<?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-3498549692953182597</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:59:30.140+07:00</updated><category term='Experiences'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='Soundtrack of My Life'/><category term='Madness'/><category term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Music, Milk, Yellow.</title><subtitle type='html'>Some things in this life
are just destined to stick
with us since the day we
were born until the day
we die. For me... I think
music, milk, and yellow 
are the top 3 that have
been accompanying me
through all of these
years. So, this blog
will be the witness
to watch what goes
on in my life...
 what will be
"just another history",
and what will be
"something to hold on
to forever",
even who will be
"the ones that I will
spend the rest of
my life with"...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498549692953182597.post-4504246445712563272</id><published>2010-11-06T12:04:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:57:01.647+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Love: A Brain Damage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Saya punya seorang teman yang saya kenal ketika saya baru saja masuk ke bangku SMA. Ketika itu, tahun 2004 tepatnya, saya berhasil masuk ke sebuah sekolah khusus perempuan yang menyandang gelar salah satu sekolah favorit di wilayah Jakarta Selatan. Teman saya ini adalah lulusan terbaik dari SMP-nya, dan ia memiliki pribadi yang ramah dan menyenangkan sehingga semua teman, dari yang setingkat sampai para senior, tidak bisa tidak menyukainya. Selama setahun saya sekelas dengannya, saya cukup dekat dengannya. Kami sesekali berbagi kisah pribadi, serta melakukan hal-hal gila bersama, salah satunya adalah &lt;i style=""&gt;ngamen&lt;/i&gt; di kawasan Pondok Indah untuk menggalang dana bagi acara ekstrakurikuler yang kami ikuti bersama!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Di akhir tahun ajaran, teman saya ini meraih ranking teratas di kelas saya. Sayang, setelah itu saya harus pindah keluar kota sehingga pertemanan kami pun hanya berlanjut via SMS, Facebook, dan kini juga Twitter. Sampai saat ini saya belum pernah bertemu muka lagi dengannya. Walau begitu, dia tetap termasuk salah satu teman yang saya idolakan, apalagi setelah saya tahu bahwa di balik kecerdasannya dalam bidang akademis, ia juga punya bakat dan selera &lt;i style=""&gt;fashion&lt;/i&gt; yang sangat baik, dan diam-diam bercita-cita menjadi seorang &lt;i style=""&gt;fashion designer&lt;/i&gt; sekalipun ia kuliah di bidang akuntansi di sebuah perguruan tinggi yang sangat terkenal dengan seleksi masuknya yang super ketat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Sampai beberapa hari yang lalu, kami bertukar alamat YM dan ia pun mengontak saya untuk bercerita tentang pria yang sedang disukainya saat ini. Saya kaget ketika ia bercerita bahwa sudah beberapa waktu ini ia menangis setiap hari, karena merasa bahwa pria yang disukainya tidak memberikan respon yang positif padanya. Ketika saya tanyakan tentang awal mula hubungan mereka, saya bertambah kaget ketika mengetahui bahwa ia baru sekali kopi darat dengan pria tersebut dan sebetulnya juga baru-baru ini saja berkenalan lewat Twitter dan mengobrol lewat YM. Wow! Saya sungguh tidak menyangka bahwa perempuan se-&lt;i style=""&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; dia pun bisa dibutakan dan, &lt;i style=""&gt;well&lt;/i&gt;, dibuat konyol, oleh yang disebut cinta. Namun, sebentar, apa dia memang sungguh-sungguh jatuh cinta? Benarkah yang dirasakan oleh teman saya ini adalah CINTA?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Setelah saya telaah lebih lanjut, teman saya ini ternyata sudah lama sekali tidak menjalin hubungan dengan lelaki. Terakhir kali adalah ketika dia masih duduk di bangku SMP! Dia merasa bahwa di umurnya yang ke-21 sekarang ini, ia sudah terlalu tua untuk menjadi &lt;i style=""&gt;single&lt;/i&gt; (yang sebenarnya agak menohok saya sih, karena saya sendiri juga &lt;i style=""&gt;single&lt;/i&gt; :p)! Ia sangat merindukan sosok pria untuk dicintai dan mencintainya. Ia bahkan berkata terang-terangan pada saya bahwa ia merasa kesepian, &lt;i style=""&gt;desperate&lt;/i&gt;, dan ‘butuh punya pacar’! Sekali lagi, wow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Sebagai teman, saya memang tidak bisa berbuat banyak. Saya hanya menyarankan agar dia tidak terlalu terburu-buru dalam melakukan pendekatan dengan lelaki tersebut, karena takutnya lelaki itu justru akan merasa risih dan takut melihat wanita yang terlalu agresif! Selain itu, saya juga meyakinkan teman saya bahwa 21 tahun adalah umur yang masih saaaaaaaangat muda untuk mulai mencari pacar, apalagi suami.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Sebenarnya ini bukan pertama kalinya saya terheran-heran melihat perubahan drastis yang bisa terjadi pada seseorang diakibatkan hal yang diduga bernama cinta. Beberapa tahun sebelum ini, saya juga sempat menjadi tempat curahan perasaan seorang teman yang sudah saya kenal sejak kami berdua masuk SD! Dari kelas 1 SD sampai kelas 1 SMA, saya belajar di sekolah yang sama dengan dia. Bahkan, waktu SMP, kami pernah sama-sama tergabung dalam sebuah geng (pada zaman itu, kalau tidak termasuk dalam geng manapun di sekolah, berarti kamu adalah orang yang sangat-keterlaluan-tidak-gaulnya). Teman saya ini adalah orang paling pintar yang pernah saya temui seumur hidup saya, bahkan sampai saat ini mungkin. Dia langganan juara kelas dan juara umum semasa sekolah, dan pada masa kuliahnya ia juga pernah dikirim ke luar negeri sebagai perwakilan universitasnya untuk mengikuti olimpiade internasional. Lucunya, saya dan dia memang baru merasa dekat dan lebih benar-benar mengenal ‘dalam-dalamnya’ saat kami terpisah kota. Saat itu, kami sering sekali bertukar cerita lewat e-mail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Dari cerita-ceritanya, saya justru baru tahu siapa teman lelaki yang disukainya semasa sekolah... siapa yang pernah mematahkan hatinya... apa yang menjadi alasan putusnya hubungannya dengan pacarnya di waktu SMP... dan sebagainya. Kemudian, ia juga bercerita bahwa saat itu dia tengah dekat dengan seorang seniornya di kampus. Pada akhirnya mereka memang menjalin hubungan, tapi saat ini sudah putus. Teman saya pun bercerita bahwa ia sempat merasa sangat &lt;i style=""&gt;down&lt;/i&gt;, seakan-akan tidak punya tujuan hidup. Dia merasa tidak ada yang tulus mencintainya. Dia merasa teman-temannya di kampus mau berkawan dengannya hanya karena otaknya yang encer. Intinya, dia merasakan banyak sekali depresi yang selama ini saya pikir tidak akan mampir di kehidupan perempuan sejenius dan setangguh dia. Apakah sayanya saja yang terlalu &lt;i style=""&gt;overestimate&lt;/i&gt; orang-orang ya? Eh, tapi kan lebih baik daripada &lt;i style=""&gt;underestimate&lt;/i&gt;? Setuju tidak? Tidak ya? Hehe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Lalu, ada lagi satu teman kuliah saya yang pernah berada dalam sebuah &lt;i style=""&gt;relationship&lt;/i&gt; yang sangat &lt;i style=""&gt;damaging&lt;/i&gt; (mungkin hampir mirip &lt;i style=""&gt;relationship&lt;/i&gt; Rihanna dan Chris Brown... ingat kan? Bedanya, pacar teman saya sama sekali tidak ganteng seperti Chris Brown, tapi berhasil meluluhkan hati teman saya yang tidak kalah cantik dengan Rihanna itu :p). Jadi, teman saya ini ternyata selain selalu dikasari secara verbal dan fisik, diporoti uangnya, juga diduakan oleh lelaki ini. Saya dulu sangat heran mengapa teman saya bertahan dengan laki-laki ini, padahal dia bisa dengan mudahnya mendapatkan lelaki lain kalau ia mau, secara ia cantik dan pintar. Rupanya, lelaki itu sangat manipulatif. Dengan caranya sendiri, ia bisa membuat teman saya merasa bahwa tidak akan ada lelaki lain yang mau dengannya kecuali dirinya. Ia membuat teman saya merasa bahwa ialah yang membutuhkan lelaki itu, bukan sebaliknya! Astaga... Namun, beruntung akhirnya hubungan mereka yang tidak sehat itu selesai sudah, dan kini teman saya juga sudah berpacaran lagi dengan lelaki yang lebih beres...