<?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-6455054598715014746</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:08:54.580+07:00</updated><category term='Activities'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='Dullness'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>"Gold For The Price Of Silver"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-6826304837097877492?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/6826304837097877492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=6826304837097877492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/6826304837097877492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/6826304837097877492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2010/01/curious.html' title='Curious ?'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-293923458293943017</id><published>2010-01-12T19:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:48:24.298+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Have you ever feel something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;it's like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;when you close your eyes you feel so alone, so lonely you could cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And in that very minute you realized, you're so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;it's like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;when you close your eyes you feel so warm, so happy you smiled by yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And in that very minute you realized, you had someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;it's like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;when you sit side to side you feel peaceful, so secure you would never be apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And in that very minute you realized, you are safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;it's like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;when you sleep, you wish you were the last to close your eyes and the first to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And in that very minute you realized, you are with future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;it's like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;when you walk you feel so free, so free you would run everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And in that very minute you realized, you are holding another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Have you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-293923458293943017?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/293923458293943017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=293923458293943017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/293923458293943017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/293923458293943017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2010/01/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy.'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-278442911583213491</id><published>2009-06-24T12:33:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:20:19.026+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad to graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;With all my pleasure I'm surely are glad to say I'm graduated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And we all do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And for those who are not (yet), as long as the time is ticking and the world still spinning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;enjoy your chance to make the wrongs back to right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And so hey to you all guys !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wasn't it great to spent the whole 3 years together ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Or was it not enough ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Not enough to laugh, cause you have no other people to make you laugh insanely ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Not enough to cry, cause you have no other people to comfort you when you're spilling you heart out ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Not enough to mad, cause you have no other people to cool down your emotion every time you're out of control ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Not enough knowledge, cause you have no other people to teach you what, why, when, where, who and how ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's hard to say goodbye to "us" when on the other side we are happy to know our future are as bright as the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And we all know every goodbye leads to a new hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But are we ready for that "new hello" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Who do we expect to replace our class mates position ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;No one can be like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Remember when you were not in the mood to study ? There's always someone to cheer you up with their crazy behavior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Remember when you can't wait to go to school cause all the problems you had at home ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You always have your mates to sit beside you, hold your hands, and hear all of your stories, and end up hugging you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Remember when you were really down cause all the things that your boy/girlfriend done to you ? Our school mates always gives you the solution, conclusion, or even just a simple joke to make you back to the mood and wipe all your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Remember when you lost your temper and felt like punching someone's face ? Your school mates can always reminds us to take it easy and that not all problems can be solved with emotion. And then you can sit down and tell them the trouble in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3 years passed so fast, and we cry, and we apologize, and we hug, and we thanking each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Never thought high school can be so dramatic in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Reminiscing our stories through our pictures we took, back when we were out together and sat together, teasing everyone and we made jokes that only us can understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;through the topics we spoke, back when we share our secrets and talking about people behind their back, hoping that it was just us who knew what we were talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And through everything that we made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So goodbye laughs and cries, soul mates and backstabbers, girlfriends and boyfriends !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Say goodbye to high school drama !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;See you when I see you ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-278442911583213491?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/278442911583213491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=278442911583213491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/278442911583213491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/278442911583213491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2009/06/glad-to-graduate.html' title='Glad to graduate'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-5150128095544166755</id><published>2008-07-26T00:10:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:51:07.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time pulls me back</title><content type='html'>I've just read a story, something about junior high school moments&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me kinda feel that my time is flawless&lt;br /&gt;Such a perfect time I've spent years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to junior high,&lt;br /&gt;New school, new uniform, new class, and new friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;I remember every single minute from my grade 7 until grade 9&lt;br /&gt;Where I stood, where I sat,&lt;br /&gt;where I laughed, where I cried,&lt;br /&gt;where I was happy, where I was upset&lt;br /&gt;where I made things right, and where I messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where I was, there were my friends who always stood up beside me&lt;br /&gt;I had the best, I had the worst&lt;br /&gt;I've felt the loyalty, I've felt the backstabbed&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love, I fell out of love&lt;br /&gt;I was young, and I grew up&lt;br /&gt;I made the wrongs and I learned&lt;br /&gt;We all write the wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time we still stand in a circle&lt;br /&gt;a circle of what I called friendship with an additional of love&lt;br /&gt;I drew it up as a circle, cause I don't want any square or rectangle&lt;br /&gt;Square and rectangle has end points&lt;br /&gt;but not a circle, a circle has no end&lt;br /&gt;And that's us, we have no end&lt;br /&gt;no end of love, no end of hopes, no end of laughs, we just got no ending of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey there junior high friends !