<?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-3147985301528941442</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:37:15.372+07:00</updated><category term='Beauty'/><category term='My Thoughts'/><category term='Wish'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Henna'/><category term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Farah Amalia's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>Deepest Life and Thoughts of Me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-6522034215449687223</id><published>2012-02-16T17:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T19:30:58.734+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>Review: Viva Milk Cleanser &amp; Astringent Cucumber</title><content type='html'>Hello guys!&lt;br /&gt;Last week I bought these products. I never used Milk Cleanser and Astringent before, so I wanted to give a try :)&lt;br /&gt;I chose the cheapest ones, Viva Cosmetics. My mom said Viva wouldn't harm my skin.&lt;br /&gt;My skin is pretty oily so Cucumber may be the right type for me. &lt;br /&gt;So this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkxsH_CrKVU/TzzRWJiqD6I/AAAAAAAAARA/g5uDQ9GRUa4/s1600/CIMG9958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkxsH_CrKVU/TzzRWJiqD6I/AAAAAAAAARA/g5uDQ9GRUa4/s320/CIMG9958.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XhyVYFa73uk/TzzRh-eY7TI/AAAAAAAAARI/X8GuJDNZOaA/s1600/CIMG9959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XhyVYFa73uk/TzzRh-eY7TI/AAAAAAAAARI/X8GuJDNZOaA/s320/CIMG9959.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viva Milk Cleanser Cucumber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Product description: Milk Cleanser for oily skin or skin with black stained, contains Cucumber extract and Emollient, to cleanse dirt, make-up residue. Apply it on the face and neck, make a slight massage, wipe it off with tissue/cotton. Remove it with Viva Astringent Cucumber. Use before make-up and bedtime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Netto: 100 ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Price: Rp4000 / around $0.4 ! (So cheap, right)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where to buy: It's not difficult to get, all of supermarkets sell this. Or you can buy it online at &lt;a href="http://www.vivacosmetic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.vivacosmetic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viva Astringent Cucumber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Product description: Freshner lotion for oily skin, contains Pore Tightening Agent and Cucumber Extract. Cleanses excess cleansing milk, tightens pores and reduces over production of oil and maintains pH balance of the skin. The skin becomes clean, healthy and moist. Use before make-up&amp;nbsp; and sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Netto: 100 ml&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Price: Rp3750 / around $0.4 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where to buy: It's not difficult to get, all of supermarkets sell this. Or you can buy it online at &lt;a href="http://www.vivacosmetic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.vivacosmetic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My comment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since they are very cheap, I'm quite doubtful about this product. But, after I tried these, OMG it does control the oil of my face pretty well, without dried my skin. But I still can't see my big pores tightened. :/ I wear it in the morning with Garnier Light Complete Cream and Garnier Light Face Powder and I will have a shine-free face until the evening. I found out that using only the cream and the face powder is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent is OK, but I think it's better if they don't put any perfume in the products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't like from these products is the color. As you can see in the photos, they have green color. It's not good for my skin though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall rating: 4/5&lt;br /&gt;Gonna re-purchase?: No, I will try the other types (Averrhoa or Lemon maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-6522034215449687223?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6522034215449687223/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2012/02/review-viva-milk-cleanser-astringent.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6522034215449687223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6522034215449687223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2012/02/review-viva-milk-cleanser-astringent.html' title='Review: Viva Milk Cleanser &amp; Astringent Cucumber'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkxsH_CrKVU/TzzRWJiqD6I/AAAAAAAAARA/g5uDQ9GRUa4/s72-c/CIMG9958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-2796191156346062385</id><published>2012-02-10T20:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T20:46:36.020+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Too Good To be True</title><content type='html'>He's just too good to be true.... :( And sometimes I think, if I get too much happiness at the moment, so how much pain I will get in the future? Anggit taught me about it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my boyfriend is like *hmmm* loving me too much. He did something that actually he don't have to do it. I mean... He has helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can say that I'm a powerless girl. I may not go anywhere without accompanied by my parents. But, they can't be there 24h for me. So, sometimes if I need something, my boyfie will buy it for me :(&lt;br /&gt;Or if I need to do something, he will do it for me. &lt;br /&gt;It's a shame, totally a shame :'(&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything useful for him because he already can do everything by himself.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can do is loving him with all of my heart, never cheating to other guys, and giving my best smiles everyday. And teaching him about school lessons sometimes, eventhough I can see that he prefer to study it with other girls. T____________T&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I want to pay back all of his kindnesses but unfortunately, I can't!!!&lt;br /&gt;He's just too good to be true, too good for a girl like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T___________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-2796191156346062385?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/2796191156346062385/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2012/02/too-good-to-be-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/2796191156346062385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/2796191156346062385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2012/02/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too Good To be True'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-8813517330083320933</id><published>2012-02-07T20:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:25:16.009+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Well hello my readers!&lt;br /&gt;I'm being busy recently. I still have to go to school at 6 a.m from Mon-Sat (we only have 1 holiday in a week) and go home at 4-5 p.m , do my Final Task (TA), study and practice for the piano, do my music theory homework, study for the IGCSE this April, study for daily exams... OMG&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna write something on my blog, but sorry I don't have enough time :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-8813517330083320933?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/8813517330083320933/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2012/02/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8813517330083320933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8813517330083320933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2012/02/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-8040467873007508887</id><published>2012-01-27T06:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:45:53.392+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Viva Free Products Just Arrived!</title><content type='html'>Okay, at Dec 23th I joined http://www.vivacosmetic.com and they said they would send free products directly to my house. It's a kind of promotion for their new website and online store.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for days, weeks, and even month and finally, it's arrived!&lt;br /&gt;My little brother accepted the parcel at 2pm yesterday. I was arrived at home at 5, and I was so excited when he gave me the parcel!&lt;br /&gt;I will review the products soon. I'm now at school, and I will join LDKS today, so I will review it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See youuu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-8040467873007508887?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/8040467873007508887/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2012/01/viva-free-products-just-arrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8040467873007508887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8040467873007508887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2012/01/viva-free-products-just-arrived.html' title='Viva Free Products Just Arrived!'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-3284994282148693117</id><published>2012-01-12T22:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:45:46.570+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>My Colored Nails</title><content type='html'>Well, I have a henna paste named "Rani Kone" in tube packaging. The color is reddish brown. I ever used it to draw a temporary tattoo on my skin, but soon I got bored because it was soooo difficult to apply. Then I want to try to apply it to my nails as a nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;I never wear any nail polish before. Hmmmm actually I have, when I'm younger, for about 6-8 years old. So, the result is quite messy :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I applied the henna to my nails. It's rather difficult because the tip of the tube is very small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DElrqJK5Pds/Tw7v0WywfwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yqYTehwKUxU/s1600/CIMG9834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DElrqJK5Pds/Tw7v0WywfwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yqYTehwKUxU/s200/CIMG9834.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2czYkzt0n0Y/Tw7vsjLXddI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yYvu8zXNtKw/s1600/CIMG9830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2czYkzt0n0Y/Tw7vsjLXddI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yYvu8zXNtKw/s200/CIMG9830.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cdmn1YfMda0/Tw7vwA3KbQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LMKQx2DltJY/s1600/CIMG9832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cdmn1YfMda0/Tw7vwA3KbQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LMKQx2DltJY/s200/CIMG9832.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSuMb3_0SYM/Tw7vWGGHs9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/58R9z0j_83c/s1600/CIMG9819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSuMb3_0SYM/Tw7vWGGHs9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/58R9z0j_83c/s200/CIMG9819.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without flash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNuicJvXlbQ/Tw7vZvBqhcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OgrGzKrpe7w/s1600/CIMG9820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNuicJvXlbQ/Tw7vZvBqhcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OgrGzKrpe7w/s200/CIMG9820.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With flash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left them for about an hour, then I wiped the residue by using tissue. And.... This is it. A lovely red nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without flash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFK0Mem0zCE/Tw7vPk1qfWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5fFDHlRoF0Q/s1600/CIMG9817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFK0Mem0zCE/Tw7vPk1qfWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5fFDHlRoF0Q/s200/CIMG9817.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8YU_-Oh8jU/Tw7vSlO8IMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/RBEV_nLRkpk/s1600/CIMG9818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8YU_-Oh8jU/Tw7vSlO8IMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/RBEV_nLRkpk/s200/CIMG9818.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With flash: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKD-k7IDN14/Tw7vMC0PO9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/kGE75n_8KRU/s1600/CIMG9816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wKD-k7IDN14/Tw7vMC0PO9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/kGE75n_8KRU/s200/CIMG9816.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IM31XGcQ_6k/Tw7viPHGGzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0zbmml0XMS8/s1600/CIMG9822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IM31XGcQ_6k/Tw7viPHGGzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0zbmml0XMS8/s200/CIMG9822.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVitgRZssWM/Tw7vdgdJG7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/1dr2_vOdiTM/s1600/CIMG9821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVitgRZssWM/Tw7vdgdJG7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/1dr2_vOdiTM/s200/CIMG9821.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIVc1ZRoypk/Tw7vlnGX_mI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Vu4txMBZOS8/s1600/CIMG9823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIVc1ZRoypk/Tw7vlnGX_mI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Vu4txMBZOS8/s200/CIMG9823.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dQZ5Xav68A/Tw7vo3kGX2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/YkpS09gJcNA/s1600/CIMG9824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dQZ5Xav68A/Tw7vo3kGX2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/YkpS09gJcNA/s200/CIMG9824.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo messy I know! This is the first time I use henna on my nails. Maybe next time I will learn to apply it tidily.&lt;br /&gt;OK, now it's time to examine the pros and cons of henna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;WE ARE STILL ABLE TO TAKE ABLUTION (WUDHU') FOR PRAYING SHOLAT, READING QUR'AN, AND ETC (for Muslims only). This is the most important thing for me. Note this, if we use any nail polishes, it prevents the water from our nails. It means that our wudhu' is not confirmed. But henna is different, it doesn't coat nails like nail polishes do. Henna pigments our nails.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lovely red color.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't smell bad like nail polish. Henna smells like leaves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't damage our nail. I heard that henna can treat our skin, hair, and nails.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy to get. We can buy henna on Islamic stores.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Doesn't stay long. The color will fade out everytime we touch water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Difficult application. Messy result. Ckckck...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Limited colors. There are only 2 colors available, red and brown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Difficult to remove the color. We must wait for the nails to grow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tip of the tube is too small... But, honestly, it's not the henna to apply on nails. I ever saw some henna packaged in tube with larger tip, and it's special for nails.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is the end of my post. Later I will try to make some reviews for make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;See you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-3284994282148693117?