<?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-897537932815076341</id><updated>2011-11-20T07:00:52.154-08:00</updated><category term='Love edition'/><title type='text'>Dilla Farah Highmore</title><subtitle type='html'>It's My World And My Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-6613982229793097105</id><published>2011-11-20T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T07:00:52.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.11.2011 :)</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! Hari ini tanggal 20.11.2011 and guess what! I'm not single anymore! ~('O'~)~('O')~(~'O')~ i ve a new boyfie. Well, let me ask you first. Do you still remember about my old post? About a guy who makes me fall in love? About a guy who made my birthday felt so special? Well, that guy is my boyfie now. His name's Angga Perdana. He's such a kind a guy even though he always talks less. But that's why i love him. He isn't such a guy who just can talk without prove it. He always proves what he says. I didn't realize that today he'll be my prince :p really, i'm happy now. He's the best thing that ever been mine. He knows what i want, he understands me, he never hurts a woman, he respects to me, he cares with me, he has a sweet smile that makes me crazier. He's my super mood booster. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He's my beloved boyfie :)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-6613982229793097105?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6613982229793097105/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/11/20112011.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6613982229793097105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6613982229793097105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/11/20112011.html' title='20.11.2011 :)'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-7635226717796753531</id><published>2011-11-14T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:22:04.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shy Buffalo</title><content type='html'>Hey-ya peeps! Feel so great today except if i remember the assignments for holiday eerrr. Jadi gini ya gue mau cerita tentang seseorang yg akhir akhir ini mangkal di hidup gue. Mangkal, bahasanya freak bgt yak-___- hahaha pokoknya dia udh jd bagian penting di hidup gue. Pertama gue deket sama dia itu pas tanggal 6 November pas idul adha. Jadi tuh pagi-pagi gue ngetweet kalo gue udah sampe di sekolah. Dia nanya ada apaan di sekolah, gue jawab idul qurban rohis. Pokoknya gitu deh sampai akhirnya becanda-becandaan di twitter. Nah tiba tiba dia nongol di sekolah! Yaudah deh sapa-sapaan biasa deh yak. Lanjut terus itu mention-mentionan di twitter sampai akhirnya dia minta nomor gue terus kita smsan deh. Tanggal 9 November &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TEPAT JAM 00.00 DIA NGUCAPIN HAPPY BIRTHDAY KE GUE!&lt;/span&gt; Dia orang pertama yg ngucapin happy birthday :') Jujur gue seneng banget gak tau kenapa. Terus udah kan yak gue ke sekolah kayak biasa. Di sekolah gue dikerjain Bu Tita dan anak-anak ipa1. Itu kece bgt ya kejutannya B) Lanjut deh ya pas pulang sekolah lagi-lagi gue dikasih kejutan sama Syifa, Dania, Farah, Suci, Cindy. Sampai akhirnya gue pulang dengan rambut basah lepek dan seragam berlumuran cokelat. Nah pas udah di depan gerbang mau nyebrang, gue liat dia. Si Syifa langsung nyamperin dia dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;MINTA TOLONG DIA SUPAYA NGANTERIN GUE!&lt;/span&gt; What the......gue cuma bisa kabur. Eh terus si Syifa blg ke gue kalo dia minta gue nungguin di halte sebrang. Yaudah deh yak gue sama anak-anak nyebrang. Tiba tiba dia nelpon nyuruh gue nungguin dia. Yaudah kita tunggu tuh ya. Akhirnya dia nongol dan nganterin gue balik :) Ahaha sumpah rasanya tuh gimana ya pas dibonceng dia. Yaudah lanjut ya hari hari berikutnya kita smsan terus tuh ya. Dan........&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PAS KAMIS DIA NGISENGIN GUE!&lt;/span&gt; Jadi tuh gue lagi mau naik ke tangga terus dia sengaja nginjek sepatu gue. Hampir aja jatuh-__--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia : Eh sori yak&lt;br /&gt;Gue : *nengok dengan tampang masam* "Elo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus kita kejar kejaran sampe lantai dua. Sumpah itu udah kayak bocah! Yaudah lanjut ke Jumat deh ya. Gue smsan sama dia nih. Gue cerita tentang mantan gue. Nah dia nanya "lu pengen balikan? kenapa gak balikan aja?" Sumpah gue ngejleb dengernya-___- Padahal kan itu supaya mancing dia tapi kenapa malah gue yang kepancing. Yaudah deh tuh gue nangis gajelas gitu di kelas. Udah kan ya terus pas pulang sekolah gue di kantin, smsan lagi sama dia. Pokoknya smsnya tuh isinya dia lagi suka sama orang dan sumpah itu bikin gue ngedown banget. Gue &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;NANGIS LAGI&lt;/span&gt; di kantin! Akhirnya gue balik kan ya. Pokoknya gue sama dia sama sama ngasih tau kalo kita lagi suka sama orang. Dia pelit banget ngasih tau ciri ceweknya itu. Pokoknya ciri-cirinya yang dia sebutin kalo gak salah kelas 11, gajelas single atau gak, jarang ngobrol dan smsan sama dia, gak pernah dianterin pulang sama dia. Makin ngedown kan gue. Sampai akhirnya.....................&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DIA BILANG KE GUE KALO DIA SUKA SAMA GUE&lt;/span&gt; :'D Hehe gue spontan yang tadinya lagi tidur tiduran langsung bangun. Yaudah lanjut deh ya. Hari Sabtu ada 38 cup. Nah dia nganterin gue kesana dan ternyata 38 cupnya batal== mana sepi bgt lagi tempatnya. Dia ngobrol bareng temen temennya. Ada anak kelas 11nya juga sih tapi gue berasa kacang bgt. Gue kan bete ya. Terus dia sms nawarin dianter pulang. Yaudah deh gue balik tuh dengan tampang bete tapi seneng juga sih :p Akhirnya kan nyampe rumah gue, dia ngedadahin gue gitu hehe. Pokoknya gitu deh. Makin kesini kita makin deket, cuma kita gak mau jadian dulu. Kita gak mau buru-buru terus entar akhirannya malah gak langgeng. Biarkan semua berjalan apa adanya :) Semalem dia bikin gue nge-fly tinggi banget dan untungnya gak dijatuhin. Yah, gue cuma bisa bilang kalo gue sayang sama dia. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He's my shy buffalo&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With much loves and happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dilla Farah Nugraha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Eyes by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;stare right into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i think of you late at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be somewhere where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're here&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are looking into mine&lt;br /&gt;So baby make me fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My heart has never felt this way before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking through your&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;in only a little while, I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause you're my lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So baby come hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I, I&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're here&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are looking into mine&lt;br /&gt;So baby make me fly&lt;br /&gt;My heart has never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking through your&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just as long as your mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be your everything tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;baby let me miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see your&lt;br /&gt;Dream about&lt;br /&gt;Dream about&lt;br /&gt;Dream about your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Eyes, eyes, eyes&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-7635226717796753531?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7635226717796753531/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-shy-buffalo.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7635226717796753531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7635226717796753531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-shy-buffalo.html' title='My Shy Buffalo'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1246580081655700876</id><published>2011-11-04T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:30:06.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Someone Who Breaks My Heart Over and Over Again,</title><content type='html'>Do you still remember when you dumped me like a trash? Do you still remember when you broke my heart at that time? Do you still remember when you asked me to ve a new boyfie? Do you still remember when you told me that you don't love me anymore? Do you still remember when you ignored me? Do you still remember when you broke me up? Do you still remember when you told me that you ve another crush? Do you still remember when you didn't pick up your phone when i called you? Do you still remember when you didn't reply my messages when i was begging for your love? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO YOU STILL REMEMBER ALL OF THOSE MOMENTS? WHEN I GOT HURT OVER AND OVER AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, i think you still remember those moments. I bet you won't forget those moments. They will always haunt you. Why am i so sure? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BECAUSE THREE DAYS AGO YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU CAN'T MOVE ON! AND TWO DAYS AGO YOU JUDGE ME THAT I'M SO EASY TO FORGET YOU.&lt;/span&gt; Why you always do this to me? Break my heart over and over again. Make me cry all the night. You don't even care if four days later will be my birthday. What do you want from me? Do you want to put all of my dreams, so you're the only thing on my mind? Who are you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KING? JUDGE? MY BOYFRIEND? GOD?&lt;/span&gt; I told you one thing, when i fall for you it doesn't mean that you can break my heart everytime you want to. For all the guys i've ever known, you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE ONLY ONE &lt;/span&gt;who acted like a jerk to me! You told me that you're in a process to love me like in the past. Do i need that? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt; Why? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU JUST WANNA GIVE ME A FAKE HOPE!&lt;/span&gt; You just wanna revenge, break my heart, and make me cry like usual. My happiness is just your nightmare. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM I RIGHT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With pain and sadness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilla Farah Nugraha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Til I Forget About You"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Big Time Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Get a call on a random afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I pick it up and I see that it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Like my heart, you were breaking the news, you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;  It's over, it's over, it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading out, cause your not on my mind&lt;br /&gt;All my friends are gonna see me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Staying here until the sun starts the rise,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance hard, laugh more, turn the music up now&lt;br /&gt;Party like a rockstar! Can I get a what now?&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll do, anything that I have to&lt;br /&gt;'til I forget about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jump up, fall down, gotta play it loud now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Don't care, my head's spinning all around now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I swear I'll do, anything that I have to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 'til I forget about you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til I forget about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought, I'd be here on my own&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Since you left I don't wait by the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving, I'm moving, I'm moving&lt;br /&gt;Found a place where I can lose myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And just leave your memory on the shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; See I'm fine, no I don't need nobody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance hard, laugh more, turn the music up now&lt;br /&gt;Party like a rockstar! Can I get a what now?&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll do, anything that I have to&lt;br /&gt;'til I forget about...&lt;br /&gt;Jump up, fall down, gotta play it loud now&lt;br /&gt;Don't care, my head's spinning all around now&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll do, anything that I have to...&lt;br /&gt;'Til I forget about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spending money like you don't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Going crazy, now don't even think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm losing my mind, It's all I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 'til I forget about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance hard, laugh more, turn the music up now&lt;br /&gt;Party like a rockstar! Can I get a what now?&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll do, anything that I have to&lt;br /&gt;'til I forget about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump up, fall down, gotta play it loud now&lt;br /&gt;Don't care, my head's spinning all around now&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll do, anything that I have to...&lt;br /&gt;'til I forget about you! (you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til I forget about you&lt;br /&gt;'til I forget about you&lt;br /&gt;'til I FORGET ABOUT YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-1246580081655700876?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1246580081655700876/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-someone-who-break-my-heart-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1246580081655700876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1246580081655700876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-someone-who-break-my-heart-over.html' title='Dear Someone Who Breaks My Heart Over and Over Again,'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-757461257825799862</id><published>2011-09-28T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T06:28:19.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Is My Sweetest Memory</title><content type='html'>Selesai bukan berarti tamat. Putus bukan berarti harus bermusuhan. Selalu aja terngiang kalimat itu di benak saya. Ya, saya mungkin sudah tidak berpacaran lagi dengannya tapi saya berani sumpah rasa sayang ini masih ada. Tapi itu bukan berarti saya menyesal atas segala keputusan. Saya tidak ingin menyesali yang telah terjadi. Biarlah hal itu terjadi, kita tinggal memperbaikinya. Saya sendiri pun jujur tidak tau bagaimana akan menyelesaikan masalah ini. Dimulai dari menata hati, memperbaiki hubungan pertemanan dan sebagainya. Kini dia dan saya hanyalah sebatas senior dan junior. Saya tau itu. Saya sangat mengerti akan hal itu. Tapi, itu bukan berarti saya tidak punya kesempatan kedua kan? Tuhan bersama saya. Insya Allah kalo berjodoh pasti dipertemukan kembali. Saya hanya ingin berusaha. Hati saya tidak fleksibel. Saya tidak mudah menyukai seseorang. Saya bersyukur karena akhirnya saya dapat menangis lepas hari ini. Kini waktunya bagi saya untuk bangkit. Mengapa saya tidak mencoba dari sekarang untuk mencoba menjalin kasih kembali? Ada 3 alasan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dia tengah menjalani pertandingan yang serius dan saya tidak ingin mengganggunya&lt;br /&gt;2. Saya sedang mencoba untuk jadi yang lebih baik sebelum akhirnya memutuskan untuk kembali padanya&lt;br /&gt;3. Saya tidak ingin melihatnya sakit hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang saya khawatir bahwa keberadaan saya hanya membuat dia sedih. Saya akui saya bukanlah makhluk sempurna. Saya sering membuatnya susah. Saya ini ibaratkan bocah yang begitu merepotkan. Saya ingin menjadi gadis dewasa dahulu sebelum akhirnya menampakkan diri saya di depannya. Saya tidak ingin mengecewakannya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe this is wishful thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Probably mindless dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ada 2 buah lagu yang saya ingin persembahkan untuknya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The Reason by Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To change who I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; A reason to start over new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and the reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Two Is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; You came into my life and I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; "Hey, you know, this could be something"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And now I'm left with nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; That I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Maybe two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; There's so much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; To figure out the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I remember every look upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The way you roll your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; The way you taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; You make it hard for breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I think of you and everything's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I'm finally now believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; That maybe it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; That I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Maybe two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; There's so much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; To figure out the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; You came into my life and I thought, "Hey,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; maybe it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; That I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Maybe two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; There's so much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; To figure out the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And I'm thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 'Cause, baby, two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; There's so much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; To figure out the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; But I'll figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; When all is said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Even though i'm not yours anymore, my heart always belongs to you. You're the sweetest memory in my life. Thank you for made my life brighter. I love you most, CA&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/897537932815076341-757461257825799862?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/757461257825799862/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/he-is-my-sweetest-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/757461257825799862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/757461257825799862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/he-is-my-sweetest-memory.html' title='He Is My Sweetest Memory'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-4478646016385789820</id><published>2011-09-26T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T05:32:09.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Your Boyfriend Doesn't Love You Anymore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Maaf aku gak bisa menyayangimu lagi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Kenapa? Apakah ada gadis lain?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Ya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Siapa gadis itu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Dia...teman lesku. Berbicara dengannya membuat hatiku nyaman"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Apa maksudmu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Aku ingin putus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Gak! Aku gak mau putus! Bukankah kau telah berjanji akan menjagaku?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Ya tapi aku sudah tidak menyayangimu lagi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Tolong beri waktu hingga natal. Setelah itu kamu boleh memutuskanku. Jika tidak.....jika tidak.....aku akan mati.............."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalimat percakapan itu gue baca kemarin di sebuah buku yang gue beli. Miris banget ya. Rasanya seperti bukan pacaran. Rasanya seperti cinta yg bertepuk sebelah tangan. Rasanya seperti untaian benang yang kusut. Tak bisa diperbaiki lagi, Bagaimana rasanya jika lo akhirnya mendapatkan kenyataan bahwa pasangan lo udah gak sayang lagi sama lo? Apa yang bakalan lo lakuin? Nangis? Nangis emang kerjaan kita para cewek, tapi itu sama sekali gak menyelesaikan masalah. Mengemis cinta? Kalo gue ada di posisi tokoh di buku tersebut mungkin gue juga bakalan bertindak seperti itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mencintaimu tak lebih dari mengagumi mawar berduri. Durimu yang menusuk hati seakan tak izinkan aku untuk menjangkau hatimu, memeluk jiwamu. Andaikata aku harus mengiba, pasti akan kulakukan. Tak peduli hatiku akan terkoyak oleh durimu yang sangat menyakitkan. Bagimu cinta hanya sekedar perasaan, bagiku cinta adalah ikatan dan pengorbanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jangan pernah mencoba memasuki kehidupan seseorang bila kau hanya menyakiti hatinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi Terluka by Juliette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahai bulan tolonglah aku&lt;br /&gt;hatiku ini sedang rapuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;karna kekasihku telah pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; meninggalkan diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angin angin bawalah aku&lt;br /&gt;kemanapun tempat yang kau mau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;agar aku bisa lupakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; dia yang kucintai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bintang bintang dengarkanlah&lt;br /&gt;hati ini mengapa harus terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lagi lagi ku terluka dalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; tergores cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; kalah kalah ku kali ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi dan lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;semuanyapun berubah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; menjadi racun di dada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; jera aku mencinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi dan lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;patah hati kali ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; menyelusup hatiku yang terdalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow wow wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi lagi ku terluka&lt;br /&gt;dalam tergores cinta&lt;br /&gt;kalah kalah ku kali ini&lt;br /&gt;lagi dan lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semuanyapun berubah&lt;br /&gt;menjadi racun di dada&lt;br /&gt;jera aku mencinta&lt;br /&gt;lagi dan lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahai bulan tolonglah aku&lt;br /&gt;hatiku ini sedang rapuh&lt;br /&gt;karna kekasihku telah pergi&lt;br /&gt;meninggalkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terjatuh lagi ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angin angin bawalah aku&lt;br /&gt;kemanapun tempat yang kau mau&lt;br /&gt;agar aku bisa lupakan&lt;br /&gt;dia yang kucintai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku terjatuh lagi ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angin angin tolonglah aku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-4478646016385789820?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4478646016385789820/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-your-boyfriend-doesnt-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4478646016385789820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4478646016385789820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-your-boyfriend-doesnt-love-you.html' title='When Your Boyfriend Doesn&apos;t Love You Anymore...'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-8165630830946516470</id><published>2011-09-24T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T01:53:28.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Monthversarry, huh?</title><content type='html'>Happy 3rd monthversarry for us. Actually i'm bored. Although my friends said congrats to me but i still feel bored. It should be our day, why did it become my-day-not-yours? Maybe it because of the distance and both of us are busy. Actually today i'm not busy. I'm stuck here *sigh-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jet Lag"&lt;/b&gt; by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="feat"&gt;(feat. Natasha Bedingfield)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it where you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you more than anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home you feel so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Waitin' for the phone to ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's gettin’ lonely livin’ upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't even wanna be in this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tryin' to figure out the time zones makin' me crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say good morning&lt;br /&gt;When it's midnight&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this bed&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to your sunset&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And my heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it where you are?&lt;br /&gt;Five more days and I'll be home&lt;br /&gt;I keep your picture in my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate the thought of you alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been keepin' busy all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just to try to keep you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to figure out the time zones makin’ me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say good morning&lt;br /&gt;When it's midnight&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this bed&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to your sunset&lt;br /&gt;And it's drivin' me mad&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;And my heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Is so jet lagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad &lt;i&gt;[x5]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna share your horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And see the same sunrising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn the hour hand back to when you were holding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say good morning&lt;br /&gt;When it's midnight&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this bed&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to your sunset&lt;br /&gt;And it's drivin' me mad&lt;br /&gt;I miss when you say good morning&lt;br /&gt;But it's midnight&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this bed&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to your sunset&lt;br /&gt;And it's drivin' me mad&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;And my heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Is so jetlagged&lt;br /&gt;Is so jetlagged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-8165630830946516470?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8165630830946516470/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/3rd-monthversarry-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8165630830946516470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8165630830946516470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/3rd-monthversarry-huh.html' title='3rd Monthversarry, huh?'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-7723873564731430650</id><published>2011-09-11T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:29:43.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maaf</title><content type='html'>Yah, emang dasarnya gue penulis pasti gue melampiaskan perasaan gue melalui tulisan. Disini gue gamau macem-macem. Gue cuma mau minta maaf pada seseorang yang berarti banget di hidup gue. Gue jahat sama dia. Gue udah ngelakuin sesuatu yang bikin dia salah sangka sama gue. Gue gak tau mesti ngapain lagi selain minta maaf. Maaf, mungkin hanya itu yang dapat gue lakukan. Gue sadari umur gue masih 15 tahun, gue masih belum bisa menyikapi segalanya dengan dewasa tapi seenggaknya gue udah intropeksi diri. Ini semua pure kesalahan gue. Gue yang membuat masalah ini dan gue gak tau gimana cara nyelesein masalahnya. Gue tau dia marah sama gue, bahkan mungkin benci. Andaikata ada sesuatu yang bisa gue lakukan agar dia mau maafin gue, gue bakalan lakuin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apapun itu.&lt;/span&gt;Ya, kalo dia menyuruh gue untuk ngelakuin suatu hal untuk nebus kesalahan gue, gue bakalan lakuin itu. Gue gak tau mau ngomong apa lagi. Ini udah bener bener speechless, hopeless. Gue cuma pengen dia tau kalo gue gak pernah bohong soal gue sayang sama dia. Gue beneran sayang sama dia. Dia pure salah paham atas perkataan gue. Andai gue bisa menjelaskan yang sebenarnya. Gue cuma pengen dia maafin gue dan kita kembali lagi kayak biasa. Apa gak bisa ya? Apa kesalahan gue bener-bener fatal? Apa gak ada kesempatan kedua buat gue? Dari kemarin gue gabisa nangis, saking shocknya dan ngerasa bersalah banget. Lingkaran hitam di kedua mata gue gabisa membohongi kalo semalem gue gak tidur karna mikirin masalah ini. Gue gelisah. Gue pengen tetep sama dia. Gue gak mau kehilangan orang yang gue sayangi. Gue yang salah. Gue bodoh udah ngelakuin kesalahan sefatal ini. Mungkin emang gue pantas dibenci. Gue cuma berharap dia gak ninggalin gue.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-7723873564731430650?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7723873564731430650/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/maaf.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7723873564731430650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7723873564731430650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/maaf.html' title='Maaf'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-6242324516937600351</id><published>2011-09-10T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T10:21:59.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apakek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maaf malem malem nge-spam gajelas. Sumpah nyesek banget! Nyesekin abis! Pernah gak sih lo nyesek dan saking nyeseknya gak ada setetes pun airmata yg keluar?! Sampai badan lo gemeteran gini! Gatau mesti gimana lagi. Cuma bisa pasrah dan berharap diberikan jalan solusinya. Gapapa kalo emang masih tetep gak percaya. Nyesek banget :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-6242324516937600351?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6242324516937600351/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/apakek.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6242324516937600351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6242324516937600351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/apakek.html' title='Apakek'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1449524348277606361</id><published>2011-09-06T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T06:23:17.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What My Bestfie Has Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hanya ada lima huruf yang paling ampuh yaitu JODOH. Hanya itu yang bisa membuat kenyataan berbalik seperti jodoh yang telah digariskan oleh Tuhan. Kalau kamu berjodoh pasti akan bersatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga orangnya masih inget sama kata-kata ini. Kata-kata yang dia ucapkan pada tanggal 22 Mei 2011. Ini adalah salah satu kalimat yang diucapkan oleh salah seorang sahabat gue dan sampai sekarang kata-kata ini terus disimpan baik-baik di memori gue :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-1449524348277606361?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1449524348277606361/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-my-bestfie-has-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1449524348277606361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1449524348277606361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-my-bestfie-has-said.html' title='What My Bestfie Has Said'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-4299045337076129321</id><published>2011-08-24T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T02:59:44.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Monthversarry For Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hey-ya peeps! Gue mau cerita seputar masalah anniv gue sama pacal tercinta #eaaa. Jadi tuh pas tanggal 23 Agustus kemarin tuh gue rencananya mau bikin kejutan buat dia. Gue sengaja tuh bales sms dia dengan jutek, singkat dan sinis HAHA. Dan gue juga sengaja bilang gini "maaf ya kalo hal yg mau aku sampein bakalan bikin kamu kecewa...dst...dst..." Udah mateng banget tuh rencana gue. Dan dia juga ngira kalo gue mau mutusin dia. Gue udah kerjasama dengan Double I (Icus-Ibam). Dan gue nyiapin surprise itu dimalam hari sampe jari gue ketusuk jarum gara gara ketiduran pas lagi bikin gantungan bintang-_- Nah TAPIIIIIII......pas sorenya malah gue bete beneran! Gara garanya dia ngirim sms ke gue dan gue kecewa sama isi smsnya dan ternyata setelah diselidiki pas tanggal 23 itu dia lagi gak konsen dan sms ngaco pun terkirim ke nomor gue-__- Yodah tuh kan yak gue udah bete beneran dan gagal lah surprisenya~ Nah, lanjut yak. Terus tuh kita berdua begadang dan akhirnya mood gue balik lagi jadi baik lagi. Terus tepat tanggal 24 Agustus jam 00.00 dia nelpon gue dan ngucapin happy anniv :'D Terus yaudah kan ya tuh gue sama dia anniv. Nah lanjut hari ini tanggal 24 Agustus. Dia janji bakalan dateng ke rumah gue kan buat yah ngerayain anniv giccuu. Pagi-pagi tuh gue smsan sama dia ehhh...dia ngilang-_- rupanya dia ketiduran. Nah yodah dia bales sms gue jam 8 kurang terus gue bales lagi dan........PENDING! Errr what the.... Gue ngirim sms sampe 10 kali kalo gak salah :O dan itu pending semua uuuu cedih u,u pokoknya selama pagi sampe sore tuh kita jarang banget smsan karna di UI gak ada sinyal. Konon katanya di UI emang jarang ada sinyal sejak jaman purbakala. Para ilmuwan telah meneliti hal ini dan menyimpulkan bahwa akan sering terjadi pending saat mengirim sms kepada orang yang posisinya berada di UI dengan sudut elevasi 45derajat :D #maafgaje-_-v itu isi sms gue buat Icus haha. Okeee balik ke topik, jam 15.15 dia nyampe tuh dirumah geweh terus yaudah tuh yak gue kasih surprise yg rada krik krik :'O tapi Alhamdulillah dia seneng sih O:) terus terus jam empat dia balik mau futsal sama maba atau siapaaa gitu lupa saya. Jadi yaudah itu lah secuil penggalan dari kisah anniv gue sama dia. Meskipun postingan kali ini terkesan gaje dan ngabal tapi sebenernya hal yg pengen gue sampein itu adalah....JENG...JENG...JENG.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 2ND MONTHVERSARRY FOR ME AND MY BELOVED, CANDRA ARIFIYANTO! HOPE OUR LOVE WILL LAST FOREVER! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nih gue kasih fotonya yayaya. Maaf kalo hasil jepretannya burem-_-v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NOiwPVbpjk/TlTIk1UyyFI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LNJmmyKznHw/s1600/2011-08-24%2B15.36.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NOiwPVbpjk/TlTIk1UyyFI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LNJmmyKznHw/s320/2011-08-24%2B15.36.56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644356768117213266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP5jLvDciSs/TlTJdjefZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/IYNBFf0UXUM/s1600/2011-08-24%2B16.10.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP5jLvDciSs/TlTJdjefZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/IYNBFf0UXUM/s320/2011-08-24%2B16.10.51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644357742578591570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cV7ZGI0nl20/TlTKIHuS-fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/it-nt86f19w/s1600/2011-08-24%2B16.11.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cV7ZGI0nl20/TlTKIHuS-fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/it-nt86f19w/s320/2011-08-24%2B16.11.31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644358473863068146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d98IoJb2DmQ/TlTKp3bPHwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/C9BI52fV5i4/s1600/2011-08-24%2B16.19.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d98IoJb2DmQ/TlTKp3bPHwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/C9BI52fV5i4/s320/2011-08-24%2B16.19.10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644359053603708674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-4299045337076129321?