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Saya sendiri semasa sekolah adalah anak yang, kalau dideskripsikan, cukup 3B. Bukan &lt;i style=""&gt;Brain, Beautiful, and Behavior&lt;/i&gt; ya... tapi &lt;i style=""&gt;Bold, Brave, and Bitchy&lt;/i&gt;! Saya anak yang aktif, percaya diri, dan walau tidak sepintar kedua teman yang saya ceritakan tadi, saya tidak pernah tidak masuk dalam 10 besar tanpa harus berusaha mati-matian belajar keras. Yang paling diingat oleh teman-teman saya adalah bagaimana saya dulu sering bersikap sadis pada laki-laki. Saya orang yang gampang sekali bosan dan berpindah hati saat itu. Saya juga tidak segan-segan menyakiti perasaan laki-laki yang menyukai saya kalau saya memang tidak suka dengannya. Teman-teman dekat saya pasti masih ingat betapa saya berkoar-koar bahwa saya tidak akan pernah mau menikah ataupun punya anak suatu hari nanti, karena menurut saya, &lt;i style=""&gt;love is bullshit&lt;/i&gt;! Apalagi &lt;i style=""&gt;marriage&lt;/i&gt;! Mereka hanya geleng-geleng kepala saat itu, tidak berkomentar apa-apa. Ibu saya juga tahu perkataan saya tersebut, tapi dia hanya berkata bahwa semua akan ada waktunya. Hmm, oke.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Sampai suatu ketika, saya merasakan, untuk pertama kalinya, jatuh cinta yang benar-benar dalam dan membutakan, di tahun terakhir saya di SMA. Saya kelimpungan saat itu, apalagi saya pernah bertekad tidak mau pacaran sampai lulus SMA. Akhirnya, saya melanggar janji itu sendiri dengan menjalin hubungan spesial dengan laki-laki ‘beruntung’ ini, haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Namun, ternyata saya kena batunya. Setelah bertahun-tahun memiliki prinsip itu, serta sering kali mengejek teman-teman saya yang patah hati karena laki-laki, akhirnya saya merasakan giliran saya. Karma, mungkin. Saya ternyata hanya ditipu oleh laki-laki ini. Bodohnya, saya masih saja terus melanjutkan hubungan yang tidak jelas itu sampai sekitar dua tahun, &lt;i style=""&gt;on and off and on and off and on&lt;/i&gt;... Begitu terus sampai akhirnya saya muak sendiri dan memutuskan untuk benar-benar mengakhirinya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Persepsi saya terhadap cinta memang makin rusak, tapi paling tidak saya mengakui bahwa saya telah salah selama ini, menyepelekan perasaan sedih teman-teman saya yang telah lebih dulu mengalami peristiwa patah hati seperti itu. Namun, walaupun saya bilang makin rusak, bukan berarti saya tidak bisa jatuh cinta lagi. Secara, seperti yang sudah saya bilang sebelumnya, saya cukup mudah berpindah hati, walau dalam menyukai seseorang, saya tetap punya standar-standar tertentu dong :p&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Mungkin kalau dipikir-pikir, sejauh ini, sampai di umur saya yang ke-21 tahun ini, saya sudah pernah merasakan tiga kali jatuh cinta yang sungguhan. Yang lainnya, istilahnya ‘numpang lewat’ atau sekedar naksir lah ya... Tiga pria yang saya jatuh cintai ini tipenya berbeda-beda. Hmm, tapi mungkin tidak perlu dibahas siapa mereka dan seperti apa mereka di sini. Yang pasti, ketiganya memiliki kelebihan-kelebihan luar biasa yang memukauku, serta juga kekurangan-kekurangan yang pada akhirnya membuatku il-&lt;i style=""&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i style=""&gt;Well&lt;/i&gt;, aku pun pasti seperti itu di mata ketiganya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Saya bersyukur pernah bertemu dengan ketiga lelaki itu (dan, oke, beberapa lelaki lain yang walau cuma numpang lewat tapi lumayan memberi kontribusi :p). Dari mereka saya belajar banyak hal yang tidak bisa saya sebut satu per satu di sini. Segala bentuk cinta yang pernah saya terima dari mereka membuat saya mengerti bahwa cinta itu memang bisa terasa sangat indah. Semua sakit hati yang mereka berikan juga membuat saya semakin kuat, bisa menerima bahwa manusia tidak sempurna, dan sekaligus juga lebih mengenal diri saya sendiri: apa yang saya suka, apa yang saya cari, apa yang saya butuhkan dari sosok lelaki. Mungkin, setelah ini pun, saya masih akan mengalami cinta dan patah hati yang lain. &lt;i style=""&gt;Who knows, right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Yang ingin saya sampaikan dari tulisan saya ini, terlebih pada para perempuan, adalah agar tidak mudah putus asa ketika mengalami kegagalan cinta! Memang, sungguh mengherankan ya, bagaimana laki-laki bisa membuat perempuan (&lt;i style=""&gt;even&lt;/i&gt; yang sangat cantik, pintar, dan &lt;i style=""&gt;strong-willed&lt;/i&gt;) jatuh pada perasaan-perasaan kelam yang sangat merusak jika dibiarkan berlarut-larut? Saya tidak bisa seenaknya bilang pada para wanita untuk tidak terbawa perasaan begitu saja, karena memang sebenarnya perasaanlah yang menjadi kekuatan seorang wanita! Sering dengar kan, ada yang bilang kalau perasaan wanita itu lebih lembut sekaligus lebih kuat dibandingkan perasaan lelaki yang cenderung lebih pakai logika?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Namun, &lt;i style=""&gt;ladies&lt;/i&gt;, perlu diingat bahwa kita, para wanita, juga punya logika lho (walau Agnes Monica bilang, “Cinta ini kadang-kadang tak ada logika”). Coba ibaratkan sedang belajar matematika. Dalam menyelesaikan soal matematika, rumus tidak bisa kalau hanya cuma dihafal, tapi harus dimengerti. Sekali kamu mengerti, logikamu akan semakin berkembang. Jadi, ketika soalnya dibolak-balik ‘sejelimet’ mungkin, kamu tetap bisa berpikir keras untuk mencari jalan keluarnya. Sama dengan hubungan cinta. Istilahnya, tidak bisa kalau hanya sekali latihan. Kamu harus ditempa dengan berbagai permasalahan terlebih dulu, baru kamu bisa memperkuat logika kamu dan menyeimbangkannya dengan perasaan dalam hati kamu. Bukannya saya bilang kamu harus latihan dengan banyak lelaki lho (siapa tahu kamu tipe yang kelewat setia sampai satu lelaki saja tidak habis-habis kamu eksplorasi :p)! Tapi, kalau mau dengan banyak lelaki juga tidak apa-apa (kalau saya sih sepertinya pilih yang ini :D)! Yang penting, jangan pernah terlalu lama meratapi nilai ulangan yang merah (putus cinta)! Kamu harus bisa mencari tahu di mana kesalahanmu supaya di ulangan (hubungan) berikutnya, kamu tidak melakukan kesalahan yang sama... tapi kesalahan yang lain! Hehe... Percaya deh, kamu lebih baik melakukan semua jenis kesalahan yang ada selagi muda, daripada terburu-buru dengan satu pilihan (yang kamu sendiri tidak benar-benar yakin...) dan melakukan kesalahan saat sudah tua! Aduh, udah nggak cocok, jeng! :p&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Nah, sekarang kalau kamu tanya pada saya, “Jadi, lebih penting logika atau perasaan?” atau “Otak atau hati?”, Saya akan jawab, “Lebih penting otak.” Mengapa demikian? Karena bagi saya, otaklah yang mengontrol hati. Otaklah yang mengontrol perasaan di hati kita (yang letaknya saja abstrak, hehe :p). Gampangnya begini, bayangkan kalau kamu kecelakaan, lalu mengalami amnesia. Semua memori di otakmu hilang! Otomatis, semua perasaanmu terhadap orang-orang yang (sebelumnya) kamu kenal juga hilang kan? Bandingkan dengan misalnya kamu tiba-tiba il-feel terhadap sesuatu. Belum tentu memori hal itu akan langsung hilang dari otak hanya karena kita sudah tidak punya perasaan khusus terhadapnya kan? Hmm, apakah penjelasan saya bisa diterima? &lt;i style=""&gt;Feel free to give comments for this, okay?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;So... don’t take this life too hard and too seriously while you are young! Even when you grow older, please just stay young at heart, and at brain! Cause young spirits are innocent, curious, playful, strong, creative, and HAPPY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span  lang="IN" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498549692953182597-4504246445712563272?l=mishajohanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4504246445712563272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-brain-damage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/4504246445712563272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/4504246445712563272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-brain-damage.html' title='Love: A Brain Damage?'