&lt;br /&gt;How are you and how's life treating you ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-5150128095544166755?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/5150128095544166755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=5150128095544166755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/5150128095544166755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/5150128095544166755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-pulls-me-back.html' title='Time pulls me back'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-2098137188842924126</id><published>2008-06-27T23:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:45:44.786+07:00</updated><title type='text'>So cliche</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's a moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;when no word no line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;was left to be spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;we are lost, I'm losing grip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;masterminding our mind to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;then the heart took the role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;defeat all the thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;all the hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;what we wish is what we never had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and what we have as a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;is a virtue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that ourselves doesn't even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but it was just a change of scene anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it can never change the theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now i'm trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;holding on into something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and there was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that was here will always be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;always have, always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6455054598715014746-2098137188842924126?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/2098137188842924126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=2098137188842924126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/2098137188842924126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/2098137188842924126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-cliche.html' title='So cliche'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-8910974456858567636</id><published>2008-06-13T17:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:06:55.782+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Something I got to write down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;not just a thing that belong for a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;not even a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Something got to stay forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;while they say "nothing last forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Common words, feel free to be bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm trying to make a difference here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;we all do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;By protecting a thing with a massive heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;is another amazing act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And in a glance we proud to let everyone know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;we're here with someone to adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And I'm not fooling around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;what's so fun playing with foolish thoughts ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'd give a heart of a teenage girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;for someone with a glowing eyes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;perfect mind in an ideal form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A little girl can cry thousand tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;anytime she feel unsafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Come on and save me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tears of heartbreaks is waiting for me anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So come on and save me now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-8910974456858567636?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/8910974456858567636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=8910974456858567636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/8910974456858567636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/8910974456858567636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/06/discovering-hearts.html' title='Discovering hearts'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-1064048454743980147</id><published>2008-06-09T20:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:42:54.929+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I want to live the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;With the person who stay, unlike a ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;we've got the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to swim and dive to the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;we've got the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to cross and roll with no limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And here I am now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;living to the fullest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;with the one who stays visible for me and every ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here I am now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;diving through pressures to reach the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here I am now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;crossing lines, ups and downs, to have you with no limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;in the bottom of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I got the world on my hands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;without limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-1064048454743980147?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/1064048454743980147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=1064048454743980147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/1064048454743980147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/1064048454743980147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/06/pardon-me.html' title='Pardon me'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-4945387061585940904</id><published>2008-06-05T22:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:03:17.051+07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today me and my girls went to Cha's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We planned to study math together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We did study quite well until ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Until Shilla did something really really really hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that we couldn't stop laughing over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I laughed so hard I'll probably cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My friends says that if we laugh so much, we would probably cry later in the same day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And I've been through it once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One day I laughed so so so much in an afternoon, and in the night I cried so hard I felt like dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hey, back to what happened at Cha's this afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We bugged of Shilla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When she went to the bathroom, we all hid in Chacha's dad room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Don't know exactly what was it for, but it was fun to do some stupid nonsense things like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img37.picoodle.com/img/img37/4/6/5/f_05062008108m_5163803.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Idiots )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-4945387061585940904?