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3284994282148693117/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-colored-nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3284994282148693117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3284994282148693117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-colored-nails.html' title='My Colored Nails'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DElrqJK5Pds/Tw7v0WywfwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yqYTehwKUxU/s72-c/CIMG9834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-7084593480134097300</id><published>2011-12-18T16:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T16:23:55.685+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahabat sungguhan</title><content type='html'>Aku pernah mikir, ya Tuhan aku ingin punya sahabat sungguhan. Tapiiiii ternyata aku sudah punya. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang aku maksud itu bukan macam sahabat yang sering ngomongin kejelekanku di depan teman2nya. Bukan sahabat yang hanya datang jika ada perlunya. Sahabat yang hanya berbagi jika ingin balasan. Sahabat yang kedekatannya dengan aku adalah suatu paksaan, formalitas, atau semacammnya. Sahabat yang tidak pernah jujur menegur saat aku melakukan kesalahan.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan orang macam itu.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ia juga bukanlah orang yang sempurna, yang tak pernah sekalipun mengecewakan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Ia memang pernah membuat kesalahan, namun ia berani jujur meminta maaf dan memperbaiki keadaan. Dan ketika aku berbuat salah, ia sanggup memaafkan dan membantuku berubah menjadi lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;Sahabatku itu tidak pernah menganggapku satu-satunya sahabat. Ia masih mampu bergaul dengan yang lain tanpa menciptakan suatu tembok transparan yang membuat orang lain merasa tersingkir.&lt;br /&gt;Ia benar-benar seorang sahabat yang benar-benar sahabat dan aku mencintainya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-7084593480134097300?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/7084593480134097300/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/sahabat-sungguhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7084593480134097300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7084593480134097300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/sahabat-sungguhan.html' title='Sahabat sungguhan'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-336473325462104542</id><published>2011-12-17T13:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T13:52:08.599+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Galau</title><content type='html'>Maaf ya! Aku lagi galau . Males mau repot-repot nulis pake bahasa Inggris.&lt;br /&gt;Aku galau kenapa? Yang pasti bukan gara-gara cowok.&lt;br /&gt;Aku bingung... Buat apa menjadi diri sendiri yang jelek, bodoh, gendut, kere, matanya cacat, lamban, gak fokus?&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik menjadi orang lain... Gapapa nyontek asal nilai bagus. Puas dengan hasil sendiri? Gak akan pernah. Buat apa susah payah bekerja sendiri, kalau kita bisa sedikit tengok kanan-kiri dan mendapat nilai yang jauh lebih memuaskan? Toh ILMU itu gak akan bermanfaat... UAS hanya dilakukan sekarang. 50 tahun lagi, apa yang diUASkan hari ini gak mungkin, sekali lagi GAK MUNGKIN akan berguna untuk kehidupanku...&lt;br /&gt;Dan kenapa nilai UAS seakan menggambarkan kerja kerasku selama 6 bulan ini.. walaupun kenyataannya tidak sebanding... buat apa aku belajar mati-matian setiap malam untuk hal yang gak berguna, setelah nilainya keluar mereka akan mengomentari FARAH kok nilainya segitu? bahkan penyandang predikat GURU TERLABIL SEDUNIA dulu pernah bilang saya sampai sakit pinggang liat nilainya Farah...&lt;br /&gt;PERSETAN dengan angka-angka itu.. jelas-jelas mereka tidak sebanding dengan apa yang aku lakukan selama ini... sekeras apapun aku berusaha aku gak akan pernah bisa jadi nomor satu di kelas...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi memangnya untuk apa jadi nomor satu di kelas? apakah itu jadi jaminan bahwa aku akan jadi orang sukses setelah dewasa nanti? JELAS TIDAK... NOMOR 1 hanyalah untuk jadi pujian orangtua dirumah, guruguru di sekolah... jadi pujian guruguru di depan semua wali murid... PERCAYA ATAU TIDAK ini pernah terjadi.... saat rapotan sang nomor 1 dipujipuji di depan semua wali murid sedangkan si nomor 2 dijelekjelekkan, DI DEPAN SEMUA WALI MURID. subhanallah, memang apa perkaranya antara si nomor 1 dan nomor 2 ini hanya masalah NILAI. hanya beda satuan saja. &lt;br /&gt;aku gak ingin jadi diri sendiri, aku ingin jadi cewek cantik, pintar, langsing, matanya normal sehingga gak perlu kemanamana pake kacamata sialan ini, aku pengen pinter olahraga, aku pengen aktif banyak kegiatan, aku pengen banyak uang, aku pengen bebas aku pengen jadi anak mandiri.&lt;br /&gt;tapi ya sial kenapa aku harus jadi kebalikan dari itu semua???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-336473325462104542?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/336473325462104542/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/galau.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/336473325462104542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/336473325462104542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/galau.html' title='Galau'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-4008740877533204641</id><published>2011-12-08T18:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:56:09.668+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>I'm Scared!!</title><content type='html'>Dear God...&lt;br /&gt;Please, my only prayer at the moment is, please raise my rank in the class, please Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna cry anymore, just like in past UTS...&lt;br /&gt;I will pass UAS, please Ya Allah, I wanna make it better,&lt;br /&gt;I envy HER so much. She always got higher score in class, but she always shouted "Oh the exams are very difficult!" and if I ask about her score, she always said "No... I'm shy, it's too bad", but in reality she always be number one in the class... I envy her so much.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me. I try my best, I've tried to study hard in daily quiz, but I never got the highest score. I'm always optimist about my score, but I never get just what I think.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be like her... At least for just one day.&lt;br /&gt;But it's impossible... So, God, I wish my scores will be better than the last exam...&lt;br /&gt;Please make it come true.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-4008740877533204641?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4008740877533204641/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4008740877533204641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4008740877533204641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m Scared!!'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-6118614098771894360</id><published>2011-12-07T14:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:26:14.675+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 20: A Letter to A Fictional Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/powerpuff/images/3/32/Buttercup-is-on-top-powerpuff-girls-24270693-299-320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.wikia.com/powerpuff/images/3/32/Buttercup-is-on-top-powerpuff-girls-24270693-299-320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Buttercup at Power Puff Girls...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I loved you since I was 4. You're so cute, cool, and strong, and also very boyish.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a tomboy girl like you, but now I grow up and learn how to be a true woman. #eaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still loving you, I still use a mug with your face illustrated in there.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how old are you now (if you're really exist and growing up).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-6118614098771894360?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6118614098771894360/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-20-letter-to-fictional-character.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6118614098771894360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6118614098771894360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-20-letter-to-fictional-character.html' title='Day 20: A Letter to A Fictional Character'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-7963775341888421151</id><published>2011-12-06T14:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:20:06.697+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 19: A Letter to Someone I Hurt the Most</title><content type='html'>Dear my parents,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, in the past 16 years I always hurt you and make you feel sad. Maybe sometimes I mean to do that, but now I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I love you both so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-7963775341888421151?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/7963775341888421151/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-19-letter-to-someone-i-hurt-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7963775341888421151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7963775341888421151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-19-letter-to-someone-i-hurt-most.html' title='Day 19: A Letter to Someone I Hurt the Most'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-2524028891227451787</id><published>2011-12-05T14:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:17:26.805+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 18: A Letter to One of My Close Friend</title><content type='html'>Dear whoever you are,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my close friend. But sorry, I can't be too close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-2524028891227451787?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/2524028891227451787/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-18-letter-to-one-of-my-close-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/2524028891227451787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/2524028891227451787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-18-letter-to-one-of-my-close-friend.html' title='Day 18: A Letter to One of My Close Friend'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-6676455658614710277</id><published>2011-12-04T14:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:15:37.461+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 17: A Letter to Someone I Want to Slap</title><content type='html'>Hey girl,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of seeing you everyday at school. I DON'T WANT to see your face, but you're everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't act like a BITCH, I know you're not. But sometimes, your behavior tells everybody that you're a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;You should be ashamed because of the naked photos of yours which are spreading around all your JHS friends, even some people outside the school.&lt;br /&gt;And today, you even have a new boyfriend. And you still flirt around all the boys in the SHS.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA SLAP YOU, BITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-6676455658614710277?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6676455658614710277/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-17-letter-to-someone-i-want-to-slap.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6676455658614710277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6676455658614710277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-17-letter-to-someone-i-want-to-slap.html' title='Day 17: A Letter to Someone I Want to Slap'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-1737974420604459153</id><published>2011-12-03T06:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:35:26.822+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 16: A Letter to My Fave Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pianolessons.com/includes/images/content/piano-teacher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://www.pianolessons.com/includes/images/content/piano-teacher.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ce Tanti,&lt;br /&gt;Actually you're not my official teacher, but you're the owner of the music school where I study. And sometimes you teach me, when I'm going to join a competition or have an exam.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any fave teacher in SHS at the moment. They're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you teach me, it makes me understand easily some difficult material about music and piano.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my fave teacher, cece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your student&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-1737974420604459153?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1737974420604459153/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-16-letter-to-my-fave-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1737974420604459153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1737974420604459153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-16-letter-to-my-fave-teacher.html' title='Day 16: A Letter to My Fave Teacher'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-8855639390467801945</id><published>2011-12-02T20:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:32:44.092+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 15: A Letter to My First Bf</title><content type='html'>Dear EP,&lt;br /&gt;You are one of my biggest mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Saying "yes" right after you ask me to date, I realized that I'm so stupid at that time.&lt;br /&gt;And thank goodness we're already separated by time and distance so I don't have to meet you again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful because our relationship only lasted for a short time. If I'm still your gf now, I'm sure I'll be like your another exs. But I realized early that you're not good for me, then I left you.&lt;br /&gt;I leave you FOREVER, and I won't remember you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-8855639390467801945?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/8855639390467801945/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-15-letter-to-my-first-bf.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8855639390467801945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8855639390467801945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-15-letter-to-my-first-bf.html' title='Day 15: A Letter to My First Bf'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-1188395703074358928</id><published>2011-12-01T20:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T06:37:26.289+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 14: A Letter To the Person who Changed My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRlanBD6wYY/TjicMYDDY4I/AAAAAAAAM7s/EPgbxhzv0do/s1600/Life+Changing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRlanBD6wYY/TjicMYDDY4I/AAAAAAAAM7s/EPgbxhzv0do/s320/Life+Changing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you, yes, YOU again.&lt;br /&gt;You have changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you snap me because I did something wrong. But because of it, my life has been changed into the better one.&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you so much, Masku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-1188395703074358928?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1188395703074358928/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-14-letter-to-person-who-changed-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1188395703074358928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1188395703074358928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-14-letter-to-person-who-changed-my.html' title='Day 14: A Letter To the Person who Changed My Life'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gRlanBD6wYY/TjicMYDDY4I/AAAAAAAAM7s/EPgbxhzv0do/s72-c/Life+Changing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-2526060595036576544</id><published>2011-11-30T20:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T06:35:25.764+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 13: A Letter to My Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zA2bxTeOw68/TVvNTT9DZJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/d_6XBpv5_9w/s1600/pets+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zA2bxTeOw68/TVvNTT9DZJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/d_6XBpv5_9w/s320/pets+1.