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498549692953182597.post-6063248051916707239</id><published>2010-04-13T21:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:48:43.688+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundtrack of My Life'/><title type='text'>I Miss You, Uz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This song goes to you... you who I cannot touch, reach, hug, and kiss anymore... but who I can still love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"My Immortal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;By: Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; And if you have to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I wish that you would just leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; 'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; And it won't leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; This pain is just too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; But you still have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; All of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; You used to captivate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; By your resonating light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Your face it haunts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; My once pleasant dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Your voice it chased away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; All the sanity in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; This pain is just too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; But though you're still with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; I've been alone all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Why can't I get you off of my head?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I always do.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hear this song, I remember you.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;The day I lost you, I knew that my life would never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger, yet weaker at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happier, yet sadder all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed to have you in my life, yet burdened by the fact that you're one of the most important parts in it.&lt;br /&gt;I was loved by you, yet I was hurt... and still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I tried to forgive you, I got upset.&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I tried to hate you, inside I bled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow,&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever replace you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you, Uz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498549692953182597-6063248051916707239?l=mishajohanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6063248051916707239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-you-uz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/6063248051916707239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/6063248051916707239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-you-uz.html' title='I Miss You, Uz.'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498549692953182597.post-1943359035484138778</id><published>2010-03-24T15:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:13:18.504+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>I'm Yellow But I Can Be Mellow :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Something funny just happened to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Suddenly I love slow and oh-so-mellow songs, especially the ones about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Here I list my top 4 current favorite love songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;1. Officially Missing You - Tamia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;2. Selfish - *NSYNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;3. Take It From Here - Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;4. After The Love Has Gone - Earth, Wind, &amp;amp; Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess it all started from my own project for one my university subjects called Metode Penelitian Kualitatif. My lecturer suggested me to do some research about how nightclub music influences the emotion of young people's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;If you pay attention carefully, you will find some special characteristics for young people who go to the nightclubs frequently. Generally, they're emotionally unstable and they don't have that much tolerance when facing diversities in their society. They tend to get involved with social conflicts and stand out to be rebels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;There's a presumption that those characteristics might be caused by the fact that they enjoy too much of loud music which is often played in nightclubs. Physically, loud music can cause headaches and the increasing of bloodstream and heartbeats. And this probably will be followed by some emotional outbursts. So, the objective of my research would be whether the nightclub music influences the young people emotionally and psychologically or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Somehow, I started the research by testing my own self. I know that I love all those upbeat and whooping songs, hehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;So, does my unstable emotion come from my interest of listening to those kind of music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;There's only one way to find out about that: trying on some slow songs for myself in a couple of days and see if I feel any difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;So, these last two days I've been trying to stay away from some crap music (which, funnily, is my taste, haha...) and keep listening to some romantic slow love songs (especially those four songs I mentioned above!). Plus... I've been staying away from people who have negative aura (you know, those kind of people who like to look down on you and make you feel stupid or upset :p). And well, I guess somehow it worked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm feeling a little bit more peaceful and calmed down now (suddenly I also feel like listening to Innocence by Avril Lavigne!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"This innocence is brilliant... I hope that it will stay... This moment is perfect... Please don't go away... I need you now... And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Geez, music is truly my true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498549692953182597-1943359035484138778?l=mishajohanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1943359035484138778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-yellow-but-i-can-be-mellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/1943359035484138778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/1943359035484138778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-yellow-but-i-can-be-mellow.html' title='I&apos;m Yellow But I Can Be Mellow :)'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498549692953182597.post-4663623941641326070</id><published>2010-02-28T15:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:54:24.304+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madness'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Right now, there are too many things in my mind. I wanna write about them all, but I can't choose which one I wanna write first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Let me just write down some random words that are colliding inside my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;define.