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4299045337076129321/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-2nd-monthversarry-for-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4299045337076129321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4299045337076129321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-2nd-monthversarry-for-us.html' title='Happy 2nd Monthversarry For Us!'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NOiwPVbpjk/TlTIk1UyyFI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LNJmmyKznHw/s72-c/2011-08-24%2B15.36.56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-4068791505294839004</id><published>2011-08-11T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:34:51.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Lies by Ashley Tisdale</title><content type='html'>It's in your eyes, feelings can't be disquised&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth makes me want you to tell me lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My biggest fear is crying oceans of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather you not be so sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cold could you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What would you do if you were me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off if it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If I kissed your lips for the last time&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say if it's so&lt;br /&gt;Tell my heart it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And do this one thing for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Make up some stupid story tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's alright, keep your truth and tell me lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Something's not right, love is nowhere in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to let go, it's not time&lt;br /&gt;How cruel could you be?&lt;br /&gt;Don't say it's through least not to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off, leave it a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If I kissed your lips for the last time&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say if it's so&lt;br /&gt;Tell my heart it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And do this one thing for me&lt;br /&gt;Make up some stupid story tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, keep your truth and tell me lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't tell me you're leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There's only so much I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's easier if you're faking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If I kissed your lips for the last time&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say if it's so&lt;br /&gt;Tell my heart it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And do this one thing for me&lt;br /&gt;Make up some stupid story tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can we keep pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is not the ending tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, keep your truth and tell me lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me lies&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me lies&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-4068791505294839004?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4068791505294839004/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/08/tell-me-lies-by-ashley-tisdale.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4068791505294839004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4068791505294839004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/08/tell-me-lies-by-ashley-tisdale.html' title='Tell Me Lies by Ashley Tisdale'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1883073963650994626</id><published>2011-08-06T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T04:53:48.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candra Arifiyanto</title><content type='html'>Biasa dipanggil Candra. Lahir tanggal 20 November 1992. Perbedaan umur terpaut 3 tahun, dia kuliah gue masih SMA, jarak kami Jakarta-Depok. Tapi satu hal yang sama, rasa sayang kami yang setara dan tulus. Banyak cobaan yang datang di dalam hubungan kami. Mulai dari hal-hal kecil sampai hal-hal besar. Dan yang paling berat adalah saat sahabat-sahabat dari pihak gue yang gak setuju dengan hubungan ini. Tapi saat itu gue gak peduli apa kata orang. Gue perjuangkan hubungan ini karna gue yakin dengan hubungan ini. Gue perjuangkan dia karna gue percaya sama dia. Dan akhirnya apa yang diharapkan pun terkabul. Sahabat-sahabat gue akhirnya mendukung hubungan ini. Semoga mereka bener-bener tulus mendukung hubungan ini karna bagi gue gak ada orang yang bisa ikut campur dalam hubungan gue dan Candra. Kalo di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flashback&lt;/span&gt; pertama kali gue kenal Candra itu hmm....mungkin waktu habis ulangan semester. Itu pun kenal lewat FB dan gue baru tau kalo dia senior gue di SMA. Saat itu dia lagi suka orang lain, begitu pula halnya dengan gue. Saat itu gue lagi tergila gila dengan yah senior di SMA. Gue baru tau saat itu kalo ternyata dia adalah bassist di band sekolah gue dan selera kami sama, kami sama-sama menyukai Muse. Setelah perkenalan singkat di FB, gue gak pernah lagi tegur sapa sama dia lewat FB. FYI, di sekolah juga gue gak tau dia yang mana. Sampai suatu ketika waktu itu lagi ada lomba band di sekolah. Dan akhirnya gue tau dia yang mana! Gue liatin dia dengan seksama. Mungkin lebih tepatnya tatapan sinis. Entahlah, gue kalo penasaran emang kayak gitu. Waktu pun berlalu hingga tanggal 24 April gue menerima berita buruk yang mengatakan bahwa senior yang gue suka ternyata udah punya pacar. Saat itu gue gak tau harus kayak gimana. Gue sempet terpuruk. Gue pikir gue gak bakalan bisa move on. Tapi ternyata Tuhan punya rencana lain. Tanggal 28 Mei, entah bagaimana caranya mulai tanggal itu gue smsan sama Candra. Terus beberapa hari setelahnya, dia nganterin gue pulang. Akhirnya sejak saat itu kita jadi dekat. Sampai curhat sesekali kalo ada masalah. Lalu waktu terus berjalan hingga tanggal 16 atau 17 Juni gue lupa, Candra bilang ke gue kalo dia suka sama gue. Jujur waktu itu gue gak tau harus berekspresi kayak gimana. Terus gue mulai merenung sampai masa itu pun berakhir. Tanggal 24 Juni dia nembak gue jam setengah 2 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candra :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mau pacaran sama kamu hahaha. Udah mulai ngawur ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gue : Kakak nembak aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candra : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nembak kalo diterima, ga diterima ya berarti bercanda hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gue : Yaudah deh terserah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candra : Iya deh beneran deh ya. Mau ga jadi pacar aku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jawabannya pasti udah bisa ditebak. Gue jawab iya. Jangan tanya kenapa. Gue gabisa ngasih alasan. Dan kalo ditanya sekarang gimana perasaan gue sama dia, gue bakalan jawab kalo gue sayang banget sama dia. Setiap selesei salat gue selalu berdoa sama Tuhan semoga dia jodoh gue. Gak tau kenapa gue gak mau kehilangan dia. Dan gue baru tau kalo kita bisa sesayang ini sama orang sampai nangis segala. Gue jadi keingetan omongannya si Icus pacarnya Ibam &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"a guy who can make you smile is the one you like but a guy who can make you cry is the one you love" &lt;/span&gt;Ternyata si folklore bisa ngomong romantis juga ya haha :p Dia udah gue kenalin ke orangtua gue dan gue juga udah kenalan sama orangtuanya dia. Hubungan kami udah direstui. Gue bikin janji dari dalam hati gue, gue bakalan ngebahagiain dia lebih dari waktu dia sama mantannya dan gue gak bakalan pernah ngecewain dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Makin tinggi pohon, makin besar pula angin yang mendorongnya. Kalo dari akar udah kuat, pasti pohon itu gak bakal tumbang. Aku mau deh kita kayak pohon redwood yang bisa tinggi 300 meter dan hidup 500 tahun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Itu kata-katanya dia yang paling bermakna buat gue dan membekas di hati gue. Ada hal yang mau gue sampein ke dia. Hal yang dapat dituangkan dalam kata-kata dan dapat dibuktikan dengan kesungguhan hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Distance made us became a lover, became a best friend and difference made us found the meaning of true love. Thank God for giving me what i need, not what i want. Thank God for sent me an angel named Candra Arifiyanto to fill my life with a pure love. 24. 06. 11 Together we can make the miracle comes true :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/897537932815076341-1883073963650994626?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1883073963650994626/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/08/candra-arifiyanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1883073963650994626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1883073963650994626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/08/candra-arifiyanto.html' title='Candra Arifiyanto'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-8754979787303858866</id><published>2011-07-23T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T17:58:42.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nothing special. Just wanna say "happy 1st month anniversary for me and my boyfie, Chandra Arifiyanto. Hope our love will last forever." :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-8754979787303858866?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8754979787303858866/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-1st-month-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8754979787303858866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8754979787303858866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-1st-month-anniversary.html' title='Happy 1st Month Anniversary'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1295013511990995298</id><published>2011-07-06T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T16:54:37.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts Burst Into Fire by Bullet For My Valentine</title><content type='html'>I'm coming home!&lt;br /&gt;I've been gone for far too long!&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;Have I fucked things up again?&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Too much time without you spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;It hurts!&lt;br /&gt;Wounds so sore!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm torn&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I've been far away&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;My hearts burst into fire!&lt;br /&gt;Hearts burst into fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm far from home!&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;Do you wait for me again?&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming&lt;br /&gt;No more days that I just spent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interlude:]&lt;br /&gt;My bed's so cold, so lonely&lt;br /&gt;No arms, just sheets to hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this world stop turning?&lt;br /&gt;Are we forever to be apart?&lt;br /&gt;(Forever to be apart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home&lt;br /&gt;I've been gone for too long!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm coming home)&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me at all?&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEARTS BURST IN TO FIRE [screamed]&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/hearts_burst_into_fire_lyrics_bullet_for_my_valentine.html&lt;br /&gt;All about Bullet For+My+Valentine: http://www.musictory.com/music/Bullet+For+My+Valentine&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/897537932815076341-1295013511990995298?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1295013511990995298/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/07/hearts-burst-into-fire-by-bullet-for-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1295013511990995298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1295013511990995298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/07/hearts-burst-into-fire-by-bullet-for-my.html' title='Hearts Burst Into Fire by Bullet For My Valentine'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-3094809725441889065</id><published>2011-07-02T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T06:58:07.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Most Amazing Place In This World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey peeps, malem ini perasaan gue lagi rada gak enak nih. Mana tadi pake nangis gak jelas segala lagi -__- jadi hari ini gue mau nge-post tentang dua tempat yang pengen banget gue kunjungin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Ferdinand Cheval Palace ar Ideal Palace (Perancis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AoQZelZ1DQ4/Tg8cCHU-hlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AQ5RguYb2do/s1600/Ferdinand-Cheval-Palace-a.k.a-Ideal-Palace-France.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AoQZelZ1DQ4/Tg8cCHU-hlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AQ5RguYb2do/s320/Ferdinand-Cheval-Palace-a.k.a-Ideal-Palace-France.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624745282261386834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--eOKkDwpVNQ/Tg8alrJFm6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/0fL1SbJvORU/s1600/image-aHR0cDovL2JsdWJlZGJ1aWEwMTo4My9pLzY2LzM0MUY3QUUyRTYwM0VFNkFGQkFEOTRGRDY0NDguanBn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--eOKkDwpVNQ/Tg8alrJFm6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/0fL1SbJvORU/s320/image-aHR0cDovL2JsdWJlZGJ1aWEwMTo4My9pLzY2LzM0MUY3QUUyRTYwM0VFNkFGQkFEOTRGRDY0NDguanBn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624743694147361698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ferdinand  Cheval Cheval alias Facteur (1836-1924) adalah seorang tukang pos yang  berhasil membangun mimpinya: Le Palais ideal. Sebuah benteng yang  menakjubkan dan imajiner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batu demi batu ia susun dan kerjakandengan  disiplin secara keras pada dirinya sendiri untuk menunjukkan kemauan  bahwa kemenangan bisa lebih dari segala macam kesulitan fisik dan  mental. Ia juga mencapai pemahaman yang lebih sempurna dari sifat alam  itu sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Long-Shan Temple aka Dragon Mountain (Taiwan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ekRGOwzEI0/Tg8hLwycUGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YA0GRrhNZ_k/s1600/caption.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ekRGOwzEI0/Tg8hLwycUGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YA0GRrhNZ_k/s320/caption.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624750945567789154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vlv-kW2oMJA/Tg8ieWHl6tI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-vGmqiBs6Q8/s1600/caption2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vlv-kW2oMJA/Tg8ieWHl6tI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-vGmqiBs6Q8/s320/caption2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624752364337883858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3V6iOfBXd0I/Tg8iV92cRSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Bs6bMuDtOLE/s1600/caption1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3V6iOfBXd0I/Tg8iV92cRSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Bs6bMuDtOLE/s320/caption1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624752220384544034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terletak di  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="street-address"&gt;No.211 Guangzhou Street,Wanhua District&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="locality"&gt; Taipei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="country-name"&gt;Taiwan. Dan berikut adalah ulasan dari seseorang yang pernah berkunjung ke sana :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kerumunan menakut-nakuti saya... Aku melihat orang-orang berkerumun  masuk dan keluar dari Bait Suci dan biasanya aku akan berubah sekitar  dan kiri sore itu ketika kami mendekati Bait di bawah hujan, tapi...  Hanya melihat artistik dan indah atap candi dari luar menarik saya di,  angka-angka emas, mengukir, warna di tengah-tengah wilayah sibuk Taipei.  Dan itu cermin itu sendiri terhadap sebelah kaca-terbungkus membangun!  Apa perbedaan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Di dalamnya ada begitu banyak orang, kami berjalan  seolah-olah dibawa oleh orang banyak! Aroma dupa, bunga, nyanyian,  persembahan bunga dipercaya, hadiah makanan dan semua orang yang  menyembah di daerah yang berbeda! Kami yang ditawarkan mengambil dupa  untuk membakar dan mengunjungi setiap daerah yang berbeda setelah  menonton upacara di bangunan utama. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ini adalah puncak kunjungan saya ke Taipei! Saya berharap saya dapat kembali beberapa waktu lagi selama tahun baru Cina!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gue pengen banget mengunjungi dua tempat yang menurut gue menakjubkan itu. Ferdinand Cheval yang penuh misteri dan Long-Shan Temple yang suci dan merupakan tempat yang sakral. Kebetulan gue tertarik banget sama yang namanya Budha dan bagi gue Long-Shan Temple merupakan kuil yang bersejarah mengingat Taiwan merupakan negara kelahiran Mater Cheng-yen, pendiri yayasan Budha Tzu-Chi. Sementara Ferdinand Cheval...well gue ngerasa punya ikatan batin aja dengan tempat itu. Mungkin karna letaknya yang di Perancis, negara yang sejak dulu selalu gue agung-agungkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-3094809725441889065?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3094809725441889065/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-most-amazing-place-in-this-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3094809725441889065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3094809725441889065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-most-amazing-place-in-this-world.html' title='Two Most Amazing Place In This World'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AoQZelZ1DQ4/Tg8cCHU-hlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AQ5RguYb2do/s72-c/Ferdinand-Cheval-Palace-a.k.a-Ideal-Palace-France.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-6734953605417170387</id><published>2011-06-28T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:52:47.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 = Fifteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bonjour! Peeps, setelah sempet bingung dari kemarin mau nge-post apa, akhirnya gue tau gue mau nge-post apa. Hari ini gue mau ngomongin masalah umur di awal masa SMA. Hmm awal lo kelas 10 kan pasti cenderung berumur 15 tahun kan? Nah, menurut lo ada gak sih yang istimewa di umur 15 tahun? Kalo bagi gue sih ya umur yg paling sakral dan istimewa itu bukan 17 tahun tapi 15 tahun. Di umur 15 tahun itulah lo lagi dalam tahap menuju kedewasaan. Di umur 15 tahun juga mayoritas orang menemukan cinta pertamanya. Dan di umur 15 tahun juga orang melakukan kesalahannya dalam memilih. Gimana kalo gue neranginnya lewat lagu? Kalo lewat lagu mungkin bakalan bisa lebih dipahami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Fifteen by Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It's the morning of your very first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And you say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Try and stay out of everybody's way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;For the next four years in this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"You know, I haven't seen you around before"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And when you're fifteen feeling like there's nothing to figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Well, count to ten, take it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;This is life before you know who you're gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Fifteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And soon enough you're best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;We'll be outta here as soon as we can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And then you're on your very first date and he's got a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And you're feeling like flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And you're momma's waiting up and you're thinking he's the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And you're dancing 'round your room when the night ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;When the night ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;When you're fifteen and your first kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Makes your head spin 'round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;But in your life you'll do things greater than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Dating the boy on the football team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;But I didn't know it at fifteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;When all you wanted was to be wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;But I realized some bigger dreams of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Who changed his mind and we both cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And when you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I've found time can heal most anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And you just might find who you're supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I didn't know who I was supposed to be at fifteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Your very first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Take a deep breath girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ngerti kan maksudnya? Di umur 15 tahun saat orang jatuh cinta untuk pertama kalinya, dia pasti bakalan punya khayalan-khayalan gila. Di umur 15 tahun juga lo bisa mengecap yg namanya kebebasan karna diumur itu diri lo mulai berontak. Jangan sampai kalian membuat kesalahan fatal hanya karna masalah cinta dan hal-hal lainnya. Kalian berumur 15 tahun, kalian bebas, tapi kalian memiliki tanggung jawab. Postingan kali ini gue persembahkan khusus buat calon adik kelas gue yang nantinya bakalan berumur 15 tahun. Satu hal yg pengen gue sampein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"when you're 15 don't mess up w/ anything just because of your first love. Remember, you're still a daughter of your parents so you ve responsibility to them. I'm glad to be 15 w/ the responsibility that i ve."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Semoga kalian nanti bisa memanfaatkan umur 15 tahun itu ya c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-6734953605417170387?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6734953605417170387/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/15-fifteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6734953605417170387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6734953605417170387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/15-fifteen.html' title='15 = Fifteen!'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-214089950824459837</id><published>2011-06-23T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:51:18.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Me by Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hey-yo peeps! Tadinya gue mau nge-post tentang ROXONE but guess what! Aplikasi buat nge-post imagenya error! Errr....what the heck &amp;gt;:O jadi yodah yak gue nge-post lagu aja yup. Ini salah satu lagunya Colbie Caillat yg jadi favorit gewe~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You Got Me by Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You're stuck on me and my laughing eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't pretend though I try to hide - I like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I think I felt my heart skip a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe - you got me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; You got me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; The way you take my hand is just so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; And that crooked smile of yours it knocks me off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, I just can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How much do I need to fill me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; It feels so good it must be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's everything that I've been dreaming of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause no matter what I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh (oh) my heart is filled with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't imagine what it'd be like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Livin everyday in this life - without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One look from you I know you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; This mess we're in you know is just so out of hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, I just can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; How much do I need to fill me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; It feels so good it must be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; It's everything that I've been dreaming of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause no matter what I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, I just can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; How much do I need to fill me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; It feels so good it must be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; It's everything that I've been dreaming of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause no matter what I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oh (oh) my heart is filled with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; You got me. You got me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; You got me. You got me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Adieu! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-214089950824459837?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/214089950824459837/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-got-me-by-colbie-caillat.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/214089950824459837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/214089950824459837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-got-me-by-colbie-caillat.html' title='You Got Me by Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-4798778912639497469</id><published>2011-06-23T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:02:09.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When There Was Me and You by Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's funny when you find yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Looking from the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I'm standing here but all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Is to be over there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did I let myself believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Miracles could happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause now I have to pretend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That I don't really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I thought you were my fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; A dream when I'm not sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; A wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Thats coming true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I swore I knew the melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; That I heard you singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; And when you smiled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; You made me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Like I could sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But then you went and changed the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now my heart is empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I'm only left with used-to-be's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; And once upon a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I know you're not a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; And wishes on a star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Just don't come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Cause now even I can tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Because I liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; When there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I could be so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; It's like you were floating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; While I was falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; And I didn't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Thought you felt it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lagu ini gue persembahin khusus buat Chicken Little. Gue kibarin deh bendera putih. Gue nyerah. Dia emang lebih cocok sama pacarnya yang lebih baik dari gue. Doa gue cuma satu, semoga kalian langgeng dan bahagia :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&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/897537932815076341-4798778912639497469?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4798778912639497469/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4798778912639497469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4798778912639497469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/give-up.html' title='Give Up!'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1545627378789046371</id><published>2011-06-22T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T04:39:39.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamus Bahasa Bunga</title><content type='html'>Akasia : Cinta yang tersembunyi, secret admirer, I love you in secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCitas2rNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NKGZRxdTc7g/s320/akasia.jpg" alt="[Image: akasia.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aster : (menurutku, kamu itu) perempuan yang sangat cantik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCjNw7frGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vtYnpJ0XXYo/s320/aster.jpg" alt="[Image: aster.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris : (Aku punya) keyakinan yang kuat padamu, Your Friendship means so much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCjj4HtFBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M2xuIyCXk9M/s320/Iris.jpg" alt="[Image: Iris.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy : Affection, Wedded Love (cinta yang terikat / ikatan cinta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCjvgNdtvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TQPbeGGE1UY/s1600/Ivy.JPG" alt="[Image: Ivy.JPG]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga Anyelir (Carnation)&lt;br /&gt;Carnation Kuning : Kamu telah membuatku kecewa&lt;br /&gt;Carnation Pink : I will never forget you&lt;br /&gt;Carnation Red : My Heart aches for you&lt;br /&gt;Carnation putih : Cinta yang murni, manis, dan innocent&lt;br /&gt;Carnation Striped : Nope, Sorry, I cannot be with you&lt;br /&gt;Carnation Ungu : Sesuatu yang tidak dapat diprediksi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCkIl3QAiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EiqtmTbbffU/s320/anyelir2.jpg" alt="[Image: anyelir2.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrysant&lt;br /&gt;Chrysant Merah : Cinta&lt;br /&gt;Chrysant Putih : Kejujuran dan Kebenaran&lt;br /&gt;Chrysant Kuning : Kegembiraan dan Optimisme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCkYHmL4XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/c9g7l3DpYPk/s320/krisan.jpg" alt="[Image: krisan.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga Cattleya : Dewasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCknf7OpYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YPdvP5LhT-A/s320/cattleya.jpg" alt="[Image: cattleya.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edelweiss : Daring &amp;amp; Noble Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCk4LPxAqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_QAm2yRX_TQ/s320/edelweis.jpg" alt="[Image: edelweis.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga  Anggrek&lt;br /&gt;Anggrek : Mature Charm (Pesona yang matang), Flower of Magnificence&lt;br /&gt;Anggrek putih : Perasaan cinta yang murni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCmaGtky3I/AAAAAAAAAII/Op8Y8O7Rfe4/s320/anggrek5.jpg" alt="[Image: anggrek5.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia : Keagungan ; Kemewahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCmkY9IabI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GlX8L9g_t18/s1600/dahlia.jpg" alt="[Image: dahlia.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga Mawar&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Merah  : Cinta yang membara dan penuh rasa hormat&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Marun : Kamu cantik sekali&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Putih : Cinta yang kuberikan abadi&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Kuning : Aku merasa cemburu&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Pink : Kebahagiaan sempurna, Please Believe Me (percayalah padaku)&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Oranye : Aku ingin mengenalmu lebih dalam&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Peach : Aku kagum padamu&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Warna-warni : You’re Everything For Me (kamu segalanya bagiku)&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Pink dan Putih : I love you still and always will&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Merah dan Putih : Unity (persatuan)&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Merah dan Kuning : Congratulations&lt;br /&gt;Mawar dgn tangkai panjang : I will always remember U (aku akan selalu mengingatmu)&lt;br /&gt;Buket mawar mekar sedang : Penghargaan ; rasa terima kasih&lt;br /&gt;Buket mawar mekar penuh : I Love U / I Still Love U&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Pink Gelap : Terima Kasih&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Pink Terang : Love, Gentility, You're so Lovely, Perfect Happiness, Please believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCmzJ_TyJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QzlUHBRS1MI/s320/mawar9.jpg" alt="[Image: mawar9.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga Lilac&lt;br /&gt;Lilac Ungu : Cinta pertama&lt;br /&gt;Lilac, Mauve : "Do You Still Love Me?"&lt;br /&gt;Lilac, White : "My First Dream Of Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCm_Cy5FkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cuZCMEzmWxI/s320/lilac.jpg" alt="[Image: lilac.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga Lily&lt;br /&gt;Lily, Calla : Majestic Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Lily-Of-The-Valley : Purity and Humility, Sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Lily Putih   : Cinta yang dalam namun diliputi duka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCnKVAdtzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/unH_Qzf2hhw/s1600/lily.jpg" alt="[Image: lily.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotus : Mystery and Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCnTGT-MJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0TRQoHDxmG0/s320/lotus.jpg" alt="[Image: lotus.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary : Ingatlah aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCnfL8LlyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/r-VgGuG_Nqc/s320/rosemary.jpg" alt="[Image: rosemary.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melati : Persahabatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCnsRhxDuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8BaZWEwQWDI/s320/melati.jpg" alt="[Image: melati.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavender : Hubungan yang lekat dan mendalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCn0BHDtJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/p-7TOZRlwXY/s1600/Lavender.jpg" alt="[Image: Lavender.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga Daisy&lt;br /&gt;Daisy : Loyal love (cinta yang setia) ; Romance; Gentleness, Innocence&lt;br /&gt;Daisy Kuning : Matahari bersinar di wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCn8-0RhEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vdqXyV_lfp0/s320/daisy.jpg" alt="[Image: daisy.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga Tulip&lt;br /&gt;Tulip Merah : Deklarasi cinta&lt;br /&gt;Tulip : Symbol of the perfect lover&lt;br /&gt;Tulip Putih : Putus cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCoYkobADI/AAAAAAAAAIw/whT7WT5EUoE/s320/tulip_garden.jpg" alt="[Image: tulip_garden.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga Matahari : Aku selalu memandangmu di mana pun kau berada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCpwdqBlrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6SiK3do20ug/s320/bunga+matahari.jpg" alt="[Image: bunga+matahari.