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have any pets at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;But I want to write something to my pets in the past, who died.&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Dear my bunny, my chicks, my fish, my little turtles, my pigeons,&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. You all died because of me or my brothers. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry for disturbing and ruining your life... I was still a little girl, so I can't understand to treat you well.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I learn that I must not have a pet if I can't keep them well.&lt;br /&gt;May you all happy in heaven...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-2526060595036576544?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/2526060595036576544/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-13-letter-to-my-pet.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/2526060595036576544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/2526060595036576544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-13-letter-to-my-pet.html' title='Day 13: A Letter to My Pet'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zA2bxTeOw68/TVvNTT9DZJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/d_6XBpv5_9w/s72-c/pets+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-3554510883187932967</id><published>2011-11-29T20:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:07:21.123+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 12: A Letter to Someone who Died</title><content type='html'>Sorry, no letter for this section, I don't know for whom I should write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-3554510883187932967?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3554510883187932967/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-12-letter-to-someone-who-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3554510883187932967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3554510883187932967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-12-letter-to-someone-who-died.html' title='Day 12: A Letter to Someone who Died'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-5502826898378747887</id><published>2011-11-28T20:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T06:31:32.193+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11: A Letter to My Favorite Musician</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e2/Surface_Columbia.jpg/220px-Surface_Columbia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e2/Surface_Columbia.jpg/220px-Surface_Columbia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Surface,&lt;br /&gt;You became a hit (at 1983-1994) before I was born. Hihi&lt;br /&gt;I know you from my father, he loves to listen to your songs (The First Time, Never Gonna Let You Down, and Shower Me With Your Love).&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell in love with Bernard Jackson's lovely voice. David Conley's bass and David Townsend's guitar are also amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of my friends said that I'm weird. Most teenagers are listening to rubbish musics. The lyrics are very rude and unmeaningful. The musics are very similar to others. The voices are sooo bad, they can't really sing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of those kind of musics so I started to listen to some oldies, like you, Atlantic Star, Leon Haines, etc. &lt;br /&gt;You are soooo much better that the musics in my time.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making good musics, Surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your young fans, Farah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-5502826898378747887?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5502826898378747887/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-11-letter-to-my-favorite-musician.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5502826898378747887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5502826898378747887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-11-letter-to-my-favorite-musician.html' title='Day 11: A Letter to My Favorite Musician'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-4293103319375418314</id><published>2011-11-27T20:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:05:26.035+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 10: A Letter to My Favorite Actor/Actress</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I don't have any favorite actor/actress.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, for this time I don't write any letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-4293103319375418314?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4293103319375418314/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-10-letter-to-my-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4293103319375418314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4293103319375418314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-10-letter-to-my-favorite.html' title='Day 10: A Letter to My Favorite Actor/Actress'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-5302567034627537076</id><published>2011-11-26T20:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:02:23.900+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 9: A Letter to Someone We Used to be Good Friends</title><content type='html'>Dear *****,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't mention your name in this letter because I want to protect your privacy. And of course, you will understand that you're the person I mean. Even&amp;nbsp; though I know you never check my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, I know you're happy with your life now. I know your new friends are more everything than me.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, we used to be close friends. We always did everything together in school. But now...&lt;br /&gt;If we met, you seems like you don't know me. I'm like nobody for you... It's like we never be good friends before...&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, I can't understand why did you do that to me. Did I do something wrong? If yes, please tell me so I can fix it right now, so we can be good friends like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your nobody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-5302567034627537076?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5302567034627537076/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-9-letter-to-someone-we-used-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5302567034627537076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Just The Way You Are</title><content type='html'>Compare these lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her eyes, her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Make the stars look like they’re not shining&lt;br /&gt;Her hair, her hair&lt;br /&gt;Falls perfectly without her trying&lt;br /&gt;She’s so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;When I compliment her&lt;br /&gt;She wont believe me&lt;br /&gt;And its so, its so&lt;br /&gt;Sad to think she don’t see what I see&lt;br /&gt;But every time she asks me do I look okay&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Her lips, her lips&lt;br /&gt;I could kiss them all day if she’d let me&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh, her laugh&lt;br /&gt;She hates but I think its so sexy&lt;br /&gt;She’s so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;Id never ask you to change&lt;br /&gt;If perfect is what you’re searching for&lt;br /&gt;Then just stay the same&lt;br /&gt;So don’t even bother asking&lt;br /&gt;If you look okay&lt;br /&gt;You know I say&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;Girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you’re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go changing, to try and please me,&lt;br /&gt;You never let me down before,&lt;br /&gt;Don't imagine, you're too familiar,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't see you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not leave you, in times of trouble,&lt;br /&gt;We never could have come this far,&lt;br /&gt;I took the good times, I'll take the bad times,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go trying, some new fashion,&lt;br /&gt;Don't change the colour of your hair,&lt;br /&gt;You always have my, unspoken passion,&lt;br /&gt;Although I might not seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want clever, conversation,&lt;br /&gt;I never want to work that hard,&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone, that I can talk to,&lt;br /&gt;I want you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that you will always be&lt;br /&gt;The same old someone that I knew,&lt;br /&gt;What will it take till you believe in me,&lt;br /&gt;The way that I believe in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I love you, and that's forever,&lt;br /&gt;And this I promise from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't love you, any better,&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want clever, conversation,&lt;br /&gt;I never want to work that hard,&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone, that I can talk to,&lt;br /&gt;I want you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say from those lyrics is...&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars mentioned a thousand times how beautiful his girl is. How perfect her eyes, her hair, her lips are. It's not surprising if Bruno Mars fell in love with her, because she is BEAUTIFUL... And everybody would feel the same about this girl. So, I think the best title for this song is "Just the way your appearance are"&lt;br /&gt;And how about Billy Joel? I didn't find any compliments about his girl's appearance. He even said that he didn't want his girl to try new fashion or change her hair color. Because he really loved his girl just the way she is. He didn't care about beauty at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we can say whose love is stronger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, maybe it's just a song.. I can't judge Bruno or Billy like that. I hope you understand what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars's becoming a hit recently... And Billy Joel was popular in 70's.&lt;br /&gt;Bruno represents the love of the teenagers at the moment, and Billy represents the love of people at his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can compare their music too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LjhCEhWiKXk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ounJsqomcv8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-3604764031409462520?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3604764031409462520/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-way-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3604764031409462520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3604764031409462520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just The Way You Are'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LjhCEhWiKXk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-3924561567829290452</id><published>2011-11-25T21:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T21:31:22.524+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 8: A Letter to Someone I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfbcsNAxQqw/TUWLaBq3xoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fXiZu_MxW54/s1600/Missing_Someone_Sketch_by_AmandaMache.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfbcsNAxQqw/TUWLaBq3xoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fXiZu_MxW54/s320/Missing_Someone_Sketch_by_AmandaMache.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I know you won't read my blog, I just wanna say I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Hope we can meet tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;AI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-3924561567829290452?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3924561567829290452/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-8-letter-to-someone-i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3924561567829290452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3924561567829290452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-8-letter-to-someone-i-miss.html' title='Day 8: A Letter to Someone I Miss'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vfbcsNAxQqw/TUWLaBq3xoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fXiZu_MxW54/s72-c/Missing_Someone_Sketch_by_AmandaMache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-6931006569761324300</id><published>2011-11-24T16:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:31:55.923+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 7: A Letter to My Oldest Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://susandarcy.com.au/myblog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/hugging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://susandarcy.com.au/myblog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/hugging.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ima,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how are you? I hope you're always fine.&lt;br /&gt;We're sooo far away now. I'm still in Paiton, and now you're in Doha (Qatar). Sometimes I really want to meet you, just to see your face and asking your condition.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember, Ima? We were best friends since we were in 1st grade of elementary school. OK, I have the older friend when I was in Kindergarten. His name is Tulus. But I don't want to write a letter to him.&lt;br /&gt;Ima, I remember when we played our favorite game "baju-bajuan" everyday. I remember when I played to your house and met your younger brother, Muhammad. &lt;br /&gt;We're so close, I remember it.&lt;br /&gt;But one day, you were absent from school, and I didn't know where were you. My mom told me that you were already moved from Paiton.&lt;br /&gt;But why didn't you tell me first? :(&lt;br /&gt;Now we met again in Facebook, and sometimes we're texting when you're in Indonesia for holiday.&lt;br /&gt;But I still miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your Friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Farah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-6931006569761324300?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6931006569761324300/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-7-letter-to-my-oldest-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6931006569761324300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6931006569761324300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-7-letter-to-my-oldest-friend.html' title='Day 7: A Letter to My Oldest Friend'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-7945023805384854647</id><published>2011-11-23T16:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T21:29:59.282+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 6: A Letter to My Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://talesofatwentysomething.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/grandparentsclub.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://talesofatwentysomething.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/grandparentsclub.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Alm. Mbah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never met, and we will never met. You were passed away before I was born. I really want to see you... May Allah bless you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mbah No,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for cooking extra delicious meal when I'm in Surabaya or when you're in Paiton.. Hihi I love your dishes sooo much. Thank you for caring me when my parents are not around. Thank you for being an energetic and spirited grandma.. So I don't have to be worried for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mbah Putri and Mbah Kung,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah always give you strong and healthy bodies so I can meet you on Idul Fitri or on other occasions.. For Mbah No too. May Allah protect you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your granddaughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-7945023805384854647?