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;virginity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;greed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;scholarship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;junior high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;cassette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;hazel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;vulnerability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;cheat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;belonging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;possessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498549692953182597-4663623941641326070?l=mishajohanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4663623941641326070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/4663623941641326070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/4663623941641326070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498549692953182597.post-243982418451629118</id><published>2010-02-24T22:46:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:50:21.374+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Me: Talking About Marriage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For some reasons, marriage has never been my dream, or my goal of life, all over this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I used to say that I would never want to get married and have children, and most of my friends were a bit shocked to hear that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I can understand. I mean, it's not normal for a girl in my society to think of marriage that way. Well, I'm always an exception, eh? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now, it is still not my dream, though I can't deny that I've been thinking about it too recently, since now I've found someone I love to be in a serious relationship with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, though it's not my dream, I'm always happy to see other people getting married, especially when I know they're both truly in love with each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I even once dreamed to be a wedding organizer, because I thought it would be fun to plan a perfect wedding party for many kinds of couples, as we all know that each couple would have their own unique interests about how to celebrate their special day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So, although there is a normal international standard for wedding party (like white gowns, black tuxedos, etc), I believe different couple would have different 'personal touch' that would appear in their parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway (again :p), I'd like to share something that has successfully made me feel so happy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I got an invitation from a friend of mine in my university (Chandra Novan, but we all call him Sukun!). I was surprised to see the invitation, because it was written there that he's getting married to his girlfriend (Maria Adriana Dewinta, or just call her Chichi) - who is also my classmate in university - this next Sunday, February 28!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Habis ngeliat undangan itu, gwe merasa seakan-akan mood gwe mendadak naik sampai ke titik puncak, dan gwe langsung memandang temen-temen di sekeliling kelas dan melempar senyum - yang sepertinya lebih kelihatan seperti seringai super lebar - ke arah Sukun yang duduk di pojok kanan belakang kelas (gwe tadi duduk di depan lho, hohoho...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Temen-temen yang duduk di deket gwe ngerasa heran ngeliat perubahan raut wajah gwe itu. Ditambah lagi, setelah itu gwe langsung heboh membicarakan di mana dan kapan misa dan resepsi pernikahan itu akan dilangsungkan... belum lagi ribut masalah baju apa yang mau dipakai, dan dengan siapa kami akan pergi ke sana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Salah satu dari temen-temen gwe bilang gini ke gwe, "Kok lu jadi kelihatan lebih seneng daripada yang mau nikah sih?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So I laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I mean, YES, I was feeling EXTREMELY HAPPY for them! And well, yeah, I'm a bit drama queen, so that's why I felt like I needed to show what I feel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Setelah euphoria itu selesai (dan setelah kelas Psikologi Eksperimen pagi itu juga selesai), suddenly my other friend asked me this silly little question, "Kapan nyusul, Mis?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kontan setelah itu, beberapa teman lainpun menanyakan hal yang sama, "Iya, Mis! Kapan nyusul lo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I laughed again, and I said, "10 tahun lagi! Lo pada masih inget sama gwe nggak besok tuh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Then they laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One of them asked me again, "Kok lu seneng banget sih, Mis?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I answered, "Ya gwe seneng aja, karena gwe selalu berpikir bahwa gwe nggak akan pernah married. Jadi kalo ada temen yang nikah, gwe bakalan seneng banget. Apalagi gwe emang udah lama banget nungguin ada temen yang mau nikah, karena bakalan seru banget dateng ke pesta nikahan temen bareng temen-temen yang lain!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yeah, that's what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm truly happy for Sukun &amp;amp; Chichi and I really wish them a great life in the future, as they will be starting a 'new life' on this upcoming Sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And if you're also wondering, "How about you, Misha? When will be your turn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I guess I can't answer that question right away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I still need time, so much time, to think about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cause the only thing that people cannot rush from me is my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They can rush every other thing of me, but not the deepest part of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Okay, I'm getting a bit too cheesy and mellow here! Sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I still have a loooooong way to go!!! But if that day ever comes to me, I want it to be the happiest day of the entire of my life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498549692953182597-243982418451629118?l=mishajohanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/243982418451629118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-talking-about-marriage.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/243982418451629118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/243982418451629118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-talking-about-marriage.html' title='Me: Talking About Marriage!'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498549692953182597.post-7958753749265950212</id><published>2010-02-07T20:06:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:56:33.634+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayers'/><title type='text'>The Sadness, The Source, The Sickness, The Struggle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;First of all, I want to apologize if I seem to never value everything that You have given to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I never meant to be like that, but if You don't mind, I just want to share a little something with You right now, right here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lately, I've been feeling sad, and sometimes a bit down... even sometimes, ANGRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I have tried to find the sources of my sadness and anger, and I think (maybe) I have found them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Most of them came from my own, the rest were from some people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I tried to talk it out with my mom, my besties, my boyfriend, even my pillow (ouch)... and You know I have tried to talk it out with You, every night in my lazy prayers (and oh, when was the last time I went to church? Jesus, have mercy on me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;About 3 days ago, I opened my old journal and found my friends' writings there, giving me some good (and silly) advices for me so I could be a better person (I asked them to). All this time, I have tried to do some of their advices (like, not to be too careless and ignorant, and not to be too rebellious ~ yeah, it all started with 'DO NOT... bla bla bla', haha...