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembang Sepatu : Kecantikan yang sederhana dan memikat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCplMD9DPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/aXFdebrq_es/s320/bunga+sepatu.jpg" alt="[Image: bunga+sepatu.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daffodil : You are the only one (kamulah satu-satunya) ; The Sun shines when I’m with U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://[/img%5DMagnolia%20:%20Dignity,%20Splendid%20Beauty%5Bimg%5Dhttp://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCpPTiLsrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Py964eSMZp0/s1600/magnolia.jpeg" alt="[Image: magnolia.jpeg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistletoe : Affection and Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCpCl_rV6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/bF8BND-TtbM/s320/mistletoe.jpg" alt="[Image: mistletoe.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning Glory : Janji yang akan dipegang teguh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCo3LZl-1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/GdEDBP_ZNAM/s320/morning-glory-.jpg" alt="[Image: morning-glory-.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arti Jumlah Bunga Secara General:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1 (satu) bunga berarti memikirkan&lt;br /&gt;    3 (tiga) bunga berarti menghormati&lt;br /&gt;    5 (lima) bunga berarti tertarik&lt;br /&gt;    7 (tujuh) bunga berarti mencintai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arti Bunga Mawar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1 (satu) mawar - cintaku hanya untukmu&lt;br /&gt;    6 (enam) mawar - aku cinta kamu&lt;br /&gt;    12 (duabelas) mawar - aku sangat mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;    36 (tigapuluh enam)mawar - rasanya romantis berada di dekatmu&lt;br /&gt;    99 (Sembilan puluh sembilan) mawar - cintaku hanya untukmu selamanya&lt;br /&gt;    144 (seratus empat puluh empat) mawar - maukah kau menikah dengan saya?&lt;br /&gt;    365 (tiga ratus enam puluh lima ) mawar - memikirkan dan mencintaimu setiap hari sepanjang tahun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiap-tiap bunga dengan warna berbeda bisa diinterpetasikan secara keilmuan bahkan tradisional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tradisional:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Merah: melambangkan romantis&lt;br /&gt;2. Kuning: melambangkan persahabatan&lt;br /&gt;3. Putih: melambangkan penghormatan&lt;br /&gt;4. Peach: melambangkan tanda terima kasih&lt;br /&gt;5. Merah muda: melambangkan penghargaan&lt;br /&gt;6. Oranye: melambangkan api semangat&lt;br /&gt;7. Ungu: melambangkan cinta pada pandangan pertama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Keilmuan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan jika dibedakan dari segi keilmuan, warna diketahui bisa  membawa efek ke dalam pikiran. Jadi, sebuah warna bisa mempengaruhi  kesenangan, tekanan dalam tubuh, membawa energi, atau bersifat  menenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga juga bisa digunakan sebagai pengobatan. Misalnya:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hitam: bisa menimbulkan tenaga, percaya diri, dan meningkatkan kemampuan&lt;br /&gt;2. Biru: memberikan ketenangan dalam pikiran dan jiwa. Warna ini juga bisa menurunkan tekanan darah tinggi&lt;br /&gt;3. Merah: digunakan untuk memacu semangat dan pembangkit gairah&lt;br /&gt;4. Hijau: memberikan relaksasi pada pikiran dan tubuh&lt;br /&gt;5. Ungu: menimbulkan rasa tenang dan damai&lt;br /&gt;6. Merah muda: memberikan ketenangan&lt;br /&gt;7. Kuning: mencerminkan energi dan menyebarkan cahaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dari sepersekian banyaknya bunga, gue paling suka anggrek putih yang melambangkan cinta yang murni. Itulah alasan kenapa gue selalu mengharapkan hadiah anggrek putih di hari ulang tahun gue :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;source : http://www.eocommunity.com/showthread.php?tid=9439&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-1545627378789046371?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1545627378789046371/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/kamus-bahasa-bunga.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1545627378789046371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1545627378789046371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/kamus-bahasa-bunga.html' title='Kamus Bahasa Bunga'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opd3dkOdxek/TPCitas2rNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NKGZRxdTc7g/s72-c/akasia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-8279476906681353833</id><published>2011-06-20T08:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:04:08.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puisi Tentang Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="itemtext"&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="verdana8point"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Detak jantung terus berlantun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;langkah kaki tetap terpadu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dalam lembaran penuh warna kehidupan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;angan yang terpendam kan terwujud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cita-cita yang tinggi kan tergapai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dengan usaha serta keriangan dan kesungguhan  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;itulah arti dari mencintai diri sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jika kita mencintai seseorang, kita akan senantiasa mendoakannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;walaupun  dia tidak berada disisi kita. Tuhan memberikan kita dua kaki untuk  berjalan, dua tangan untuk memegang,dua telinga untuk mendengar dan dua  mata untuk melihat.Tetapi mengapa Tuhan hanya menganugerahkan sekeping  hati pada kita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Karena Tuhan telah  memberikan sekeping lagi hati pada seseorang untuk kita mencarinya. Itulah Cinta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jangan sesekali mengucapkan selamat tinggal jika kita masih mau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mencoba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jangan sesekali menyerah jika kita masih merasa sanggup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jangan sesekali mengatakan kita tidak mencintainya lagi, jika kita masih tidak dapat melupakannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta datang kepada orang yang masih mempunyai harapan, walaupun mereka telah dikecewakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kepada  mereka yang masih percaya, walaupun mereka telah dikhianati. Kepada  mereka yang masih ingin mencintai, walaupun mereka telah disakiti  sebelumnya dan Kepada mereka yang mempunyai keberanian dan keyakinan  untuk membangunkan kembali kepercayaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jangan simpan kata-kata  cinta pada orang yang tersayang hingga dia meninggal dunia dan akhirnya  kita terpaksa mencatatkan kata-kata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cinta itu pada pusaranya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sebaiknya ucapkan kata-kata cinta yang tersimpan  dibenak kita itu sekarang selagi ada hayatnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mungkin  Tuhan menginginkan kita bertemu dan bercinta dengan orang yang salah  sebelum bertemu dengan orang yang tepat,&lt;/span&gt; kita harus mengerti bagaimana  berterimakasih atas karunia tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta dapat mengubah pahit menjadi manis, debu beralih emas, keruh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;menjadi bening, sakit menjadi sembuh, penjara menjadi telaga, derita menjadi nikmat dan kemarahan menjadi rahmat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sungguh  menyakitkan mencintai seseorang yang tidak mencintai kita, tetapi lebih  menyakitkan adalah mencintai seseorang dan kita tidak pernah memiliki  keberanian untuk menyatakan cinta itu kepadanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Seandainya kita ingin mencintai atau memiliki hati seseorang ibaratkanlah seperti menyunting sekuntum mawar merah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kadangkala kita mencium harum mawar tersebut, tetapi ada kalanya kita merasakan bisa duri  mawar itu menusuk jari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hal  yang menyedihkan dalam hidup adalah ketika kita bertemu seseorang yang  sangat berarti bagi kita, hanya untuk menemukan bahwa pada akhirnya  menjadi tidak berarti dan kita harus membiarkannya pergi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kadangkala kita tidak menghargai orang yang mencintai kita sepenuh hati,sehingga kita kehilangannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pada  saat itu, tiada guna penyesalan karena perginya tanpa berkata lagi.  Cintailah seseorang itu atas dasar siapa dia sekarang dan bukan siapa  dia sebelumnya. Kisah silam tidak perlu diungkit lagi, sekiranya kita  benar-benar mencintainya setulus hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hati-hati dengan cinta,  karena cinta juga dapat membuat orang sehat menjadi sakit, orang gemuk  menjadi kurus, orang normal menjadi gila, orang kaya menjadi miskin,  raja menjadi budak, jika cintanya itu disambut oleh para pecinta palsu.  Kemungkinan apa yang kita sayangi atau cintai tersimpan keburukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;didalamnya dan kemungkinan apa yang kita benci tersimpan kebaikan di dalamnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta  kepada harta artinya bakhil, cinta kepada perempuan artinya alam, cinta  kepada diri artinya bijaksana, cinta kepada mati artinya hidup dan  cinta kepada Tuhan artinya Takwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lemparkan seorang yang bahagia dalam bercinta kedalam laut, pasti ia akan membawa seekor ikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lemparkan pula seorang yang gagal dalam bercinta ke dalam gudang roti, pasti ia akan mati kelaparan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Seandainya  kita dapat berbicara dalam semua bahasa manusia dan alam,tetapi tidak  mempunyai perasaan cinta dan kasih, dirimu tak ubah seperti gong yang  bergaung atau sekedar canang yang gemericing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta adalah keabadian... dan kenangan adalah hal terindah yang pernah dimiliki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Siapapun  pandai menghayati cinta, tapi tak seorangpun pandai menilai cinta  karena cinta bukanlah suatu objek yang bisa dilihat oleh kasat  mata,sebaliknya cinta hanya dapat dirasakan melalui hati dan perasaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta  mampu melunakkan besi, menghancurkan batu, membangkitkan yang mati dan  meniupkan kehidupan padanya serta membuat budak menjadi pemimpin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Itulah cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta  sebenarnya adalah membiarkan orang yang kita cintai menjadi dirinya  sendiri dan tidak merubahnya menjadi gambaran yang kita inginkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jika tidak, kita hanya mencintai pantulan diri sendiri yang kita temukan di dalam dirinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kita  tidak akan pernah tahu bila kita akan jatuh cinta. Namun apabila sampai  saatnya itu, raihlah dengan kedua tanganmu dan jangan biarkan dia pergi  dengan sejuta rasa tanda tanya di hatinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta bukanlah kata  murah dan lumrah dituturkan dari mulut kemulut tetapi cinta adalah  anugerah Tuhan yang indah dan suci jika manusia dapat menilai  kesuciannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bercinta memang mudah, untuk dicintai juga memang  mudah. Tapi untuk dicintai oleh orang yang kita cintai itulah yang sukar  diperoleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jika saja kehadiran cinta sekedar untuk mengecewakan,  lebih baik cinta itu tak pernah hadir. Karena cinta sesuatu yang  membawa keindahan dan kebahagiaan di dalamnya .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta itu seperti  kupu-kupu. Tambah dikejar,tambah lari. Tapi kalau dibiarkan terbang,  dia akan datang disaat kita tidak mengharapkannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta dapat  membuatmu bahagia tapi sering juga bikin sedih, tapi cinta baru berharga  kalau diberikan kepada seseorang yang menghargainya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jadi jangan terburu-buru dan pilih yang terbaik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta  bukan bagaimana menjadi pasangan yang"sempurna" bagi seseorang. Tapi  bagaimana menemukan seseorang yang dapat membantumu menjadi dirimu  sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jangan pernah bilang "I love you" kalau kita tidak perduli. Jangan pernah membicarakan perasaan yang tidak pernah ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jangan pernah menyentuh hidup seseorang kalau hal itu akan menghancurkan hatinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jangan pernah menatap matanya kalau semua yang kita lakukan hanya berbohong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hal  paling kejam yang seseorang lakukan kepada orang lain adalah  membiarkannya jatuh cinta,sementara kita tidak berniat untuk  menangkapnya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta bukan "Ini salah kamu", tapi "Maafkan aku".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bukan "Kamu dimana sih?", tapi "Aku disini".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bukan"Gimana sih kamu?", tapi "Aku ngerti kok". Bukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Coba kamu gak kayak gini", tapi "Aku cinta kamu seperti kamu apa adanya".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kompatibilitas  yang paling benar bukan diukur berdasarkan berapa lama kita sudah  bersama maupun berapa sering kita bersama, tapi apakah selama kita  bersama, kita selalu saling mengisi satu sama lain dan saling membuat  hidup yang berkualitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kesedihan dan kerinduan hanya terasa  selama yang kita inginkan dan menyayat sedalam yang kita ijinkan.Yang  berat bukan bagaimana caranya menanggulangi kesedihan dan kerinduan itu,  tapi bagaimana belajar darinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cara jatuh cinta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;jatuh  tapi jangan terhuyung-huyung, konsisten tapi jangan memaksa. berbagi  dan jangan bersikap tidak adil, mengerti dan cobalah untuk tidak banyak  menuntut, sedih tapi jangan pernah simpan kesedihan itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Memang  sakit melihat orang yang kita cintai sedang berbahagia dengan orang  lain, tapi lebih sakit lagi kalau orang yang kita cintai itu tidak  berbahagia bersama kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta akan menyakitkan ketika kita berpisah  dengan seseorang, lebih menyakitkan apabila kita dilupakan oleh kekasih,  tapi cinta akan lebih menyakitkan lagi apabila seseorang yang kita  sayangi tidak tahu apa yang sesungguhnya kita rasakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yang  paling menyedihkan dalam hidup adalah menemukan seseorang dan jatuh  cinta, hanya untuk menemukan bahwa dia bukan untuk kita dan kita sudah  menghabiskan banyak waktu untuk orang yang tidak pernah menghargainya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kalau dia tidak mengatakan "ya" sekarang, dia tidak akan pernah mengatakan "ya" setahun lagi ataupun 10 tahun lagi , biarkan dia pergi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta adalah semangat, cinta adalah kepercayaan, cinta adalah energi yang tak bisa dimusnahkan ia hanya bisa berubah bentuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cinta memang tak harus memiliki,  karena mencintai berarti memberi tanpa pernah meminta .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Jujur tadi gue sempet galau gara gara dengerin puisi ini. Gue dapet rekamannya dari Deldam dan puisi ini bener bener dalem banget bahasanya. Gue ngerasa kayak disindir haha. Hmm move on ya? Gue masih belum bisa ngelakuin hal itu. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"For every boy that i've ever met, he's the most painful."  &lt;/span&gt;Dia bikin gue mencintai dia lebih dari hidup gue dan gue gak pernah bisa buat move on dari dia. Gue sampe nyakitin banyak orang demi dia. Gue tau gue jahat. I'm such a jerk! Tapi mau gimana lagi, gue sayang sama dia. Saat ini gue lagi berusaha keras buat move on dan gue harap gue bisa ngelakuin hal itu :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="verdana8point"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-backlinks post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-icons"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1866731163"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7434988017718334833&amp;amp;postID=2297660829847609786&amp;amp;from=pencil" title="Edit Post"&gt;&lt;span class="quick-edit-icon"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-8279476906681353833?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8279476906681353833/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/puisi-tentang-cinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8279476906681353833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8279476906681353833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/puisi-tentang-cinta.html' title='Puisi Tentang Cinta'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-2072537773165490343</id><published>2011-06-16T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:14:08.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Chicken Little,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is that true that there's second chance for me? Can i fall in love with you twice? Because actually i just can't stop loving you. There's always you on my mind. I still remember December 14th 2010 and i wanna go back to that time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss your white skin, your brown-spike hair, your laugh, your sweet smile, and your beautiful voice.&lt;/span&gt; I miss everything about you. I don't even care if you have a girlfriend because i'm already made because of you! You make me cry, smile, laugh, jealous everyday. You don't even know that i always think about the moment when i was singing while you were playing your guitar. I still remember the date, February 12th 2011. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I swear i love you more than she loves you and i love you just the way you are.&lt;/span&gt; I bet i can make you happier than before. I hope you will give me the second chance. If you break up with your girlfie, run and try to find me. I'll always be there to erase your tears. I'll always be there whenever you need me. I swear i won't make you disappointed. You're the only guy who's always on my mind. Thinking of you fills me with a wonderful feeling.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're the one who holds the key to my heart.&lt;/span&gt; I love the way you keep your cool when i do something stupid. I love your walk, talk, and the things you dare. I'll wait for you, doesn't matter with the time. One month, 5 months, 10 months, a year, 5 years, 10 years. Ah, i lost my mind because of you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just remember something, time changes but there's something not change. My feeling doesn't change. It's still you. It's always been you. I love you yesterday, today, tomorrow, and forever :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With much love and sadness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dila Farah Nugraha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-2072537773165490343?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2072537773165490343/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-chicken-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-8622715464560132418</id><published>2011-06-14T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:44:28.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAAF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gue tau kok kalo gue jahat. Gue udah suka sama cowok yang udah punya pacar. Gue tau gue jahat banget tapi gue mesti gimana? Diam dan nyakitin hati? Pasif dan menyiksa batin? Gimana caranya membunuh perasaan ini? Belum pernah gue suka sama cowok sampai sebegini parahnya! Temen-temen gue juga bilang kalo gue bukannya suka sama dia tapi gue udah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CINTA MATI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sama dia. Susah ngelupain segalanya yang udah terjadi. Gue bahkan inget hal-hal kecil tentang dia. Gue bahkan inget detail hari-hari yang gue laluin dengan dia dulu. Gue bahkan masih belum bisa nerima kenyataan. Gue bahkan masih selalu mengharapkan kehadiran dia. Gue bahkan masih suka mati gaya di depan dia. Gue bahkan gak bisa menatap wajahnya langsung karna gue emang gak bisa menatap langsung wajah orang yang gue suka. Gue masih inget tanggal itu, 4 Maret 2011. Hari itu gue nangis seharian dan mogok makan cuma gara-gara dia. Gue tau gue bodoh banget. Gue bahkan masih inget tanggal 14 Desember 2010. Hari dimana gue jatuh cinta sama dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gue gak pernah percaya sama love at the first sight karna bagi gue love at the first sight cuma ngeliat dari fisik, tapi akhirnya gue kena karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gue jatuh cinta sama dia pada pandangan pertama! Gue masih inget waktu itu classmeeting dan kita berdua lagi ngeliat anak-anak main futsal terus kita gak sengaja bertemu pandang dan gue langsung deg-degan dan batin gue berkata kalo gue suka sama dia. Ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GUE SUKA SAMA DIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selama liburan sekolah gue terus-terusan ngegalauin dia. Terus pas tanggal 8 Januari 2011. Dia manggung bareng bandnya dan pandangan gue terus lurus ke dia karna jujur gue terhipnotis dengan kharismanya dia saat memainkan gitarnya. Gue selalu membayangkan saat dimana gue nyanyi diiringi petikan gitarnya dia. Ya, gue rasa gue udah mulai kehilangan kewarasan gue karna dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gue tau kok kalo dia udah punya pacar yang jauh lebih baik, lebih cantik, dan lebih sempurna dari gue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi cinta itu fleksibel dan terkadang terkesan salah tempat dan waktu. Itu yang gue alami sekarang. Andai aja ada kesempatan kedua buat gue. Andai aja gue gak telat suka sama dia. Andai gue suka sama dia sejak gue masuk SMA, pasti segalanya bakal berjalan lebih baik dari ini. Tapi gak ada gunanya juga gue menyesali hal yang udah lalu. Gue harus bisa maju. Tapi, hati gue tetap gak bisa nerima. Hati gue gak bisa nerima kalo orang yang ngebahagiain dia bukan gue. Tapi ya udahlah, toh yang penting dia bahagia. Kalo gue bisa ngomong face to face sama dia, gue bakalan nyampein hal ini :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Maaf karna gue udah ganggu hidup lo. Maaf karna gue udah masuk di kehidupan lo dan cewek lo. Maaf karna gue pernah berencana untuk ngerebut hati lo. Maaf karna gue udah nangis karna lo. Maaf karna gue udah ngasih lo kado ulang tahun di depan cewek lo tapi saat gue gak tau kalo lo udah punya pacar. Maaf karna gue udah jatuh cinta sama lo. Semoga lo langgeng dan bahagia sama pacar lo. Satu hal yang mesti lo tau, rasa suka emang bisa pudar tapi rasa sayang gak akan pernah hilang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAAF KARNA GUE EMANG JAHAT DAN JALAN PIKIRAN GUE PICIK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Seperti Yang Kau Minta by Chrisye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;maafkan aku tak bisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;memahami maksud amarahmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;membaca dan mengerti isi hatimu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ampuni aku yang telah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  memasuki kehidupan kalian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  mencoba mencari celah dalam hatimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;reff: aku tahu ku takkan bisa&lt;br /&gt; menjadi seperti yang engkau minta&lt;br /&gt; namun selama nafas berhembus&lt;br /&gt; aku kan mencoba&lt;br /&gt; menjadi seperti yang kau minta&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;repeat *&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;reff2: aku tahu ku takkan bisa&lt;br /&gt; menjadi seperti yang engkau minta&lt;br /&gt; namun selama nafas berhembus&lt;br /&gt; aku kan mencoba&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aku tahu dia yang bisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; menjadi seperti yang engkau minta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; namun selama aku bernyawa&lt;br /&gt; aku kan mencoba&lt;br /&gt; menjadi seperti yang kau minta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;With much love and sadness,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Dila Farah Nugraha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-8622715464560132418?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8622715464560132418/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/maaf.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8622715464560132418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8622715464560132418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/maaf.html' title='MAAF'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-3894992030719347927</id><published>2011-06-13T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:01:10.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of My Heart by John Mayer ft. Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I was born in the arms of imaginary friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Then you come crashing in, like the realest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Trying my best to understand all that your love can bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Oh, half of my heart's got a grip on the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart takes time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; That I can't keep loving you, oh, with half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I was made to believe I'd never love somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I made a plan, stay the man who can only love himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Lonely was the song I sang, 'til the day you came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Showing me another way and all that my love can bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Oh, half of my heart's got a grip on the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart takes time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; That I can't keep loving you, oh, with half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Your faith is strong, but I can only fall short for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Down the road, later on you will hate that I never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Gave more to you than half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; But I can't stop loving you (Taylor Swift: I can't stop loving you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; But I can't stop loving you (Taylor Swift: I can't stop loving you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;But I can't stop loving you with half of my --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart's got a real good imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart's got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; That half of my heart won't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; To a bride with a paper ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;And half of my heart is the part of a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Who's never truly loved anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-3894992030719347927?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3894992030719347927/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/half-of-my-heart-by-john-mayer-ft.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3894992030719347927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3894992030719347927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/half-of-my-heart-by-john-mayer-ft.html' title='Half of My Heart by John Mayer ft. Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-4684107640137369263</id><published>2011-06-13T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:47:44.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember of X One :')</title><content type='html'>Je le regrette beaucop! Hey peeps! Ternyata aplikasinya gak error tapi guenya yg kurang teliti hehe .__.v Jadi nih ya ini gue mau nge-post tentang ROXONE, kelas gue tercinta. Nah inilah anggota-anggota ROXONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Adelia Devanthy (Adel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tE1ACF3H-OQ/TfYVUGiSoOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DPvmaMsorJM/s1600/14093_1370297350272_1616899004_905144_1396541_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tE1ACF3H-OQ/TfYVUGiSoOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DPvmaMsorJM/s320/14093_1370297350272_1616899004_905144_1396541_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617701020287279330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahir tanggal 16 Desember 1995. Anaknya polos banget, lucu, kocak, baik bangeeeetttt. Gue kenal sama dia sejak pertama kali MOPDB soalnya kebetulan dia kan duduk di depan gue hehe. Adel anaknya asik diajak ngobrol dan yang terpenting dia gak sombong. Kata ROXONE dia itu "polos, lucu, baik, ramah, kadang lemot tapi mau berusaha kalo gak bisa." ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ahmad Faisal Ardian Caesario (Rio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dq0dq-9VIgs/TgJyXqv1qOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8itOKqm4meU/s1600/rio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dq0dq-9VIgs/TgJyXqv1qOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8itOKqm4meU/s320/rio.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621181035849296098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 2 Desember 1994. Anaknya baik, loyal, tapi kadang-kadang suka aneh hahaha. Sebenernya waktu kelas 7 gue sempet satu smp sama dia tapi dia pindah ke 41 dan ternyata ketemu lagi di sma! Gila ya nih anak pinter banget itung itungannya. Semester 2 nilai mtk gue kalah jauh sama dia errrr....pokoknya semua itung itungan dia jago banget deh. Hapalan juga dia jago. Anaknya diem-diem menenggelamkan dan agak frontal -__- dia juga deket sama Chicken Little loh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Al-Tifani Rizky Hayyu (Tifani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PxXasmj94CQ/TgJzocKwY2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/igRDGeuOMOM/s1600/58576_1343281273650_1579774034_706523_7201598_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PxXasmj94CQ/TgJzocKwY2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/igRDGeuOMOM/s320/58576_1343281273650_1579774034_706523_7201598_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621182423505068898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 8 Maret 1996. Anaknya baik cuma pendieeeemmm banget. Tapi jangan salah, nilai-nilai ulangannya bagus-bagus. Terakhir gue melotot pas liat nilai UASnya dia mantep-mantep! ckck. Gue rasa ya dia cantik kalo banyak-banyak senyum, manis loh beneran deh enak ngeliatnya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Andhika Achmad Prasetya (Dika)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwmeU5TTDMY/TgJ0jBlGgvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AuNbgEd3VO4/s1600/67786_1571609122819_1013246509_31606597_6943109_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwmeU5TTDMY/TgJ0jBlGgvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AuNbgEd3VO4/s320/67786_1571609122819_1013246509_31606597_6943109_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621183429980095218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 13 September 1995. Suka dipanggil kaleng sama anak-anak cowok hahaha. Anaknya pinter, konyol, ketawanya kocak. Kadang kalem kadang heboh. Tapi yang jelas dia baik kok. Waktu ulangan mtk tentang dimensi 3 dia kan dapet soal A sama kayak gue. Nah pas udah selesei ngerjain gue samain jawaban sama dia. Beberapa ada yg beda. Dalam hati gue ngomong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ah palingan gue yg bener"&lt;/span&gt; emang pede banget gue waktu itu. Eh gak taunya DIA DAPET 100! Siaul -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Anton Armeza Dani (Anton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qajS6oAK8kM/TgJ1-ImxH3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/7jj_h6dmtSU/s1600/39868_141035909263284_100000706277702_253968_4523155_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qajS6oAK8kM/TgJ1-ImxH3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/7jj_h6dmtSU/s320/39868_141035909263284_100000706277702_253968_4523155_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621184995234226034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 2 Mei 1995. Anaknya lucu, gendut, kocak, asik :D itung-itungannya jago banget eh -___- terutama buat mtk ck dia dewa banget deh di mtk. Waktu itu dia pernah ngajarin gue yg bolot dimensi 3. Sabar banget yak dia ngajarin gue yg suka ngotot kalo salah :p:p pokoknya temenan sama dia asik dai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Aticlara Marsita (Lala aka Bampak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glMDWx7v-eI/TgJ21BML1rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/G6jNAhN1qgk/s1600/71925_1432288011333_1356870381_30995424_892664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glMDWx7v-eI/TgJ21BML1rI/AAAAAAAAAJc/G6jNAhN1qgk/s320/71925_1432288011333_1356870381_30995424_892664_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621185938136487602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 5 Desember 1994. My chairmate, BAMPAK! :D Asal usulnya dia dikatain bampak tuh karna dia seneng banget ngomong "bampak!" kalo lagi kesel. Katanya sih itu tradisi di smpnya dulu hehe :p anaknya baik, heboh apalagi kalo nangis atau gak pas ngatain orang, kocak, sarap, supel, gila tapi malesnya NAUJUBILEEEE.....!!! -___-V  sumpah nih yak hampir tiap pelajaran tuh anak palanya udah bertumpu di meja terus TIDUR! Hampir tiap ada tugas dia bilang "bampak males ah" tapi asal lo tau nih bocah sialan nilainya bagus-bagus mulu! Tampol nih, pak .