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/7945023805384854647/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-6-letter-to-my-grandparents.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7945023805384854647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7945023805384854647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-6-letter-to-my-grandparents.html' title='Day 6: A Letter to My Grandparents'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-4817706578729806016</id><published>2011-11-22T16:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T16:44:31.946+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 5: A Letter to My Siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narutogames.biz/pictures/sand-siblings-01162009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.narutogames.biz/pictures/sand-siblings-01162009.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Farhan and Raihan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I may look like I hate you. OK, I often be mad of you. But surely, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your older sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-4817706578729806016?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4817706578729806016/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-5-letter-to-my-siblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4817706578729806016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4817706578729806016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-5-letter-to-my-siblings.html' title='Day 5: A Letter to My Siblings'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-8100400706824651353</id><published>2011-11-21T18:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:52:54.186+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Day 4: A Letter to My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commentsyard.com/graphics/best-friends/best-friends24.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://www.commentsyard.com/graphics/best-friends/best-friends24.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't mention your name in this letter, I'm sure you will understand that the "best friend" I mean is YOU :)&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to you, lovely, because you had spent sooo much time for me. Listening to my story about my problems, helping me to do something that I can't do by myself, learning the school lessons together, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always be beside me, and you really need to know that I try to always be beside you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you my best friend, and I believe we're BEST FRIENDS FOREVER :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all my mistakes I've done to you, and I've forgiven all your mistakes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-8100400706824651353?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/8100400706824651353/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-4-letter-to-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8100400706824651353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8100400706824651353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-4-letter-to-my-best-friend.html' title='Day 4: A Letter to My Best Friend'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-4170420447504877987</id><published>2011-11-20T06:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:52:36.256+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Day 3: A Letter to My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/9687/2971201191573313largeyf9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/9687/2971201191573313largeyf9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear my lovely mom and dad,&lt;br /&gt;First I want to say thank you for all the love you gave to me. Not only love, but also caring, my financial needs, and so many more that I can't mention it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for keeping me for 16 years. Thanks for anything.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks are not enough. I really want to make you proud and happy of me.&lt;br /&gt;I also want to say I love you sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;But please, one thing I really want to tell you, I am a pampered, dependent, narrow-minded person. Please change it, by stop forbidding me to go out without your accompaniment. I'm not a child anymore, please let me go out by myself, so I can learn how to be an independent person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sincerely,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-4170420447504877987?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4170420447504877987/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-3-letter-to-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4170420447504877987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4170420447504877987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-3-letter-to-my-parents.html' title='Day 3: A Letter to My Parents'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-7890052992589569431</id><published>2011-11-19T20:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:54:24.985+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salute</title><content type='html'>When most of your friends tried to learn guitar (not the classical one, but only "genjrang-genjreng"), you aren't chimed in...&lt;br /&gt;You said, "I'm not interested on it."&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm a music student and I study classical piano, but I never force you to learn music, or learn to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm actually, I don't like those who play music carelessly, everything needs a technique and theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-7890052992589569431?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/7890052992589569431/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/salute.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7890052992589569431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7890052992589569431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/salute.html' title='Salute'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-4059088583487760135</id><published>2011-11-19T07:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:51:57.634+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Day 2: A Letter to the Person I Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.picturesdepot.com/photo/c/cute_couple-20606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.picturesdepot.com/photo/c/cute_couple-20606.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Person I Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I like you. I have such a feeling to you, but... Is it "like"?&lt;br /&gt;I like to sit beside you, I like to chat with you. I like to see your lovely face, I like your nice smell.&lt;br /&gt;I like to see you smile, I like to LOL together with you.&lt;br /&gt;I like you.&lt;br /&gt;But more precisely, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I love you, Masku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Adek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-4059088583487760135?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4059088583487760135/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-2-letter-to-person-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4059088583487760135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4059088583487760135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-2-letter-to-person-i-like.html' title='Day 2: A Letter to the Person I Like'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-1072631713335952134</id><published>2011-11-18T20:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:51:33.525+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Day 1: A Letter to the Last Person I Kissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPOtrIXJaCQ/TZZzVnZxgZI/AAAAAAAAADs/lR3Oia67bNo/s1600/Cute_Couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPOtrIXJaCQ/TZZzVnZxgZI/AAAAAAAAADs/lR3Oia67bNo/s320/Cute_Couple.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Masku..&lt;br /&gt;I'm chatting with you right now. But I still miss you..&lt;br /&gt;We meet everyday, we're in the same grade and even the same class, we study together in every lesson, but I still miss you. &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know? Everytime you say goodbye, and walk away from me, I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know? I miss your kiss symbol on your letter too --&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Adek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-1072631713335952134?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1072631713335952134/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-1-letter-to-last-person-i-kissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1072631713335952134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1072631713335952134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-1-letter-to-last-person-i-kissed.html' title='Day 1: A Letter to the Last Person I Kissed'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPOtrIXJaCQ/TZZzVnZxgZI/AAAAAAAAADs/lR3Oia67bNo/s72-c/Cute_Couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-1998403451087698546</id><published>2011-11-18T20:34:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:52:15.917+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>20 Days Letter Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2739347941_33a5c1c16e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2739347941_33a5c1c16e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I found this on &lt;a href="http://chaaoi.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cha's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, and I think I would be sooo interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write a letter to the last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;2. Write a letter to person you like.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write a letter to your parents&lt;br /&gt;4. Write a letter to your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;5. Write a letter to your siblings&lt;br /&gt;6. Write a letter to your grandparents&lt;br /&gt;7.Write a letter to your oldest friend.&lt;br /&gt;8. Write a letter to someone you miss.&lt;br /&gt;9. Write a letter to someone you used to be good friends but now you don't talk.&lt;br /&gt;10. Write a letter to your fave actor/actress&lt;br /&gt;11. Write a letter to your fave musician&lt;br /&gt;12. Write a letter to someone who died&lt;br /&gt;13. Write a letter to your pet&lt;br /&gt;14. Write a letter to the person who changed ur life&lt;br /&gt;15. Write a letter to ur 1st bf/gf&lt;br /&gt;16. Write a letter to ur fave teacher&lt;br /&gt;17. Write a letter to someone u want to slap.&lt;br /&gt;18. Write a letter to one of ur close friend&lt;br /&gt;19. Write a letter to someone u hurt the most&lt;br /&gt;20. Write a letter to a fictional character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start it today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-1998403451087698546?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1998403451087698546/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-days-letter-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1998403451087698546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1998403451087698546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-days-letter-challenge.html' title='20 Days Letter Challenge'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2739347941_33a5c1c16e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-7645092943119533110</id><published>2011-11-17T18:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T18:51:20.203+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm waiting for you</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for you, Puti.&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I sit in front of my netbook, waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I know, you never promised to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-7645092943119533110?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/7645092943119533110/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-waiting-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7645092943119533110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7645092943119533110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-waiting-for-you.html' title='I&apos;m waiting for you'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-3219391854896045568</id><published>2011-11-15T19:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:13:05.086+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish'/><title type='text'>My Prayer for People I Love</title><content type='html'>Ya Allah.. Please protect people I love... Give them protection so I'll be able to see them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah.. Please give them strength to face their problems, give them ability to feel their happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah.. Please protect people I love, so we won't be lost in the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah.. Please give me a chance to make them proud and happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-3219391854896045568?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3219391854896045568/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-prayer-for-people-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3219391854896045568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3219391854896045568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-prayer-for-people-i-love.html' title='My Prayer for People I Love'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-6690466452390223328</id><published>2011-11-15T18:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:54:27.935+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Well, recently I was so tired...&lt;br /&gt;I was sick of the school lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I went to Malang with UNIC, and I bought some new cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;OK that's all, I have to do my chemistry homework and study for biology quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-6690466452390223328?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6690466452390223328/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6690466452390223328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6690466452390223328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-9214588425780446579</id><published>2011-11-11T20:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:45:38.890+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Random and Camwhoring</title><content type='html'>OK... Today was very horrible...&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you the problem but certainly you know what is it about (special for UNIC members).&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty, but not much.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends had a horrible day too, I think. Today Athif went to school with red and swollen eyes, and without eyeliner! It's strange to see her eyes nude without any make up, she always used eyeliner everyday. She ever told me, there was someone who told her that the someone didn't like Athif wearing eyeliner. The someone said that Athif was too girlish because of she wore make up. I know, Athif wore eyeliner not for flirting.&lt;br /&gt;And, you know there was someone removed me on Facebook.. Hahaha. From the first, I really want to remove or block her, but I'm afraid she would know, and made further problem. But she removed me first. It's okaaayyy... I don't care :)&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for piano lesson.. Take a look of my outfit. Hihi... Start camwhoring (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brands&lt;br /&gt;Veil: unbranded&lt;br /&gt;Jacket: unbranded&lt;br /&gt;Trousers: unbranded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a rich girl, guys... Don't blame me :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6Vx6JL18wQ/Tr0k69Y0lZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tke8usLI8Z8/s320/CIMG9531.