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But the problem is, now that I found myself doing what they told me to, I started to feel uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong! I know that they had good intentions by telling those things to me, but I just never thought that being a little more caring could affect me badly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;When I tried to care more about the people around me, that's when they just would disappoint me. Well, then they said, I should just care and I shouldn't expect anything in return (wow, like it's an easy thing anyway!). I tried to be cool, but hey, I guess I just couldn't lie to my feelings. When I said I was disappointed, it means that I WAS disappointed. I just can't help being disappointed all the time, oh I know, it's because I am just way too selfish. RIGHT? I expected too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So what the hell am I going to do now? Should I go back to who I was, the girl who never care about anything else but herself? Or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Okay. Done with all my feelings of disappointment. Now I'm gonna talk about something which is more important. Far more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;God, I am sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;In a literal meaning, and I know You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Or, at least, I have the symptoms of those sicknesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh yes, there are more than one sickness that I feel like I'm having right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And I can't deny, they have been bothering me since years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;What scares me the most is the fact that I know about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But thank You, it's also what calms me down, because by knowing about them, maybe I'll be able to help myself, or maybe ask for help, before it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I found some articles from the Internet and hopefully they might come in handy everytime I need them. I also got some inputs from others which I might consider too. Even a friend told me to visit a professional to do something about my problems. But, well, maybe later... I'll stay away from professional strangers as far as I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh God, I believe that You're more professional than anyone in this world. So just stay with me until I can make it through, will You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Amen.&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/3498549692953182597-7958753749265950212?l=mishajohanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7958753749265950212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/02/sadness-source-sickness-struggle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/7958753749265950212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/7958753749265950212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/02/sadness-source-sickness-struggle.html' title='The Sadness, The Source, The Sickness, The Struggle...'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498549692953182597.post-6734669149537304943</id><published>2010-01-26T21:17:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:59:47.916+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundtrack of My Life'/><title type='text'>Do You Believe That Dreams Can Come True?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hey, aren't you tired of reading bad-and-sad things-and-thoughts all over people's blogs? Now check this one out! I'm trying to write something optimistic here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Breakaway"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;by: Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Grew up in a small town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And when the rain would fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I'd just stare out my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Dreaming of what could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And if I'd end up happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I would pray (I would pray)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Trying hard to reach out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; But when I tried to speak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Felt like no one could hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Wanted to belong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; But something felt so wrong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; So I prayed I could break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And I'll make a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; But I won't forget all the ones that I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I'll take a risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Wanna feel the warm breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Sleep under a palm tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Feel the rush of the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Get onboard a fast train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Travel on a jet plane, far away (I will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Buildings with a hundred floors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Swinging around revolving doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Gotta keep moving on, moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Fly away, breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I'll spread my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And I'll learn how to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I gotta take a risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; But I won't forget the place I come from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I gotta take a risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;This beautiful and inspiring song is actually written by no one else but Avril Lavigne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Setiap kali ndengerin lagu ini, gwe seperti selalu diingetin kembali bahwa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;DREAMS CAN COME TRUE IF YOU HAVE FAITH IN THEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Kebiasaan gwe adalah menulis hal-hal yang gwe pengenin di jurnal gwe, dan biasanya, sedikit demi sedikit, impian-impian itu bakal jadi kenyataan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Cause you know what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Segala sesuatu di pikiran kita yang divisualisasikan (dalam hal ini, ditulis di atas selembar kertas) itu punya energi yang lebih besar lho daripada cuma disimpen di dalem kepala... dan energi itu akan dipakai oleh alam untuk kemudian merealisasikan keinginan-keinginan kita itu! Hmm, terkesan sok tau? Bodo! Emang gitu kok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;At least, for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Gwe udah mengalami cukup banyak hal dalam hidup gwe yang bikin gwe merasa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;, putus asa, bahkan ampe pengen ngilang aja dari bumi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Putus cinta? Sudah pasti pernah, hahaha!&lt;/span&gt; Dari mulai cinta bertepuk sebelah tangan, cinta terlarang, dijadiin selingkuhan, dibohongin, dimanfaatin, ditusuk dari belakang, ditinggal pergi... aih aih... itu sih biasa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;! Namanya juga masih muda! Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;But what makes my life different from the others is the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have experienced some experiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yang nggak semua orang di dunia ini bisa ikut ngerasain.