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/4945387061585940904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=4945387061585940904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/4945387061585940904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/4945387061585940904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/06/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-7702519072834745859</id><published>2008-06-04T22:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:14:48.720+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dullness'/><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Day 3 of my last semester exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;History is ahead, and I don't feel like studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So I wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just let's see what will bring me to good mark tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Perhaps a fast 1 hour before exam reading would be my choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My geography and english gone well enough, I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm not too sure I'll get 10, but probably It would be good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;These days I found myself enjoys watching gossip girl with my friends and at my friend's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I know it seems a little bit lagged since most of gg's fans already finished it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've just finished the last episode this afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and I can hardly wait for the season 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hey, they planned to start shooting by July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So probably the season 2 would be on air by August ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Got a long time there to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;eerrgh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6455054598715014746-7702519072834745859?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/7702519072834745859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=7702519072834745859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/7702519072834745859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/7702519072834745859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/06/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-1213945878454655163</id><published>2008-06-03T19:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:38:45.850+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dullness'/><title type='text'>Blah(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm facing my last semester exam on year 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Running geography for a night isn't the greatest thing to do for now. I feel like falling down in pieces cause this exhaustion I'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To study or not to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To read or not to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I choose to just lean back on my bed with this laptop in front of me and blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And when I feel like reading, I'll read those book till the night finally say enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This Tuesday isn't going so well. Not as well as I used to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I wore my blue uniform this morning that perfectly matched with this blue Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A totally vexing situation caught me in this not-so-supportive exam days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm not in my finest mood to write, to eat, to sleep, or lastly is to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So what am I in the mood for ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm smelling nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm not in the mood for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So I'd like you to know that I'm very sorry if this post isn't entertaining or important enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I just want to kill my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Even if I know we can't kill time. Time kill us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Regard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Veby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-1213945878454655163?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/1213945878454655163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=1213945878454655163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/1213945878454655163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/1213945878454655163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/06/blahs.html' title='Blah(s)'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-6388137825426210545</id><published>2008-05-22T00:50:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:31:06.872+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>What will never ends, I called it changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was sitting on my desk this morning. The class was noisy as it always been like that. Daydreaming and half way to my morning sleep when suddenly I realized my teacher was speaking about our second semester exam which we will be facing in about 1 week from now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was just staring and hearing my teacher without doing anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay, I stopped hearing my teacher, I had a conversation with my friends and it was there when my other friend came to us and said "1 week from now we will not be on the same class anymore.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My mind is empty, all that I thought was how fast the time passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It felt like it was just yesterday when I first sat on my desk and start to studied all of these social subject. It felt like it was just yesterday I entered this class and had these awesome new classmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I love my current class, freak weird funny cool rude kind are all that I can describe about it. This second year of high school is about to pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I want and need it to be longer, it's just that I'm not ready yet to be on grade 12, and I still want to enjoy the greatest year in high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's sad to know the possibility to be in the same class with these great classmates is very small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;However, life has got to move on and we can't stand still while the world is rotating. Be a part of the world changes is one of my dreams, so.. I have to walk forward, and let's see where the world would bring me : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-6388137825426210545?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/6388137825426210545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=6388137825426210545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/6388137825426210545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/6388137825426210545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-will-never-ends-i-called-it.html' title='What will never ends, I called it changes'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-794988362847863159</id><published>2008-05-16T23:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:15:09.690+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dullness'/><title type='text'>Blonging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;An update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sorry for no updates for the mean time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have no ideas or inspiring stories to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;better be nothing here than a boring nonsense story to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;at least that's just my thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And for now, I have this longing to write a word or two. Don't matter what it is. I just want to write. Sometimes I find it hard to tell stories as fun as it truly was, and in the end I realize it's just another boring talk. It suppose to be funny, but it isn't when I tells it back. It suppose to be scary, but it isn't when I relates it back. It suppose to be sad, but it isn't when I shares it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;See.. I just don't know what to talk about but instead I just want to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I had a nice day today, then I got this happy feeling ran through my vain, and the next thing I realize is that it's been quite a long time since my last writing in this blog. And so here I am, typing through my fingertip on this laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This longing slowly fading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've write the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it's fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and I think I'm going to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-794988362847863159?