__. Dia jago itung itungannya. Terus tiap kali diajak jalan kalo dia gak bisa lama-lama pasti dia bilang "bampak gereja" HAHAHA lo mesti tau gimana kocaknya dia pas ngomong itu. Terus namanya suka gue ubah jadi Bampak Marsyitoh HAHA. Pokoknya nih bocah setrong emang best bangetlah buat gue :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Atikah Fajrina (Tikah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gPO-ESirAjc/TgJ5Nt853nI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jZ6zNzhGmPY/s1600/37003_1351273670488_1490780088_30856573_3420028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gPO-ESirAjc/TgJ5Nt853nI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jZ6zNzhGmPY/s320/37003_1351273670488_1490780088_30856573_3420028_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621188561492106866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 3 April 1995. Anaknya baik, pendiem, pinter. Wakil ketua kelas loh B) tapi yang jelas dia itu cantik bangeeeettttt...!!! Primadona kelas banget deh pokoknya. Primadona kelas sekaligus killer queen-nya kelas :p peace tik hahaha. Soalnya nih cewek tuh berwibawa banget deh. Yang jelas dia bukan tipe cewek kerdus tapi dia alim luar-dalem deh. Gue aja sampe kagum sama dia. Dulu pas semester satu gue suka curhat sama dia. Maklumlah gue yang blangsekan butuh petuah yang bermanfaat buat gue :O pokoknya Tikah itu orangnya asik dehhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bimo Prakoso (Bimo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Nq-IZQlxMI/TgJ9D9-M_XI/AAAAAAAAAJs/K1TAD18vgc0/s1600/bimo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Nq-IZQlxMI/TgJ9D9-M_XI/AAAAAAAAAJs/K1TAD18vgc0/s320/bimo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621192792040340850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 21 September 1995. Provokator kelas hahaha :p:p:p tadinya kan nama twitternya @bmpkrs nah sama anak-anak malah digodain jadi @bampakers. Dia emang suka berantem sama si bampak. Dia anak MPK. Anaknya baik, asik, rada ngeselin hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Corry Agatha (Corry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4j2kgrOPdMo/TgJ-0KnGMmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ToLdOHsECZ4/s1600/180181_199979300015989_100000117608869_813722_5879287_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4j2kgrOPdMo/TgJ-0KnGMmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ToLdOHsECZ4/s320/180181_199979300015989_100000117608869_813722_5879287_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621194719578436194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 21 Januari 1996. Anaknya baik, pinter, temennya Umi hahaha. Dia juga gak sombong terus seru lagi. Pas kelas 10 awal-awal tuh gue sempet nganggep dia saingan eh kesininya gue malah asik banget temenan sama dia. Anaknya jago nari loh. Pas KASAJI mau pentas tuh malem sebelumnya gue sempet iseng minta diajarin nari sama dia. Gerakannya gemulai banget. Kalo gue? Hmm robot aja lebih baik dari gue -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dania Ghazlina (Dania aka Danicuy aka Cleopatra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Austn9abmco/TgKAECfzV-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/R-v4EQMxV68/s1600/dania%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Austn9abmco/TgKAECfzV-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/R-v4EQMxV68/s320/dania%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621196091789891554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 19 Mei 1995. MY BESTIES! :D:D temen ngegalau gue, temen gila-gilaan gue, temen segala galanya buat gue deh. Anaknya hebohnya gila-gilaan mendekati sarap! \('~')/ tapi sebenernya nih ya perasaannya halus banget gampang tersentuh :') Orangnya rada-rada lebay hehe. Tapi nih ya jago bahasa Inggris dan jago bikin puisi. Dia kan pernah bikin puisi terus gue post di mading atas nama anonim eh tapi kayaknya orang ngiranya itu bikinan gue karna tulisannya tulisan gue -__- dia suka banget sama Taylor Swift, sama kayak gue. Kalo curhat sama dia itu asik banget deh soalnya kata-katanya dalem jadi maknanya juga dapet banget. Pokoknya nih bocah gokil banget deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Decky Rachman (Mas Ecky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7I59mm4Y57w/TgKCIMJbK9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/YsTxyfWYpfU/s1600/207588_1516476011277_1815804688_913115_2368282_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7I59mm4Y57w/TgKCIMJbK9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/YsTxyfWYpfU/s320/207588_1516476011277_1815804688_913115_2368282_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621198362123119570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 11 Desember 1994. Anaknya baik, kocak, sarap. Kata-kata favoritnya itu "bwoelaaahhh....!!!" hahaha makanya pas KASAJI dia dikatain jin bwoelah. Tapi bener deh anaknya seru banget terus baik sama cewek terutama sama  ehem *sensor* :p:p gue tinggal nunggu peje doang nih ahaha soalnya dia lagi memperjuangkan sesuatu yang bersifat rahasia B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Della Damayanti (Della aka Deldam aka Damay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lpTjmg2OP4/TgKDWY2fIOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/A1M5TJZDM_I/s1600/155077_1494791893793_1353934374_31066087_3307708_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lpTjmg2OP4/TgKDWY2fIOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/A1M5TJZDM_I/s320/155077_1494791893793_1353934374_31066087_3307708_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621199705563144418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 9 Desember 1995. Anaknya asik, baik, pinter, heboh, kocak, cerewet, rajin, manis. Kalo nangis heboh deh hehe terus dia anaknya fotogenik soalnya dia manis kalo difoto ;) temen seangkot gue, farah, sama dania juga hahaha. Terus demenannya makan di ayam penyet. Hampir tiap pulang sekolah pasti kesana terus mesen ayam penyet bareng gue, farah, dania, depe. Suaranya juga bagus loh. Kalo dengerin dia nyanyi, suaranya lumayan enak didenger :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Della Pertiwi Anggraini (Della aka Depe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovmovFvN5GE/TgKEj2RrvtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8eewgmQ0QPM/s1600/154296_1478696931429_1353934374_31035618_3751261_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovmovFvN5GE/TgKEj2RrvtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8eewgmQ0QPM/s320/154296_1478696931429_1353934374_31035618_3751261_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621201036311772882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 1 Agustus 1995. Anaknya baik, pinter, supel, cantik, agak males hehe. Waktu semester satu gue suka manggil dia emak :p Dia pacarnya Banu. Kalo liat mereka pacaran kocak deh jadi berasa liat duo bocil abis dua duanya sama-sama mungil sih :D pokoknya dia cocok banget deh sama Banu. Lucu aja gitu liatnya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Dika Aisyah Rahmi Pradyaparamita (Dika)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EiFso6Fk8A0/TgKFzfcWpHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2Rbewa_5u8k/s1600/36031_132269076796653_100000406855191_248791_6839413_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EiFso6Fk8A0/TgKFzfcWpHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2Rbewa_5u8k/s320/36031_132269076796653_100000406855191_248791_6839413_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621202404572046450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 27 Maret 1995. Namanya panjang gileeee -___-V chairmate gue pas semester satu. Anaknya baik, pendiem, pinter. Baik banget deh beneran. Dia yang menuntun gue kembali ke jalan yang benar #eaaa #eaaa. Dulu anak-anak sempet heran ngeliat gue sebangku sama dia. Secara gitu dia alim, sopan, pendiem sebangku sama gue yang blangsek, bacot, belagu :p:p tapi yang penting kan kita bisa bertahan tuh ehehe. Dia kayaknya sabar banget yak sebangku sama gue yang tukang protes dan gaje banget. Pokoknya dia best banget deh udah mau sabar ngadepin gue yg blangsek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Dila Farah Nugraha (Dila aka Astronot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr6d4frNRoE/TgKHTjeQC0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/y5NBy5Hrscc/s1600/191561_1654714729530_1286915346_31481115_2269603_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr6d4frNRoE/TgKHTjeQC0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/y5NBy5Hrscc/s320/191561_1654714729530_1286915346_31481115_2269603_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621204054921186114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 9 November 1995. Yup, THIS IS ME! Hmm kata anak-anak, gue itu baik, manis, cantik, pinter, lucu hehe gakdeng boong :p:p kata anak-anak gue itu narsis, rada nyolot, baik, pinter, males, tukang tidur dan ngocol karna ngerjain soal ulangan cuma 15 menit dan selebihnya dipake buat tidur ahaha. Kadang-kadang gue dipanggil Bule Depok atau Bule Lenteng gara-gara rambut gue yang warnanya coklat gaje -__- terus pas semester satu tuh gue dipanggil astronot gara-gara pas pelajaran Bahasa Indonesia gue bilang kalo cita-cita gue mau jadi astronot di NASA #ngayalajenih. Segitu deh tentang gue....&lt;br /&gt;16. Dwipuji Rahayu (Dwi aka Uwi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Idqz01FJrGE/TgKIzOilBJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/11XYhsdYmWc/s1600/226311_208533019179573_100000686291235_634289_1209866_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Idqz01FJrGE/TgKIzOilBJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/11XYhsdYmWc/s320/226311_208533019179573_100000686291235_634289_1209866_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621205698569634962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 16 Juni 1995. Satu kata, DEWA! Pokoknya dia dewa di semua mata pelajaran terutama Biologi. Gila nihya pas UAS gak ada satupun pelajaran yang remed. Sarap emang nih otaknya bikin enpeh aja .__. tapi anaknya asik kok, gak sombong dan mau ngajarin orang yg gak bisa. Pokoknya Uwi keren banget deh sumfah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Eka Gusti Hazmi (Eka aka Adam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HO-qG7Z7Q94/TgKJyXlwEcI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Fttlalp9qmI/s1600/eka%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HO-qG7Z7Q94/TgKJyXlwEcI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Fttlalp9qmI/s320/eka%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621206783330619842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 2 Agustus 1995. Anaknya baik, asik, heboh, kocak, rada males ehe. Tapi shufflenya jago banget gewlaaa! Waktu KASAJI dia dipuji-puji terus gara-gara shufflenya berhasil menghipnotis para penonton. Emang badannya lentur banget dah enpeh pengen bisa shuffle kayak dia. Pokoknya Eka paling kece deh di X. 1 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Fadhlan Arighi (Fadhlan aka Bang Wauwau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eySs308tDNs/TgKMcGHxTQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RKqe9mDg_j0/s1600/fadhlan%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eySs308tDNs/TgKMcGHxTQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RKqe9mDg_j0/s320/fadhlan%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621209699219229954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 9 Mei 1995. Anaknya baik,setia kawan, solidaritas tinggi, polos, pendiem tapi kadang heboh, misterius. Suka dikatain bang wauwau sama anak-anak, tau deh artinya apaan. Intinya temenan sama bang wauwau seru deh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Farah Fairuz (Farah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B61KEzd9VRg/TgKPhGXMYlI/AAAAAAAAALE/59-NTp1UIlY/s1600/farah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B61KEzd9VRg/TgKPhGXMYlI/AAAAAAAAALE/59-NTp1UIlY/s320/farah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621213083718148690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 7 Maret 1995. MY BESTFIE! :D Anaknya baik, loyal, kocak, heboh, panikan, childish, lucu, cantik bangeeettt gila eh arab .__. Pas pertama kali kenal dia, dia duluan yg negur gue bilang gini "hey, nama lo dila ya? kenalin nama gue farah. wah nama lo ada farahnya juga. sama dong hehe" dan waktu itu dia cuma gue pelototin doang, ampun far ampun -__- abis waktu itu gue nganggepnya dia sok kenal ehehe. Tapi semenjak semester dua kita dekeeeettt banget. Kemana-mana selalu barengan bareng danicuy juga. Anaknya lucu banget loh kayak bocah makanya suka gue panggil bocil. Fansnya banyak banget gewlaaa. Banyak yang suka sama dia dan dia sering banget ditembak orang. Soalnya dia cantik luar dalem, auranya keliatan banget ;) gue masih inget yg waktu nyari kado buat Chicken Little, dia sambil gigit jari nunjuk ke sepatu sama baju-baju bagus. Maksudnya dia pengen bareng itu ahaha naluri shopaholicnya keluar dan itu sumpah lucu banget kayak bocah! Gue kalo curhat suka ke dia dan akhir-akhir ini gue perhatiin tuh anak hobi bersastra deh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Farhan Arrahman (Farhan aka Kentang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UeuTnSrGX8k/TgKSMPwaT5I/AAAAAAAAALM/bSv348emcJI/s1600/227274_1713763606088_1298100859_31383174_7351680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UeuTnSrGX8k/TgKSMPwaT5I/AAAAAAAAALM/bSv348emcJI/s320/227274_1713763606088_1298100859_31383174_7351680_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621216023997468562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 7 Agustus 1995. Anaknya kalem, misterius, asik, baik bangeeeetttt soalnya gak pernah marah kalo dikatain kentang. Sabar banget sumfeh dah. Gue kalo ngeliat dia main sama anak-anak cowok berasa ngeliat dia ngasuh anak-anak cowok deh hehe -__-V abisnya dia tuh dewasa banget terus permainan gitarnya lumayan keren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Fredhie Edwardo (Fredhie aka Fredeh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jkBBDmIPkkg/TgLx8uzhxEI/AAAAAAAAALU/-Y1wwYFQIxQ/s1600/fredhie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jkBBDmIPkkg/TgLx8uzhxEI/AAAAAAAAALU/-Y1wwYFQIxQ/s320/fredhie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621321310570398786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 6 Februari 1996. Anaknya baik, seru, konyol, kocak. Dulu dia pernah botak gara-gara ikut paskib buat 17 Agustus hahaha. Gue satu eskul sama dia, paskibra. Yang bikin dia diinget orang-orang itu gara tinggi badannya yang gila-gilaan. Tinggi badannya itu sekitar 180an cm. Tinggi banget kan? Gue aja yang lebih tua dari dia kalah jauh tingginya. Bener-bener bikin enpeh nih orang ckck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hendri Gusti Nugraha (Hendri aka Bang Galau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yqGmWEnumQ/TgL1QE4QuUI/AAAAAAAAALc/pw2YOicfBlM/s1600/hendri%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yqGmWEnumQ/TgL1QE4QuUI/AAAAAAAAALc/pw2YOicfBlM/s320/hendri%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621324941448231234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 20 Agustus 1995. Kakak kembar gue yang lahirnya kecepetan 3 bulan B) gakding becanda -__-V hahaha waktu pertama kali masuk gue kaget ada yang nama belakangnya sama kayak nama gue makanya gue, farah, sama hendri suka dikatain sodaraan sama anak-anak. Dan kata anak-anak nama gue maruk, ada dilanya, ada farahnya, ada nugrahanya. Kalo dikatain gitu gue bilang aja gue anak pertama, farah anak kedua, hendri anak ketiga :p:p anyway Bang Hendri itu orangnya asik, kocak, gokil, rusuh, bisa ngerubah suasana. Kerjanya ngelawak mulu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ikmal Arfan (Ikmal aka Malikmal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdzLu6WLHzU/TgPKUkKycKI/AAAAAAAAALk/KS-_Tjpt180/s1600/226203_1916130495638_1013246509_32188265_7409425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdzLu6WLHzU/TgPKUkKycKI/AAAAAAAAALk/KS-_Tjpt180/s320/226203_1916130495638_1013246509_32188265_7409425_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621559214543630498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 18 Juni 1995. Dia mantan pacarnya Puti, sahabat gue :) Anaknya jago mtk dimensi 3. Sebenernya pinter cuma rada males haha. Permainan gitarnya lumayan bagus. Kadang suka rada aneh but so far anaknya baik kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Irvon Meidyno (Ivon aka Dino -__-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_IUc7WRbqU/TgPL3myElTI/AAAAAAAAALs/U-LFmJ9-FGs/s1600/irvon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_IUc7WRbqU/TgPL3myElTI/AAAAAAAAALs/U-LFmJ9-FGs/s320/irvon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621560916052317490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 22 Mei 1995. Pas pertama kali kenal sama dia, sumfeh gue kesel banget sama dia! Udah nemnya 38 komaan, jago semua eksakta lagi. Waktu itu pas pelajaran mtk dia nanyain beberapa soal sama gue terus kan gue terangin dan jawaban gue sama dia tuh beda. Gue udah cengar-cengir aja tuh sok yakin kalo jawaban gue yang bener dan ternyata JAWABAN DIA BENER JAWABAN GUE SALAH SEMUA -____- what the....heck. Terus gara-gara dia juga pas semester satu gue dipanggil astronot. Sebenernya yak nih bocah pas semester satu jutek banget stay cool gitu deh eh tapi pas semester dua berubah malah jadi ganjen gajelas apalagi kalo udah ngegodain Labibeh :p lucu hahaha duo bocil. Yang bikin gue enpeh sama dia itu nilai fisikanya gede gede dan selalu diatas gue (pernah dibawah juga sih tapi seringnya nilai dia lebih gede dari gue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Khairani Nabila Ningrum (Rani aka Rancuy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-D1ExBnI6I/TgPPYfxMOsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ovOYd9t0qSg/s1600/rani%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-D1ExBnI6I/TgPPYfxMOsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ovOYd9t0qSg/s320/rani%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621564779640142530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 20 Agustus 1995. Anaknya gokil parah! Penggila Korea sampe gue puyeng liatnya .__.v Dan suaranya sumpah kocak abis kayak anak kecil ahaha. Tapi dibalik itu semua sifatnya yg cenderung tegas membuat kami mengaguminya secara diam-diam dan terkadang berbagi cerita dengannya dengan harapan akan diberikan saran yang bijaksana #eaaa #eaaa :p Tapi bener deh orangnya bijak banget soalnya waktu itu gue pernah curhat tentang CL ke dia dan sumpah sarannya bikin gue ngerasa gimana gitu. Nasihatnya ngena banget deh. Ohiya si Rancuy ini jago eksakta juga loh. Waktu kapan gitu dia pernah marah sama gue gara-gara namanya gue ganti jadi parah banget deh pokoknya. Muup ya Raninyah O:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Labibah Ufarah (Ufa aka Labibeh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HIDpMqdyOI/TgPScA6n3BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SGEP6dqDTIU/s1600/labibah%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HIDpMqdyOI/TgPScA6n3BI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SGEP6dqDTIU/s320/labibah%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621568138612562962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 29 Februari 1996. AAAAA sumpah gue suka gak tahan kalo liat anaknya! Abis imut banget mukanya baby face. Ini dia nih yg suka digodain sama Bang Ivon hahaha. Gue yakin nih pasti penggemar rahasianya tersebar luas di seluruh penjuru 38 B) Ufa anaknya sedikit pemalu tapi sebenernya bisa heboh kok. Dia jago di eksakta tapi gampang stres hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Larissa Letitia Hervine (Caca aka Caceh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uWQgbuDs7U/TgPUh6uC8AI/AAAAAAAAAME/uiSJnd-8ivQ/s1600/larissa%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uWQgbuDs7U/TgPUh6uC8AI/AAAAAAAAAME/uiSJnd-8ivQ/s320/larissa%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621570439051669506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 25 Oktober 1995. Anaknya asik, baik, gokil, gila, sarap, pinter, kocak! Dia juga couplenya Eka c: pokoknya ya kalo udah di deket si Caceh, mau gak mau lo pasti ketawa deh. Kalo perlu bisa sampe sakit perut! Soalnya becandanya gila-gilaan. Terus ya nih anak suaranya merdu banget bisa segala macam jenis aliran musik. Dangdut dia bisa nyanyi, pop dia bisa etc. Dia eskul padus juga sama kayak gewe~ hahaha eskul gue banyak yak. Meski keliatan tegar dari luar tapi Caca tetaplah seorang gadis yang perasaannya halus dan mudah rapuh #sastraberaksi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Luciana Rahayu (Luna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GxMYzvK4b1U/TgPWccSqVcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PfP7MAn17nY/s1600/luna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GxMYzvK4b1U/TgPWccSqVcI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PfP7MAn17nY/s320/luna.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621572544007656898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 10 September 1995. Waktu semester satu gue gak begitu deket sama dia tapi pas semester dua jadi dekeeeetttt banget :D apalagi sejak gue tau kalo dia suka sama ehem *sensor* soalnya gue yg nyariin info tentang orang itu. Biasalah intel B) terus dulu juga kalo gue galau gue suka cerita cerita asal ngelantur ke dia. Pokoknya Luna orangnya baik, asik, kocak deh! Dia juga jago eksakta loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Mahatir Muhammad (Mahatir aka Mahmud aka adeknya CL :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fVSL8G2UZoI/TgPa7PTYWiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tPQEiRE3kyE/s1600/198082_202519653110653_100000578590989_693434_1558086_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fVSL8G2UZoI/TgPa7PTYWiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tPQEiRE3kyE/s320/198082_202519653110653_100000578590989_693434_1558086_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621577471143467554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 26 Desember 1994. Dia tuh yang paling eksis di X.1 Semua guru dan senior kenal sama dia hahaha. Anaknya kocak gila deh pokoknya terus kadang kadang suka belagu tapi ujung-ujungnya malah bikin orang ketawa. Dia Kang Kabayannya X.1 soalnya dia meranin Kabayan di KASAJI dan aktingnya sumpah gila banget. Waktu itu gue sama dia pernah kena masalah dan sampe dikatain kawin lari ckck -___- Nih anak nekat dan kelewat frontal err.... Waktu si CL lagi main volley dia sengaja teriak-teriak manggil namanya CL! Lah gue yg diri di sebelahnya dia kan kaget namanya si CL disebut. Terus pas classmeeting juga noh dia mau jalan ke IPA 2 nyamperin seseorang ckck emang sarap nih bocah. Tapi so far dia baik kok dan enak banget diajak ngobrol. Gak bakalan ada habisnya deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Maria Endang Sumitra (Maria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCN6OEb6kns/TgPe3a27W2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/XERdapAiriQ/s1600/207275_204053949629098_100000734835944_607253_6059539_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCN6OEb6kns/TgPe3a27W2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/XERdapAiriQ/s320/207275_204053949629098_100000734835944_607253_6059539_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621581803572386658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 23 April 1995. Anaknya agak pendiem, baik, ramah, asik. Satu hal yg gue kagumin dari dia, dia orangnya tegar banget :') Terus ya dia mukanya cantik lumayan manis. Auranya lembut gitu deh hehe. Pas semester satu tuh yg pas disuruh maju satu-satu kedepan cerita tentang pengalaman pribadi, dia cerita tentang mama, papa, dan eyangnya. Dalam hati gue berpikir "gila. nih cewek tegar banget." Sumpah gue kagum banget sama ketegarannya dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Muhammad Satria Wirapermana (Satria aka Sat-sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wvKL7CGBO4E/TgPk_ny1-0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/KpfX-oHSs8A/s1600/220808_1897805697651_1616899004_1913702_3296930_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wvKL7CGBO4E/TgPk_ny1-0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/KpfX-oHSs8A/s320/220808_1897805697651_1616899004_1913702_3296930_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621588541553638210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 30 Maret 1995. Ketua Kelas X.1!!! Tetangga gue sekaligus temen SD gue :D orangnya sarap sumpah gak ada warasnya sama sekali! Suka ngocol deh. Dia pinter loh terus Ekonominya jago banget. Tiap hari Senin kalo ada upacara pasti selalu minjem topi gue haha. Terus nih orang ya kalo lagi bonceng orang juga ck ngebut. Gue sih selaw aja cuma rambut gue pernah kayak rambut orang abis bangun tidur gara gara dibonceng dia! Jadi tuh ceritanya hari Jumat supir gue gak bisa nganter, alhasil gue telpon dia minta tolong anterin. Yodah tuh dia jemput dan dia ngebut sementara rambut gue yg abis keramas blm kering sepenuhnya! Ancur deh rambut eke -__- Oh iya sekarang dia lagi fall in love sama SH alias shalihah girl alias *sensor* btw, jemurannya dia kapan gue balikin yak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Naufal Syauqi Muhammad (Nopal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLFbDUK61JQ/TgPphV14ayI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_0UaR-EJQSA/s1600/217611_155314301199692_100001633689826_379146_6059330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLFbDUK61JQ/TgPphV14ayI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_0UaR-EJQSA/s320/217611_155314301199692_100001633689826_379146_6059330_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621593518896605986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 9 Juni 1995. Anaknya nyolot, ngocol, panikan, ketawanya gak nyante. Kata-kata favoritnya tuh "parabet...parabet...." Terus tampang yang belagu itu kadang ngajak ribut (piss bang -__-v). Tapi dia jago itung-itungannya loh kayak mtk, fisika, sama kimia dia jago banget deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Rini Rifani (Rini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjWL1mzoOEA/TgPqfFbeSII/AAAAAAAAAM0/16APifd4iMA/s1600/rini%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjWL1mzoOEA/TgPqfFbeSII/AAAAAAAAAM0/16APifd4iMA/s320/rini%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621594579642763394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 27 Juli 1995. Anaknya pendieeemmm banget, misterius, tapi sebenernya baik kok c: Sempet sih beberapa anak ada konflik gitu sama dia tapi akhirnya terseleikan dengan baik. Yey! Pokoknya meski Rini pendiem tapi dia tetep temen gue di X.1 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Sovi Mutia (Sovi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xkUlxqHFAk/TgPrJ4HXyjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RChANbS9ZH8/s1600/sovi%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xkUlxqHFAk/TgPrJ4HXyjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RChANbS9ZH8/s320/sovi%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621595314803165746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 25 Mei 1995. Anaknya pendiem, kalem, baik, ramah, lumayan jago eksakta. Waktu semester satu gue sempet deket sama dia dan sharing cerita sama dia lumayan asik kok. Anaknya tipe pendengar yang baik kok. Terus dia gak gampang marah lagi hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Suci Salimah Giani (Suci aka Icus aka Encih)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAyqRfJ_z-U/TgPuNrYtFwI/AAAAAAAAANE/09hJ0haCOyE/s1600/193584_141171522616966_100001723580396_228850_3279379_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAyqRfJ_z-U/TgPuNrYtFwI/AAAAAAAAANE/09hJ0haCOyE/s320/193584_141171522616966_100001723580396_228850_3279379_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621598678640563970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 28 April 1995. AAAAAA SI FOLKLORE..!!! :D Hahaha temen ngegalau dan ngegila gue. Pas semester satu gue gak begitu deket sama dia dan pas semester dua gue jadi dekeeeetttt banget sama dia. Gue jadi suka curhat sama dia deh, dia juga sering curhat sama gewe~ Si Icus itu anaknya sarap bin abnormal -___-v Dia tergila-gila banget sama warna pink ckck dasar cewek. Terus dia juga cinta banget sama Amerika. Bahasa Inggrisnya wes jan ditanya jago banget! Icus ini pacarnya anak kelas 12 namanya Kak Ibam. Kadang gue sama Dania suka cengar-cengir kalo liat dia ngomong sama pacarnya. Lucu aja ngeliatnya hehe. Icus kalo ngomong lemotnya ampun ampunan gilamen lola woy -___-" tapi yg gue salut dia selalu masuk tiga besar dengan cara belajarnya yang kelewat nyante itu~ Pokoknya sekelas sama si Icus great banget deh rasanya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Syifa Asshofie (Syipeh aka Gembel aka Sotil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzrT9n7l8jI/TgPvrxnPryI/AAAAAAAAANM/4adhXT1OlFo/s1600/syifa%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzrT9n7l8jI/TgPvrxnPryI/AAAAAAAAANM/4adhXT1OlFo/s320/syifa%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621600295219867426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 13 Maret 1995. MY GEMBEEELLL....!!! :D Salah satu sahabat gue yg sangat gembel hahaha. Tapi gue sayaannngg banget bangetan sama dia. Kerjaannya ngegalau terus di kelas :p Tong sampah bacotan gue hehe terkadang sarannya terkesan sarap tapi terkadang sarannya nusuk di hati :') Dia yg bantuin gue ngasih kado ke CL. Anaknya pinter kimia dan guru favoritnya adalah Bu Wiwik :O Si gembel ini nih gebenya Mas Ecky upss.... Asal muasalnya dia dikatain gembel karena........dia emang gembel sejak lahir! Piss bel jan marah bel becanda doang hehe. Si gembel ini diem-diem punya banyak fans loh mulai dari temen seangkatan sampe senior! Kece kan? B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Umi Khulsum (Umi aka 'Kita')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb45oFF2How/TgQZ-gd4a5I/AAAAAAAAANU/3f1CrXOvEOc/s1600/197983_207338359280184_100000120636027_903713_1121720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb45oFF2How/TgQZ-gd4a5I/AAAAAAAAANU/3f1CrXOvEOc/s320/197983_207338359280184_100000120636027_903713_1121720_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621646796523072402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 24 Juli 1995. Juara satu di kelas X.1! Orangnya pinter banget padahal gak pernah belajar. Tiap abis pulang sekolah tuh kerjaannya ngelesin orang. Pokoknya serba sibuk deh. Maklum cita citanya pengen jadi guru :) mulia banget yak. Nah tapi meski pinter, Umi gak sombong loh cemaaannn :D Umi suka ngajarin kita-kita yg bodoh ini hehe. Terus Umi juga jago nari tari tradisional apalagi tarian betawi. Umi kalo ngomong sama dirinya sendiri gak pernah pake 'aku' atau 'gue' tapi selalu pake 'kita' ucul yak :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Yenanda Tasya (Tasya aka Cindai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LFfZGkfGlw/TgQbEt39noI/AAAAAAAAANc/YcmqYx3x_UM/s1600/tasya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LFfZGkfGlw/TgQbEt39noI/AAAAAAAAANc/YcmqYx3x_UM/s320/tasya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621648002712968834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 30 Juni 1995. Orangnya lebay, heboh, lucu, penakut, asik hahaha. Hobinya nonton film India o.O kalo minjem dvd India pasti minjem ke gewe *bukaaib* Dia juga hapal lagu-lagu India, jadi asik gitu kalo nonton film India bareng dia atau nyanyi lagu India bareng dia HAHAHA. Si Cindai ini gampang banget histeris. Kalo udah liat dia histeris semua perasaan campur aduk antara pengen ngakak sama rasa iba ngeliat dia histeris. Tapi lo gak bakalan nyesel deh kalo punya temen kayak si Cindai. Soalnya dia baik banget, gak pernah marah ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Zanna Sanubari (Bang Janna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkCGu0WypmA/TgQcqJY1chI/AAAAAAAAANk/AJYwEhQ-GVY/s1600/zanna%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkCGu0WypmA/TgQcqJY1chI/AAAAAAAAANk/AJYwEhQ-GVY/s320/zanna%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621649745265390098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lahir tanggal 27 Mei 1995. Temen SD gue juga dan dia pacarnya Alissa :D Bang Janna tuh anaknya kocak, lucu, asik, childish, gokil. Gue naksir gila ye sama motor kawasaki ijonya -______- aaaaa mauuuu. Mana tuh motor suka dibawa-bawa lagi ke sekolah. Tapi kalo jalan kadang dia bawa mobil. Tapi Bang Janna itu orangnya asik loh, gak sombong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Lazmana Hawali (Lazmana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHDEAKqUmA/TgQd3T_YFZI/AAAAAAAAANs/A8YJK7ZgqCE/s1600/184863_1776954456324_1013246509_32005737_4354119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHDEAKqUmA/TgQd3T_YFZI/AAAAAAAAANs/A8YJK7ZgqCE/s320/184863_1776954456324_1013246509_32005737_4354119_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621651070961325458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lazmana ini anak baru pas semester dua. Meski kita gak terlalu kenal dia tapi menurut gue dia anaknya asik kok. Kalo pagi pagi tuh gue nyampe sekolah selalu ada dia padahal dulunya gue pemegang rekor datang terpagi wgwgwg. Lazmana ini anaknya rada misterius dan pendiem tapi kalo udah kenal ya bisa rada gila lah. Sayang banget tuh waktu KASAJI tampil dia udah pulang. Kata anak cowok dia umroh -___- (re : becanda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah itu semua anak-anak ROXONE! Tapi tanpa guru yang hebat pasti gak bakalan ada kelas hebat kayak ROXONE. Siapakah guru yang udah membimbing kami sedemikian rupa sampai kami berubah menjadi lebih baik? *jengjengjeng*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFsZ3jnI3Sk/TgQe5RXTYYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/t12Gsv66aBw/s1600/180750_1749106600145_1013246509_31956864_6967022_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFsZ3jnI3Sk/TgQe5RXTYYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/t12Gsv66aBw/s320/180750_1749106600145_1013246509_31956864_6967022_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621652204127740290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IBU NISFATUL UMAH! Beliau adalah guru yang paling sabar, paling baik, dan paling sempurna dari semua guru yang saya kenal. Beliau juga gokil banget loh asik diajak curhat. Saya suka curhat ke beliau mengenai masalah ehem...asmara. Tapi nasihatnya bagus loh kadang sambil ngelawak juga. Satu yang pengen saya protes, tugasnya naujubileh! Hehehe peace ibunyah .__.v Tapi so far, saya bersyukur udah diajar sama beliau. Karna beliaulah nilai rapot saya memuaskan dan saya bisa masuk jurusan IPA :) Thanks so much, Bu Nis. We &amp;lt;3 you, Bu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya ROXONE itu kelas terbaik yang pernah gue tempati. Meskipun kelas 11 kita gak sekelas tapi sering sering ngumpul ya, teman teman :') Well, at last i wanna say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"this is where i belong. I belong with my ROXONE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NB : Tadi kan gue sempet ngebahas CL tapi bukan berarti gue belum bisa move on dari dia. FYI, gue udah punya pacar yang insya Allah bakal lebih baik dari dia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-4684107640137369263?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4684107640137369263/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/remember-of-x-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4684107640137369263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4684107640137369263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/remember-of-x-one.html' title='Remember of X One :&apos;)'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tE1ACF3H-OQ/TfYVUGiSoOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DPvmaMsorJM/s72-c/14093_1370297350272_1616899004_905144_1396541_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-7055818348793433437</id><published>2011-06-12T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T08:35:03.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LDR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah what's it like in New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't you worry about the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely give this song another listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Close your eyes, listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah, I know times are getting hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But just believe me girl, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We'll have it good, we'll have the life we knew we would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My word is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah, I've got so much left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would take your breath away, I'd write it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall, we'd have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That by the time that we get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And you're to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You'll know it's all because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This one's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lagu ini menceritakan tentang LDR ya? Long Distance Relationship? Oh, BIG NO about that! Gue benci LDR. Sangat amat benci. Bukannya gimana ya LDR itu kan berarti kita berjauhan dari pasangan kita dan kita hanya bisa berpegangan pada kepercayaan. Tapi gimana caranya kita percaya kalo kita selalu dibohongi? Jujur gue kapok sama LDR. Gue udah beberapa kali menjalin LDR tapi hasilnya selalu sama, diduainlah, dibohongilah, dikecewainlah. Bukannya melarang lo semua menjalin LDR, gue cuma mau menceritakan tentang pengalaman gue mengenai LDR. Gimana caranya mengembalikan rasa percaya itu? Apa gak ada orang yang bener bener menghargai prinsip LDR? Hey, LDR itu berarti untuk mengetes kejujuran lo, bukannya malah memanfaatkan kesempatan dalam kesempitan! Gak bisa ya sedikit menghargai suatu hubungan? Gue benci LDR bukannya gak beralasan tapi gue capek dibohongi terus. Yah, kecuali bakalan dateng prince charming yang menerima gue apa adanya dan menghormati prinsip LDR. Haha ngomong apa sih gue. Maaf ya nge-spam malem-malem, biasalah&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; #malamgalau &lt;/span&gt;lagi berlaku :p oke deh, au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-7055818348793433437?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7055818348793433437/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/ldr.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7055818348793433437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7055818348793433437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/ldr.html' title='LDR?'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-779256124006889310</id><published>2011-06-11T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T09:13:57.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today You Remember, Tomorrow You'll Forget It (chapter 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Mengapa kau datang hanya untuk pergi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Perempuan itu terbangun dari tidurnya. Dengan tenaga penuh, dicobanya untuk terduduk di ranjangnya. Usia kandungannya yang menginjak usia 3 bulan menjadi mulai menyusahkan setiap gerakannya. Tatapan matanya yang sendu memandang ke arah jendela, seakan mencari apa yang hilang. Irene Destinee, adalah nama dari perempuan itu. Irene mengelus perutnya yang mulai membuncit. Matanya menatap sayang pada apa yang ada di dalam rahimnya. Anaknya. Anak dari suaminya. Jemarinya meraih sebuah figura kecil yang terletak di sebelah ranjangnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Kerinduan yang mendalam kembali menerpanya. Foto itu. Foto suaminya tercinta. Foto suaminya terkasih. Ah, Irene tak bisa melepaskan pandangannya dari foto itu. Di foto itu terlihat seorang pemuda memakai tuxedo hitam tengah merangkul pinggang seorang gadis. Pemuda itu bernama Albert Brighton. Irene memejamkan matanya. Masih dapat didengarnya suara hiruk-pikuk itu. Masih dapat didengarnya pekikan gembira di malam itu. Malam pernikahannya dengan Albert. Irene memeluk erat figura itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Hei, Christopher. Tahukah kau bahwa aku bangga sekali pada Ayahmu yang tengah berjuang di medan perang itu?” bisiknya pada sesuatu yang berada di dalam rahimnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene begitu merindukan kehadiran Albert. Namun, apalah yang dapat dia lakukan dengan profesi suaminya sebagai seorang kapten yang memimpin pertempuran itu? Meski rindu ingin bertemu, ia tak dapat memungkiri bahwa perasaan bangga ikut terselip di dalam hatinya. Irene senang melihat suaminya berjuang demi negaranya. Irene masih ingat janji suami tercintanya saat akan pergi ke medan perang. Lelaki itu berjanji untuk membelikannya cincin berhiaskan batu rubi sebagai tanda kesetiaannya pada perempuan itu. Irene mengelus jari manisnya. Dia sudah tak sabar untuk merasakan lingkaran cincin itu di jari manisnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Pernikahan itu. Pernikahan yang diadakan dengan begitu terburu-buru pada malam itu. Karena dua minggu setelahnya, Albert harus pergi meninggalkan Irene. Cincin pernikahan pun tak sempat dibelinya. Untunglah Christopher hadir di tengah keterburuan itu. Christopher bagaikan anugrah dari Tuhan untuk pasangan yang saling mencintai melebihi hidup masing masing, seperti Irene dan Albert. Sungguh Albert merupakan lelaki yang teramat baik. Dia telah memberikan malaikat kecil kepada Irene. Hanya saja, nyawa itu belum ditiupkan untuk malaikat kecil itu. Irene harus menunggu sampai usia kandungannya paling tidak sekitar 4-5 bulan. Irene harus bersabar. Bersabar akan kehadiran Albert. Bersabar akan kehadiran Christopher. Bersabar akan kehadiran suami dan anaknya. Lalu, mengapa dia telah menamakan malaikat kecil itu sebagai Christopher? Apakah dia dewa yang dapat tahu segalanya? Apakah dia hanya menebak bahwa anak pertamanya dan Albert merupakan lelaki? Tidakkah itu terlalu berlebihan untuk menamai si kecil itu terlebih dahulu? Tak bisakah dia menunggu? Bukan. Bukan pertanyaan-pertanyaan yang ingin terlontar. Ini semua amanat dari Albert. Lelaki itu berkeras bahwa anak pertamanya dan Irene adalah lelaki, jadi Irene menamai malaikat tanpa nyawa tersebut sebagai Christopher. Dia hanya percaya saja pada suaminya. Memang seharusnya begitu kan? Percaya, itu kuncinya. Apalagi percaya pada dia yang tercinta. Karena itulah, Irene percaya bahwa anak pertamanya adalah lelaki. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene menjejakkan kakinya di lantai. Perlahan ia turun dari ranjangnya. Diseretnya kedua kakinya menuju pintu kamar. Pintu kamarnya terbuka. Dia melangkah menuju wastafel. Diputarnya keran wastafel dan dibasuhnya mukanya yang putih pucat. Irene merasa bahunya ditepuk dari belakang. Perlahan perempuan itu membalikkan badannya. Di depannya, didapatinya adik perempuannya, Elea Destinee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Hey, selamat pagi,” sapa Irene pada adik perempuannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Pagi, Kak. Apakah semalam tidurmu nyenyak?” sahut Elea. Gadis itu berusaha menuntun kakaknya ke meja makan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene tersenyum kecil. “Cukup nyenyak.” Di meja makan didapatinya daging asap dan jus wortel. “Oh, Lea? Kau serius membuatkanku daging asap?” Irene setengah tak percaya. Dia akan mual jika memakan daging asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Ah ah! Kau bercanda, Irene! Aku tak mungkin memasak daging asap untukmu! Itu punyaku.” Kemudian gadis itu mengambil piring berisi omelet. “Nah, ini untukmu.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene sedikit tersipu. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Thanks&lt;/i&gt;, Lea.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Sama-sama, Kak,” balas Elea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Sejenak Irene memandangi adiknya yang berbeda 10 tahun dengannya. Elea terlihat begitu segar dan manis di usianya yang menginjak 16 tahun. Irene sangat menyayangi Elea sebagaimana gadis itu menyayangi Irene. Elea selalu membuatkan masakan untuk Irene yang tak pandai memasak. Tingkah dan perilaku Elea juga sangat santun. Hal-hal seperti itulah yang membuat Irene tak bisa berhenti menyayangi adik satu-satunya. Yah, meski Elea adalah saudara tiri Irene. Saat umur Irene menginjak usia 14 tahun, ayahnya memutuskan untuk menikahi ibu dari Elea. Ayahnya adalah duda yang telah kehilangan ibunda Irene. Sementara ibu dari Elea baru 3 bulan bercerai dari mantan suaminya. Awalnya Irene tak dapat menerima hal itu. Namun, lagi-lagi dikarenakan tingkah laku Elea yang terkesan santun, hati Irene luluh. Elea pun dapat diterima di keluarga itu. Kemudian gadis itu mengganti marganya menggunakan marga dari ayah Irene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Banyak sekali perbedaan yang terletak di dalam diri Irene dan Elea. Dari segi fisik pun keduanya jelas berbeda. Irene mempunyai rambut berwarna pirang dan mata berwarna biru lautan. Kulitnya berwarna putih pucat. Sementara Elea mempunyai rambut berwarna cokelat gelap dan mata berwarna hijau zamrud. Kulitnya berwarna putih kemerahan. Irene mempunya pribadi yang kalem, tertutup, dan anggun. Sementara Elea mempunyai pribadi yang ramah, supel, dan lincah. Begitu banyaknya perbedaan di antara keduanya tak lantas membuat hubungan diantara mereka menjadi renggang. Hal itu justru lebih menguatkan hubungan persaudaraan mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Mengapa kau menatapku? Ada yang aneh?” tegur Elea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene tersadar dari lamunannya. “Eh? Tidak, aku hanya mengagumi kebaikan hatimu,” ujar Irene pelan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Elea tersipu. Pipinya yang kemerahan menjadi lebih memerah. “Ah, kau terlalu mengada-ada. Aku tak sebaik itu, Kak.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene mencibir. “Ah, kau terlalu merendah, kau tahu. Bagaimana pendapat Ayah jika melihatmu merendah seperti ini? Tentu dia akan protes karena putri bungsunya tidak ingin mengakui kehebatannya.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Oke, cukup basa-basinya. Makan saja dan jangan banyak bicara,” sungut Elea dengan pipi semerah tomat. Sudah pasti gadis itu tersanjung akan perkataan kakak tirinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene tertawa kecil. “Ah, kau. Sama sekali tak berubah. Tetap saja mengomel jika dipuji. Terserah kau sajalah jika tak ingin dipuji. Hey, ngomong-ngomong apa ada kartu pos dari Albert?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Elea mendongak sesaat. “Albert? Tidak. Setahuku tidak ada. Baru saja aku mengecek kotak pos dan aku sama sekali tidak menemukan kartu pos dari Albert. Memang ada apa?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene menggeleng. “Tidak ada apa-apa. Aku hanya….rindu padanya. Ya, sangat amat rindu.” Kedua bola mata Irene menerawang dalam angan-angannya akan Albert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Elea menggenggam jemari Irene. “Aku tahu kau rindu padanya. Sabarlah, Kak. Sebentar saja. Kau hanya harus menunggunya sebentar saja. Dia pasti kembali. Dia pasti akan memenangkan peperangan itu. Percaya padaku.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene menghela nafas dengan berat. “Semoga saja begitu. Aku ingin sekali merasakan keberadaannya. Aku khawatir padanya. Apakah dia cukup tidur di sana? Apakah makanan yang dia makan di sana mengandung gizi yang cukup? Apakah………..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Elea meletakkan telunjuknya di bibir Irene. “Hey, jangan &lt;i style=""&gt;paranoid&lt;/i&gt; begitu. Percaya padaku. Dia pasti akan baik-baik saja. Berhenti bertingkah seperti nenek-nenek cerewet yang suka mengeluh dan cepat khawatir.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene menunduk dalam. “Kau tak mengerti, Lea. Dia seorang tentara, bukan pekerja kantoran. Dia berada di medan perang, bukan di kantor yang nyaman dan ber-AC. Wajar jika aku khawatir padanya. Bagaimana jika dia gugur di medan perang?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Aku tahu, aku tahu. Aku mengerti, Irene. Tapi kau jangan terus berpikiran negative seperti ini. Jangan berpikiran yang aneh-aneh. Albert pun tentu tak mau jika istri tercintanya yang tengah mengandung anaknya, dipenuhi pikiran seperti ini. Ingat, Irene kau sedang hamil. Ibu hamil tak boleh banyak pikiran. Jadi, berhenti berpikir yang aneh-aneh. Oke?” Elea berusaha menasihati kakak tirinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene mengangguk ragu. “Ya, aku mengerti, gumamnya tak jelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Elela menepuk bahu Irene. “Baiklah. Sekarang lanjutkan kegiatan makanmu. Setelah ini kita harus berbelanja bulanan.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene menyendokkan omelet ke mulutnya. Dia mengunyah dan berusaha menelan sarapannya. Namun, entah mengapa makanan itu susah ditelannya. Kerongkongannya tercekat, seperti ada yang mencekik. Dengan putus asa, diteguknya jus wortelnya. Tiba-tiba terdengar bunyi bel pintu. Elea segera bangkit dari tempatnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Biar aku saja yang membukakan pintunya,” ujar Elea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Elea bergegas berjalan kea rah pintu depan. Dibukanya pintu itu. Di teras terlihat dua orang tentara tengah berdiri tepat di depan Elea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Maaf, ada apa ya?” Tanya Elea dengan agak sedikit bingung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Anda saudari Irene? Istri dari saudara Albert?” salah satu dari tentara itu balik bertanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, aku bukan Irene. Aku Elea, adik ipar Albert. Ada apa?” Mendadak Elea merasa gelisah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Kami hanya ingin menyampaikan bahwa saudara Albert gugur di medan perang. Kami akan mengirimkan jenazahnya besok.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Aaa…aaa….” Mendadak Elea seperti kehilangan kata-kata. Kerongkongannya tercekat. Nafasnya mendadak sesak. Sementara kedua tentara itu hanya memandang Elea dengan tatapan prihatin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Ada apa, Lea? Siapa yang datang?” Terdengar seruan Irene dari dalam rumah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Karena tidak ada jawaban juga dari Elea, Irene memutuskan untuk keluar rumah. Di depan pintu didapatinya saudara tirinya tengah menangis dan dua tentara tengah berusaha menenangkan saudara tirinya itu. “Ada apa?” Irene mengulang pertanyaannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Anda Mrs. Brighton? Saya perlu berbicara dengan Mrs. Brighton,” ujar salah satu dari tentara itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Brighton itu nama belakang suami saya, Albert Brighton. Ya, saya Mrs. Brighton. Ada perlu apa?” Tanya Irene dengan perasaan tidak enak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Kami ingin mengabari bahwa suami Anda, Albert Brighton telah gugur dalam pertempuran. Jenazahnya akan kami kirimkan besok,” terang tentara itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene tersentak. Kedua bola matanya mulai memanas. Bulir-bulir air mata mulai mengalir dari kedua bola matanya yang indah. “Kau bercanda. Bilang padaku bahwa kalian hanya bercanda!” teriaknya dengan suara serak. Dan kemudian semuanya gelap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-width: medium medium 3pt; border-style: none none dotted; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; border: medium none; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene membuka kedua bola matanya perlahan. Didapatinya Albert tengah mengelus helaian rambutnya. Dikecupnya kening Irene dengan mesra. “Hey, sayang,” bisik Albert dengan penuh keromantisan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene memandang Albert dengan bingung. “Albert? Kau masih hidup? Kau tidak mati kan? Kau masih hidup kan?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Albert tersenyum kecil. Digenggamnya jemari Irene. “Tidak, sayang. Tuhan telah mengambilku. Kau harus berjuang sendiri…….” Kemudian tubuh Albert terlihat semakin menipis, bahkan cahaya dapat menembus tubuh itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Albert?! Albert?! Tidak, jangan pergi! Jangan tinggalkan aku! Bagaimana dengan Christopher? Albert! ALBEEEERRRTTTT…….!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Jemari Irene mencakar udara. Irene mendengar sayup-sayup suara orang memanggil namanya. Irene terbangun dari tidurnya. Lebih tepatnya, tidur yang dikarenakan pingsan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Elea? Dimana Albert? Tadi aku melihatnya,” tanya Irene dengan muka nanar. Pertanyaannya terdengar begitu menuntut jawaban.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Yang didapati Irene hanyalah isakan Elea. Adik tirinya itu menangis sesenggukkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Elea?! Jawab aku, Lea! Dimana Albert?! Aku rindu padanya! Pertemukan aku dengan dia! Kumohon Lea!” jerit Irene histeris seraya mencekal lengan baju Elea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Elea menepis kedua tangan Irene secara perlahan. “Sudahlah, Kak. Jangan lagi kau harapkan kehadirannya. Albert telah tiada. Terimalah takdir Tuhan ini. Ikhlaskanlah dia.” Elea tak berani memandang Irene. Suaranya terdengar bergetar menahan tangis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Kau bohong, Elea! Kau bohong! Albert masih hidup!” bentak Irene dengan emosi. Didorongnya bahu Elea dengan kesal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Hampir saja Elea terjengkang dari kursinya. Gadis itu berusaha menjaga keseimbangannya. Ditatapnya kakak tirinya dengan penuh keputus-asaan. Gadis itu tak tahu apa yang harus dia lakukan untuk mengobati rasa sakit hati kakaknya. Gadis itu tak tahu apa yang harus dia cari untuk membalut luka menganga di hati kakak tirinya. Elea kembali menatap Irene dengan frustasi. Dengan sabar, dicobanya untuk menjelaskan lagi segalanya pada Irene. “Irene, Albert sudah meninggal. Dia gugur di medan perang. Bukankah kedua tentara itu sudah memberi tahumu? Biarkanlah dia pergi menghadap Tuhannya. Biarlah dia bahagia di surga. Relakanlah dia, Irene.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene melemparkan bantalnya dengan buas. Wanita itu sudah tak terkontrol lagi. “Jangan pernah kau bilang bahwa Albert telah tiada! Dia masih hidup! Jaga bicaramu, perempuan jalang!” Irene sama sekali tak sadar bahwa dia telah mengatai adik yang dicintainya itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Elea membelalak. Matanya menatap Irene dengan perasaan terluka. “Aku….aku tak tahu lagi apa yang harus aku lakukan untuk menyadarkanmu, Irene. Bertindaklah sesukamu.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Kau pikir dengan bertindak sesukaku maka itu akan mengembalikan Albert ke dunia ini?” gumam Irene pelan. Air mata Irene tumpah. Sepertinya dia mulai menyadari bahwa suaminya benar-benar sudah meninggal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Elea kontan memeluk kakak tiri yang sangat dicintainya itu. “Dengar, Kak. Apa pun yang terjadi aku akan selalu ada untuk kamu. Aku menyayangimu lebih dari apa pun juga sekalipun itu hidupku, dan kau tahu itu. Jadi, jangan sungkan untuk membagi kesedihanmu denganku. Oke?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene menangis histeris dalam pelukan Elea. “Lea, aku sangat mencintainya. Mengapa Tuhan mengambilnya begitu cepat? Mengapa Tuhan tak memberiku sedikit waktu untuk memperkenalkan anakku dengannya? Mengapa aku harus bertemu dengannya jika akhirnya dia akan meninggalkanku secepat ini?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Sssttt…jangan pernah berkata begitu. Setiap perjumpaan pasti ada perpisahan. Setiap perkenalan pasti terdapat ucapan selamat tinggal. Setiap anak perempuan telah berjodoh dengan pangerannya. Garis takdir telah menentukan hal itu. Mungkin jodohmu bukanlah Albert. Mungkin kalian saling mencintai tapi mungkin jauh di sana ada orang lain yang juga mencintaimu dan Tuhan lebih menyetujui kau dengan orang itu. Tuhan pasti punya alas an khusus dibalik semua ini. Percaya padaku, Tuhan akan memberikan yang terbaik untukmu. Mungkin saja ini jalan terbaik untukmu. Meski Albert telah tiada namun dia akan selalu hidup di hatimu. Dengan nyawa yang ditiupkan Tuhan pada Christopher, maka hari-harimu akan diisi oleh Albert kecil. Bukankah dia telah menitipkan sesuatu yang berharga padamu? Tidakkah Christopher begitu berharga bagimu?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Tangisan Irene semakin meledak-ledak. “Tentu saja Christopher sangat berharga bagiku! Hanya dialah satu-satunya kenangan yang tersisa dari Albert.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Nah, kan? Kau harus menjaganya dengan baik, Irene. Kau harus menjaga malaikat kecil itu. Dalam jiwanya terdapat jiwa seorang Albert Brighton.” Elea masih saja mendekap kakak tirinya dengan penuh rasa iba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Aku janji akan selalu menjaganya apa pun yang terjadi. Dia milikku dan milik Albert. Dia anakku dan anak Albert. Dia cerminan dari ayah kandungnya. Dia anugerah dari ayah kandungnya. Dia segalanya bagiku. Aku sangat mencintainya sebesar rasa cintaku pada ayah kandungnya.” Tangis Irene mulai mereda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Elea melepaskan pelukannya. Dibelainya rambut kakak tirinya dengan penuh rasa sayang. “Istirahatlah, Kak. Kau butuh istirahat untuk acara pemakaman Albert besok.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Ya, aku akan istirahat. Mmm….Elea?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Ya? Ada apa?” Elea menyahut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Bisakah kau menemaniku sebentar saja? Aku ingin kau menemaniku sampai aku tertidur,” pinta Irene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Elea tersenyum miris. “Jangankan menemanimu, mati menggantikan Albert demi kau pun aku rela,” gumamnya pelan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Kau mengatakan sesuatu, Lea?” tanya Irene dengan lemah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;“Ah! Ngg…..tidak. Ayo, tidurlah Irene. Aku akan menemanimu!” ucap Elea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-width: medium medium 3pt; border-style: none none dotted; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; border: medium none; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene mematut dirinya di depan cermin. Dress serba hitamnya terlihat begitu suram melekat pada tubuhnya. Hari ini hari pemakaman Albert Brighton. Ah, Irene sama sekali tak ingin pergi ke pemakaman itu. Bagaimana mungkin dia tega melihat suaminya dikuburkan di tanah lembab yang berisi banyak hewan menjijikkan? Irene menghapus setitik air matanya yang turun di pipinya yang tirus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Wanita itu segera mengambil seikat mawar merah dan pergi meninggalkan kamarnya. Irene masuk ke dalam mobil BMW hitam yang disetiri oleh Elea. Mobil itu melaju menuju tempat pemakaman Albert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Irene memandang batu nisan di kuburan itu dengan tatapan kosong. Hatinya tetap tak percaya bahwa dia Albert yang begitu dicintainya kini telah tiada. Diletakkannya setangkai mawar merah di sebelah nisan itu. Irene memejamkan matanya sembari jemarinya mengelus nisan yang terasa dingin di kulitnya. Ah, Albert. Mengapa kau pergi begitu cepat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cinta oh cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kau datang ke sini, kau rasuki hidupku yang hampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cinta oh cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Wujudmu adalah dia yang telah menggenggam jemariku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dia yang telah membelai helaian rambutku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dia yang telah mengecup keningku dengan mesra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dia yang telah membangkitkan binar di mataku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Namun, mengapa kau datang hanya untuk mengucapkan sebuah salam perpisahan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-779256124006889310?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/779256124006889310/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-you-remember-tomorrow-youll_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/779256124006889310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/779256124006889310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-you-remember-tomorrow-youll_11.html' title='Today You Remember, Tomorrow You&apos;ll Forget It (chapter 1)'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1169265820426883825</id><published>2011-06-11T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T04:34:24.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREDDIE HIGHMORE ISN'T A GAY!</title><content type='html'>Berawal dari tweetnya Della ke gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dellahighmore : &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" name="dillhighmore" href="http://twitter.com/dillhighmore" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span class="at"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="at-text"&gt;dillhighmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dil... freddie beneran gay?! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dillhighmore : @&lt;a href="http://m.tweete.net/dellahighmore"&gt;dellahighmore&lt;/a&gt;  DEMI APA FREDDIE GAY?! maap aku baru buka twitter -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dellahighmore : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;@dillhighmore&lt;/span&gt; iya aku liat di internet dia ciuman sama cowo ='( terus katanya freddi&lt;small&gt;e itu gay&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;WHAT?! Gue langsung cepet cepet browsing dan BIG NO! Gue liat fotonya Freddie is kissing with a guy! But....wait a minute! Thank God! It's just an action in his movie, Toast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dillhighmore : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;@dellahighmore&lt;/span&gt; gak del, itu dia akting jadi gay di film toast :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dellahighmore : &lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" name="dillhighmore" href="http://twitter.com/dillhighmore" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span class="at"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="at-text"&gt;dillhighmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ooh gitu bagus lah kirain gay beneran.. Emg km udah ntn toast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dillhighmore : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;@dellahighmore &lt;/span&gt;belum tapi udah liat beberapa adegannya dari youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dellahighmore : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;@dillhighmore&lt;/span&gt; hah pengen ntn bgt, 2011 byk film freddie tapi di indonesia gak    ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dillhighmore : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;@dellahighmore&lt;/span&gt; Iyanih padahal di negara lain udah keluar filmnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dellahighmore : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;@dillhighmore&lt;/span&gt; iya tuh dvd nya jg blm ada ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dillhighmore : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;@dellahighmore &lt;/span&gt;belum ada del :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aduh sumpah ngagetin banget! I thought it was real that Freddie is a gay! But surprise! He isn't a guy. He's still an Alfred Thomas Highmore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzpJuiyu4LI/TfNPoibJBQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7DqrdN0oAH0/s1600/freddie_highmore%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzpJuiyu4LI/TfNPoibJBQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7DqrdN0oAH0/s400/freddie_highmore%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616920718115144962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtRRcPgeh60/TfNPoYbxSkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UnfmLmIvnCQ/s1600/augustrush1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtRRcPgeh60/TfNPoYbxSkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UnfmLmIvnCQ/s400/augustrush1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616920715433429570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFkCdGcO640/TfNLCSYjWrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MxWlBnAFdYk/s1600/137767_2011-sundance-film-festival-freddie-highmore-at-the-homework-premiere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFkCdGcO640/TfNLCSYjWrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MxWlBnAFdYk/s400/137767_2011-sundance-film-festival-freddie-highmore-at-the-homework-premiere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616915662927780530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uskm5HcCea0/TfNKy3KaIMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0ffD4dSFaBw/s1600/8735bb6dbeb08e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uskm5HcCea0/TfNKy3KaIMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0ffD4dSFaBw/s400/8735bb6dbeb08e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616915397922660546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6K_S0H811w0/TfNQPCFHj-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wRNNNXoRaNc/s1600/freddie-highmore-bounced-sundance-panel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6K_S0H811w0/TfNQPCFHj-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wRNNNXoRaNc/s400/freddie-highmore-bounced-sundance-panel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616921379447738338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pIpC8IQ-w-o/TfNQOwYrZnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BBxsYZetsIA/s1600/freddie_highmore_1298385075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pIpC8IQ-w-o/TfNQOwYrZnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BBxsYZetsIA/s400/freddie_highmore_1298385075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616921374697940594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sB37YghwCRg/TfNQzFwZMrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WtaCD9sT71Y/s1600/With-Hayden-aww-glasses-freddie-highmore-2073598-1274-911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sB37YghwCRg/TfNQzFwZMrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WtaCD9sT71Y/s320/With-Hayden-aww-glasses-freddie-highmore-2073598-1274-911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616921998909846194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh iya supaya gak penasaran sama pacarku yang unyu unyu itu (ngaku ngaku), gue kasih biodatanya aja ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;First Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sections/celebrities/first-name/Freddie"&gt;Freddie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Middle Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sections/celebrities/middle-name/Thomas"&gt;Thomas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Last Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sections/celebrities/last-name/Highmore"&gt;Highmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Full Name at Birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;Alfred Thomas Highmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Other Names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;Freddie Thomas Highmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Age&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sections/celebrities/age/19-years-old"&gt;19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Date of Birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sections/celebrities/birthdays/14-february"&gt;14 February&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sections/celebrities/year-of-birth/1992"&gt;1992&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Birthplace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sections/celebrities/place-of-birth/Hampstead,+London"&gt;Hampstead, London&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Height&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sections/celebrities/height/66-inches"&gt;5' 6" (168 cm)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Build&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sel_68/slim/"&gt;Slim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Eye Color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sel_75/blue/"&gt;Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Hair Color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sel_86/brown-light/"&gt;Brown - Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Star Sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sel_41/aquarius/"&gt;Aquarius&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Religion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sel_10/christian/"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Ethnicity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sel_97/white/"&gt;White&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Nationality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sel_3235/english/"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;High School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sections/celebrities/high-school/Highgate+School"&gt;Highgate School&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Occupation Category&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/sel_111/actor/"&gt;Actor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Claim to Fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;Finding Neverland (2004-2005), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Official Website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.freddie-highmore.org/" rel="nofollow"&gt;freddie-highmore.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/Edward_Highmore"&gt;Edward Highmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/Sue_Latimer"&gt;Sue Latimer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Brother(s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/Albert_%22Bertie%22_Samuel_Highmore"&gt;Albert "Bertie" Samuel Highmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/Daniel_Radcliffe"&gt;Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/Logan_Lerman"&gt;Logan Lerman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Favorite Movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/The_Shawshank_Redemption"&gt;The Shawshank Redemption&lt;/a&gt; [1994]&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/Blade_Runner"&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Favorite TV Shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/Family_Guy"&gt;Family Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Favorite Bands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/Plain_White_T%27s"&gt;Plain White T's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/Coldplay"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/James_Blunt"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="blue" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/topic/Frank_Sinatra"&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Favorite Songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;Hey There Delilah (Plain White T's) [2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Favorite Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;The Catcher In The RyeLord Of The FliesThe Perks Of Being A Wallflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w33pc posl"&gt;Favorite Colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="w60pc posr"&gt;Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilla Farah Highmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-1169265820426883825?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1169265820426883825/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/freddie-highmore-isnt-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1169265820426883825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1169265820426883825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/freddie-highmore-isnt-guy.html' title='FREDDIE HIGHMORE ISN&apos;T A GAY!'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzpJuiyu4LI/TfNPoibJBQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7DqrdN0oAH0/s72-c/freddie_highmore%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-6770023744958807517</id><published>2011-06-10T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T05:22:58.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUPUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pT4mRgbNZSU/TfIG-V--WwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hHDnhimY40I/s1600/film.pupus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pT4mRgbNZSU/TfIG-V--WwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hHDnhimY40I/s400/film.pupus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616559353407363842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn it! Hey peeps, you must know that i've cried because of this movie! Can you imagine that? Me, the killer queen who never smiles or cries, finally cried because of a drama! Gila nih film sumpah ya udah bikin gue nangis menye menye gak jelas. Gue sampai diketawain sama temen temen gue soalnya gue gak pernah nangis cuma gara gara film. Apalagi film drama yang udah kayak sinetron abal abal! Biasanya gue tidur kalo nonton film ini TAPI HARI INI GUE SUKSES NANGIS SESENGGUKKAN GARA GARA FILM INI! Malu maluin banget gak sih? Ini kedua kalinya gue nangis gara gara film drama cinta! Yang pertama waktu gue nonton Crazy Little Thing Called Love. Gue nangis karna dipengaruhi backsoundnya juga sih. Backsoundnya ngingetin gue sama seseorang. Kisah gue sama seseorang. Gila ya woy gue gak bisa berenti nangis gak tau kenapa, apalagi tiap kali denger backsoundnya. Apalagi pas gue liat ciri ciri cowok di film itu sama kayak ciri ciri seseorang. Orang yang akan selalu ada di hati gue gak peduli meski rasa suka gue terhadap orang itu memudar. Biar gak penasaran gue kasih sinopsis filmnya aja ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sinopsis :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Film PUPUS&lt;/strong&gt; ini mengisahkan tentang pergulatan Cindy,  gadis daerah yang kuliah di Jakarta. Mencoba mandiri di tengah  ketakutan sang ibu bahwa Cindy akan ditipu laki-laki. Adalah Panji,  lelaki yang berulang tahun di hari yang sama dengan Cindy. Lelaki yang  bersikap seakan mencintai dirinya, tapi kemudian selalu meninggalkan  Cindy di tengah puncak kebahagiaannya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Panji menjadi misteri bagi Cindy. Cindy tersiksa tapi juga penasaran.  Dia yakin cintanya tak bertepuk sebelah tangan. Cindy yakin Panji pun  merasakan hal yang sama dengan apa yang dirasakannya, tapi mengapa Panji  selalu mematikan harapan Cindy, senang membuatnya terpuruk? Setiap kali  Cindy mencoba bangkit dan melupakan Panji, cowok tersebut terus  menghantui, dia bahkan tega memupuskan semua harapan cinta Cindy.  Akankah Cindy bertahan menghadapi Panji? Ataukah dia justru berhasil  menaklukan hati Panji?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just info nih ya si Panji ini berciri-ciri badan tinggi tegap, rambut jambulan, sifat cuek tapi rada childish, jurusan fakultas Tehnik Mesin di Universitas Trisakti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Pokoknya lo harus nonton film ini dan dijamin lo bakalan nangis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUPUS by DEWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Aku tak mengerti … apa yang  kurasa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Rindu yang tak pernah … begitu hebatnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku mencintaimu lebih dari yang kau tahu …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Meski kau tak akan pernah tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Aku persembahkan … hidupku untukmu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Telah kurelakan … hatiku padamu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Namun kau masih bisu … diam seribu bahasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Dan hati kecilku bicara …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Reff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baru kusadari …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cintaku bertepuk sebelah tangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kau buat remuk seluruh hatiku …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semoga waktu akan mengilhami sisi hatimu yang beku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Semoga akan datang keajaiban, hingga akhirnya kaupun mau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Aku mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Lebih dari yang kau tahu …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Meski kau tak kan pernah tahu …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/897537932815076341-6770023744958807517?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6770023744958807517/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/pupus.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6770023744958807517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6770023744958807517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/pupus.html' title='PUPUS'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pT4mRgbNZSU/TfIG-V--WwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hHDnhimY40I/s72-c/film.pupus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-2734493700507364716</id><published>2011-06-09T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T05:41:05.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To December by Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Malam ini gue cuma mau nge-post lagu favoritnya Farah dan Dania. Btw, this is my fave one too!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to December by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you made time to see me&lt;br /&gt;How's life? Tell me, how's your family?