&lt;/span&gt; Hmm... nggak perlu diceritain secara detail lah ya masalahnya kayak apa, yang pasti sih masalah-masalah keluarga... yang oh-sungguh-pelik-dan-memalukan-sekali, dan sukses membuat seorang Misha Johanna merasa terhantam dan terbanting ke bumi (lah, emang selama ini di mana? :p) dan sempet berpikir bahwa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;life was not worth the living anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;... hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Gwe yang dulunya (mungkin) seorang sanguinis-koleris, bisa berubah jadi sanguinis-melankolis gara-gara berbagai masalah itu. Hoho, hebat banget kan? Ternyata ada juga orang-orang yang menghancurkan hati gwe sekaligus mengubah kepribadian gwe!!! Wkwkwkwk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Gwe dulu adalah tipe remaja yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;bold and loud, and I would never ever let anyone bring me down because I had too much pride and too high confidence in me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, I never thought that there would be somebody who can break me and tear me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tapi... ternyata gwe nggak sekuat yang gwe kira, cuy! Ternyata, gwe juga bisa 'patah', huhuhu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;And the ones who hurt me badly were they who I never EVER thought would and could hurt me! Freaky, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Asli, gwe bener-bener nggak nyangka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt; when that "shit" happened to me! Honestly, after that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lost many dreams I used to have when I was younger... But then, I realized that God actually had a better, a VERY MUCH better, plan for me... for my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I was sent to a small town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;(hmm, mulai dikait-kaitin sama lirik lagu di atas neh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;to find some new people... and luckily, I got myself some true friends that I'm still keeping until now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Somewhere along the way, I also met some more people who, in the end, hurt me and left me too. But I swear, they were nothing compared to the loved ones that I have right now! They were just lessons that I've learned, while for me, my loved ones are like precious diamonds I would want to keep until the end of time!!! They taught me how to slowly make peace with my past and keep moving forward to be the better 'me'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Gwe ngerasa kayak perjalanan hidup gwe ini begitu indahnya terjalin, di mana dari satu orang, gwe akan ketemu orang lain, dan setelah itu ketemu orang lain lagi... yang mana semuanya meninggalkan jejak tersendiri di hati gwe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like, I wouldn't be here with the people I love now if I never met the people in my past! &lt;/span&gt;So it makes me believe that everything must have happened for a reason (or two, or more :p). And the most amazing thing is that, one by one, I found people who could get me up from my pain and sorrow, make me believe that I mean a lot to them, and even remind me about my dreams and convince me to go and get them all!!! They're there to help me find my way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, thank You, God, for sending me such wonderful people in my life... &lt;/span&gt;With them (yes, WITH THEM), I would love to strive for my future so we would all have better life TOGETHER! Dan seperti lirik lagu di atas, "I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly, I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky... and I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway... Out of the darkness and into the sun, but I won't forget all the ones that I love... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway...!"&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/3498549692953182597-6734669149537304943?l=mishajohanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6734669149537304943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-believe-that-dreams-can-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/6734669149537304943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/6734669149537304943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-believe-that-dreams-can-come.html' title='Do You Believe That Dreams Can Come True?'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498549692953182597.post-4169429867472401945</id><published>2010-01-21T01:34:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:00:45.272+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundtrack of My Life'/><title type='text'>Together? Whatever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;This song keeps playing around in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Together"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Something just isn't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I can feel it inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; The truth isn't far behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; You can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When I turn the lights out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Reality overcomes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I'm living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When I'm alone I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Feel so much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And when I'm around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I don't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; It doesn't feel right at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Together we've built a wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Holding hands we'll fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Hands we'll fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; This has gone on so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I realize that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Something good to rely on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Something for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When I'm alone I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Feel so much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And when I'm around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I don't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; My heart is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I'm lying here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; My thoughts are choking on you my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; On you my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; On you my dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When I'm alone I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Feel so much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And when I'm around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I don't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When I'm around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When I'm around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I don't feel together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I don't feel together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When I'm around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When I'm around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I don't feel together, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I don't feel together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Have you ever felt something like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;When you're actually with someone, but it's only silence that's filling the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;You know something is wrong, but no one is willing to put up the white flag and break the ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Do I miss you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Maybe I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But I don't want to be the one who starts the conversation between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It was you who started this silent war, now it's you who's got to stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I know, that both of us think that we are the winners...