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/794988362847863159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=794988362847863159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/794988362847863159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/794988362847863159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/05/blonging.html' title='Blonging'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-1351278097685216876</id><published>2008-05-04T02:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:35:14.970+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dullness'/><title type='text'>Our own one way road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;I'm here because I was blessed&lt;br /&gt;to be who I am now&lt;br /&gt;to have what I have now&lt;br /&gt;to gain things from what have happened before&lt;br /&gt;I learn,&lt;br /&gt;from my past&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing up strong,&lt;br /&gt;on my present&lt;br /&gt;I dream,&lt;br /&gt;through my future&lt;br /&gt;which is still a mystery that's about to unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define me what is a blessing ?&lt;br /&gt;is it something full of bliss ?&lt;br /&gt;is it something everybody have in their own way ?&lt;br /&gt;is it something that God sent from above ?&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me,&lt;br /&gt;a blessing is a gift from God for everybody&lt;br /&gt;in different types and forms aim to give all of God's creation&lt;br /&gt;their own bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me an imperfect life so I can work it out to be perfect, in my&lt;br /&gt;own way&lt;br /&gt;God bless me a perfect love so it can help me get through this imperfect life&lt;br /&gt;The journey is still a long way to go&lt;br /&gt;how long it is remains unknown until this very second&lt;br /&gt;This journey on the golden avenues&lt;br /&gt;glitters and shimmers bedazzling these eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on the golden avenues&lt;br /&gt;with eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;my last blessing, is greater than a gift&lt;br /&gt;it's a surprise ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-1351278097685216876?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/1351278097685216876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=1351278097685216876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/1351278097685216876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/1351278097685216876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-own-one-way-road.html' title='Our own one way road'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-6248846187182893030</id><published>2008-04-29T22:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:03:13.567+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dullness'/><title type='text'>Daring (!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's something about being youself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being something extra in the ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why don't you start something new ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;something no one ever expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and no one ever thought of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;be a trend setter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;be a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be an icon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shines between other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;make everyone looks up on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make all the eyes catches you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and consider you as an explosion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among other thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;afraid to release their selves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Self satisfaction it is that surely came&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dare something that everybody have as a fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-6248846187182893030?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/6248846187182893030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=6248846187182893030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/6248846187182893030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/6248846187182893030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/daring_29.html' title='Daring (!)'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-1562723849090958585</id><published>2008-04-27T22:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:35:38.284+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dullness'/><title type='text'>Rrrrh ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what's wrong, but since I changed my template I can't see my playlist at the bottom of this page, another errorism I don't know how to fix it cause you can say I'm still new here **sigh&lt;br /&gt;Anybody can see my playlist ? Or is it my laptop that's having a problem ? Let me know&lt;br /&gt;Talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; playlist, if you can't see mine just like myself now, just listen it straight from the web -&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.imeem.com/people/0xzjGf/playlist/CiekaAf0/febrielas_music_playlist/"&gt;my imeem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeergh, I've been a little bit worried since last night&lt;br /&gt;My boyf is out to Bandung with his bike and friends, aaand I don't know&lt;br /&gt;how to reach him cause his cellphone is broken&lt;br /&gt;Hellooo, try to give me an information here&lt;br /&gt;how's Bandung ?&lt;br /&gt;how was the trip so far ?&lt;br /&gt;Or when are you coming back ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come home and read this,&lt;br /&gt;you know I'm very very really am mad and I hate this very much !!&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be worried about something&lt;br /&gt;especially something with you involved in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for your call or either a text, and you know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Monday !!&lt;br /&gt;Oh noo, I don't want to go to school&lt;br /&gt;I need more holiday&lt;br /&gt;holiday&lt;br /&gt;and holidayyy&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of sociology&lt;br /&gt;english&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;and math !&lt;br /&gt;When's the next holiday ?&lt;br /&gt;Let me know quickly !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-1562723849090958585?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/1562723849090958585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=1562723849090958585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/1562723849090958585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/1562723849090958585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/rrrrh_27.html' title='Rrrrh ..'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-6443605068114424426</id><published>2008-04-27T02:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:14:21.962+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dullness'/><title type='text'>Monotonous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;it's 2:45 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;My eyes keep searching for something to see&lt;br /&gt;my body starts to twists, from here to there&lt;br /&gt;an indication for an exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;What to do ?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell and I can hardly think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia's it's in your blood is playing on repeat&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well your head is spinning like that carousel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and I know you're a mess after 3 or 4 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the fact my head is surely spinning&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I got to have a rest, a sleep would be great&lt;br /&gt;would be great than staying aware and totally awake like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh an eyestrain,&lt;br /&gt;another indication&lt;br /&gt;time passes, 2:57&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes more to three&lt;br /&gt;the TV is hiding behind this laptop monitor&lt;br /&gt;I take a peep for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;soccer it is&lt;br /&gt;always been soccer that accompanies me at time like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday already, Monday is ahead&lt;br /&gt;and I never said I was waiting for Monday&lt;br /&gt;cause Monday it is, Mondays we hate&lt;br /&gt;Can I pass Monday please ?&lt;br /&gt;Eeergh, don't bother Monday anymore&lt;br /&gt;bother this,&lt;br /&gt;the problem-I-always-have-in-every-holidays&lt;br /&gt;trouble sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;a mini vexatious less significant problem I always had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me,&lt;br /&gt;or at least accompany me until I'm asleep,&lt;br /&gt;and witness myself within my own dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-6443605068114424426?