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only use face powder and eyeliner :(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiMRCmFpniA/Tr0lBLN-yII/AAAAAAAAAPA/hfCHFu6_V4M/s1600/CIMG9535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiMRCmFpniA/Tr0lBLN-yII/AAAAAAAAAPA/hfCHFu6_V4M/s320/CIMG9535.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay this is my outfit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdqM3sfTRNI/Tr0lMzdkjzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FMV9q61JwtU/s1600/CIMG9536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdqM3sfTRNI/Tr0lMzdkjzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FMV9q61JwtU/s320/CIMG9536.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the blurry picture&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okayy... And the last...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki3-AIfddlg/Tr0lXvAfGaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-_sjFE3rvhs/s1600/CIMG9539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ki3-AIfddlg/Tr0lXvAfGaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-_sjFE3rvhs/s320/CIMG9539.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-9214588425780446579?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/9214588425780446579/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-and-camwhoring.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/9214588425780446579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/9214588425780446579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-and-camwhoring.html' title='Random and Camwhoring'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6Vx6JL18wQ/Tr0k69Y0lZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tke8usLI8Z8/s72-c/CIMG9531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-342632636714614683</id><published>2011-11-10T20:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:24:32.277+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;This morning I was sick. The first lesson in the school was Physical and Health Education, and at that time we were learning to play volleyball. But I couldn't attend the lesson because I'm toooo sick. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So I just slept in the classroom, and watched my friends played volleyball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And then my condition became better, so I could pass another lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;The last lesson was empty because the teacher was absent, so I decided to take a nap for a while. My classroom didn't have any beds so I slept on the floor... Don't laugh, it's very common for us. My boyfriend took a nap too, rather far from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And then, after a while, I woke up suddenly and saw my boyfriend's curious face. He said I was delirious. Yes, I felt restless in my sleep but I didn't know I was delirious. Maybe because I caught fever...&lt;br /&gt;I've said in my last post that my class will go to Malang for olympiad. But... Our class tutor seems like she doesn't agree with this agenda. And she talked something bad too, some of my friends were crying because of that... We all hate her. She just can't speak something good.&lt;br /&gt;And, she always claims that she's &lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;OUR MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;. My heart shouted, NO YOU'RE NOT. I only have &lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;ONE MOTHER&lt;/span&gt; forever. &lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;My mother&lt;/span&gt; gave me birth, &lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; DIDN'T. &lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;My mother&lt;/span&gt; has known and kept me for 16 years, WHILE &lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; KNOWS ME FOR ONLY 1.5 YEARS, AND &lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; ONLY KNOWS MY NAME. So, how could she claim herself as OUR MOTHER? SHE'S OUR TEACHER. NOT OUR MOTHER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-342632636714614683?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/342632636714614683/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/342632636714614683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/342632636714614683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-8780852069589294566</id><published>2011-11-09T19:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:20:44.574+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Random Again ♥</title><content type='html'>Hellooo...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today was sooo cold, because last night was raining heavily... And then my boyfriend lend me his jacket. Hmm actually it's my jacket, but he has used it for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special for today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot something. Before went home, my boyfriend asked me to dance together. Classical dance like in Disney's Princess... Hihi. I can't dance, neither does him. It's very funny...&lt;br /&gt;And.. Hey. In 4 days my class (UNIC) will go to University of Brawijaya (Malang) for olympiad. It will be soooooooooooo fun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See u soon&amp;nbsp; ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-8780852069589294566?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/8780852069589294566/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8780852069589294566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8780852069589294566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-again.html' title='Random Again ♥'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-7538931794907272051</id><published>2011-11-08T18:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:08:36.874+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Start Posting in English (Random)</title><content type='html'>Okaayyy..... Here we gooooo..&lt;br /&gt;Ehm.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start posting my blog in English. I hope my English writing skill will be much better...&lt;br /&gt;Start with random things.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my boyfriend gave me lots of chocolate. He knows I'm very fond of chocolate :3&lt;br /&gt;Hihi...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bought Sariayu black eyebrow pencil in Kitty Baby Shop. Yeah I know it's strange how a Baby Shop sells something like eyebrow pencil.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't use it as eyebrow pencil, but eyeliner pencil. It's difficult to find &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;eyeliner pencil around here. Except you order it in Oriflame or Sophie... But I prefer the cheap one :/&lt;br /&gt;Well I learned to use it, and my boyfriend said I'm not becoming more pretty, but more ugly.. Huhu so sad...&lt;br /&gt;And today my friend Anggit brought a red lipliner pencil and she used it as eyeliner. She applied heavily and made her eyes look swollen. And I tried to use it too as eyeliner, and of course I looked strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post another story soon.&lt;br /&gt;Bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-7538931794907272051?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/7538931794907272051/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/start.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7538931794907272051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/7538931794907272051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/start.html' title='Start Posting in English (Random)'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-112263481276932783</id><published>2011-11-07T19:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:07:21.083+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>A true friend ♥</title><content type='html'>It's OK to have many friends. But soon you'll realize that you can only have 1 true friend.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks God I've found mine. &lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-112263481276932783?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/112263481276932783/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/112263481276932783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/112263481276932783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-friend.html' title='A true friend ♥'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-8395344875751432139</id><published>2011-10-04T19:13:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:25:27.360+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Puti... :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;2 tahun lagi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Ketika kita akan melanjutkan pendidikan ke perguruan tinggi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Kita pasti akan jauh, bukan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Puti... Aku terlalu terbiasa menjalani hari-hariku bersamamu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Ketika kita akan jauh nanti...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Lalu siapa yang akan aku berikan senyuman manja di pagi hari?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan duduk di sampingku saat mendengarkan pelajaran di sekolah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan belajar bersamaku sebelum ulangan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan mengerjakan PR bersamaku sebelum guru datang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa lagi, Puti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan berbahagia bersamaku saat aku bahagia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan bersedih bersamaku saat aku bersedih?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan tertawa bersamaku karena hal-hal yang kita anggap lucu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan merangkul bahuku dan menenangkanku saat aku dapat masalah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan menegurku ketika aku mulai bertindak seenakku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan memberiku nasihat ketika aku salah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan selalu berbagi cerita bahagia maupun cerita sedihnya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan selalu ada saat aku butuh bantuan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan selalu menerima saranku tentang pribadinya maupun masalahnya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Ketika aku tertidur di kelas, siapa yang akan mengganjal tasnya di kepalaku sebagai bantal, memelukku dan mencium keningku, serta membelai lembut kepalaku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan meminjamkan tangannya untuk selalu ku genggam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan meminjamkan tubuh kekarnya untuk selalu ku peluk ketika aku rindu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan melambaikan tangannya ketika akan pulang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa, Puti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Siapa yang akan selalu jadi sahabat terbaikku bagaimanapun keadaanku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Puti... Aku takut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Aku takut menghadapi dunia yang keras, semakin keras jika kau jauh dariku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Puti... Aku tak ingin jauh darimu. Aku tak sanggup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Namun bagaimana caranya Puti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Puti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Aku sangat mencintaimu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Hampir 3 tahun kita bersama membuatku mengerti bagaimana kita harus saling menghargai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Bagaimana kita menyikapi lingkungan yang kadang tidak ramah terhadap hubungan kita. Bagaimana aku mencintai seseorang dengan tulus dan begitu dalam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puti, aku sangat mencintaimu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHj_6JulV0E/Tor5cEWHDSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/87m_NgIXpnQ/s1600/CIMG9411+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHj_6JulV0E/Tor5cEWHDSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/87m_NgIXpnQ/s400/CIMG9411+-+Copy.JPG" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/3147985301528941442-8395344875751432139?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/8395344875751432139/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/10/puti.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8395344875751432139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8395344875751432139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/10/puti.html' title='Puti... :&apos;('/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHj_6JulV0E/Tor5cEWHDSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/87m_NgIXpnQ/s72-c/CIMG9411+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-4057642263727820644</id><published>2011-09-21T22:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:48:06.873+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILoveYou :*</title><content type='html'>I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you soooo much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-4057642263727820644?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4057642263727820644/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/09/iloveyou.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4057642263727820644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4057642263727820644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/09/iloveyou.html' title='ILoveYou :*'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-5548785300863330303</id><published>2011-07-23T07:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T07:53:14.692+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My Birthday ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Tanggal 21 Juli 2011 kemarin ulangtahunku yang ke 16.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Hari itu menjadi hari yang benar-benar tak terlupakan bagiku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pagi hari, biasanya teman-temanku mengirimkan SMS selamat ulangtahun buatku, tapi hari itu aku hanya mendapat dua SMS dari Luil dan Dian. Bahkan Dika gak ngucapin apa-apa sama sekali sama aku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Terus di sekolah, aku kayak dicuekin gitu.. Bahkan ada temenku Nabila yg jadi agak agak musuhin aku gitu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Trus gak ada yg ngucapin met ultah ke aku... Waaaa sedihnya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Hari itu rasanya aku seperti dikucilkan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Waktu sehabis sholat dhuhur itu, Restu nyampaikan kabar sangat buruk, katanya dia lihat Dika boncengan sama cewek, sambil pelukan.. Aku gak tau waktu itu refleknya aku malah nangis...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Trus aku digojlokin tementemen katanya Dika udah lupa sama aku.. Aku jadi tambah sedih aja. :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Aku juga takut Dika gak nepatin janjinya, dia udah janji mau dateng ke sekolah waktu hari ulangtahunku.... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Sore harinya sebelum pulang sekolah, di sekolahku ada&amp;nbsp; program namanya Silent Time, semua anak harus bawa buku bacaan untuk dipresentasikan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Sebelum sholat ashar itu aku baru nyadar, bnukuku hilang.. Aku bingung banget, trus aku bilang ke Bu Hima katanya aku harus menjalani hukuman seperti anakanak lain yang gak bawa buku.. Yaudah aku gak ikut silent time, berdiri di tengah lapangan sama anak-anak kelas satu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Pas hukumanku udah selesai, ternyata ada hukuman lagi untuk kelasku XI IPA soalnya salah satu anak&amp;nbsp; ngomong pake Bahasa Indonesia (harusnya ngomong pake Bahasa Inggris setiap saat). Hukumannya berdiri di tengah lapangan slama 15 menit..