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;When actually... we are both losers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And I don't know how long we will keep this fake togetherness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;They said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love requires patience&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Huh. I don't think so. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It requires stupidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;You can only keep on loving someone who's not even worth your love when you let yourself being stupid, not being patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498549692953182597-4169429867472401945?l=mishajohanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4169429867472401945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/together-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/4169429867472401945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/4169429867472401945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/together-whatever.html' title='Together? Whatever...'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498549692953182597.post-4434473567487043512</id><published>2010-01-19T17:33:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:02:03.111+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>A Lively Loner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Have you ever felt so together but so lonely inside your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Or have you ever felt so alone but so secure without a guard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It might sound weird, I know, but somehow it happens a lot of times to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I've been through moments when I was surrounded by -maybe- the craziest people ever, joking around... being funny... dancing like freaks... Yeah, I was there, smiling widely and laughing loudly and even dancing wildly as if I was enjoying the pleasure of having myself in a group of happy people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But was my heart smiling and laughing and dancing as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They never knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I could have been feeling down and out that time, but I tried my best to put on some joyous face and pretended like I was pleased, so everyone would think that I was alright, or even drunk sometimes! You know, it's called 'acting', anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, I did not do a good job in my acting so that someone -usually who's close to me, or just a really sensitive person- would notice that there was something wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I also wondered if there was somebody else in the crowd feeling exactly the same thing... but then, of course, I would never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's when I was so together with many, but couldn't find myself belonging to any...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;On the other hand, I've also been through moments when there was only me and myself, no one else involved. Or, at least, no one was close enough to get into my 'private area'. But surprisingly, most of the times, I felt peaceful. I found my inner self when I was alone. The one who was, is, and will always be with me all my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Friends called me a party-animal, the life of the party, the uproarious clown, spunky woman, a tomboy who never cries... anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They just never met my inner self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The best feelings come when I am being a loner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Weird, eh? But that's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just like my experience today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I took a bus all the way back from my office, and then stopped at the nearest bus station from my house, then continued walking myself home. It just felt so great not to have anyone bothering my thoughts. Not that I never liked it when someone accompanied me... but there was a different sensation of making it alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, I know that nobody can save me or rescue me when I am alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But I know that nobody can hurt me or harm me when I am alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's when I was so alone and unknown, but the innocence filled my zone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;As I grew older -and hopefully wiser- each and every day, I learned more and more about my self. I have realized that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I am a sanguine-melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;, which is a very strange combination because sanguine is, in fact, the opposite of melancholy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's not so easy to have both of them all at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lots of times, my mood feels like a very bumpy rollercoaster. It can go all the way up to the highest sky... and then fall off all the way down to the lowest ground...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sanguine&lt;/span&gt;, I looove to be in the spotlight and entertain everyone with my charm! I love it when they all love to watch me perform and then give me compliments that will satisfy my fucking ears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melancholy&lt;/span&gt;, I may not need friends to make me feel good. Or, many times, I prefer to have someone who's thoughtful that would sit beside me without saying anything for a while... or for hours. Just the sense of a silent company already gratifies me. Moreover, if the person is able to know my feelings without me having to mention them one by one... and just letting me stay there, close and intimate... and not taking me for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The old Rose from the Titanic movie once said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I cannot agree more...&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/3498549692953182597-4434473567487043512?l=mishajohanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4434473567487043512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/lively-loner.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/4434473567487043512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/4434473567487043512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/lively-loner.html' title='A Lively Loner'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498549692953182597.post-1250112029323069630</id><published>2010-01-19T01:50:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:08:11.078+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Haram, Haram...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, I just read this from someone's blog (http://bocahiseng.blogspot.com/2010/01/rebonding-foto-pre-wedding-pengojek.html):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ponpes Putri Jatim Haramkan Rebonding, Foto Pre Wedding &amp;amp; Pengojek Wanita&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rambut Anda keriting dan kini berubah jadi lurus karena rebonding di salon? Atau Anda dan calon pasangan asyik berfoto ria guna keperluan kartu undangan perkawinan (pre wedding)? Di mata Forum Musyawarah Pondok Pesantren Putri (FMP3) se-Jawa Timur, semua kegiatan itu masuk kategori haram.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FMP3 baru saja mengakhiri kegiatan bahtsul masail pada Kamis (14/1/2010) malam bertempat di Ponpes Lirboyo, Kediri, Jatim. Kegiatan ini merupakan yang ke-12 dan digelar bertepatan dengan menjelang perayaan 1 abad Pondok Pesantren Lirboyo. Kegiatan ini diikuti 248 perwakilan dari 46 pondok pesantren putri se-Jawa Timur.