really interesting.I♥dancing!!well lets back to laptop.I really need experts to help me,teach me how to do crunches.I think I could have some problems with my bones or something so that I cant do crunches,but I dont hope so.I must put more effort in,maybe I must practice more on holiday.every Monday maybe.ah I really hope I can do much better in PE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-3157846113823720061?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/3157846113823720061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/pe-crunchy-crunches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3157846113823720061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3157846113823720061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/12/pe-crunchy-crunches.html' title='PE - CRUNCHY CRUNCHES'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-1804761597200888832</id><published>2009-11-30T21:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:26:16.436+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>OST. SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS</title><content type='html'>Who lives in a pineapple under the sea&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;br /&gt;Absorbent and yellow and porous is he&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;br /&gt;If nautical nonsense be something you wish&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;br /&gt;Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-1804761597200888832?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/1804761597200888832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/ost-spongebob-squarepants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1804761597200888832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1804761597200888832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/ost-spongebob-squarepants.html' title='OST. SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-3621843597827454312</id><published>2009-11-30T21:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:24:52.241+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>OST. KERA SAKTI</title><content type='html'>Seekor kera terpuruk terpenjara dalam gua&lt;br /&gt;Di gunung tinggi sunyi tempat hukuman para dewa&lt;br /&gt;Bertindak sesuka hati loncat ke sana kesini&lt;br /&gt;Hiraukan semua masalah di muka bumi ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan sehelai bulu dan rambut dari tubuhnya&lt;br /&gt;Dia brubah, menerpa, menerjang segala apa yang ada&lt;br /&gt;Walau halangan rintangan semakin panjang membentang&lt;br /&gt;Tak jadi masalah dan tak kan jadi beban pikiran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkelana setiap hari demi mendapat kitab suci&lt;br /&gt;Dengan dukungan dari gurunya temukan jati diri&lt;br /&gt;Semua kan dihadapi dengan gagah berani&lt;br /&gt;Walau aral rintangan setiap saat datang tuk menguji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;Kera sakti&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah berhenti bertindak sesuka hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kera Sakti&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi pengawal mencari kitab Suci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kera Sakti&lt;br /&gt;Liar, Nakal, brutal, membuat semua orang menjadi gempar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kera Sakti&lt;br /&gt;Hanya hukuman yang dapat menghentikannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau halangan rintangan membentang&lt;br /&gt;Tak jadi masalah dan tak jadi beban pikiran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha... ha....&lt;br /&gt;Sun Go Kong is in the house&lt;br /&gt;Sun Go Kong is in the house&lt;br /&gt;Sun Go Kong is in the house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-3621843597827454312?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/3621843597827454312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/ost-kera-sakti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3621843597827454312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/3621843597827454312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/ost-kera-sakti.html' title='OST. KERA SAKTI'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-7948234321582031363</id><published>2009-11-30T21:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:22:43.248+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>DANIEL BEDINGFIELD - IF YOU'RE NOT THE ONE</title><content type='html'>If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're here with me now&lt;br /&gt;We’ll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;br /&gt;We’ll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;br /&gt;And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with&lt;br /&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can’t be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I could stay in your arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-7948234321582031363?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-5483261913454737138</id><published>2009-11-30T21:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:21:26.254+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>AIR SUPPLY - ALL OUT OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>I'm lying alone with my head on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you till it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I know you hurt too but what else can we do&lt;br /&gt;Tormented and torn apart&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could carry your smile and my heart&lt;br /&gt;For times when my life feels so low&lt;br /&gt;It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring&lt;br /&gt;When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I 'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I know you were right believing for so long&lt;br /&gt;I 'm all out of love, what am I without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come back and carry me home&lt;br /&gt;Away from this long lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too&lt;br /&gt;Does the feeling seem oh so right&lt;br /&gt;And what would you say if I called on you now&lt;br /&gt;And said that I can't hold on&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way, it gets harder each day&lt;br /&gt;Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I 'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I know you were right believing for so long&lt;br /&gt;I 'm all out of love, what am I without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: 3x]&lt;br /&gt;I 'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I know you were right believing for so long&lt;br /&gt;I 'm all out of love, what am I without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-5483261913454737138?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/5483261913454737138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/air-supply-all-out-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/5483261913454737138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/5483261913454737138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/air-supply-all-out-of-love.html' title='AIR SUPPLY - ALL OUT OF LOVE'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-8477017525642943418</id><published>2009-11-30T21:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:19:57.489+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>SIMPLE PLAN - WELCOME TO MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna runaway?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;No one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-8477017525642943418?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/8477017525642943418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-plan-welcome-to-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/8477017525642943418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/8477017525642943418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-plan-welcome-to-my-life.html' title='SIMPLE PLAN - WELCOME TO MY LIFE'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-6375734643841947364</id><published>2009-11-30T21:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:17:25.920+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>SAHABAT</title><content type='html'>REFF:&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat slalu&lt;br /&gt;Ada untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat slalu&lt;br /&gt;Temani dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat slalu&lt;br /&gt;Hidupkan smangatmu&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat slalu&lt;br /&gt;Ada dalam suka dan duka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahabatmu kan disampingmu&lt;br /&gt;Di saat kau butuhkan dia&lt;br /&gt;Sahabatmu kan temani&lt;br /&gt;Hidupmu yang tak brarti tanpanya&lt;br /&gt;Sahabatmu kan mendukung&lt;br /&gt;Hal yang terbaik bagimu&lt;br /&gt;Sahabatmu kan setia&lt;br /&gt;Walau kau khianati dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau kita berdua miliki perbedaan&lt;br /&gt;Walau kita berdua dapatkan cobaan&lt;br /&gt;Namun sahabat sejati takkan pernah mati&lt;br /&gt;Namun sahabat sejati takkan pernah berpisah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[composed 15 July 2009]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-6375734643841947364?