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/6443605068114424426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=6443605068114424426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/6443605068114424426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/6443605068114424426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/monotonious.html' title='Monotonous'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-2115213041242739640</id><published>2008-04-26T14:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:12:26.214+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 25 April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypa5Nfxg4lM/SBLcp1eFpSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hiOCxBhu88k/s1600-h/IMG_68782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypa5Nfxg4lM/SBLcp1eFpSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hiOCxBhu88k/s400/IMG_68782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193455931597628706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Thursday morning, I received an sms from Nindya, it says "Tomorrow NinDya &amp;amp; Arya are going to Arya's apartment. Want to join us ? Yes you must ! We're leaving on 10. See you : )"&lt;br /&gt;I asked her who's going there with her, then she answered and mentioned all the names. Okay, I don't have any plans for this friday, going with them would be fun. And so the next day (this friday) I go to Cha Cha's house, the girls are going to meet up there and the boys are going straight to the apartment. We change the plan. Before, we're planning to go on 10 and then it changed to be on 1 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;And so, we finally arrive at the apartment about  4 o'clock. We, the girls, are  preparing the dinner, we're going to make fettuccine,  fries,  and  fried rice. We also bring foods from Cha Cha and Shilla's house. And from Cha's house, is my most favorite one, dendeng.. nyam nyam ! Can't wait to eat that one. The cooking session is totally messy LOL we try to mix every possible spices that we can use for the fettuccine sauce.&lt;br /&gt;It started when I say "Mmm, it's good but there's still something missing there" And so Vinie adds more salt. Then it's Cha Cha's turn to give it a taste, "Mmmmh.. mmm.. ergh.. it's too saltyyy"&lt;br /&gt;And so Vinie adds more milk.&lt;br /&gt;Nindya's comment : "The taste is weird"&lt;br /&gt;Shilla's : "Yes, it's weird"&lt;br /&gt;Adit's : ''It's too thick"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Still something's missing. Oh ! I think it needs sugar, so it would be more sweet"&lt;br /&gt;Vinie : "Sugar ? Should I add sugar ??? Be serious bul ! " (Vinie called me ebul, it's from bule spelled backwards)&lt;br /&gt;Me : "I'm serious ! Shouldn't you add sugar to a fettuccine sauce ?"&lt;br /&gt;Vinie : "No"&lt;br /&gt;But the other girls are all agree with me, it's should be more sweeten, and so we add sugar that-should-not-be-on-Vinie's-fettuccine-sauce-ingredients&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter. The fact it taste better after we added some sugar&lt;br /&gt;Still the cooking session is very verymessy.&lt;br /&gt;I spilled oil to my sandals, Arya bought a quite expensive rice cause we thought the rice isn't enough for all of us but unfortunately the rice is more more more than enough&lt;br /&gt;becauuuusee we haven't checked the rice jar Shilla brought that the truth it's full with rice and enough for all of us here and the more annoying part is there's a big tube that is full with rice too in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, we are a very very very wasteful people. Silly us.&lt;br /&gt;After all, the food is eatable and quite delicious too.&lt;br /&gt;And we still can have more fun after we eat,&lt;br /&gt;we play playstation, we can use Shilla's or Rojak's macbook to have fun&lt;br /&gt;with the photo booth effects, we can take photos, or we can still eat if we want to, or many different things we can do there.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to play with the macbooks with Adit Indra and Rojak in the bedroom, take some funny pictures and enjoy the music that's playing from the itunes. The view from this bedroom is quite good, we can see the train straight from the window.&lt;br /&gt;It's 9 o'clock already, time passes very fast. I can see Indra and Rojak playing winning eleven, Adit sitting on the couch, Jewl and Mamed watching Rojak and Indra plays WE, Adam sitting on the couch too, and Vinie having a conversation with Shano. Oh, I forgot to tell, Cha Cha and Ari are going back home first before other&lt;br /&gt;The rest, Nindya Arya Shilla Vasser Kobe Fauzan are going swimming downstairs&lt;br /&gt;And me, I'm having a conversation with my friends on msn using ebuddy.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I don't know why Mamed starts to play smack down with Rojak.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need to ask, Rojak is being the victim. And always be the victim&lt;br /&gt;Mamed pulls Rojak to the bedroom and starts to hit Rojak with the pillows&lt;br /&gt;and there goes Indra and Adit join forces with them&lt;br /&gt;Indra tickles Rojak, Adit throws his self and bear down up on Rojak's body, and Mamed is still hitting Rojak with pillow&lt;br /&gt;Rojak can only squirms around and laugh out loud feeling tickled&lt;br /&gt;And so do me and Jewl can only laugh seeing their funny act&lt;br /&gt;The swimming people are here now,&lt;br /&gt;we tidy up all of the room and stuffs, and we're ready to leave&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun we had there,&lt;br /&gt;we're planning to go there again soon ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-2115213041242739640?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/2115213041242739640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=2115213041242739640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/2115213041242739640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/2115213041242739640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-25-april-2008.html' title='Friday, 25 April 2008'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypa5Nfxg4lM/SBLcp1eFpSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hiOCxBhu88k/s72-c/IMG_68782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-9100045922124675466</id><published>2008-04-25T01:05:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T02:32:53.612+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I call this love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypa5Nfxg4lM/SBDMyFeFpRI/AAAAAAAAABo/eSV4mnyG-9o/s1600-h/Untitled-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypa5Nfxg4lM/SBDMyFeFpRI/AAAAAAAAABo/eSV4mnyG-9o/s400/Untitled-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192875531192083730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It’s the only time that I ever feel real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms could never stop me&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;From first to last - Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close your eyes. Listen to my voice, it's my disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm by your side&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Plain white t's - Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't believe that anybody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when the star lit sky begins to shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh like it's never shined before…you know I miss you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey majik - I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - The scientist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got that beat in my veins for only rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love is to share, mine is for you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Sebastien Tellier - La ritournelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here to stay, it's okay, now I'm walking with you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Sunfreakz - counting down the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may not be perfect, but I'll always be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I know you're worth it&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And then I turned seven - The jamestown story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You are my Mr. Mystery and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's no way I can explain the way that you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Uffie - first love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there love ! I don't know if you would read this or not&lt;br /&gt;just want to say, I love youuu so so muchoo ; )&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand to say how much it is and I just can't describe it in the same time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're asleep alright, it's 2:24 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss you goodnight and I'll hung up the phone&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;See you in my dream : D&lt;br /&gt;Oow, I almost forgot,&lt;br /&gt;one last song&lt;br /&gt;always been our favorite song to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every single day, you make me feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got me going round, going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kissing and hugging and squeezing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy that's all I wanna do&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Lavelvet - One more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-9100045922124675466?