&lt;br /&gt;Aku mah udah pasrah aja, aku berdiri dah sambil nunduk, tapi aku agak curiga soalnya kok banyak tementemen yang gak ikut berdiri..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ternyata dari belakang ada yang nyiramin aku sesuatu, gak tau itu apa kayaknya air tepung ada kecapnya gak tau lagi apa dah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;trus ada ygang ngelemparin telor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Aku gak nyangka tementemen mau ngerjain aku sampe segitu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Trus dari&amp;nbsp; jauh aku liat seseorang pake jaket item... Dika!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Aku malu dia liat aku dengan kondisi sedemikian buruknya, kerudung berantakan, baju basah bau amis, belepotan tepung, tapi aku juga udah kangeeeen banget sama anak ganteng itu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Dia sambil bawa kue jannah yang ada lilin angka 16 nya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;banyak angin, langsung kutiup abis make a wish, trus ya biasa colek-colekan krim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Dika ngasih aku kado, tapi kubuka dirumah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Trus tementemen nyalamin aku met ultah sama doain aku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Trus aku ganti baju, dan sebelumnya ada iguana ygh mengatakan sesuatu yg ga enak.. Duh kok mesti ada ya orang yang ngerusak suasana di hari bahagia,... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Dika juga ngasih oleholeh dari kediri, gantungan kunci buat aku sama gethuk pisang buat ibuku..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Pas di rumah.. aku buka kadonya ternyata isinya boneka beruang.. Bukan boneka beruang biasa karena dia beruang madu.. "Beruang madu" adalah&amp;nbsp; panggilan sayangku ke Dika..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Aku kasih nama Ruru, Ruru jadi temen tidurku yang sering aku pelukpeluk kalau aku lagi kangen sama Dika..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Segitu aja ceritaku hari ini :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya ada fotofotonya juga, big thanks to Nabila :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldgwBrTxvQ0/TioYK3mDuHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2ScSnEEYaso/s1600/189309_260726887276435_100000173769808_1277339_2771868_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldgwBrTxvQ0/TioYK3mDuHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2ScSnEEYaso/s320/189309_260726887276435_100000173769808_1277339_2771868_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kmQCBXVnRNA/TioYL2sr-lI/AAAAAAAAAOg/A7Ck4zUu8Do/s1600/246685_260731660609291_100000173769808_1277409_2480605_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kmQCBXVnRNA/TioYL2sr-lI/AAAAAAAAAOg/A7Ck4zUu8Do/s320/246685_260731660609291_100000173769808_1277409_2480605_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0r3zjvRLR0/TioYNmM-21I/AAAAAAAAAOk/f9e9PAPJbuY/s1600/262805_260731413942649_100000173769808_1277405_5969645_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0r3zjvRLR0/TioYNmM-21I/AAAAAAAAAOk/f9e9PAPJbuY/s320/262805_260731413942649_100000173769808_1277405_5969645_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/3147985301528941442-5548785300863330303?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5548785300863330303/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5548785300863330303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5548785300863330303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday ♥'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldgwBrTxvQ0/TioYK3mDuHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2ScSnEEYaso/s72-c/189309_260726887276435_100000173769808_1277339_2771868_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-8090714678455512652</id><published>2011-07-15T09:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:46:42.311+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>LDR :(</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;Kayaknya sekarang aku sama Dika sudah kayak LDRan ajaa... ಥ_ಥ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kemaren lusa pas aku terakhir ketemu dia, bilangnya ntar ketemu lagi tanggal 8 Agustus, itu berarti sebulan lagi... :((((&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling penting adalah, kemungkinan besar dia gak bisa ketemu aku pas 21 Juli (ultahku) , ya Allah sedihnya...&lt;br /&gt;Dika lagi ada di Kediri, ikut Porprov. Dia itu atlet renang, guys :(&lt;br /&gt;Ntar pulang ke rumahnya tanggal 22, dilanjutkan sama latihan Paskib..&lt;br /&gt;Yaa keren memang, tapi aku juga sangat khawatir dia kan abis kecelakaan sebulan yg lalu, duh semoga dia gak kenapa2. :(((&lt;br /&gt;Aku gak boleh sedih, tanggal 26 Juni kemaren aku juga udah ninggalin dia selama kuranglebih 4 hari di Malaysia, tanpa komunikasi sama sekali. Aku waktu itu ikut ANZCA Music Festival 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Memang sih sekarang aku masih bisa komunikasi sama Dika, tapi agak susah soalnya dia sibuk di sana.&lt;br /&gt;Kan jadi berasaberasa Long Distance Relationship getoohh... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-8090714678455512652?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/8090714678455512652/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/07/ldr.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8090714678455512652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/8090714678455512652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/07/ldr.html' title='LDR :('/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-2421649322002739634</id><published>2011-07-07T19:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T19:12:24.385+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Jalan Lagi ♥</title><content type='html'>Hari ini aku jalan lagi sama Dika...&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang agak jauh dikit, makan batagor yg timurnya Delta itu..&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya ke ATM dulu ngambil duit, trus ke delta, baru makan.&lt;br /&gt;Seru deh pokoknya berasa pacaran sungguhan :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-2421649322002739634?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/2421649322002739634/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/07/jalan-lagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/2421649322002739634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/2421649322002739634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/07/jalan-lagi.html' title='Jalan Lagi ♥'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-1089883875423621724</id><published>2011-07-05T19:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:54:08.353+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Cerita Hari Ini</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini tanggal 5 Juli 2011 ada rapat panitia MOS di sekolah.. Walaupun liburan gak apalah dateng, soalnya bisa ketemu yayangku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rapatnya itu selesai sekitar jam setengah 12... Trus kan masih kangen gitu masa langsung pulang?&lt;br /&gt;Aku ngajak jalan... Tapi agak susah juga sih soalnya Dika kemaren-kemaren abis kecelakaan trus patah tulang. Jadinya gak bisa bawa sepeda motor.. Tapi akhirnya berangkat juga ke Stadion naik angkot.&lt;br /&gt;Pikirku ngapain ya di sana? Udah nyampek sana kita pesen jus trus duduk-duduk.. Duduknya di depan kolam teratai.. Ngobrolin banyak hal. Trus foto berdua gitu...&lt;br /&gt;Aku jadi ngerasa kayak orang pacaran beneran deh.. Hehe soalnya jarang-jarang nih aku keluar bareng Dika, apalagi cuman berdua. Tapi waktu terasa cepet sekali berlalu, kita di sana cuman setengah jam. Aku takut mau keluar lama-lama... &lt;br /&gt;Yaudah akhirnya kita pulang, aku nyeberang bareng Dika, trus nunggu sampe aku dapet angkot pulang ke Paiton. Trus ada angkot aku pamitan sama Dika trus naik, pulang deh... Dika pulangnya jalan padahal rumahnya agak jauh dari situ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segitu aja ceritaku hari ini,&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-1089883875423621724?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1089883875423621724/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/07/cerita-hari-ini.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1089883875423621724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1089883875423621724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/07/cerita-hari-ini.html' title='Cerita Hari Ini'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-4577564926649594964</id><published>2011-05-03T22:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:55:42.038+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Message For You</title><content type='html'>Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you act like we never met before? Why do you greet her with tons of smile, and greet me with an ordinary face? you know that we had been friends for such a long time. But now it seems that I'm nobody.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you have NEW friends. I'm not getting mad for those you called NEW friends.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not getting mad for the old friend you contacted all time. I'm not getting mad because you never contact me.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOBODY. I'm trying to understand what's happening between us. But you should know it's pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when we met in some kinds of reunion. I noticed that when you met her, you shouted her name and gave her a cuddle. But when you met me? Yo just say hello, and give a little smile.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you keep in touch with her. I know you always share your story of your new life with her. I know and I read tons of mails you've sent to her, telling your problem or something. But me? Naaahhh, never.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I envy her for being contacted by you in every social networking media. But how about me?? Naaaahhh, sometimes I contacted you, and you respond like i'm NOBODY for you. If i don't say hello to you first, i know you'll never contact me.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. We had been friends from we were still in 7th grade. How about her? I know you have been friends from 9th grade. Yes this is my confession that I ENVY HER.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanna say this from the beginning, I ENVY HER for being SOMEBODY for you.&lt;br /&gt;I think we're friends forever, but now I think you don't recognize me as your friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand, what the hell is going on with me? Am I going bad or something, till you keep away from me. Do I have some changes in my attitude? Or am I stinky now?&lt;br /&gt;I really want you to know that I miss you eventhough you miss her more :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm going lazy to meet you again because I know, I know I'll only get "Hello" and a little smile, while she gets a big laugh and cuddles and lots of story and bla bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I ENVY HER.&lt;br /&gt;I writed this in my blog because I know you won't read it. I know you never check my blog while I check yours for thousands time.&lt;br /&gt;But if you read it and you know that you're the girl I'm talking about, I will be so glad.&lt;br /&gt;And you should know that I don't want any change for your self. Just forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nobody,&lt;br /&gt;Farah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-4577564926649594964?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4577564926649594964/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/05/message-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4577564926649594964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4577564926649594964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/05/message-for-you.html' title='A Message For You'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-1176203557394331973</id><published>2011-05-03T19:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:29:25.202+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Selamat Ulang Tahun, Beruang Madu</title><content type='html'>Dear ma lovely blog..&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin, Hari Senin tanggal 2 Mei 2011 adalah Hari Pendidikan Nasional / Hardiknas. Artinya apa??? Beruang madu ku juga berulang tahun. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kemarin dia mentraktir aku dan beberapa teman-teman UNIC ke Pondok Juice di Kandangjati sana. Paginya kan ada upacara Hardiknas, terus siangnya udah boleh pulang. Tapi aku sempet mangkel juga soalnya si Dika masih ada rapat OSIS. Rapatnya Dika sih cuman sebentar, tapi kita masih harus nunggu Faisal yang rapatnya masih lama. Ditambah juga cuaca waktu itu tidak mendukung. Aku nyangkanya sih gak jadi ke PeJe, tapi akhirnya jadi juga. Fiuuh....&lt;br /&gt;Aku nyesel juga waktu di PeJe gak bawa kamera, tapi Nabila ternyata mau bela-belain ke rumahnya di Pajarakan ngambil kamera. Kita di PeJe cuman sebentar aja soalnya udah sore. Lagian aku cuman mesen jus jambu ajaaa padahal yg lain pada beli makan. Itupun jus ku dibayarin Dika. Jadi aku gak keluar uang sama sekali.&lt;br /&gt;Terus hari ini, rencananya pulang sekolah tadi Dika mau dikerjain. Dilempar tepung sama telor gituuu. Tapi lagi-lagi dianya ada rapat OSIS. Siapa yang gak mangkel cobaaa. Zzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Temen-temen itu sudah pada nungguin tapi rapatnya gak selesai-selesai sampek banyak yg pulang duluan. Akhirnya aku gak sabar, aku nekat ke ruang rapatnya trus manggil Dika. Dika nya udah tau kalau mau dikerjain jadinya gak mau ikut aku gitu. Trus ada insiden segala, aku jatuh waktu tarik-tarikan sama Dika sampek aku nangis. :/&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya akhirnya Dika dilempar tepung telor sama air sampah. Temen-temen beliin kue juga, di Jannah bakery ituuu tuh. Padahal kan aku bisa bikin kue :(&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kita semua pulang deehhh pulang dengan selamat sampai rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NvUlAj07B94/Tb_z8P2AVjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/21EMe3mbmhs/s1600/228374_223838187631972_100000173769808_1081112_1765362_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NvUlAj07B94/Tb_z8P2AVjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/21EMe3mbmhs/s320/228374_223838187631972_100000173769808_1081112_1765362_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 Mei 2011 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat ulang tahun untuk kekasihku tercinta, Hardika Wahyu Tri Wiyono.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah memudahkan segala urusanmu, menjadikan engkau anak yang berbakti kepada orangtuamu, memberikan kesuksesan bagimu di dunia maupun di akhirat. Dan semoga dirimu lah yang menjadi suamiku di masa depan.. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;Aku sayang Dika. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-1176203557394331973?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1176203557394331973/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/05/selamat-ulang-tahun-beruang-madu.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1176203557394331973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1176203557394331973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/05/selamat-ulang-tahun-beruang-madu.html' title='Selamat Ulang Tahun, Beruang Madu'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NvUlAj07B94/Tb_z8P2AVjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/21EMe3mbmhs/s72-c/228374_223838187631972_100000173769808_1081112_1765362_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-1049637332407646415</id><published>2011-02-22T21:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:22:25.207+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanaman di Sekitar Lapangan Basket</title><content type='html'>Well hellooooo....&lt;br /&gt;Postingku kali ini berkaitan tentang biologi, karena memang ini tugas biologi guys :)&lt;br /&gt;Kelompokku itu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anggita Ratih Iriyanti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kholidah Farah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Farah Fajrina Amalia (saya sendiri)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Langsung saja ya...