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen them in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been good, busier than ever&lt;br /&gt;We small talk, work and the weather&lt;br /&gt;Your guard is up, and I know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the last time you saw me&lt;br /&gt;Is still burned in the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You gave me roses, and I left them there to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me swallowing my pride&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I go back to December all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December, turn around and make it alright&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I haven't been sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Staying up, playing back myself leaving&lt;br /&gt;When your birthday passed, and I didn't call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I watched you laughing from the passenger side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; And realized I loved you in the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the cold came, the dark days&lt;br /&gt;When fear crept into my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me swallowing my pride&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night&lt;br /&gt;And I go back to December all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; So good to me, so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; And how you held me in your arms that September night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; The first time you ever saw me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;Probably mindless dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So if the chain is on your door, I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me swallowing my pride&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night&lt;br /&gt;And I go back to December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December, turn around and make it alright&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December all the time, all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gak tau kenapa semuanya seringkali identik dengan bulan Desember. Gak tau kenapa bulan itu begitu bermakna meski gak semuanya bermakna indah. Gak tau kenapa bulan Desember adalah bulan paling indah sekaligus paling menyakitkan. Semoga peristiwa di bulan Desember tahun-tahun sebelumnya gak keulang di bulan Desember tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dedicated for a guy whom i've hurt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/897537932815076341-2734493700507364716?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2734493700507364716/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-december-by-taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/2734493700507364716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/2734493700507364716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-december-by-taylor-swift.html' title='Back To December by Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-4334606556800702986</id><published>2011-06-08T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T07:39:53.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#Malamgalau</title><content type='html'>Maaf malem malem nyampah. Sampai nge-post dua kali. Tapi gue emang bener bener lagi bingung. Kenapa bukan dia lagi yang terbayang di benak gue? Kenapa malah wajah seseorang yang lain yang terbayang di benak gue? Intinya adalah ada orang lain yang udah menggantikan perannya di hati gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya adalah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;GUE GALAU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-4334606556800702986?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4334606556800702986/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/malamgalau.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4334606556800702986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4334606556800702986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/malamgalau.html' title='#Malamgalau'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-4883661750762996577</id><published>2011-06-08T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T00:37:43.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today You Remember, Tomorrow You'll Forget It</title><content type='html'>Prolog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Irene memejamkan matanya. Dibiarkannya bulir-bulir air mata menetes menuruni pipinya yang tirus. Di bibirnya tersungging sebuah senyuman. Entah itu senyuman dari dalam lubuk hatinya. Ataukah itu adalah senyuman yang dibuatnya semata-mata untuk menutupi segala keresahan hatinya? Sudahlah, tak ada yang perlu dirisaukan. Tiada yang perlu dipikirkan dan dicermati. Dia hanya ingin menikmati kesunyian itu. Dia hanya ingin mengkhayati suasana hening nan syahdu itu. Kini, hanya ada dirinya dan dia. Hanya ada dirinya dan yang terkasih.&lt;br /&gt; Perasaan bersalah itu kembali merambati relung hati Irene. Digertakkannya gerahamnya, berusaha untuk melupakan segalanya. Berusaha untuk menikmati keadaan duniawi itu untuk sebentar. Satu jam saja. Atau satu menit. Atau barangkali sedetik. Ya, sedetik pun tak akan dia siakan untuk pemuda itu. Akan dia curahkan segalanya cintanya yang menggebu-gebu kepada pemuda itu. Hanya kepadanya. Hanya kepada yang tercinta. Tiada yang lain selainnya. Tiada pengecualian. Meski dusta harus menyayat segala janji, meski kecewa harus ditelan, meski hinaan harus diterima, meski derita terus menerpa.&lt;br /&gt; Apakah salah cinta yang dirasa? Mana yang salah? Salah dimana? Ah, sudahlah. Tak perlulah dia pikirkan itu. Yang terpenting adalah cintanya tak bertepuk sebelah tangan. Namun, akankah cinta itu abadi? Tanpa harus menyakiti hati yang lain? Irene tak tahu jawabnya. Dia hanya mengikuti arus keinginan hatinya. Dan hatinya telah berlabuh pada satu tempat. Sebuah tempat yang lebih tepat disebut jurang kenistaan. Namun, Irene menyebutnya sebagai surge dunia. Ah, manusia memang bodoh. Tiada setitik pun hal yang mereka lewatkan dari nikmatnya surga dunia. Irene mereguk rasa bahagia itu sebanyak-banyaknya. Tak ada yang akan tahu, ucapnya dalam hati berusaha menenangkan dirinya sendiri. Sorot matanya menatap sayang kepada kedua mata yang tertutup itu. Kedua mata milik pemuda itu. Kepolosan terpancar dari wajah pemuda itu. Kepolosan yang dimiliki oleh remaja usia belasan. Kepolosan yang tak pantas dimiliki Irene. Tapi, harus bagaimana lagi? Cinta memang membutakan segalanya.&lt;br /&gt; Irene mengelus helaian rambut pemuda itu dengan jemari halusnya. Pemuda itu mendengkur perlahan bagai dengkuran kucing kecil yang menantikan induknya. Irene tersenyum kecil. Sekali lagi, bahagia itu dirasakannya. Tubuhnya menikmati sentakan aliran listrik itu. Sudah lama dia tidak merasa berdebar-debar. Ya, sudah lama sekali. Irene sudah berniat untuk bangkit meninggalkan pemuda itu saat sebuah tangan meraih jemarinya.&lt;br /&gt; “Kak, jangan tinggalkan aku. Temani aku…..” rintih pemuda itu dengan suaranya yang agak kacau dipengaruhi faktor menuju kedewasaan.&lt;br /&gt; Kembali. Air mata Irene kembali terjatuh. Air mata bahagia itu. Irene terduduk kembali di kursi kayunya. Matanya kembali memandangi sosok yang terbaring di atas ranjang itu. Sosok yang terlihat lemah dan imut. Sosok yang memancarkan kepolosan. Namun, sorot mata itu tak akan pernah Irene lupakan. Sorot mata yang memancarkan sifat ambisius. Ah, memang itu kan yang membuatnya jatuh cinta pada pemuda itu? Ataukah karena hal lain? Tidak. Sudah pasti karena sorot mata itu. Jika tidak, mengapa matanya tak bisa beralih dari sorot mata malaikat itu? Ah, cinta. Tuluskah cintanya itu? Sudah pasti. Mungkin saja. Semoga saja. &lt;br /&gt; Hanya sebuah nama yang terucap dari bibir Irene yang pucat, “Alfred…….”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-4883661750762996577?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4883661750762996577/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-you-remember-tomorrow-youll.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4883661750762996577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4883661750762996577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-you-remember-tomorrow-youll.html' title='Today You Remember, Tomorrow You&apos;ll Forget It'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-169463931690684250</id><published>2011-06-06T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T04:24:57.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love edition'/><title type='text'>Love, Love, Love.....What Does It Mean?</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. Lagi-lagi gue kembali pada topik ini. Cinta. Entah kenapa hal ini terus kepikiran di otak gue sejak 14 Desember 2010. Sampai sekarang gue gak tau dan gak ngerti apa arti sebenarnya dari cinta. Dari dulu gue beranggapan bahwa cinta itu gak ada. Yang ada hanyalah mutual benefit. Saling sharing keuntungan. Misalnya si cewek punya kelebihan tampang yang cantik dan si cowok punya kelebihan harta. Gue gak mau naive sih. Gue juga sama kayak anak cewek lain yang punya impian untuk bertemu dengan pangerannya (read: cinta sejati), tapi masalahnya apa itu cinta sejati? Selama ini temen temen gue selalu curhat masalah ini sama gue dan gue selalu ngasih saran. Tapi itu semua gak didasarkan pada pengalaman gue. Itu semua semata-mata didasarkan pada ilusi. Apa itu cinta? Gue yang notabene adalah seorang amatir yang belum pernah merasakan cinta, punya pendapat tersendiri tentang cinta :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah sebuah kejujuran dan kepercayaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah sebuah perjuangan dalam belenggu kegigihan dan semangat pantang menyerah. Mundur dan memutuskan untuk mencari cinta yang lain karna cintamu bertepuk sebelah tangan sama sekali bukan alasan. Selama kita masih punya kesempatan, tak ada salahnya untuk dicoba kan? Jika kemungkinanmu hanya 30% itu berarti kau akan ditolak 7 kali dan diterima 3 kali, tapi akhirnya tetap saja happy ending bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta bukanlah sebuah fatamorgana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta bukanlah mencari keuntungan tetapi mempelajari kekurangan pasangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah saat kita bisa bersikap alami di depannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah sebuah sinyal yang lebih kuat dari sinyal manapun yang menghubungkan kita pada pasangan jiwa kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah belajar mengikhlaskan orang yang kita sayangi dengan dia yang lebih baik dari kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah menyukai suatu ketidaksempurnaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah belajar memandang pasangan kita bukan sebagai "orang asing" tapi sebagai "sahabat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah dimana kamu bisa tersenyum tulus untuk dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah sebuah perjumpaan tanpa perpisahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah sesuatu yang mengenal rasa sakit untuk pencapaian dalam bahagia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah lantunan indah nan syahdu yang membuat hidupmu seakan lebih berwarna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah sesuatu yang tidak ada sangkut pautnya dengan materi, fisik, dsbnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah sesuatu yang terasa pedih namun memberimu pelajaran yang bermakna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cinta adalah dirimu sendiri saat kau tengah merasakan hal itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu pendapat gue mengenai hal ini. Pendapat seorang amatir yang sama sekali belum pernah tau akan hal itu. Hmm mungkin saat ini gue merasakan hal itu meski dia udah punya seseorang yang disayanginya. Tapi gue tetep optimis. Like he found his princess, i'll find my prince soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I guess i'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-169463931690684250?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/169463931690684250/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-love-lovewhat-does-it-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/169463931690684250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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always so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a big show&lt;br /&gt;its all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You think you know&lt;br /&gt;What everyone needs&lt;br /&gt;You always take time to criticize me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It seems like everyday&lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get it right&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;You love to hate&lt;br /&gt;But not today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;Get up, get up, get up&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Step up, step up, step up&lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say today&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go&lt;br /&gt;You never ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's all a big lie&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You think your special&lt;br /&gt;But I know and I know and I know and we know&lt;br /&gt;That you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You're always there&lt;br /&gt;To point out my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And shove them in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;You love to hate&lt;br /&gt;But not today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;Get up, get up, get up&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Step up, step up, step up&lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say today&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So Shut up, shut up, shut up)&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;(Shut up, shut up, shut up)&lt;br /&gt;You'll never bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me who I should be&lt;br /&gt;(Don't tell me who I should be)&lt;br /&gt;And don't try to tell me what's right for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what I should do&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste my time&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch you fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;Get up, get up, get up&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Step up, step up, step up&lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say today&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;Get up, get up, get up&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Step up, step up, step up&lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;You won't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;You won't bring me&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, shut up, shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time To Say Goodbye by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to waste another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm trying to make things right&lt;br /&gt;But you shove it in my face&lt;br /&gt;And all those things you've done to me I can't erase&lt;br /&gt;And I can't keep this inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On the first day that I met you&lt;br /&gt;I should have known to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I should have told you you were crazy&lt;br /&gt;And disappear without a trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead I stood there waiting&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you would come around&lt;br /&gt;But you always found a way to let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(I just don't want to waste another day)&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(Cause things will never be the same)&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(You make me think I need to walk away)&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the things I've done for you&lt;br /&gt;You never tried to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's like you always play the victim&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one you always blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to save you&lt;br /&gt;When you think you're going to drown&lt;br /&gt;(Think you're going to drown)&lt;br /&gt;You just grab your arms around me and pull me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(I just don't want to waste another day)&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(Cause things will never be the same)&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(You make me think I need to walk away)&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;It's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You can't fix&lt;br /&gt;Your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to save you from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you scream&lt;br /&gt;So you cry&lt;br /&gt;I can see&lt;br /&gt;Through your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You're just trying to change me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trying to change me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Somewhere in the distance&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for me to go&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to hate me&lt;br /&gt;But I think you need to know&lt;br /&gt;You're weighing on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of feeling down&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's time for me to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me&lt;br /&gt;You have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded&lt;br /&gt;You, pickin' on the weaker man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well, you can take me down with just one single blow&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Someday I'll be living in a big old city&lt;br /&gt;And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me&lt;br /&gt;And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you gotta be so mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You, with your switching sides and your walk-by lies and your humiliation&lt;br /&gt;You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk with my head down trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I just wanna feel okay again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold&lt;br /&gt;But the cycle ends right now 'cause you can't lead me down that road&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know what you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll be living in a big old city&lt;br /&gt;And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me&lt;br /&gt;And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you gotta be so mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game&lt;br /&gt;With that same big loud opinion but nobody's listening&lt;br /&gt;Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things&lt;br /&gt;Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all you are is mean&lt;br /&gt;All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life&lt;br /&gt;And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someday I'll be living in a big old city&lt;br /&gt;And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me&lt;br /&gt;And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you gotta be so mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city&lt;br /&gt;(Why you gotta be so mean?)&lt;br /&gt;And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;(Why you gotta be so mean?)&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me&lt;br /&gt;(Why you gotta be so mean?)&lt;br /&gt;And all you're ever gonna be is mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you gotta be so mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : "mean" means that you ve a bad attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-7050521423399445920</id><published>2011-06-03T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T18:13:38.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Future Dream?</title><content type='html'>Setiap orang punya cita-cita dan impian. Entah itu menjadi dokter, guru, pengusaha, penulis, astronot, atau apapun juga. Kemarin gue sempet ngomongin tentang masa depan sama Fang. Dia bilang ke gue kalo dia mau kerja di bagian farmasi dan gue bilang ke dia kalo gue mau jadi astronot. Gue sempet takut dia bakalan ngetawain gue. Ternyata dia ngedukung gue! Dia masih Fang yang dulu, yang selalu tau apa yang gue inginkan :) Terus gue berkhayal sama dia kalo nanti pas gue udah jadi astronot, dia adalah orang pertama yang akan gue ajak ke luar angkasa. Dia tanya "kemana?" Langsung satu jawaban terlintas di pikiran gue "Bulan!" Fang tertawa mendengarnya. Dia bilang kayak gini "kalo kamu udah jadi astronot tentu nama kamu akan terpampang di layar televisi. Jangan lupa tentang aku ya kalo kamu udah jadi astronot terkenal. Nanti kita bakalan keliling luar angkasa." Such sweet sentences haha. Hmm terus apalagi ya? Oh iya dia juga bilang kalo cita-cita lainnya adalah menjadi tour guide dan dia bilang kalo dia bisa jadi tour guide, gue adalah orang pertama yang akan dia ajak berkeliling. Dia tanya "kamu mau kemana? apa tempat yang paling kamu ingin datangi?" Gue langsung jawab dengan spontan "Taiwan!" Lagi-lagi dia tertawa. Dia bilang "oke, aku akan mengantarmu ke negaraku." Terus dia juga bilang sebaiknya gue mengunjungi negaranya pas bulan apa dan apa tergantung cuacanya. Gue bilang ke dia "kamu bisa gak nganterin aku ke kuil Long-Shen? kamu tau kan kalo aku suka banget sama kuil? aku mau kamu nganterin aku kesana." Dia sempat bingung sejenak "Long-Shen? Dimana itu?" Aku jawab "Taipei. Hey, itu kan sangat terkenal." Dia googling sebentar "oh ya! Aku tau maksudmu! Sorry, orang-orang disini menyebutnya Dragon Mountain. Tapi mungkin cukup Long-Shen aja ya? Kamu mau aku nganterin kamu kesana? Itu hal yang mudah." Gue tersenyum sejenak "ya, aku mau kesana. aku mau beli batu jade disana yang katanya bagus bagus." Dia bilang "oh, kamu suka batu itu? aku bisa membelikanmu kalo kamu ke Taiwan." Terus gue dan dia juga ngobrolin hal-hal apa yang bakalan dilakukan kalo gue sama dia udah dewasa. Pokoknya kita janjian bakalan selalu bersama sebagai partner :) Obrolan kita akhirnya jadi ngalor ngidul dan sampai ke film-film. Gue sama dia sama-sama penggemar film horror, suspense, thriller. Yah, ngobrol sama dia asik dan nyambung banget. Dia masih Fang yang dulu. Yang gak pernah bikin gue bete dan gak pernah ngecewain gue. &lt;br /&gt;Jadi apapun impian lo pasti bakalan menyenangkan kalo mendapat dukungan penuh dari salah satu orang yang lo sayang. Seperti gue yang mendapat dukungan penuh dari sahabat gue :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-7050521423399445920?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7050521423399445920/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-your-future-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7050521423399445920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7050521423399445920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-your-future-dream.html' title='What&apos;s Your Future Dream?'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-5669628611115172589</id><published>2011-06-02T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T06:59:30.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover</title><content type='html'>Hey-yo peeps! Finally, i could open my blog. Well, yesterday i wanted to post something but i just couldn't open it. Well, today i wanna talk abt myself. Everybody always looks at me as a "glamorous and feminine" girl, but actually she/he already made a big mistake. I'm not like what people say. I'm not glamorous. It's better if you call me "elegant" If other girls love to go to spa or something like that, the fact is i hate it. Let me tell you once again, I HATE IT! I hate to go to barbershop too! I hate when someone does something with my hair or my body. I love to care with my hair or body by myself. And when other girls love to talk abt money, new cellphone, jewelry, new bag, etc...i feel like i wanna die because i hate to talk abt those stuffs! And abt feminine, well i'm a bit feminine. JUST A BIT. When other girls hate to climb the tree, i love doing it. When other girls hate reptiles, i do love them. When other girls hate to bring something heavy, i love doing it. See what i mean? A feminine girl won't do those things. So, i'm just a bit feminine because it's just abt my style when i wear a dress! It's better if you call me "stylish" Get what i mean? Okay people, seems like i need to turn off my computer now. Just remember one thing, don't judge a girl by her cover! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-5669628611115172589?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5669628611115172589/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-judge-girl-by-her-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/5669628611115172589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/5669628611115172589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-judge-girl-by-her-cover.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge a Girl by Her Cover'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-4712019586295546117</id><published>2011-05-18T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T04:57:05.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King Of Anything by Sarah Bareilles</title><content type='html'>Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table&lt;br /&gt;While I look outside&lt;br /&gt;So many things I’d say if only I were able&lt;br /&gt;But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got opinions, man&lt;br /&gt;We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked&lt;br /&gt;So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine&lt;br /&gt;And get out of here fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one here to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sound so innocent, all full of good intent&lt;br /&gt;Swear you know best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But you expect me to jump up on board with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ride off into your delusional sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps&lt;br /&gt;You got the talking down, just not the listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy&lt;br /&gt;While I just hurt and hide&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold your crown, babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-4712019586295546117?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4712019586295546117/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/05/king-of-anything-by-sarah-bareilles.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4712019586295546117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4712019586295546117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/05/king-of-anything-by-sarah-bareilles.html' title='King Of Anything by Sarah Bareilles'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-9129360358042614761</id><published>2011-03-04T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T05:19:11.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Poems</title><content type='html'>Confessions Of A Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;by John Laset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain... Tension... Fatigue...&lt;br /&gt;Depression...&lt;br /&gt;Anger, Aggression, Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;All these unwanted sensations -&lt;br /&gt;Burning, hurting, tearing.&lt;br /&gt;My heart alone, cold and fearing.&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you let me sleep, let me rest,&lt;br /&gt;Let me forget&lt;br /&gt;To eradicate, eliminate, destroy all my regrets?&lt;br /&gt;These memories inside, swirling, twirling,&lt;br /&gt;unwilling to reside in the corner of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Repeating, resisting, insisting -&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to be denied its recognition&lt;br /&gt;Of its position in my&lt;br /&gt;Frustration, Confusion, Delusion.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to close my eyes and let time fly by,&lt;br /&gt;Because there's so much to gain&lt;br /&gt;By forgetting these dreams driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;Unfocused, unclear, out of control,&lt;br /&gt;My world spinning, spinning, spinning,&lt;br /&gt;My sanity flying through the door.&lt;br /&gt;My reason, my logic, oh, it's tragic,&lt;br /&gt;Like fine sands running through my hands,&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;by Jfreak&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here remembering when&lt;br /&gt;I saw the beauty rush out like a might wind&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it before or bothered to notice&lt;br /&gt;But now I see it and on it I am focused.&lt;br /&gt;The gentleness of your voice&lt;br /&gt;The way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;when I see your lovely smile.&lt;br /&gt;The way you laugh and care for others&lt;br /&gt;Even go beyond the extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;I am focused on that&lt;br /&gt;whether you believe me or not&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches for you&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is in knots.&lt;br /&gt;Now I had to declare,&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that you'd give me,&lt;br /&gt;A place in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Us&lt;br /&gt;by May Queen&lt;br /&gt;There is the melody&lt;br /&gt;I can't play for you,&lt;br /&gt;There is the song&lt;br /&gt;I can't sing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Touch, feel your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between us&lt;br /&gt;There is the line&lt;br /&gt;I can't cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Know&lt;br /&gt;by Horace Whitfield&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the you&lt;br /&gt;That has not been introduced to anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the you&lt;br /&gt;That you've been keeping to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know your most recent fantasy -&lt;br /&gt;You know, the one that just tickled your fancy.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know each and every thought of me,&lt;br /&gt;So I can lay back and contemplate bringing them to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know that spot&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be under so much stress.&lt;br /&gt;Because as a body physician, I have the answer -&lt;br /&gt;It just needs to be caressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if that same spot&lt;br /&gt;Was rubbed, licked and kissed,&lt;br /&gt;Would your mind ponder&lt;br /&gt;On what you could've missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what makes you happy,&lt;br /&gt;What makes you sad,&lt;br /&gt;What makes you sigh&lt;br /&gt;And what makes you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to take a dive,&lt;br /&gt;And explore the ocean floor,&lt;br /&gt;I'll find out&lt;br /&gt;And bring it back to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know,&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what we're going through&lt;br /&gt;Whether our lives are sunny or blue&lt;br /&gt;I want to know - do I have a friend in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Dedicated for that ordinary guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-9129360358042614761?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9129360358042614761/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/9129360358042614761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/9129360358042614761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-poems.html' title='Best Poems'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1434765835168183071</id><published>2011-02-12T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:41:40.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.02.11 :)</title><content type='html'>12.02.11 I won't forget abt this day! Today was a fairytale! Hahaha hari ini gue sama senior-senior kelas 11 dan 12 ngisi acara as a vocal group di acara seminar GS. Kita disuruh dateng jam 8 terus kita latian. Abis itu yang tampil pertama itu kakak kelas 11 terus gue sama Nisa itu tampil jam duaan kalo gak salah. Kita berdua duet nyanyi lagu "Tuhan, Terima Kasih." Gak tau deh bagus atau gak itu duetnya :p Pokoknya gue sama Nisa seneng banget hari ini. Kita tadi ngobrol-ngobrol seru banget di angkot hahaha. Makasih ya buat kakak kelas 11nya dan makasih juga buat Kak Agung dan Kak Irfan yang udah ngiringin vocal group pakai gitar :) Permainan gitarnya keren \m/ Know what the best part is? I finally talked to the senior that i like! Haha Thank God it's Saturday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen by Taylor Swift &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;But I know I saw a light in you&lt;br /&gt;And as we walked we were talking&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say half the things I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing&lt;br /&gt;I don't always have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling&lt;br /&gt;So I got some things to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all, so I thought&lt;br /&gt;But I never seen nobody shine the way you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving?&lt;br /&gt;I think you and I should stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're dimming the street lights, you're perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you here tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting alone now, so come on and come out&lt;br /&gt;And pull me near and shine, shine, shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons&lt;br /&gt;Why I should be the one you choose&lt;br /&gt;All those other girls, well, they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But would they write a song for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it if you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;Can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-1434765835168183071?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1434765835168183071/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/120211.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1434765835168183071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1434765835168183071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/120211.html' title='12.02.11 :)'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-2494783950568433320</id><published>2011-02-09T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T04:24:50.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PORCELAIN FACE? Well, it's me!</title><content type='html'>Peeps, pernah gak dikatain jutek sama temen-temen lo? Atau lo emang si miss jutek di sekolah lo? Well, itu yang sedang gue alamin. Banyak orang beranggapan bahwa gue orangnya jutek banget. Sering sinis sama orang dst dst. Sebenarnya gue gak jutek,tapi gue adalah contoh manusia yang bermuka datar tanpa ekspresi -__- gue sendiri kadang gak nyadar kalo gue suka ngeliat orang dengan tatapan sinis. Hmm dan satu hal yang mesti lo tau, terkadang gue bersikap sinis atau pasang tampang jutek untuk menutupi kenyataan bahwa gue lagi salting. Yup, i always show my porcelain face without smile in front of my senior that i like. But you know, actually i really wanna smile at him but i can't. It's hard for me to make a smile which is pure from my heart. Kenapa ya susah banget bagi gue untuk sekadar tersenyum tulus? Padahal senyum itu punya banyak manfaat kan? Nah, gue adalah tipe orang yang gak gampang senyum. Sekalinya senyum yang keluar malah senyum sinis .__.v Err i really dunno what to do! I just wanna lose my porcelain face and replace it with a friendly face. Can i? Well, at last but not least i wanna show you Taylor Swift's song, Speak Now. This is Dania and Farah's fave one :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak Now by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the kind of girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil&lt;br /&gt;occasion,&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you are not the kind of boy,&lt;br /&gt;Who should be marryin' the wrong girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneak in and see your friends,&lt;br /&gt;And her snotty little family, all dressed in pastel,&lt;br /&gt;And she is yelling at a bridesmaid,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere back inside a room,&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry,&lt;br /&gt;This is surely not what you thought it would be,&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself in a daydream,&lt;br /&gt;Where I stand and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Don't say yes, run away now,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when you're out,&lt;br /&gt;Of the church at the back door,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait or say a single vow,&lt;br /&gt;You need to hear me out,"&lt;br /&gt;And they said, "Speak now,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun gestures are exchanged,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And the organ starts to play&lt;br /&gt;A song that sounds like a death march,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am hiding in the curtains,&lt;br /&gt;It seems I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She floats down the isle like a pageant queen,&lt;br /&gt;But I know you wish it was me,&lt;br /&gt;You wish it was me, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say yes, run away now,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when you're out,&lt;br /&gt;Of the church at the back door,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait or say a single vow,&lt;br /&gt;You need to hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;And they said, "Speak now,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't say yes, run away now,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when you're out,&lt;br /&gt;Of the church at the back door,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait or say a single vow,&lt;br /&gt;Your time is running out,&lt;br /&gt;And they said, "Speak now,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the preacher say,&lt;br /&gt;"Speak now or forever hold your peace,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There's a silence, there's my last chance,&lt;br /&gt;I stand up with shaking hands,&lt;br /&gt;All eyes on me,&lt;br /&gt;Horrified looks from everyone in the room,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm only lookin' at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the kind of girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil&lt;br /&gt;occasion,&lt;br /&gt;But you are not the kind of boy,&lt;br /&gt;Who should be marryin' the wrong girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't say yes, run away now,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when you're out,&lt;br /&gt;Of the church at the back door,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait or say a single vow,&lt;br /&gt;You need to hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;And they said, "Speak now,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And you say,&lt;br /&gt;"Let's run away now,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I didn't say my vows,&lt;br /&gt;So glad you were around when they said, "Speak now,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-2494783950568433320?