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hasilnya, 6 rumusan haram dihasilkan pada sejumlah permasalahan yang mengemuka di tengah masyarakat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Komisi A yang dipimpin Ustadz Muhammad Tohari Muslim membuat rumusan haram untuk pekerjaan ojek untuk seorang wanita. Hal ini dilatarbelakangi pada pemikiran sulitnya menghindar dari kemungkinan terjadinya perbuatan maksiat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Menjadi tukang ojek bagi wanita tidak diperbolehkan karena sulitnya menghindar dari hal-hal yang diharamkan seperti tasyabbuh dan hal-hal yang menimbulkan fitnah," ungkap Tohari, dalam release yang diterima detiksurabaya.com pada Jumat (15/1/2010).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Naik ojek juga diharamkan bagi wanita untuk bepergian ke tempat ziarah, pasar dan majelis ta'lim. Rumusan ini dibuat dengan catatan apabila penggunaan jasa ojek oleh wanita dibarengi dengan ha-hal yang bisa mengakibatkan kemaksiatan, antara lain bersentuhan kulit, menampakkan aurat dan berduaan dengan pengendara ojek di tempat yang sangat sepi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Komisi B yang dipimpin Ustadz Daru Azka, menyimpulkan rumusan haram pada kaitan penampilan, khususnya rambut. Rebonding bagi wanita single dinyatakan haram, karena dianggap dapat mengundang terjadinya maksiat. Gaya rambut rasta, punk dan pengecatan dengan menggunakan warna merah dan kuning juga dinyatakan haram.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Pewarnaan pada zaman Kanjeng Nabi sangat disarankan karena untuk membedakan mana Muslimin dan mana Yahudi. Tapi sekarang kami melihat sudah terjadi pergeseran tujuan, sehingga pewarnaan bisa menimbulkan pemikiran orang nakal bagi setiap orang melakukannya," papar Darul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sedangkan pada Komisi C, rumusan haram dibuat untuk 2 hal, yaitu peran sebagai orang Nasrani untuk aktris Muslimah dan pembuatan foto pre wedding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Untuk peran aktris Muslimah sebagai orang Nasrani diharamkan dengan catatan, hal tersebut dilakukan dengan maksud dan tujuan nyata menistakan agamanya, yang ditunjukkan melalui ucapan dan perbuatan yang mendukung, antara lain menghina Nabi Muhammad SAW dan menginjak-injak kitab suci Al Qur'an.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Aktris memang dituntut maksimal dalam berperan, sehingga sulit membedakan mana yang dilakukan dengan tujuan penistaan jelas dan mana yang tidak. Untuk membedakannya jelas dengan menggunakan niat yang mendasari peran si aktris, karena dia sendiri yang mengetahuinya," ujar perumus Komisi C, Ustad Mudha'imulloh Azza.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sementara, untuk pembuatan foto pre wedding diharamkan juga untuk 2 hal, yaitu bagi pasangan mempelai dan fotografer yang melakukannya. Untuk mempelai diharamkan apabila dalam pembuatan foto dilakukan dengan dibarengi adanya ikhtilat (percampuran laki-laki dan perempuan), khalwat (berduaan) dan kasyful aurat (membuka aurat). Sementara pekerjaan fotografer pre wedding juga diharamkan karena dianggap menunjukkan sikap rela dengan kemaksiatan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Terpisah, juru bicara bahtsul masa'il FMP3 se-Jawa Timur, Muhammad Nabiel Haroen, menegaskan setiap rumusan yang dihasilkan bersifat tidak mengikat. Penerapannya dikembalikan ke masyarakat, dengan tanggung jawab juga ditanggung masing-masing pribadi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Intinya kami membuat rumusan untuk saran, bukan fatwa. Yang mempercayai kami anjurkan menjalankannya, bagi yang tidak sebisa mungkin bisa memahaminya dan bersaha menjalankannya,"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pungkas Nabiel.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(.http://www.detiknews.com/read/2010/01 /15/133419/1279223/10/ponpes-putri-jatim-haramkan-rebonding- foto-pre-wedding-pengojek-wanita)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh... wow, gwe cuma berharap kalau hal-hal ini kagak ikut diharamkan juga deh...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Pengeritingan rambut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Rambut dicat hijau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Foto pre-school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Naik p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;esawat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Naik kereta ekonomi! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hahahahahahahaha...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498549692953182597-1250112029323069630?l=mishajohanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1250112029323069630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/haram-haram.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/1250112029323069630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/1250112029323069630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/haram-haram.html' title='Haram, Haram...'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498549692953182597.post-7205634130083468232</id><published>2010-01-18T23:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:03:57.828+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>There's Always First Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hell yeah, and this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my first time writing my own blog&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Well, I used to have one, but I guess Friendster blog doesn't count, eh? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;But I can't deny it used to be the best place to express any feelings that I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My feelings when I had to move to another school in another town for the first time... when I had to deal with a very big family problem for the first time... when I had my heart broken for the first time... until when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I was finally able to move on and fall in love again with another guy for the first time after my first broken heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Sounds cheesy, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But that was my life anyway, haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And it IS true that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; there is always first time for everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Tomorrow, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm going back to work FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS YEAR!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Honestly, I shouldn't be writing blog at the moment, cause I need to prepare some stuff for teaching a foreign marine soldier (err... b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;etter not say 'sailor' cause it would just remind me about Sailor Moon, and that would sound too girly :p) at 1 PM tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And, oh, it's actually already past midnight, so I can't call it tomorrow anymore, anyway. It is TODAY! January 19, 2010! I have to be ready 12 hours from now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Well then, I guess I'm gonna leave this blog for a little while and come back after I get everything done tomorrow, eh, I mean today =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498549692953182597-7205634130083468232?l=mishajohanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7205634130083468232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-always-first-time-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/7205634130083468232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498549692953182597/posts/default/7205634130083468232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishajohanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-always-first-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s Always First Time For Everything'/><author><name>Misha Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14009228581758661733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fhOFy1xX8M/S1Scc0DXuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/08wiKeqwpcM/S220/Foto0130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