&lt;br /&gt;Tugas kami adalah mendata spesies tumbuhan yang mengelilingi lapangan basket di sekolahku.&lt;br /&gt;Ini dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Lidah Mertua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeUaL9PX-i0/TWO_-wFtgcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PVom87XfD44/s1600/CIMG6315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeUaL9PX-i0/TWO_-wFtgcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PVom87XfD44/s200/CIMG6315.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sansevieria trifasciata Prain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Klasifikasi:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kingdom: Plantae (Tumbuhan)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Subkingdom: Tracheobionta (Tumbuhan berpembuluh)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Super Divisi: Spermatophyta (Menghasilkan biji)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Divisi: Magnoliophyta (Tumbuhan berbunga)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kelas: Liliopsida (berkeping satu / monokotil)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sub Kelas: Liliidae&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ordo: Liliales&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Famili: Agavaceae &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Genus: Sansevieria&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Spesies: &lt;i&gt;Sansevieria trifasciata Prain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Sosongkokan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGnFmS1r8cs/TWEKrk7ZQ6I/AAAAAAAAANI/hCclcg2PfSg/s1600/18022011%2528007%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGnFmS1r8cs/TWEKrk7ZQ6I/AAAAAAAAANI/hCclcg2PfSg/s200/18022011%2528007%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rhoeo discolor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Klasifikasi:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kingdom: Plantae (Tumbuhan)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Subkingdom: Tracheobionta (Tumbuhan berpembuluh)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Super Divisi: Spermatophyta (Menghasilkan biji)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Divisi: Magnoliophyta (Tumbuhan berbunga)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kelas: Liliopsida (berkeping satu / monokotil)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sub Kelas: Commelinidae&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ordo: Commelinales&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Famili: Commelinaceae &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Genus: Rhoeo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Spesies: &lt;i&gt;Rhoeo discolor &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Palem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3J6Z21Q7OWQ/TWO_5849vAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NhEZSODlZiU/s1600/CIMG6313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3J6Z21Q7OWQ/TWO_5849vAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NhEZSODlZiU/s200/CIMG6313.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Palem&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Klasifikasi:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kingdom: Plantae&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Divisi: Magnoliophyta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Kelas: Liliopsida&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Famili: Arecaceae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-1049637332407646415?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1049637332407646415/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/02/tanaman-di-sekitar-lapangan-basket.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1049637332407646415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1049637332407646415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/02/tanaman-di-sekitar-lapangan-basket.html' title='Tanaman di Sekitar Lapangan Basket'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeUaL9PX-i0/TWO_-wFtgcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PVom87XfD44/s72-c/CIMG6315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-5842908082733749168</id><published>2011-02-08T20:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:29:52.330+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Impian Masa Depanku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hai semua…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dari tadi pagi aku membayangkan konsep posting ini (lebay banget kan?), dan akhirnya malam ini aku punya kesempatan nge-blog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dan yang ingin aku bicarakan adalah tentang… Impianku untuk masa depan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anak sekolahan memang sering banget ditanyain sama gurunya, apa cita-citamu? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dan waktu awal-awal masuk SMA wali kelasku, Ustadzah Hima, juga bertanya hal serupa waktu mentoring.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teman-temanku (di kelas mentoring itu semuanya cewek), kebanyakan menjawab ingin jadi guru, dosen, akuntan, pengusaha, dokter, dan berbagai macam profesi lainnya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aku menjawab, aku ingin menjadi seorang ibu rumah tangga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ustadzah Hima berkata dengan blak-blakan, “Sederhana sekali!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yah, sebenarnya aku agak sakit hati dengan ucapan Ustadzah Hima waktu itu, karena impianku itu tidak sesederhana itu. Tentunya waktu itu aku gak punya waktu dan keberanian untuk menjelaskan ibu rumah tangga seperti apakah aku ingin menjadi. Tiba-tiba saja aku ingin bicara mengenai ini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Di masa depan, aku ingin kuliah. Aku ingin kampusku serta jurusannya adalah pilihan orangtuaku, apapun itu akan kumasuki.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lalu setelah lulus kuliah, aku ingin apa?? Aku ingin membuka sebuah bakery, di&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;mana aku akan menonjolkan satu kekhasan dari bakery ku, yaitu cita rasa homemade. Aku suka sekali roti dan kue-kue bikinan ibuku, aku yakin semua orang juga suka sekali makanan buatan ibu mereka. Jadi untuk mereka yang sudah muak terhadap makanan bikinan pabrik dengan sekian juta macam bahan kimia, aku sarankan mencoba mampir ke bakery ku. Aku akan mengupayakan untuk tidak menggunakan bahan kimia sama sekali jika memungkinkan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lalu, aku akan menikah dengan satu-satunya pria yang ingin kunikahi. Tentu saja cowok itu adalah &lt;b&gt;Dika&lt;/b&gt;. Dia adalah cowokku, sahabatku, sekaligus kakakku, yang bisa mengerti aku apapun keadaanku. Semoga saja impianku yang ini bener-bener terwujud ya Allah…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inilah cowok yang dimaksud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1366.snc4/163836_1665083240318_1634390386_1467130_294773_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1366.snc4/163836_1665083240318_1634390386_1467130_294773_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Setelah menikah, aku ingin punya anak. Hal ini wajar kan? Dan salah satu dari anak-anakku ingin kuberi nama Aisha Kaffah. Aku ingin punya anak-anak yang soleh dan solihah, yang bisa mengangkat aku dan suamiku ke surga. Aku ingin punya anak-anak yang hafidz (hafal Al-Qur’an). Aku ingin anak-anakku termasuk orang-orang yang bertakwa dan berpendidikan tinggi serta berjasa dalam masyarakatnya. Semoga impianku terkabul… Karena bukankah tidak semua wanita bisa mempunyai keturunan? Semoga saja aku bisa membahagiakan suamiku dengan memberinya keturunan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sebagai ibu yang baik, aku ingin sukses dalam mendidik anak-anakku. Aku ingin memilihkan sekolah yang terbaik untuk mereka. Aku ingin mendidik mereka dalam hal akhlak dan moral. Aku tidak ingin menjadi wanita karier, jadi mungkin bakery ku akan aku sewakan untuk sementara. Aku ingin fokus dalam mendidik dan merawat keluargaku. Juga untuk membahagiakan suamiku tercinta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saat aku yakin anak-anakku sudah mengurangi ketergantungan terhadapku, aku akan melanjutkan bisnisku sebelum menikah dulu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Setelah anak-anakku tumbuh dewasa, aku akan melihat mereka dibanggakan oleh masyarakat. Aku pun dengan bangga berkata, itu anakku… Satu per satu mereka akan meninggalkanku untuk hidup bersama pasangan masing-masing…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jadi tinggallah aku berdua dengan suamiku di masa tua kami, masa-masa kedamaian dan tinggal menunggu ajal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saat aku meninggal pun, aku dikelilingi oleh wajah-wajah yang sangat aku cintai. Suamiku tercinta, laki-laki yang setia menemaniku sehidup semati, lalu anak-anakku tersayang. Aku akan meninggal dengan damai dan penuh kenyamanan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sebuah kisah hidup yang sangat indah bila Allah mengabulkan semuanya…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh ya, bila masih ada yang bertanya-tanya apa istimewanya menjadi seorang ibu rumah tangga. Menurutku ibu rumah tangga merupakan profesi terbaik untuk seorang wanita. Cukup dengan menjadi seorang ibu dan istri yang baik seorang wanita bisa masuk surga. Aku tak berminat menjadi wanita karier, karena menurutku hal itu akan menyita waktu yang sangat banyak dalam kehidupan sebagai ibu. Akibatnya, anak-anak jarang diurus, mereka akan lebih akrab dengan pembantu/baby sitter mereka, lalu jarang bertemu suami. Rasulullah saja menyarankan putrinya untuk mengerjakan pekerjaan-pekerjaan rumah saja, sedangkan suaminya yang mengerjakan pekerjaan-pekerjaan di luar rumah…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jadi kesimpulannya…..???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-5842908082733749168?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5842908082733749168/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/02/impian-masa-depanku.html#comment-form' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5842908082733749168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5842908082733749168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/02/impian-masa-depanku.html' title='Impian Masa Depanku'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-1194275202008912418</id><published>2011-02-07T19:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T19:55:58.292+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooo.... I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Hai teman semua! Apa kabar?&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, aku resmi kembali pada blog ini, http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com karena blog yang http://farah.theprincesspink.com sudah ditutup.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi... Akhirnyaaaaaa.... Aku cuma punya satu blog! Semoga saja aku konsisten dengan blog ini sampai seterusnya ya...&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Gak banyak yang aku lakukan akhir-akhir ini...&lt;br /&gt;Aku sekarang mulai sering dengerin radio. Yeah memang agak ketinggalan tapi biarlah. Biasanya aku dengerin Prosa FM (98,2 FM) tiap Selasa jam 8 malem.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Terus....&lt;br /&gt;Sekolah seperti biasa (bosan!)... Belajar hal-hal yang kebanyakan tidak penting untuk kehidupan (Astaghfirullah).. Tapi memang benar kan? Contohnya untuk apa menghafal Undang-Undang mengenai Hak Asasi Manusia.. Untuk apa? Toh kan kita juga tahu HAM itu dilindungi di Indonesia, untuk apa menghafal Undang-Undang nomor berapakah yang membahas tentang HAM.. (Maaf bagi guru PKn yang tersinggung..)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Terus..&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, seperti yang telah aku sebutkan di blogku yang dulu, aku sebenernya sudah p***s dengan Dika, tapi ternyata hubungan kami masih baik-baik saja kok? hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Terus..&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah, aku tadi ingat ingin menulis sesuatu di sini tapi aku lupa!&lt;br /&gt;Ya sudahlah, lain kali saja kalau inget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-1194275202008912418?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1194275202008912418/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/02/helloooo-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1194275202008912418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1194275202008912418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2011/02/helloooo-im-back.html' title='Helloooo.... I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-3904672049801004460</id><published>2010-09-16T13:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:10:58.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Lagi</title><content type='html'>Halo!&lt;br /&gt;Sudah jadi kebiasaanku bikin blog dan gak diurus :(&lt;br /&gt;Aku bikin blog lagi guys, tapi di Wordpress. Ini alamatnya: &lt;a href="http://farah.theprincesspink.com%20/"&gt;http://farah.theprincesspink.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tanya soal nama domainnya ya... :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, maunya sih aku bisa ngurus dua blog ini sekaligus. Tapi yaaa aku udah pesimis duluan.&lt;br /&gt;Ngurus satu blog aja nggak genah apalagi dua blog?&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku bakalan lebih sering update yang &lt;a href="http://farah.theprincesspink.com%20/"&gt;http://farah.theprincesspink.com&lt;/a&gt; itu...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jadi jangan lupa mampir! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah Amalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-3904672049801004460?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/3904672049801004460/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-lagi.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3904672049801004460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/3904672049801004460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-lagi.html' title='Blog Lagi'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-5592759441205046589</id><published>2010-08-23T19:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:46:24.089+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Aku Murid SMA</title><content type='html'>Huallooowwwww sudah lama tidak nge-post -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Abis gak tau apa yang harus di posting (gak bakat nulis)&lt;br /&gt;Jadi sekarang kenapa aku membuat posting? Karena sedang tidak ada kerjaan. Kemarin-kemarin sibuk terus sih -_-" haha&lt;br /&gt;O ya aku belum cerita kan kalau aku udah SMA?&lt;br /&gt;SMA ku itu namanya SMA Tunas Luhur. Jangan tanya dimana? Soalnya cuma di Paiton aja. Gudang Garam ke selatan.&lt;br /&gt;Apa istimewanya SMA Tunas Luhur? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm poin pertama adalah: &lt;b&gt;dekat dari rumah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa yang gak pengen SMA jauh-jauh, aku juga pengen banget lah. Tapi sayang sekali ortu tidak setuju :'( huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;Jadilah aku sekolah di SMA terdekat.&lt;br /&gt;Poin kedua adalah: &lt;b&gt;ICP (International Class Program)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama kali tau program itu, jujur aku kepengen banget. Aku bayangkan guru-guru yang profesional, kelas berbahasa Inggris 100%. Tapi faktanya...&lt;br /&gt;Poin ketiga: &lt;b&gt;Dika juga di situ.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe hal ini tidak perlu dijelaskan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm apa lagi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masuk SMA Tunas Luhur juga mempertimbangkan beberapa kekurangannya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ga suka tempatnya yang amat sangat tidak strategis (jauh dari warung, counter, dll) jadi ribet..&lt;br /&gt;Trus juga sekolah baru jadi masih gersang miskin pohon. Di sana bakalan sering pusing deh kekurangan oksigen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ternyata, sungguh banyak sekali hal-hal yang tidak aku duga di sini.