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/9100045922124675466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=9100045922124675466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/9100045922124675466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/9100045922124675466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-call-this-love.html' title='I call this love'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypa5Nfxg4lM/SBDMyFeFpRI/AAAAAAAAABo/eSV4mnyG-9o/s72-c/Untitled-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-6007481532038941783</id><published>2008-04-24T00:26:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:45:09.827+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Playing with this blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got nothing interesting to be written now, but I just want to try to make something different to look or to read in my blog. So nobody will be bored to visit and read this blog. Wouldn't it be great to make a writing that can be enjoyed by people, that's what I'm trying to do here; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little segment of what I have created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/4/4/23/f_Picture1m_a723024.png&amp;amp;srv=img31" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img31.picoodle.com/img/img31/4/4/23/f_Picture1m_a723024.png" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://img28.picoodle.com/img/img28/4/4/23/f_vebym_ea79e69.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the full view.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot. You may need to zoom it one time to see it in a fit size&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll enjoy it ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-6007481532038941783?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/6007481532038941783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=6007481532038941783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/6007481532038941783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/6007481532038941783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/playing-with-this-blog.html' title='Playing with this blog'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-2945116686832147404</id><published>2008-04-22T22:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:49:28.282+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Indonesiaann</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a friend of mine asked me if I'd like to write my blog in Indonesian, soooo here it is, and enjoy ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, ga ada yg spesial&lt;br /&gt;cm jln2 aja ke pim sm Nindya, Arya, Shilla&lt;br /&gt;Nonton in the name of love&lt;br /&gt;yaa lumayan bgs ko,&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet versi Indonesia gtu Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ga jelek sih, tp jg ga bgs2 bgt&lt;br /&gt;kyanya masih ada apaaa gtu yg krg memuaskan&lt;br /&gt;dan kyanya sih bkal keluar in the name of love ke 2&lt;br /&gt;karenaaa.... pas di bagian seru2nya, udh mau abs, eh taunya&lt;br /&gt;ada tulisan "to be continued..."&lt;br /&gt;cih gurih !&lt;br /&gt;kya sinetron aja bersambung&lt;br /&gt;apalagi sinetron2 indonesia yg modalnya cm nangis dan melotot&lt;br /&gt;kya kata Luna Maya di film coklat stroberi hahaha&lt;br /&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;jgn nyambung ke sinetron2 indonesia&lt;br /&gt;ga ada yg bermoral&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;abs ntn td trs kita makan di sushi tei&lt;br /&gt;chicken teriyaki + nasi putih = nyam !&lt;br /&gt;pngen mkn lg,&lt;br /&gt;tp kenyang,&lt;br /&gt;haha jd byk mau nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe rmh td, msk kamar, nyalain ac,&lt;br /&gt;nyalain laptop&lt;br /&gt;dan kembali ke kegiatan sehari2&lt;br /&gt;online&lt;br /&gt;dan lucu jg, krn pm gw mempromosikan blog gw ini&lt;br /&gt;trs ada tmn gw yg baca&lt;br /&gt;ga lain dan ga bukan adalah org yg sm dg yg minta blog ini&lt;br /&gt;ditulis pke bahasa indonesia&lt;br /&gt;eeeeh, skrg dia iktan bkin blog jg&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;liat deh blog nya dia, ada di link gw "GILANG MEIDIZAR"&lt;br /&gt;kocak deh, masih kaku2 hahaha&lt;br /&gt;aslinya jg gtu, kocak dan menggemaskan&lt;br /&gt;dan konyol&lt;br /&gt;dan tolol&lt;br /&gt;dan aneh&lt;br /&gt;yaa emg sebagian bsr tmn2 gw kya gtu sih&lt;br /&gt;tp yg satu ini lbh aneh lg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barusan ada tmn gw dtg, lebih tepatnya cm numpang lewat&lt;br /&gt;cm buat ambil usb nya yg sengaja di tinggalin di gw&lt;br /&gt;untuk di isi lagu2&lt;br /&gt;yaitu si Adit&lt;br /&gt;dan di tambah dg Omar di dlm mobilnya&lt;br /&gt;mereka berdua ngajak gw ke dufan bsk&lt;br /&gt;bareng anak2 yg lain&lt;br /&gt;tp kyanya gw ga ikt&lt;br /&gt;karenaa lg kere dan jg lg ga mood ke dufan di liburan gini pasti rame bgt&lt;br /&gt;mending ga deh pkonya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bsk ? blm tau kmn&lt;br /&gt;blm ada rencana, tp pngen pergi sih&lt;br /&gt;bosen di rmh&lt;br /&gt;pacar jg lg UAN jd hrs bljr, good luck honeeyy ; )&lt;br /&gt;okay then, segini dlu deh&lt;br /&gt;ntar2an nulis lg okayy ??&lt;br /&gt;c u around !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-2945116686832147404?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/2945116686832147404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=2945116686832147404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/2945116686832147404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/2945116686832147404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/indonesiaann.html' title='Indonesiaann'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-8824903615546356684</id><published>2008-04-22T13:54:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:09:53.455+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Daily activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am now getting back to my so-last-last-last-year daily activites&lt;br /&gt;---Warching Happy Tree Friends in youtube---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I used to like this cartoon very much&lt;br /&gt;Funny in a sadistic way&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it doesn't mean sadism can always makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See one of it's episodes here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2hEM1cRsdA&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste it to your link bar&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-8824903615546356684?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/8824903615546356684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=8824903615546356684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/8824903615546356684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/8824903615546356684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/daily-activities.html' title='Daily activities'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-8032230861122311863</id><published>2008-04-18T12:26:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:07:22.375+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>A new experience : D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was fun yet tiring day&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at half past six&lt;br /&gt;I was absent from school&lt;br /&gt;Cause I had to go to gogirl magazine office&lt;br /&gt;Got some thing to do about gogirl look competition&lt;br /&gt;I got there at 8&lt;br /&gt;and my appointment was about 9 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;I was an hour too early&lt;br /&gt;so I decided to eat breakfast first&lt;br /&gt;because I was with my aunt, she drove me there&lt;br /&gt;we ate chicken porridge on the roadside&lt;br /&gt;quite tasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 9 o'clock already, so we drove back to the office&lt;br /&gt;when I entered the office&lt;br /&gt;there was about 7 or 9 girls sitting&lt;br /&gt;there was their mom too and boyfriend also&lt;br /&gt;I signed the list that looked like some kind of class absent for me&lt;br /&gt;there was about 30 names written there&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, a man said to all of us&lt;br /&gt;"Mba Tika is waiting for you all on the 3rd floor"&lt;br /&gt;Mba Tika is the woman who called me on the phone and told me to go to the office&lt;br /&gt;I guess she's the one who called every girl in this room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd floor, the man told us again to sit and wait in a room&lt;br /&gt;and unfortunately I met my sister's friend named Devi&lt;br /&gt;so we had a talk together when we sat on the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;all other girls around me were so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;tall, fair skin, long hair, nice smiles&lt;br /&gt;totally potential to be a model&lt;br /&gt;in a few minutes, all of us that was on the same room known each other&lt;br /&gt;we introduced our selves,&lt;br /&gt;not in a formal way like standing in front of the others and listen to them&lt;br /&gt;introducing their selves&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl who came from bandung&lt;br /&gt;there was also who came from bogor&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's really interesting to know they came from a long way just&lt;br /&gt;to be there in the office&lt;br /&gt;they were all really funny and friendly&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of laugh there with them&lt;br /&gt;we shared stories about our school, boyfriends, and also ex-boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;fun ? believe me it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the photos shoot session came&lt;br /&gt;first, we had to do the make up&lt;br /&gt;there were a lady and a man who prepared to do us in a small room&lt;br /&gt;the first 2 girls entered the room&lt;br /&gt;then they did the photo shoot one by one&lt;br /&gt;when they finished&lt;br /&gt;2 more girls entered the make up room&lt;br /&gt;and then did the photo shoot&lt;br /&gt;and so on..