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/6375734643841947364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/sahabat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/6375734643841947364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/6375734643841947364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/sahabat.html' title='SAHABAT'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-171414515905131212</id><published>2009-11-30T21:11:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:14:04.066+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>SENDIRI</title><content type='html'>Aku disini&lt;br /&gt;Sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada yang menemani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulihat bulan&lt;br /&gt;Terang benderang&lt;br /&gt;Ditemani bintang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurasakan&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku berbeda&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak punya apa apa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan ku sendiri di sini&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak punya sesuatu&lt;br /&gt;Yang bisa buatmu&lt;br /&gt;Mencintaiku&lt;br /&gt;Menyayangiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku merenung&lt;br /&gt;Membayangkan&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang sedang kau pikirkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai saja&lt;br /&gt;Aku&lt;br /&gt;Bisa berubah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi&lt;br /&gt;Yang terbaik untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFF:&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan ku sendiri di sini&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak punya sesuatu&lt;br /&gt;Yang bisa buatmu&lt;br /&gt;Mencintaiku&lt;br /&gt;Menyayangiku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu hal yang kupunya&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak akan pernah bisa musnah&lt;br /&gt;Seumur hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Rasa cintaku&lt;br /&gt;Pada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya&lt;br /&gt;Sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(intro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[composed 15 July 2009]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-171414515905131212?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/171414515905131212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/171414515905131212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/171414515905131212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='SENDIRI'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-55555047725187285</id><published>2009-11-29T20:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:20:02.013+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>source: http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx</title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-55555047725187285?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/55555047725187285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/source-httpwwwquizboxcompersonalitytest_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/55555047725187285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/55555047725187285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/source-httpwwwquizboxcompersonalitytest_29.html' title='source: http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-1426295621667141270</id><published>2009-11-29T20:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:18:25.875+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>source: http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx</title><content type='html'>1. You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;2. You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;3. You are a bright, cheerful and bubbly person. You are thoughtful and considerate, and like to have fun. Everybody feels comfortable around you because of your pleasant nature. When you walk into a room, people's eyes are likely to be drawn to you because of your charm.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right?&lt;br /&gt;5. Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-1426295621667141270?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/1426295621667141270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/source-httpwwwquizboxcompersonalitytest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1426295621667141270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1426295621667141270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/source-httpwwwquizboxcompersonalitytest.html' title='source: http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-1110985511322843843</id><published>2009-11-29T18:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:51:42.870+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>contact me</title><content type='html'>Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/desy.kristianti&lt;br /&gt;Desy Kristianti&lt;br /&gt;desy_boogie@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter?&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/desympsons&lt;br /&gt;Desy Kristianti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo Messenger?&lt;br /&gt;desy_boogie@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;[I have another private YM ID.ask me for this.just for friends]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN?&lt;br /&gt;ririst.desy@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email Address?&lt;br /&gt;[private.ask me for this.just for friends]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone Number?&lt;br /&gt;[private.ask me for this.just for friends]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-1110985511322843843?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/1110985511322843843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/contact-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1110985511322843843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1110985511322843843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/contact-me.html' title='contact me'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756652687376018301.post-1424060950611427678</id><published>2009-11-29T18:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:46:15.600+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Numerical Divination</title><content type='html'>My birth name number (shows the characteristics I was born with and that will underlie my personality throughout my life)=1&lt;br /&gt;If the digits corresponding to your name add up to one, you are probably a dominant kind of person, a leader. 'Ones' are pioneers, inventors, designers - but they often put their plans into practice with little regard for the way they will affect those most directly involved. They tend to dominate everyone they meet, rarely have close friends and are sometimes, despite their confident appearance, very lonely people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vowels number (my heart number which shows my inner character)= 9&lt;br /&gt;Nine stands for the height of intellectual and spiritual achievement. People whose number is nine are idealists, the romantics, the visionaries - poets, missionaries, doctors, religious teachers, brilliant scientists. Their great qualities are unselfishness, self-dicipline and determination and their idealism is concerned with mankind as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My consonants number (my personality number which indicates my outward personality or the impression I make on the people around you)= 1&lt;br /&gt;[same explanation with above]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6756652687376018301-1424060950611427678?l=desy-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/feeds/1424060950611427678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/numerical-divination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1424060950611427678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756652687376018301/posts/default/1424060950611427678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desy-k.blogspot.com/2009/11/numerical-divination.html' title='Numerical Divination'/><author><name>dessskris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481747940680338203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7H_E0a9SM/TvlcGe8ytZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I0e2SO1xSSc/s220/Ice%2BCreams.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