&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu contoh sederhana adalah soal kedisiplinan.&lt;br /&gt;Di SMP ku, SMP Bhakti Pertiwi, gak ada murid yang berani pake kerudung bebas ke sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi di SMA, hal itu jadi sesuatu yang sangat wajar...&lt;br /&gt;Juga waktu apel pagi, tidak menggunakan dasi dan topi, juga sepatu bukan hitam, adalah hal yang biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibuku berulang kali bilang jangan kaget, aku harus siap melihat hal-hal yang aneh waktu pertama masuk SMA. Tapi hal yang kayak begini rasanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan maksudku menjelek-jelekkan SMA Tunas Luhur ya. Aku gak yakin di SMA lain hal-hal tadi tidak terjadi juga. Tapi kan aku tidak tahu?&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuma kaget dengan kehidupan bari di SMA. Cuman itu aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soal temen-temen baru sih.. Aku udah sreg kok sama mereka. Walaupun memang berbeda dengan teman-teman SMP. Tapi aku ga mau juga kan kalau sama persis? Tapi yang penting aku udah ngerasa cukup nyaman sama mereka. Tapi kebanyakan teman-temanku juga yang dari SMP BP kok. Ya sama aja sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cukup sekian posting gak jelas ini, kurang lebihnya mohon maaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-5592759441205046589?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5592759441205046589/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/08/aku-murid-sma.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5592759441205046589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5592759441205046589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/08/aku-murid-sma.html' title='Aku Murid SMA'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-2059099006580548987</id><published>2010-06-09T19:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:24:39.215+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Selamat Ulang Tahun Matthew James Bellamy</title><content type='html'>Sekarang tanggal 9 Juni 2010. Matthew James Bellamy, vokalis sekaligus pianis sekaligus gitaris sekaligus composer untuk MUSE, sedang berulangtahun. Hari ini ia tepat berusia 32 tahun. Wow, ternyata ia sudah tua!&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin mengucapkan selamat ulang tahun buat Bellamy, tapi yang bisa aku lakukan cuma posting di blog aneh ini. Aku tak yakin dia bisa melihat postingan ini. Tapi biarlah, yang penting aku sudah berusaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka Bellamy, aku suka semua lagu-lagunya. Yang paling aku suka adalah permainan pianonya yang sangat keren. :)&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa orang juga suka musik Bellamy dan bahkan sampai menjiplaknya (seperti d'Masiv itu).&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa orang suka Bellamy dan menjadikannya sebagai soundtrack filmnya yang menurutku agak konyol (seperti Twilight Saga).&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa orang suka Bellamy tapi tidak punya uang untuk membeli CD aslinya (seperti aku. Aku cuma punya CD The Resistance).&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa orang suka Bellamy dan mereka hadir di setiap konser Muse, punya semua CD dan DVD nya, koleksi kaos dan merchandise Muse lainnya. Pernah bertatap muka langsung dengan Bellamy, Howard, dan Wolstenholme dan pernah berbicara langsung dengan mereka. Hal ini sungguh membuat aku iri.&lt;br /&gt;Oya, aku beritahu ya apa yang membuat aku sukaaaa sekali dengan Bellamy.&lt;br /&gt;Yang pertama adalah permainan piano nya yang sangat mengagumkan. Aku juga bermain piano dan aku kadang suka belajar dengan lagu-lagu Bellamy.&lt;br /&gt;Yang kedua adalah permainan musik live nya. Aku suka melihat DVD konsernya. Aksi panggungnya begitu hidup dan berkarakter. Berbeda sekali dengan band-band Indonesia yang bisanya cuma lip-sync.&lt;br /&gt;Yang ketiga adalah lagu-lagunya. Aku tidak tahu mengapa aku suka sekali dengan lagu-lagu yang dibawakan Muse. Terasa cocok sekali di telingaku.&lt;br /&gt;Yang keempat adalah.... Tak lain adalah aksen Inggrisnya. Aku suka sekali dengan aksen Inggris. XD&lt;br /&gt;Bellamy dengan sukses telah membuat aku jatuh cinta dengan suara falsetto dengan aksen Inggris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya daritadi aku ngoceh belum tak kasih gambarnya. Ok ini dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://u.kaskus.us/2/wwe4vdjy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://u.kaskus.us/2/wwe4vdjy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew James Bellamy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aku bingung deh mau ngomong apa lagi. Ok kalau gitu sebagai penutup aku ingin bilang :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bellamy... &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-2059099006580548987?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/2059099006580548987/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/06/selamat-ulang-tahun-matthew-james.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/2059099006580548987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/2059099006580548987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/06/selamat-ulang-tahun-matthew-james.html' title='Selamat Ulang Tahun Matthew James Bellamy'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-5598662817346874792</id><published>2010-03-08T13:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:48:00.003+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Antara Aku dan Lautan</title><content type='html'>Apa kabar, lautku?&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi kulintasi bukit&lt;br /&gt;Untuk bertemu denganmu lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatkah engkau, wahai laut?&lt;br /&gt;Saat terakhir kita bertemu&lt;br /&gt;Saat aku melangkah di atas pasirmu yang lembut&lt;br /&gt;Saat air hangatmu membelai kulitku&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah sangat indah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin, wahai lautan.&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi bagian darimu&lt;br /&gt;Bukan saat aku menyentuh airmu&lt;br /&gt;Bukan saat semilir anginmu menggelitik wajahku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin, wahai lautan.&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi bagian darimu&lt;br /&gt;Saat manusia mennyebutmu ia pun menyebutku&lt;br /&gt;Saat manusia menyentuhku ia pun menyentuhku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lautan, dengarkan aku&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan aku beristirahat dengan tenang&lt;br /&gt;Ditemani kegelapan palungmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihatlah aku akan naik kembali&lt;br /&gt;Menembus permukaan&lt;br /&gt;Terus ke langit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihatlah aku akan jatuh dengan anggun&lt;br /&gt;Meresapi tanahmu&lt;br /&gt;Pasirmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan kembali dalam kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan menjadi dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Agar kau tak perlu mendengarkan segala keluh kesahku&lt;br /&gt;Agar kau tak perlu menjawabnya dengan deburan ombak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah akan sangat indah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-5598662817346874792?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5598662817346874792/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/03/antara-aku-dan-lautan.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5598662817346874792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5598662817346874792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/03/antara-aku-dan-lautan.html' title='Antara Aku dan Lautan'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-1404841698245426259</id><published>2010-03-08T13:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:48:33.773+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Kau</title><content type='html'>Bukan seperti sinar bulan yang pudar&lt;br /&gt;Akan terbitnya matahari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan seperti ular&lt;br /&gt;Yang melepaskan selongsongnya lalu pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tak akan tergantikan&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah bulan selalu menunjukkan sisi yang sama?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-1404841698245426259?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/1404841698245426259/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/03/kau.html#comment-form' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1404841698245426259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/1404841698245426259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/03/kau.html' title='Kau'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-5427976551382906862</id><published>2010-02-27T07:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:52:31.976+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Good Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.newsok.com/bamsblog/files/2009/03/boy-in-striped-pajamas-dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://blog.newsok.com/bamsblog/files/2009/03/boy-in-striped-pajamas-dvd.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkzIC_bwxT8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkzIC_bwxT8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-5427976551382906862?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/5427976551382906862/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5427976551382906862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/5427976551382906862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-film.html' title='A Good Film'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-6114678520364813940</id><published>2010-02-21T15:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:53:07.189+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Aku Suka Kahitna</title><content type='html'>Tau Kahitna kan? Pasti tau lah.&lt;br /&gt;Emang ada apa dengan Kahitna? Ya gak apa sih, aku cuma suka aja.&lt;br /&gt;Banyak yang bilang kalau lagu Kahitna itu cewek banget. Iya tah?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau menurutku lagu mereka itu cuma romantis. Dan aku sangat sangat suka lagu yang judulnya "Cinta Sudah Lewat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sekolah aku sering nyanyi-nyanyi sendiri sampai temen-temenku pada bosan.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenapa ya kok aku suka lagu itu?&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin liriknya menggambarkan perasaanku saat ini ya?&lt;br /&gt;Terutama bagian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bila memang cinta tak harus slalu miliki namun nyatanya tak mudah melupakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Bukankah aku suka MUSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Memang genre musiknya Muse sangat berbeda dengan Kahitna. Tapi aku suka keduanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Sudahlah. Terima kasih bagi yang telah bersedia membaca postinganku yang tidak berguna ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-6114678520364813940?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/6114678520364813940/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/02/aku-suka-kahitna.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6114678520364813940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/6114678520364813940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/02/aku-suka-kahitna.html' title='Aku Suka Kahitna'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-499842749948490586</id><published>2010-01-26T13:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:58:04.288+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ich Liebe Dich</title><content type='html'>Sungguh aku tidak berbohong, aku mecintaimu dan itu sudah berlangsung setahun lebih.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak peduli apakah kamu sudah berpaling dariku, atau apakah kamu masih setia mencintaiku.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu aku memang peduli, aku memang berfikir bahwa kamu hanya untukku, hanya aku yang berhak memilikimu, dan lain-lain.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku sudah berfikir lebih dewasa dan memutuskan bahwa hal itu adalah omong kosong.&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku tahu, aku tulus mencintaimu... Hingga kini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-499842749948490586?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/499842749948490586/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/01/ich-liebe-dich.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/499842749948490586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/499842749948490586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2010/01/ich-liebe-dich.html' title='Ich Liebe Dich'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-4893380788586839043</id><published>2009-11-01T10:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:57:05.058+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hidupku</title><content type='html'>Aku menjalani hidup dengan cara yang benar-benar tidak aku harapkan.. Dimana aku harus selalu membohongi hatiku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku penuh dengan kemunafikan, benar-benar memuakkkan!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aku harus selalu berbohong, berbohong agar aku bisa bertahan. Aku tak mau pergi, aku tak mau berpisah, dan aku harus selalu mendusta..&lt;br /&gt;Aku telah terperosok ke dalam jurang ini, di mana aku tahu pasti aku akan merasakan sakit yang amat sangat jika telah mencapai dasarnya, sedangkan aku tak mau kembali ke atas lantaran aku benci..&lt;br /&gt;Aku terjerat dalam ikatan yang aneh, di mana aku tak mau melepaskan diri walaupun aku tahu itu tak baik untukku.. Sedangkan dia, aku tak bisa menebak jalan pikirannya, aku tak tahu apakah selama ini dia juga berbohong seperti aku, ataukah dia benar-benar tulus, aku tak pernah tahu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-4893380788586839043?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/4893380788586839043/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2009/10/hidupku.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4893380788586839043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/4893380788586839043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2009/10/hidupku.html' title='Hidupku'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147985301528941442.post-9113438378613673775</id><published>2009-08-07T13:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:26:42.191+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very First</title><content type='html'>Hello all...&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy to say, at least i can publish this blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to write in English, but it seems so difficult. :(&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll only write in English on this first post. My English wasn't good, so I would like to say sorry for my English. :(&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to introduce myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Farah Amalia, from Indonesia. That's why I can't speak English well :(&lt;br /&gt;You can contact me by e-mail, farah.akatsuki@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, that was enough. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147985301528941442-9113438378613673775?l=farah-amalia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/feeds/9113438378613673775/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/9113438378613673775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147985301528941442/posts/default/9113438378613673775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farah-amalia.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-first.html' title='The Very First'/><author><name>Farah Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04898414293648989591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z3qXaNkcZaI/TU_kXasiYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmMl5cWg8eU/s1600/167295_1654026323902_1634390386_1449158_4494047_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