&lt;br /&gt;I can tell the photo shoot session was the most tiring part&lt;br /&gt;The photographer keep saying "Again" and "One more time" and also "One last time"&lt;br /&gt;we had to jump and jump&lt;br /&gt;so they can get the 'hair jumping' effect I guess&lt;br /&gt;But after all it was fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home about 2&lt;br /&gt;I saw my sister getting ready to go to work&lt;br /&gt;and I was thinking I would go with her and so she can drop me off at my friend's house&lt;br /&gt;cause it would be very boring if I stayed at home alone&lt;br /&gt;I called my friend, Shilla, " Shil where are you ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cha cha's house"&lt;br /&gt;"With who ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nindya Nanda Ogell Vinie Kania Jewl" She mentioned all of my friend's names&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes"&lt;br /&gt;and up up and awayy&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my face that was fulled with make up&lt;br /&gt;and quickly changed my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Cha cha's house&lt;br /&gt;all of my friends attacked me with questions about the gogirl look competition&lt;br /&gt;"How was it ?"&lt;br /&gt;"How many girls were there ?"&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do there ?"&lt;br /&gt;"How was the interview ?"&lt;br /&gt;and many others&lt;br /&gt;I answered all of their questions&lt;br /&gt;"I was with 20 other beautiful girls there. We did the photo shoot one by one, and it was very tiring cause we had to jump like this and that. Then the interview wasn't tighten at all, the girl who interviewed us was the fashion editor, and she is very friendly, it was like a normal talk. The question that quite shocked me was 'what if we cut your hair like Rihanna ?' I was like 'what ??' but she said 'the matter is, we would do that to make you look prettier. We wouldn't  do things that makes you ugly right' she's right so I answered it is alright if they do that to me. And I think that was all"&lt;br /&gt;My friends listen to me properly&lt;br /&gt;after I finished my story, they smiled, knowing their questions was all been answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel a little bit tired now,&lt;br /&gt;I got some trouble sleeping problem last night&lt;br /&gt;so I'm gonna stop here and take a rest&lt;br /&gt;see you folks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-8032230861122311863?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/8032230861122311863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=8032230861122311863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/8032230861122311863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/8032230861122311863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-was-fun-yet-tiring-day-i-woke.html' title='A new experience : D'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-8134603934165205049</id><published>2008-04-13T15:11:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T02:33:25.971+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Oh so so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello here I go,&lt;br /&gt;I've just got home&lt;br /&gt;from my Boy's house&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied him took over his trophy&lt;br /&gt;from a race he had ran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello there 3&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;winner for a starter !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;smooches**&lt;br /&gt;and then we had diner together in pancious,&lt;br /&gt;I ate the oreo cheese pancake plus a glass of mint ice tea,&lt;br /&gt;oh so so so delicately delicious !&lt;br /&gt;then, because I'm not satisfied yet&lt;br /&gt;so I ordered the tuna mayonnaise pancake, my favorite&lt;br /&gt;totally recommended ! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today I woke up with no one in this house&lt;br /&gt;Just me, and my housekeeper and also my two dogs, Charlie and Castro&lt;br /&gt;My sister is working&lt;br /&gt;My mom went to you know where&lt;br /&gt;and my dad doesn't leave with us since I forgot when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, yesterday, the surprise gone well&lt;br /&gt;before the surprise&lt;br /&gt;me and my friend ate in pasta matrix&lt;br /&gt;And know what ?&lt;br /&gt;I ate a half bowl of creamy chicken fettuccine&lt;br /&gt;and 7 slices of BBQ chicken pizza&lt;br /&gt;and in cinnzeo, I ate another cinnamon roll&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, this stomach holds a lot quantity of foods&lt;br /&gt;I nearly never ate a large amount of foods like that&lt;br /&gt;Since I was little, I had a problem of eating&lt;br /&gt;my mom used to be upset because I always ate less portion than I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall was so crowded yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because there's so much people attending gorparty too&lt;br /&gt;but no, I didn't go there&lt;br /&gt;the crowd made me felt a little dizzy&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of friend there&lt;br /&gt;Jr. high school friends, friends from another high school,&lt;br /&gt;a friend of friend, lotsa lots of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is monday already&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school&lt;br /&gt;I still need a holiday&lt;br /&gt;a month would be great&lt;br /&gt;so I can sleep until late afternoon, that's what I'm talking about !&lt;br /&gt;be patient Veby,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have a holiday a whole week next week&lt;br /&gt;hooray !&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, my boyf has to attend the national exam&lt;br /&gt;or what we call UAN&lt;br /&gt;good luck dear !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching prime time now,&lt;br /&gt;quite amusing show&lt;br /&gt;not bad to against my time&lt;br /&gt;while I'm waiting for my boyf to call&lt;br /&gt;and I'm catching a sound of fireworks outside my window&lt;br /&gt;again, and again, and again&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I'm wondering where's that sounds coming from ?&lt;br /&gt;I used to love fireworks very much when I was little&lt;br /&gt;I still love it until now&lt;br /&gt;I used to whimpered over my mom to buy me fireworks&lt;br /&gt;back when I was 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt;especially when we celebrates idul fitri&lt;br /&gt;at my grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;she has a large backyard&lt;br /&gt;so me and my cousins loved to lighten up some fireworks in the night&lt;br /&gt;the last time I did that was about 2 or 3 years ago&lt;br /&gt;there were 5 of us&lt;br /&gt;me, my older sister, my 2 cousins, and my cousin's boyf (now ex-boyf)&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to do that again this year : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired so I would stop here&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-8134603934165205049?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/8134603934165205049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=8134603934165205049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/8134603934165205049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/8134603934165205049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-so-so.html' title='Oh so so'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-3154113438807433452</id><published>2008-04-12T18:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T02:33:47.215+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypa5Nfxg4lM/SACEsN6SH4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fx7zLorwxz8/s1600-h/Photo+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypa5Nfxg4lM/SACEsN6SH4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fx7zLorwxz8/s320/Photo+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188292665914040194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The title 'Butterfly' has nothing to do with this post&lt;br /&gt;I titled it butterfly cause I'm currently listening to towa tei-butterfly&lt;br /&gt;been a long time since I heard that song last&lt;br /&gt;anyone knows that song ?&lt;br /&gt;cheering right ? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my friend to pick me up,&lt;br /&gt;on my last post I told you about my plans didn't I ?&lt;br /&gt;so here I am in my room in a few minutes will be heading&lt;br /&gt;to the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something,&lt;br /&gt;actually I hate to be in that mall on Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;it's so crowded I can hardly step my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;but what can I do ?&lt;br /&gt;I have to go, at least just today&lt;br /&gt;let's see where am I going tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;guess what ?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to the same mall&lt;br /&gt;cause I'll be joining my friend to watch France cinema&lt;br /&gt;now that's interesting !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boy are not going with me this evening&lt;br /&gt;he has other things to do&lt;br /&gt;something about racing or else&lt;br /&gt;smooches**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still craving for that damn sushi ! Rrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat I want to eat !&lt;br /&gt;Where are those girls ?&lt;br /&gt;Said they're going to pick me up by four ?&lt;br /&gt;And what time is it ?&lt;br /&gt;4:32&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready girrlsss,&lt;br /&gt;hurry up, time is money&lt;br /&gt;even if time can buy you things : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now it's 4:45&lt;br /&gt;A quarter to 5&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;oh I guess they have arrived downstairs&lt;br /&gt;got to go folks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-3154113438807433452?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/3154113438807433452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=3154113438807433452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/3154113438807433452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/3154113438807433452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypa5Nfxg4lM/SACEsN6SH4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fx7zLorwxz8/s72-c/Photo+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-3001479115079537488</id><published>2008-04-12T10:30:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T02:34:06.150+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Should it be a long saturday ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning my mom buzzed off to Sukabumi&lt;br /&gt;with my grandpa&lt;br /&gt;Planning for the continuation of his medicinal treatment&lt;br /&gt;for this whole week&lt;br /&gt;Yeey !&lt;br /&gt;I'm free I'm free !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not so free at all&lt;br /&gt;My mom consigned all of the responsibility to my sister&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility of the house&lt;br /&gt;and also me&lt;br /&gt;Rules are rules,&lt;br /&gt;whether there's mom or not&lt;br /&gt;Well, what ever&lt;br /&gt;I'm still free in some ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a mall located in Pondok Indah district&lt;br /&gt;No need to mention, you known it as well&lt;br /&gt;There me and my friends are planning to give&lt;br /&gt;a surprise for one of my friend&lt;br /&gt;Actually her birthday is last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;But birthdays are birthdays,&lt;br /&gt;sweet seventeen wouldn't felt like a legal birthday without surprises&lt;br /&gt;After that,&lt;br /&gt;hmm I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go to a party held by a high school&lt;br /&gt;called gorparty in spazzio&lt;br /&gt;Got some friends from that high school&lt;br /&gt;who asked me to go there and enliven a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure,&lt;br /&gt;go or no ? go or no ?&lt;br /&gt;We'll see the answer later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh no, I'm craving for sushi tei's negitori maki fried and stamina roll&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hungry I can eat a whole elephant ! (Kidding)&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it's still 11 o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;conventionally, without a doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sleeping on my warm, tender, comfortable bed&lt;br /&gt;It is too early for me to get up&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;except writing this blog and have a chat with my friends on msn messenger&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til four or five&lt;br /&gt;so I can head up straight to my friend's house&lt;br /&gt;rather than sitting here without knowing what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey where's my Boy ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh probably he's still cuddling up in his bed&lt;br /&gt;I miss him already&lt;br /&gt;whereas he was here at my house last night after we&lt;br /&gt;had diner together at panglima polim&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I'm craving for fried rice&lt;br /&gt;now, sushi is all that I want !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, I guess I'll going back to bed&lt;br /&gt;a couple of minutes from now&lt;br /&gt;see you then !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-3001479115079537488?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/3001479115079537488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=3001479115079537488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/3001479115079537488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/3001479115079537488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/should-it-be-long-saturday.html' title='Should it be a long saturday ?'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455054598715014746.post-3147959388378632994</id><published>2008-04-11T13:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T02:34:23.224+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Holiday on friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, it's Friday and I'm all alone in this house, this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm free. No school, no plans to go out or nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I do have plan to go out with my friends to go ice skating&lt;br /&gt;But in some matter and reasons, I decided to stay at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great,&lt;br /&gt;About a second ago my friend called me just to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;So long&lt;br /&gt;And see you&lt;br /&gt;We'll bring you photos for a gift&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone this afternoon is not so bad&lt;br /&gt;I still can go this evening with my other friends if they are out&lt;br /&gt;Or if they aren't I still can go to my cousin's house&lt;br /&gt;watch a dvd or two&lt;br /&gt;play games or maybe just sitting and share some stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my mom ? She went this morning with my grandpa&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where are they going,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps to see the doctor maybe&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa suffer from a serious ailment&lt;br /&gt;so my mom accompany him to get a medicinal treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Veby, it would be nice if you stay at home for one day.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you go out almost everyday and you almost never spend&lt;br /&gt;your time relaxing in this family room. Just watch tv here or ask Boy to&lt;br /&gt;come"&lt;br /&gt;My mom noticed me before she left&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to Cha Cha's house, apparently"&lt;br /&gt;I answer without bothering what she said&lt;br /&gt;"Did you hear what I've said to you ?", Mom&lt;br /&gt;"Yep", me&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems okay with her if I want to go anyway,&lt;br /&gt;she just said that it would be nice if I stay home&lt;br /&gt;she's not proscribing me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, my mom mentioned Boy right ?&lt;br /&gt;He's my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;We've been together for 1 year right this tuesday&lt;br /&gt;April 8th&lt;br /&gt;heheheheheheheeee ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gtg now&lt;br /&gt;I've just received a call from my friend&lt;br /&gt;and she asked me to come along with her&lt;br /&gt;band practicing, or what do you guys called it ?&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455054598715014746-3147959388378632994?l=dearstefany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/feeds/3147959388378632994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6455054598715014746&amp;postID=3147959388378632994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/3147959388378632994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6455054598715014746/posts/default/3147959388378632994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearstefany.blogspot.com/2008/04/holiday-on-friday.html' title='Holiday on friday'/><author><name>Stefany Febriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645119074362220044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