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2494783950568433320/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/porcelain-face-well-its-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/2494783950568433320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/2494783950568433320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/porcelain-face-well-its-me.html' title='PORCELAIN FACE? Well, it&apos;s me!'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-3560318450128649862</id><published>2011-02-04T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:57:19.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Someone Who Make Me Cry</title><content type='html'>Today is the worst day ever! Something happened and it made me cry. I just can't stop crying. Someone gave me the biggest pain. Someone hurt me so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear John by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you&lt;br /&gt;Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again&lt;br /&gt;And my mother accused me of losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I swore I was fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain&lt;br /&gt;And I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules everyday&lt;br /&gt;Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I was too young to be messed with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the dress cried the whole way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I should've known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well, maybe it's just me and my blind optimism to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away&lt;br /&gt;And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the dress cried the whole way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with?&lt;br /&gt;Your dark twisted games when I loved you so&lt;br /&gt;I should've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry&lt;br /&gt;Never impressed by me acing your tests&lt;br /&gt;All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you've burn them out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I took your matches before fire could catch me&lt;br /&gt;So don't look now&lt;br /&gt;I'm shining like fireworks over&lt;br /&gt;Your sad, empty town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the dress cried the whole way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with?&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the dress wrote you a song&lt;br /&gt;You should've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You should've known&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I was too young?&lt;br /&gt;You should've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i change 19 to be 15? Because i'm 15. And the title of this song is "Dear John." What if i change it into your name, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SENIOR&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-3560318450128649862?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3560318450128649862/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-someone-who-make-me-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3560318450128649862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3560318450128649862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-someone-who-make-me-cry.html' title='Dear Someone Who Make Me Cry'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-6724762276262296354</id><published>2011-01-19T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T04:05:26.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Story (?)</title><content type='html'>I dunno what can i say in this blog. I just feel so confused and really dunno what to do. I mean, i think i'm in love w/ someone but i really don't wanna feel like this cause it's so impossible to make him wanna care w/ me. He doesn't even know me! I never talk w/ him. I guess i'm just his secret admire. But if i could be "frontal" i just wanna say like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"All the things that i know is you're not gone. All the things that i know is you can't be gone. All the things that i know is you belong with me. All the things that i know is i feel enough when i see your laugh. Please, just give me a chance before you graduate cause i just can't stop loving you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i should keep focus w/ my mission! I'm sure i wanna move on cause i don't wanna disturb him anymore. If i could only say one thing for that person, i wanna say, "sorry for being annoying to bother you cause i just can't stop loving you." Haha sounds really not cool. Okay peeps, i guess that enough about my weird story. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-6724762276262296354?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6724762276262296354/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/weird-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6724762276262296354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6724762276262296354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/weird-story.html' title='Weird Story (?)'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1674297537506887168</id><published>2011-01-10T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:03:01.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fave Songs part 1</title><content type='html'>The Story Of Us by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that one day we'd tell the story of us,&lt;br /&gt;And how we met&lt;br /&gt;And how the sparks flew instantly&lt;br /&gt;And people would say they're the lucky ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I used to know my place was the spot next to you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat&lt;br /&gt;Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh, a simple complication,&lt;br /&gt;Miscommunications lead to a fallout,&lt;br /&gt;So many things that I wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;So many walls up, I can't break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;And we're not speaking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying to know&lt;br /&gt;Is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate,&lt;br /&gt;When it all broke down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And the story of us&lt;br /&gt;Looks a lot like a tragedy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we end up this way?&lt;br /&gt;See me nervously pulling at my clothes&lt;br /&gt;And trying to look busy&lt;br /&gt;And you're doing your best to avoid me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us&lt;br /&gt;How I was losing my mind when I saw you here&lt;br /&gt;But you held your pride like you should have held me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh, I'm scared to see the ending,&lt;br /&gt;Why are we pretending this is nothing?&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard silence quite this loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;And we're not speaking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying to know&lt;br /&gt;Is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate,&lt;br /&gt;When it all broke down&lt;br /&gt;And the story of us&lt;br /&gt;Looks a lot like a tragedy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is looking like a contest&lt;br /&gt;Of who can act like they care less&lt;br /&gt;But I liked it better when you were on my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle's in your hands now&lt;br /&gt;But I would lay my armor down&lt;br /&gt;If you said you'd rather love than fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things that you wish I knew&lt;br /&gt;But the story of us might be ending soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;And we're not speaking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying to know&lt;br /&gt;Is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;When it all broke down&lt;br /&gt;And the story of us&lt;br /&gt;Looks a lot like a tragedy now&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And were not speaking,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying to know&lt;br /&gt;Is it killing you&lt;br /&gt;Like it's killing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause were going down&lt;br /&gt;And the story of us&lt;br /&gt;Looks a lot like a tragedy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles&lt;br /&gt;Same old, tired place lonely place&lt;br /&gt;Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy&lt;br /&gt;Vanished when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" across the room, your silhouette&lt;br /&gt;Starts to make its way to me&lt;br /&gt;The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks&lt;br /&gt;Like passing notes in secrecy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And it was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonder-struck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lingering question kept me up, 2 a.m., who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder 'til I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door&lt;br /&gt;I'd open up and you would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonder-struck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;{ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/t/taylor-swift-lyrics/enchanted-lyrics.html }&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This night is flawless, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonder-struck, dancing around all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me praying that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the very first page, not where the storyline ends&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again&lt;br /&gt;These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonder-struck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is flawless, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonder-struck, dancing around all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs are especially for someone who i love more than my life and always makes my heart starts beating faster :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-1674297537506887168?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1674297537506887168/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/fave-songs-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Hey all, saya sebenernya bingung yak mau nge-post apa .__. tapi saya lagi pengen nge-post sesuatu. Gini ya di kehidupan sma gue, gue lagi banyak masalah haha anjir banget dah. Tapi gue gak papa kok. It's really okay for me cause i still ve many very nice best friends :) Iya, temen sma gue banyak yang baik baik kok. Dan gue punya kabar baik. What's the good news? Well, i ve moved on! Saya sudah move on dong yak dan saya seneng banget :D Orang yang bikin saya move on itu ada di sma yang sama dengan saya. Tapi sifatnya dia hampir sama dengan seseorang yang pernah gue suka juga. Ya tipikal cowok kalem dan dingin gitu. Raut wajah mereka juga hampir mirip loh -__- Tapi orang yang gue suka buat sekarang itu baik yak anaknya. Okay deh ngomongin dia malah bikin gue jadi galau. Mending ngomongin hal lain aja. Apaan yak? Hmmm bulan November masih lama banget ya? Pengen cepet cepet bulan November deh. November tanggal 9. Hari ulang tahun gue :) Dan dihari itu gue gak butuh apa apa. Gue cuma berharap semoga dihari itu semua orang yang gue sayang bahagia semua. Yah, tapi sebenernya ada satu hal yang gue pengen. Gue mau pas hari itu gue dikirimin bunga anggrek warna putih :D Dan semoga orang yang ngirimnya itu orang yang gue suka. Amin amin. Bagi gue, anggrek putih itu adalah satu hal yang spesial banget. Gak tau kenapa gue suka banget sama yang namanya bunga anggrek. Terus ngomongin apaan lagi yak? Ohiya hari senin besok udah uht lagi ya njir cepet banget dah == saya capek ini yak ulangan mulu. Tapi gue pengen deh nilai uht gue naik. Semoga bisa ya amin. Dan satu hal yang pengen gue bilang disini. Gue kangen banget sama temen gue pas smp terutama Dita, Padil dan Asti :( I miss you, guys. At last, i wanna write the lyrics of a song here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd Lie by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think that passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;Has ever looked this good to me&lt;br /&gt;He tells me about his night&lt;br /&gt;And I count the colors in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;He’ll never fall in love he swears&lt;br /&gt;As he runs his fingers through his hair&lt;br /&gt;I’m laughing cause I hope he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it ever crossed his mind&lt;br /&gt;He tells a joke I fake a smile&lt;br /&gt;That I know all his favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you his favorite color's green&lt;br /&gt;He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth&lt;br /&gt;His sister's beautiful, he has his father’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;And if you asked me if I love him,&lt;br /&gt;I’d lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks around the room&lt;br /&gt;Innocently overlooks the truth&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t a light go on?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t he know that I’ve had him memorized for so long?&lt;br /&gt;He sees everything black and white&lt;br /&gt;Never let nobody see him cry&lt;br /&gt;I don’t let nobody see me wishing he was mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stands there then walks away&lt;br /&gt;My god if I could only say&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding every breath for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d never tell you but he can play guitar&lt;br /&gt;I think he can see through everything&lt;br /&gt;But my heart&lt;br /&gt;First thought when I wake up is&lt;br /&gt;My god he’s beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So I put on my make up&lt;br /&gt;And pray for a miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I could tell you his favorite color's green&lt;br /&gt;He loves to argue oh and it kills me&lt;br /&gt;His sisters beautiful he has his father’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;And if you asked me if I love him&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me if I love him&lt;br /&gt;I’d lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-3600193124456342734?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3600193124456342734/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-wanna-post-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3600193124456342734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3600193124456342734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-wanna-post-something.html' title='Just Wanna Post Something'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1579850634575314961</id><published>2010-10-15T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:56:19.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ex-Boyfriend in High School</title><content type='html'>Hey all, long time no post :D banyak yang pengen gue ceritain tentang kehidupan gue di masa sma nih. Senior high school : new moment, new friends, new life, new boyfriend, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;new problem&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah i got many friends in high school and they're very nice. And i also got a boyfriend in high school but then we broke up. Haha sounds bad. Jadi gini ya ceritanya, mantan gue itu sahabat gue. Dia anak sekolah mana dirahasiakan aja ya. Waktu sahabatan dia baik banget sama gue, ngertiin gue banget deh pokoknya. Kita udah janji bakalan terus sohiban. Tapi tanggal 31 Agustus dia nembak gue. Saat itu sebenernya gue suka sama cowok lain. Tapi entah kenapa gue ngerasa nyaman di deket dia. Akhirnya kita resmi jadian tanggal 01 September. Jadian sama dia sebenernya asik ya dia anaknya lembut sama cewek tapi sekaligus nyakitin. Iya, gue jujur jadian sama dia nyakitin. Gue bilang gitu bukan tanpa alasan. Ada satu alasan yang bikin gue gelisah terus waktu itu. Saat jadian sama dia udah berkali-kali gue nangis karna dia. Berkali-kali. Padahal biasanya gue gak pernah nangis gara-gara cowok. Cuma dia satu-satunya cowok yang pernah bikin gue nyesek dan nangis. Ternyata persahabatan jauh lebih baik dibanding menjalin hubungan yang kayak gitu. Okay lanjut ya. Akhirnya gue udah mulai bisa menerima dia apa adanya meskipun ada satu hal yang mengganjal yang selalu bikin gue nyesek tiap malem. Tapi disaat gue udah bisa menerima dia apa adanya dan sayang banget sama dia, kita putus dan itu tanggal 21 September. Gue gak diputusin kok. Gue yang minta putus. Kita putus lewat telpon udah kayak Taylor Swift sama Joe Jonas haha. Dan saat kita putus dia bilang "Kita bakalan tetep sahabatan, adek-kakaan. Aku bakal tetep sayang sama kamu kalo perlu kamu jadi nomor satu. Kamu boleh tetep curhat sama aku sampai nangis-nangis. Aku bakalan tetep sms kamu. Dan aku bakalan ngasih kado spesial buat kamu di hari ulang tahun kamu nanti." Tapi itu semua bohong. Dia gak nepatin janjinya. Kita jadi kaku. Dia bahkan gak ada buat gue disaat gue lagi ada masalah besar. Tapi, satu hal yang jelas. Gue tetep sayang kok sama dia meski dia udah nyakitin gue dan terkesan ngebuang gue. Gue sayang sama dia sebagai sahabat. Gue gak tau dia masih nganggap gue sebagai sahabat atau gak. Tapi gue gak pernah marah atas apa yang udah dia lakuin ke gue. Semoga dia bisa bahagia dengan "cewek itu." Cewek yang jauh lebih baik dari gue :') dan kalo gue boleh nambahin permohonan gue, gue pengen gue bisa sahabatan kayak dulu lagi sama dia. &lt;br /&gt;    Dan mengenai masalah baru. Yah, itu sih biasa banget di hidup gue. Yang diatas itu termasuk masalah baru di kehidupan sma gue. Udah ada tiga masalah yang menghampiri gue sejak gue masuk sma. Semoga masalah gue gak akan bertambah lagi. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-1579850634575314961?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1579850634575314961/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-ex-boyfriend-in-high-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1579850634575314961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1579850634575314961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-ex-boyfriend-in-high-school.html' title='New Ex-Boyfriend in High School'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-5277028646014084239</id><published>2010-08-12T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:12:46.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memories About Him</title><content type='html'>I wanna share something here. I ever had a close friend when i was 4 years old. His name's Nando. My mom told me that he's a nice and handsome guy. He always played with me. He called me "Nadila." On last holiday i went to Bandar Lampung my birthplace. Actually i wished i could meet him in that place but i didn't meet him :( my mom said that he's in Kendari now. It's so far from Jakarta. But i always wish i could meet him even just for a day cause i really wanna see his face. I saw him as my brother and maybe now i still miss him as my brother. When he was a child, he's like an angel. He never did something bad to me. I really wanna know where's him now. Maybe he's 16 now and will be 17. He's 2 years older than me. He has a younger sista. His sista's name is Siska. Siska is younger than me. And what else? I can't tell you all about him cause i really dunno all about him. I just know his nickname. Just that. But i believe, someday i'll meet him for once again no matter what happen :) That's my destiny to meet him for once again. God, please make my dream comes true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-5277028646014084239?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5277028646014084239/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-memories-about-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/5277028646014084239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/5277028646014084239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-memories-about-him.html' title='My Memories About Him'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-6173650490692739901</id><published>2010-07-23T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T04:56:04.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>Long time no post. Haha i'm a senior high school student now and i feel very tired. Okay udah lama gue ngilang dari blog gue. Nah, sekarang gue pengen ngomong sesuatu yang udah gak bisa gue pendam lagi. Jadi gini loh, gue itu adalah orang yang selalu takut untuk berubah. Gue paling takut ngedenger orang berpandangan negative sama gue. Aduh, baru aja gue nulis beberapa baris langsung dapet masalah dan rasanya gak enak banget. Kata guru gue, karna bintang gue Scorpio jadi gue mudah tersinggung dan agak cengeng. Ya, itu emang bener sih. Malah bener banget. Tapi gue gak cengeng loh. Okay make it faster. Backing to the topic. Terkadang nih ya gue itu kalo udah marah banget suka ngomong kasar. Emang jelek banget sih sifat gue. Jadi, apa maksud gue nulis blog? Gue pengen mencoba untuk berubah secara bertahap. Tapi gue ragu. Apa gue bisa? Terus ada hal lain lagi yang bikin gue ngerasa sedih. Kata orang perbedaan itu indah. Tapi kenapa bagi gue perbedaan justru terasa menyakitkan? Apalagi perbedaan yang begitu jauh. Hhh gue kayaknya lebih suka "persamaan" daripada perbedaan. Kadang kan pasti kita ngerasa kalo kita gak diterima karna kita berbeda. Yah, pokoknya gitu deh. Gue gak tau mesti nulis dengan cara gimana abisan bingung. Terus ini ada dua lagi yang lagi gue suka banget untuk saat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Never Told You by Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;How you kissed me at night&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we see&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Like the taste of your smile&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;No I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I just held it in&lt;br /&gt;And now I miss everything&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I still want you&lt;br /&gt;After all the things we've&lt;br /&gt;Been through&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Every time I close mine&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong to when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Around you&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;No I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I just held it in&lt;br /&gt;And now I miss everything&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I still want&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;After all the things we've&lt;br /&gt;Been through&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;No I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I just held it in&lt;br /&gt;And now I miss everything&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;(still you're gone)&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I still want&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;After all the things we've&lt;br /&gt;Been through&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those blue eyesnya diganti sama kalimat i miss those black eyes aja deh. Terus kalimat how you kissed me at night nya diilangin aja deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero by Sterling Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no superman&lt;br /&gt;I can't take your hand&lt;br /&gt;And fly you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;You wanna go (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't read your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a billboard sign&lt;br /&gt;And tell you everything&lt;br /&gt;You wanna hear but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I can be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;If you're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;Like gravity I'll be unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, yeah I believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;I may be an ordinary guy&lt;br /&gt;With heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;But if you're the one for me then&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Could you be the one [x3]for me)&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;(Could you be the one [x3]for me)&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching high and low&lt;br /&gt;Trying every road&lt;br /&gt;If I see your face&lt;br /&gt;How will I know(yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in fate&lt;br /&gt;If you'll will come my way&lt;br /&gt;And if it's bright&lt;br /&gt;It's undeniable (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I can be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;If you're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;Like gravity I'll be unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, yeah I believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;I may be an ordinary guy&lt;br /&gt;WIth heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;But if you're the one for me then&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Could you be the one [x3]for me)&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;(Could you be the one [x3]for me)&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So incredible&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of miracle&lt;br /&gt;When it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I'll become a hero&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait, wait&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I can be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;If you're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;Like gravity I'll be unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;(Be unstoppable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, yeah I believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;I may be an ordinary guy&lt;br /&gt;With heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;But if you're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Could you be the one [x3]for me)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;(Could you be the one [x3]for me)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata Supermannya diganti sama wonderwoman terus kata guy diganti sama girl aja deh. Ini lagu yang ada di Starstruck dan gue suka banget film itu meski gue biasa aja sih sama tokoh utamanya hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay deh i guess that's all. Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-6173650490692739901?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6173650490692739901/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-time-no-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6173650490692739901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6173650490692739901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-7445253770538674993</id><published>2010-02-20T03:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T04:17:45.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERCY JACKSON &amp; THE OLYMPIANS : THE LIGHTNING THIEF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_RNoXSAeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lfKkelaVjdM/s1600-h/percy_jackson_and_the_olympians_the_lightning_thief_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_RNoXSAeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lfKkelaVjdM/s320/percy_jackson_and_the_olympians_the_lightning_thief_ver3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440296906990420450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again! A fantastic movie! PERCY JACKSON &amp; THE OLYMPIANS : THE LIGHTNING THIEF. Well, that movie's so amazing! I like the guys who played as Percy and Luke. Okay, let me introduce them and the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_PcH5NrVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ArEjwjsqfEw/s1600-h/Logan+Lerman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_PcH5NrVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ArEjwjsqfEw/s320/Logan+Lerman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440294956949155154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan Lerman as Percy Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_Ps7U6wOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wyNl5sELIqo/s1600-h/Brandon+T.+Jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_Ps7U6wOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wyNl5sELIqo/s320/Brandon+T.+Jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440295245633470690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon T. Jackson as Grover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_QDdES18I/AAAAAAAAAFo/P3ssYW6624A/s1600-h/Alexandra+Daddario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_QDdES18I/AAAAAAAAAFo/P3ssYW6624A/s320/Alexandra+Daddario.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440295632647673794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Daddario as Annabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_QRwSckkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XEdi_YbdZNQ/s1600-h/jake_abel_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_QRwSckkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XEdi_YbdZNQ/s320/jake_abel_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440295878325473858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake Abel as Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_P6COOhqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ScK3HoZZkdk/s1600-h/Catherine+Keener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_P6COOhqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ScK3HoZZkdk/s320/Catherine+Keener.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440295470822753954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Keener as Sally Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_QnupZS_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mTQZ0sqBm8Y/s1600-h/kevin-mckidd-greys-anatomy_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_QnupZS_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mTQZ0sqBm8Y/s320/kevin-mckidd-greys-anatomy_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440296255841979378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin McKidd as Poseidon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_Q12tMKhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/p_j0NF8Es8Y/s1600-h/Sean+Bean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_Q12tMKhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/p_j0NF8Es8Y/s320/Sean+Bean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440296498523548178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Bean as Zeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_RCF9VTPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/23-Irtfbw1E/s1600-h/Steve+Coogan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_RCF9VTPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/23-Irtfbw1E/s320/Steve+Coogan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440296708776217842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Coogan as Hades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i really like Old Greek Myth. And if i don't live on the earth i must be believe about that myth! So, what should i say? I REALLY WANNA SEE THAT MOVIE FOR ONCE AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-7445253770538674993?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7445253770538674993/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/percy-jackson-olympians-lightning-thief.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7445253770538674993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7445253770538674993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/percy-jackson-olympians-lightning-thief.html' title='PERCY JACKSON &amp; THE OLYMPIANS : THE LIGHTNING THIEF'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3_RNoXSAeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lfKkelaVjdM/s72-c/percy_jackson_and_the_olympians_the_lightning_thief_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-5565857977274408990</id><published>2010-02-16T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T04:59:19.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE'S DAY MOVIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qKQHDcgUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aSVuaIc81ds/s1600-h/Dillaaaaa(Y)(541).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qKQHDcgUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aSVuaIc81ds/s320/Dillaaaaa(Y)(541).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438811509379334466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qJVORHpHI/AAAAAAAAADw/ttH8dp3MKoI/s1600-h/Dillaaaaa(Y)(540).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qJVORHpHI/AAAAAAAAADw/ttH8dp3MKoI/s320/Dillaaaaa(Y)(540).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438810497703453810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonne-nuit people! Hey, did you know somethin hmm? Okay, let me tell you. I saw Valentine's Day movie! Let me repeat it for one more time, I SAW VALENTINE'S DAY MOVIE! Oh God! I watched it with Padil, Qina, and Muti. In this movie i like Ashton Kutcher, Carter Jenkins, Taylor Lautner, Taylor Swift, Bryce Robinson, Jennifer Garner, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Alba, Emma Roberts, and Topher Grace. Their action are so awesome especially Taylor Swift, Ashton Kutcher, and Carter Jenkins! I really like Ashton Kutcher. I like the parts when Ashton Kutcher kissing his best friend, Jennifer Garner and when Taylor Lautner falling down and also when Taylor Swift doing a crazy dance. Lol funny. Taylor Swift and Lautner made me laugh! Seriously i wanna see this movie for once again but my mom told me that i can't see some movies for this month and next month because of my National Exam. Poor me :( But, it's okay. I can buy the dvd.  Umm, can i put their photos in here? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qP0Qet9sI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KHR8E9LCE0E/s1600-h/ashton_kutcher_truckerhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qP0Qet9sI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KHR8E9LCE0E/s320/ashton_kutcher_truckerhat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438817627943073474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ashton Kutcher. He looks handsome, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qQzAbmJFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pX03Tgz9G8U/s1600-h/carter+jenkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qQzAbmJFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pX03Tgz9G8U/s320/carter+jenkins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438818705966769234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this yeah this is Carter Jenkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qRUszC63I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-PzURkzvB7s/s1600-h/Taylor+lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qRUszC63I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-PzURkzvB7s/s320/Taylor+lautner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438819284811967346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows him. He's Taylor Lautner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qSD2g2y6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3DfysfSSZ74/s1600-h/taylor-swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qSD2g2y6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3DfysfSSZ74/s320/taylor-swift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438820094873881506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is! My favourite singer, Taylor Swift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qTA2hnTRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bv9qZND_uAA/s1600-h/bryce+robinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qTA2hnTRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bv9qZND_uAA/s320/bryce+robinson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438821142849080594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce Robinson! He looks so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qTjtuLMuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KFNONBZFbOY/s1600-h/jennifer-garner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qTjtuLMuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KFNONBZFbOY/s320/jennifer-garner1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438821741781267170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya rite, she's Jennifer Garner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qT1ClgA9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GZFlWp94UCg/s1600-h/anne_hathaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qT1ClgA9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GZFlWp94UCg/s320/anne_hathaway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438822039439803346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Hathaway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qULi07S_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/vx59RvExqi8/s1600-h/Jessica_Alba_attends_24927t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qULi07S_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/vx59RvExqi8/s320/Jessica_Alba_attends_24927t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438822426051562482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Alba. She looks pretty, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qUx65uRrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/u6RZ7BP8HVE/s1600-h/EmmaRoberts_Granitz_6695411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qUx65uRrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/u6RZ7BP8HVE/s320/EmmaRoberts_Granitz_6695411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438823085349160626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Emma Roberts. She's so exotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qVVgEhbWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/b_4VE-oUFek/s1600-h/tophergrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qVVgEhbWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/b_4VE-oUFek/s320/tophergrace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438823696621989218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys, this is Topher Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more. I feel tired now. But still feel happy. Okay guys, bye! Ttyl. Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-5565857977274408990?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5565857977274408990/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/5565857977274408990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/5565857977274408990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-movie.html' title='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY MOVIE'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3qKQHDcgUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aSVuaIc81ds/s72-c/Dillaaaaa(Y)(541).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1374736225365456184</id><published>2010-02-14T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T02:40:52.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED THOMAS HIGHMORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fTElgmlZI/AAAAAAAAADo/5-Yq3ul3YSw/s1600-h/images+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fTElgmlZI/AAAAAAAAADo/5-Yq3ul3YSw/s320/images+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438047150814958994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all :) Tau gak kenapa hari ini gue seneng banget? Hihi soalnya gue abis nonton film From Paris With Love. Terus kenapa? Gue udah kangen aja sama Jonathan Rhys Meyers. Akhirnya setelah dia menghilang sekian lama, dia nongol lagi. Dan sumpah dia ganteng bangeeeettt! Dia keliatan polos gitu di film_nya! Kalo buat action mungkin gue lebih suka John Travolta. Keren banget deh sumpah. Terus gue ngeliat thriller nya film Arthur and The Revenge Of Maltazard. God! I really wanna see this movie! Dan terus apa lagi ya? Oh iya hampir lupa. Gue kasih tau ya kalo hari ini, FREDDIE HIGHMORE ULANG TAHUN! God! Gue pengen deh ketemu sama dia terus ngucapin selamat ulang tahun langsung ke orangnya. Ampun deh sumpah aahhhhh.... I really wanna meet him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling penting alasan gue nulis blog ini adalah untuk ngucapin happy birthday buat idola gue :) Kalo gue ketemu orangnya ya gue pengen bilang, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED THOMAS HIGHMORE! I'M YOUR BIG FANS AND I'LL ALWAYS SUPPORT YOU! HOPE YOU ALL THE BEST! HOPE YOU'LL FIND MANY LOVES ON THIS DAY BECAUSE YOUR BIRTHDAY IS ON VALENTINE'S DAY. AND HOPE THIS DAY WILL BE YOUR PERFECT DAY!&lt;/span&gt;" Gituuu terus gue pengen take pictures yang banyaaaakkkk sama dia. Ih sumpah gue sedeng sendiri kan. Sumpah ya dia itu cowok paling perfect yang pernah gue liat. Dia itu manis, ganteng, lucu kayak bugs bunny hihi, pinter, sopan, baik, ramah, dan many more deh. Sumpah ahhh beruntung banget Dakota Fanning! Eh gue taro fotonya ya? Ok, wait a minute please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fQbcPGT3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/KhgPRMO2TLI/s1600-h/16+years+old....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fQbcPGT3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/KhgPRMO2TLI/s320/16+years+old....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438044244927729522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fQpsifCfI/AAAAAAAAADA/N64chM7fJiY/s1600-h/so+handsome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fQpsifCfI/AAAAAAAAADA/N64chM7fJiY/s320/so+handsome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438044489822177778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus ini foto Jonathan Rhys Meyers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fRnWewdcI/AAAAAAAAADI/LorHfuXMexo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fRnWewdcI/AAAAAAAAADI/LorHfuXMexo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438045549052851650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fR2K7GLEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/POoWDfJOmEw/s1600-h/images+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fR2K7GLEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/POoWDfJOmEw/s320/images+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438045803648527426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fR_orswVI/AAAAAAAAADY/pQfJXuKw4ZA/s1600-h/jonathan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fR_orswVI/AAAAAAAAADY/pQfJXuKw4ZA/s320/jonathan1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438045966255833426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fSKCocWPI/AAAAAAAAADg/mtWzUzQ0Vow/s1600-h/Jonathan_Rhys_Meyers_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fSKCocWPI/AAAAAAAAADg/mtWzUzQ0Vow/s320/Jonathan_Rhys_Meyers_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438046145020188914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihi sorry kalo kebanyakan abisnya gue bener bener suka sama mereka berdua. Pokoknya mereka itu THE BEST ACTORS I EVER KNOWN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-1374736225365456184?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1374736225365456184/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-alfred-thomas-highmore.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1374736225365456184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1374736225365456184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-alfred-thomas-highmore.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED THOMAS HIGHMORE!'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S3fTElgmlZI/AAAAAAAAADo/5-Yq3ul3YSw/s72-c/images+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-7937754321136669934</id><published>2010-02-11T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:30:39.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wanna Talk</title><content type='html'>Hey, all. I'm listening Spice Girls' Song, Viva Forever again. So, umm did you know Omegle? It's kind of a website that we can chat with everyone. But, we never know who's the person that chat with us. Crazy website, rite? But it's ok. It's fun. I have chatted with a person. He's like Fang. I mean, umm i can't explain it. But i guess, he was talkin like Fang. Oh God, i miss him so much. He's very very busy now with his important test on May 22. What else? I guess, this Valentine i'll be alone. But it's ok. Valentine isn't really important for me. I mean, we can share the love everytime not just in Valentine. Ah speakin about that, when i was chatting in Omegle someone asked me, "would you be my valentine?" lol funny. Umm, can i ask you somethin? What do you feel if you know the person who you love doesn't love you but he or she loves another girl or guy. I'm just askin. I think it's usual. Don't ever feel the love if you're afraid to get hurt, rite? What am i talkin about? Ok just wanna talk about those problems. Bye ttyl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-7937754321136669934?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7937754321136669934/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-wanna-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7937754321136669934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7937754321136669934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-wanna-talk.html' title='Just Wanna Talk'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-3777376371326688793</id><published>2010-02-09T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:36:04.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Baru sekarang nih gue bisa buka blog abisnya akhir akhir ini internetnya lemot banget ih sumpah. Besok gue mau belajar bareng Padil, Dita, Qina, Syifa, Dhia dong hehe. Persiapan buat UN gitu deh. Gue lagi dengerin lagunya Spice Girls yang judulnya Viva Forever. Emang sih itu lagu udah lama banget, tapi gak tau kenapa gue suka banget sama lagunya. Lyricsnya nyentuh banget deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva Forever by Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember how we used to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling together believe in whatever&lt;br /&gt;My love has said to me&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were dreamers Young love in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Felt like my saviour My spirit I gave you&lt;br /&gt;We'd only just begun&lt;br /&gt;Hasta Manana Always be mine&lt;br /&gt;Viva Forever I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting Like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Live Forever for the moment&lt;br /&gt;Ever searching for the world&lt;br /&gt;Yes I still remember every whispered word&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your skin, giving life from within&lt;br /&gt;Like a love song that I've heard&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers, like the sands of time&lt;br /&gt;Promises made, every memory saved&lt;br /&gt;Has reflections in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Hasta Manana, always be mine&lt;br /&gt;Viva Forever, I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting, Like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Live Forever, For the moment&lt;br /&gt;Ever searching, for the world&lt;br /&gt;But we're all alone, was it just a dream&lt;br /&gt;Feelings untold, They will never be sold&lt;br /&gt;And the secrets safe with me&lt;br /&gt;Hasta Manana, always be mine&lt;br /&gt;Viva Forever, I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting, Like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Live Forever, for the moment&lt;br /&gt;Ever searching, for the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bener kan? Lyricsnya nyentuh banget sumpah. Jadi pengen nangis denger lagunya. Eh iya mungkin gue telat nih tapi emang iya ya Taylor Swift putus sama Taylor Lautner? Yah jangan dooooonnnnnnggggg. Mereka kan cocok banget tauuuuuu. Masa kan gue smsan sama dita. Dita bilang kalo Freddie Highmore itu giginya aneh nongol dua dan gue bilang daripada Taylor Lautner gigi atasnya ke depan semua hihihi. Gak bermaksud ngehina kok cuma iseng doang. Iya sih Taylor Lautner itu ganteng, keren, berotot, dan gagah. Tapi gue lebih suka Freddie Highmore meski Freddie Highmore kurus, kecil, gak tinggi-tinggi banget karna Freddie Highmore itu pinter banget sumpah orangnya -_- terus kan ya kemarin gue liat thrillernya Valentine's Day ih sumpah jadi pengen nonton daaaaahhhh. Terus gue juga pengen nonton From Paris With Love sama Arthur and The Revenge Of Malthazard. Bentar lagu UN nih cuman tinggal menghitung hari. Gue jadi takut banget deh sumpah zz. Udah deh ya mau ngomong itu aja. Bye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-3777376371326688793?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3777376371326688793/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3777376371326688793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3777376371326688793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey.html' title='HEY'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-316872115211732993</id><published>2010-02-05T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:56:15.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Bosen deh pagi pagi gak ngapa ngapain. Gue lagi dengerin lagunya Taylor Swift yang judulnya Last Christmas. Enak deh lagunya. Nih gue kasih liriknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year, to save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten and twice shied&lt;br /&gt;I keep my distance but you still catch my eye&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognize me&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, I wrapped it up and sent it&lt;br /&gt;With a note saying 'I love you', I meant it&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;But if you kiss me now, I know you'd fool me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year, to save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year, to save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowded room and friends with tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice&lt;br /&gt;My God, I thought you were someone to rely on&lt;br /&gt;Me, I guess I was a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;A face on a lover with a fire in his heart&lt;br /&gt;A girl on a cover but you tore her apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this year&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this year I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause last Christmas I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year, to save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year, to save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And this year&lt;br /&gt;It won't be anything like, anything like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year, to save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucu kan liriknya? Hihi gue bingung mau nulis apaan. Bosen parah sumpah deh. GUE BOSEN! Ahhhh udahan yaaa (gak jelas banget sih lu, Dil). Ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-316872115211732993?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/316872115211732993/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/316872115211732993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/316872115211732993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-8170189793780453206</id><published>2010-02-03T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:20:53.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Songs</title><content type='html'>Hey all lama tak berjumpa. Miss me? Haha gue lagi dengerin lagunya Taylor Swift yang judulnya Tied Together With a Smile nih! Enak aja gitu ngedengernya. Eh iya kemarin gue ketemu sama Bunda Anggun di Lia terus kita ngobrol-ngobrol deh! Sebenernya pas hari Seninnya gue juga ketemu Ayah Rahman (apa banget deh gua manggil lu ayah, Man -_-) tapi tuh kita bertiga gak ngomong banyak-banyak soalnya penyakit diem gue lagi kambuh. Terus gue jadi sering smsan sama Dita deh. Tapi smsnya gak jelas semua -,- yeeegak dit? Kemarin ada TO lagi dari bimbel nih sumpah soalnya susah! Gue jadi takut nanti UN deh. Temen gue minta gue ngajarin dia mtk. Nyeh gue aja bego di mtk! Mending Fisika ke mana-mana kali! Aduh, siapa ya orang baik hati yang mau ngajarin gue yang dodol mtk ini? Terus katanya mulai sekarang tiap hari Sabtu ada pembimbingan khusus bagi anak-anak yang "mampu" biar bisa dapet nilai sempurna pas UN. Gue tuh tadi ngomongin masalah sma sama Padil. Nyokap gue sama Padil sih berharap anak-anaknya masuk sma 28 tapi kayaknya susah mampus deh. Padil pengennya kalo gak 28 ya 26 atau 38 atau Binus. Gue pengennya kalo gak 28 ya 49 atau 68 (pilihannya kak Mpip tuh!) atau Penabur. Kalo masuk Penabur gue bisa bareng Aileen. Tapi masa nyokap sama bokap nyuruh gue ke sma yang deket hhh. Masuk mana dah? Bingung gue. Eh tar dulu kita lupakan sejenak masalah UN dan segala tektek bengeknya ya! Tadi malem kan gue iseng tuh buka fb gue yang sepinya udah kayak kuburan. Eh ternyata Fang ngirimin gue message! Nih ya isinya gini nih,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry i just have a big test on MAY 22th it's very important for me. so i didn't online these days p.s HAPPY NEW YEAR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha seneng banget gueeeeee. Kata-katanya dia bisa mengurangi rasa kecewa gue sama seseorang yang gue sayang. Iya, gue emang suka cowok yang dingin. Tapi bukan cowok yang kelewat jutek kayak gitu. Amfuuunnn deh. Terus gue bales deh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's ok. I'm sorry i didn't know it before. I'll have national exam too on March. Hope everything's okay. Thanks, happy new year to you too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong-ngomong ada yang tau lagunya M2M yang judulnya Pretty Boy gak? Lagu jadul sih udah lama tapi gue suka. Gini nih liriknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Boy by M2M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake at night&lt;br /&gt;See things in black and white&lt;br /&gt;I've only got you inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;You know you have made me blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake and pray&lt;br /&gt;That you will look my way&lt;br /&gt;I have all this longing in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I knew it right from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I never ever loved no one before you&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty boy of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I do&lt;br /&gt;Let me inside&lt;br /&gt;Make me stay right beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write your name&lt;br /&gt;And put it in a frame&lt;br /&gt;And sometime I think I hear you call&lt;br /&gt;Right from my bedroom wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay a little while&lt;br /&gt;And touch me with your smile&lt;br /&gt;And what can I say to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;To reach out for you in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I never ever loved no one before you&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty boy of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I do&lt;br /&gt;Let me inside&lt;br /&gt;Make me stay right beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I never ever loved no one before you&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty boy of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I do&lt;br /&gt;Let me inside&lt;br /&gt;Make me stay right beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila gue terhipnotis banget sama lagu ini! Bener dong kalo gue bilang kalo cinta itu adalah narkotika yang membuat kita gak berdaya. Yang membuat kita kehilangan akal. Yang juga akan membuat kita sakit. Itu semua gak salah kan? Tapi apa salahnya kalo dicoba? Terus ada lagi lagu yang bener-bener menghipnotis gue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday My Prince Will Come by Ashley Tisdale feat Andrew Seeley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will find my prince&lt;br /&gt;He may be far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know he will come&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;To call my own&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;Prince of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;To call my own&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday my prince will come&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll find a love&lt;br /&gt;And how thrilling that moment will be&lt;br /&gt;When the prince of my dreams comes to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll whisper I love you (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;And steal a kiss or two (Just one kiss)&lt;br /&gt;Though he may be far away&lt;br /&gt;I will find my love someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll say and do&lt;br /&gt;The things we've been longing to&lt;br /&gt;And I'll know him the moment we meet&lt;br /&gt;For my heart will start skipping a beat&lt;br /&gt;Someday when my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;There's someone I'm longing to see&lt;br /&gt;Someone I can't help but adore&lt;br /&gt;Who will thrill me for ever more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll say and do&lt;br /&gt;The things we've been longing to&lt;br /&gt;And I'll know him the moment we meet&lt;br /&gt;For my heart will start skipping a beat&lt;br /&gt;Someday when my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday my prince will come (Someday my princess will come)&lt;br /&gt;And I will find my love (And I will find my love)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll know it the moment we meet (The moment we meet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;To call my own&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;Prince of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;To call my own&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;To call my own&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;Prince of my dreams (Prince of her dreams)&lt;br /&gt;Far away (Far away)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (To call your own)&lt;br /&gt;Someday (Someday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of my dreams (Prince of her dreams)&lt;br /&gt;Far away (Far away)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (To call your own)&lt;br /&gt;Someday (My dreams will come true)&lt;br /&gt;Prince of my dreams (Prince of her dreams)&lt;br /&gt;Far away (Far away)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (Call your own)&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagunya kekanak-kanakan banget tapi itu emang impian tiap cewek kan? Menemukan pangeran impiannya. Haha tapi kita gak usah jaim kalo emang kita punya impian yang kayak gitu. Gue juga percaya kok kalo gue gak bisa ngedapetin orang yang gue suka, pasti suatu saat nanti gue bisa menemukan seseorang yang tepat buat gue (sok puitis amat nih bocah). Um, what else? Oh iya satu lagu lagi yaya abisnya ini lagu favorit gue banget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sensible and so incredible&lt;br /&gt;And all my single friends are jealous&lt;br /&gt;He says everything I need to hear and it's like&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for anything better&lt;br /&gt;He opens up my door and I get into his car&lt;br /&gt;And he says you look beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I feel perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name&lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and coming undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He respects my space&lt;br /&gt;And never makes me wait&lt;br /&gt;And he calls exactly when he says he will&lt;br /&gt;He's close to my mother&lt;br /&gt;Talks business with my father&lt;br /&gt;He's charming and endearing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name&lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and coming undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't see the smile I'm faking&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's not breaking&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not feeling anything at all&lt;br /&gt;And you were wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just so frustrating intoxicating&lt;br /&gt;Complicated, got away by some mistake and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am and I'm cursing your name&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love that I acted insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down and coming undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah pernah gue tulis belum ya nih lagu di blog? Gak tau deh. Udah ya mata gue puyeng kelamaan melototin layar komputer. See ya! Ttyl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-8170189793780453206?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8170189793780453206/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8170189793780453206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8170189793780453206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream-songs.html' title='Dream Songs'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1837210266462579244</id><published>2010-01-30T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:06:19.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILFEEL</title><content type='html'>Hey, all. Sumpah pagi ini gue dapet kejutan yang wtf banget dari ade gue yang cowok! Kecil kecil iseng banget tuh anak! Gue lagi bengong depan komputer tiba tiba dia nyamperin. Nyamperin doang sih gak papa ya tapi masaoloh dia bawa laba laba! -_- Gue paling takut sama makhluk begituan! Mau laba laba kek mau serangga kek pokoknya gue gak suka! Mendingan gue megang ular aja deh. Ade gue kurang asem daaahhh haaaa. Jadi tujuan gue nge-post blog hari ini buat apa ya? Oh iya gimana rasanya kalo lo menemukan sisi buruk orang yang lo sayang dan lo gak bisa melupakan itu? Terus lo jadi ilfeel tapi lo gak berenti untuk menyayangi dia? Wuihhh mantep dah tuh rasanya -,- eh iya masa gue jadi suka lagunya Justin Bieber yang judulnya Baby. Amfuuunn gue kan gak demen Justin Bieber! Biar deh ah. Apa lagi ya? Ngomongin apa lagi? Eh masa tadi malem gue nonton film tentang badut psikopat yang suka ngebunuhin cewek! Hiii sereeeemmm. Gak serem juga sih sebenernya. Film paling serem yang pernah gue tonton itu apa ya? Kayaknya Drag Me To Hell deh. Tapi tuh film seru tau. Gue nonton dua kali waktu itu hihi. Terus hari ini sepupu gue mau pergi ke perpus lagi buat minjemin novel sastra lagi. Aseeeekkk. Bentar lagi bulan Februari ya. Gak tau kenapa gue suka benci banget sama bulan itu. Bulan kesialan gue deh kayaknya. Tapi bulan itu juga bulan kelahirannya Freddie Highmore! 14 Februari, Valentine's day kan? Gue gak demen sama yang namanya Valentine's day dan bersangkutan dengan itu tapi tepat tanggal itu juga Freddie Highmore ulang tahun selain itu heemmm ada film yang bakal gue tonton yang judulnya Valentine's Day juga -_____- haaaa ribet dah. Tapi kalo Valentine's day yang ngasih coklat cewek kan ya? Baru dibalesnya sama cowok pas White Day tanggal 14 Maretnya. Setau gue sih adat di Jepang kayak begono noh. Heeemmm Valentine's day kata kebanyakan orang itu adalah hari kasih sayang tapi kata gue itu hari kematian. Kan Valentine itu diambil dari nama seorang pastur yang udah meninggal, rite? Jadi menurut gue sih gak hanya di Valentine's day aja tapi semua orang harus menyalurkan rasa sayangnya setiap hari karna hari itu adalah sebuah present di mana kita bersyukur karna kita masih bisa hidup di dunia ini. At last, gue pengen mempersembahkan lagu buat orang yang gue sayang. "Meski gue ilfeel sama lo tapi gue tetep sayang kok :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold As You by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a way of coming easily to me&lt;br /&gt;And when you take&lt;br /&gt;You take the very best of me&lt;br /&gt;So I start a fight cause I need to feel something&lt;br /&gt;And you do what you want&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a shame&lt;br /&gt;What a rainy ending given to a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;So just walk away&lt;br /&gt;No use defending words that you will never say&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been anywhere cold as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray&lt;br /&gt;And I stood there loving you and wished them all away&lt;br /&gt;And you come away with a great little story&lt;br /&gt;Of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a shame&lt;br /&gt;What a rainy ending given to a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;So just walk away&lt;br /&gt;No use defending words that you will never say&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been anywhere cold as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never did give a damn thing, honey&lt;br /&gt;But I cried, cried for you&lt;br /&gt;And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died&lt;br /&gt;Died for you (died for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a shame&lt;br /&gt;What a rainy ending give to a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;Every smile you fake is so condescending&lt;br /&gt;Counted all the scars you made&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm sitting her thinking it through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been anywhere cold as you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-1837210266462579244?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1837210266462579244/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/ilfeel.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1837210266462579244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1837210266462579244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/ilfeel.html' title='ILFEEL'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-2471508482928435155</id><published>2010-01-29T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:12:45.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly</title><content type='html'>Hey all gak tau kenapa ya hari ini gue ngantuk banget sumpah ngantuk berat. And guess what, TO gue dapet jelek! Gila rata rata gue 7.50! Ngeselin banget sumpah. Dan yang bikin gue keki, nilai jelek gue itu ternyata peringkat pertama dari 84 siswa di sekolah gue! Temen gue ada yang dapet 7.65 berarti sekolahnya lebih bagus dong! Let's talk about the other. Hemm apa ya? Well, gini gue punya temen dan gue sayang sama temen gue itu. Tapi tanggapan dia ke gue selalu dingin. Gak ngerti kenapa. Misalkan gue sms balesnya pendek banget sumpah. Tapi dia kalo ngomong suka negur duluan. Gak jelas tuh orang -_- Kadang nih ya dia suka bikin gue kesel. Jujur ya mungkin gue suka sama dia yah tapi who knows? Gue udah gak peduli sama yang begituan. Gue mesti fokus buat UN. Gue pengen dapet yang terbaik dari yang paling baik. Tapi yah seenggaknya gue cuma pengen sahabatan atau temenan aja kok sama dia. Gue cuma heran kenapa dia dulu jadiin gue orang yang denger curahan hati dia? Eh setelah itu semua selesei dia menjauh dari gue. Tapi ya udahlah ngapain juga gue ribet sendiri kan. Sekarang gue lagi demen banget sumpah sama lagu-lagunya Boys Like Girls. Apalagi sama vokalisnya! Gak nahaaannn! Terus gue mau nanya nih pernah gak lo kesel sama orang banget banget sampe rasanya lo gak bisa maafin itu orang? Gue lagi ngerasain hal itu. Dan bagi gue rasanya gak buruk. Cuma ngebetein aja tapi ya udahlah i don't care bukan salah gue kok. "Sorry dear this time is different. I don't care about you anymore and don't want. Cause everything's your fault. Cause you're just nothing for me." Gue pengen ngucapin kalimat itu deh ke dia. Terus ya pernah gak lo ngerasa pengen banget denger seseorang bawain lagu tentang lo? Gue lagi pengen banget dan lagu yang paling pengen gue denger untuk saat ini adalah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tied Together With a Smile by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems the only one who doesn't see your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Is the face in the mirror looking back at you&lt;br /&gt;You walk around here thinking you're not pretty&lt;br /&gt;But that's not true, cuz I know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on baby you're losing it&lt;br /&gt;The water's high you're jumping in to it&lt;br /&gt;And letting go and no one knows&lt;br /&gt;That you cry but you don't tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;That you might not be the golden one&lt;br /&gt;And you're tied together with a smile but you're coming undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its true that love is all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're giving it away like it's extra change&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it will end up in his pocket&lt;br /&gt;But he leaves you out like a penny in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh cuz it's not his price to pay&lt;br /&gt;It's not his price to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on baby you're losing it&lt;br /&gt;The water's high you're jumping in to it&lt;br /&gt;And letting go and no one knows&lt;br /&gt;That you cry but you don't tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;That you might not be the golden one&lt;br /&gt;And you're tied together with a smile but you're coming undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Hold on baby you're losing it&lt;br /&gt;The water's high you're jumping in to it&lt;br /&gt;And letting go and no one knows&lt;br /&gt;That you cry but you don't tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;That you might not be the golden one&lt;br /&gt;And you're tied together with a smile but you're coming undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You're tied together with a smile but you're coming undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalem banget kan lagunya? Ini mempunya arti khusus buat gue. Arti yang sangat penting. Tapi gak bakal ada yang tau maksud tersembunyi dari lagu ini. Yang jelas lagi ini ngena banget deh. Ttyl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-2471508482928435155?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2471508482928435155/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/silly.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/2471508482928435155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/2471508482928435155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/silly.html' title='Silly'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-8092456723980369851</id><published>2010-01-27T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:49:34.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Conversation With Drama Queen part 2</title><content type='html'>Me : I just have one brother and i'm happy because you're my only one, Fari (looked to Fari)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : ..... (speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : And i always love you no matter what cause i just have one brother and no sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : .... (looked to me and still quiet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Dila, don't do that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Do, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Ticked on your sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arrived at home from the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Can you just stop listening to that music? I wanna sleep! If you wanna listen that music please use earphone! (feel sleepy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : Oh i see. Just shut up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : You disturbed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : But i wanna sleep and i can't sleep if you play that music loudly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : Okay okay (turn down the volume)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I still can hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : I wanna hear this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Use earphone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : Don't want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I hate you! (play the musics in my cellphone loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : Why did you play music in your cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Because it helps me! I don't wanna hear your annoying voice and your disgusting song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi kan ya gue smsan sama Sysyl sebentar. Kita udah gak marahan lagi dan udah gak ada rasa saling ngebenci lagi. Well, gue gak mau musuhan. Lebih baik berteman :) Oh iya hari ini Mellynda ulang tahun lho! Happy birthday ya Mel! Hope this day will be your perfect day! I miss you so much! Balik ke Lia lagi dongs hihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-8092456723980369851?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8092456723980369851/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-conversation-with-drama-queen-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8092456723980369851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8092456723980369851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-conversation-with-drama-queen-part-2.html' title='My Conversation With Drama Queen part 2'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-6199166727974621122</id><published>2010-01-26T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:12:33.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Conversation With Drama Queen</title><content type='html'>Drama Queen : Why you're so lazy to help me to download the song that i wanna hear?! (pointed to Sarah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah : I've just waken up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hey, Drama Queen! Can you just stop being angry with her?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : Oh, whatever! I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : You don't, what? You've disturbed me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : I told you, i don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh HAHA. You show your sweet face to my parents but i know it's just a lie cause you have a bad attitude! That's why i called you, Drama Queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : Oh really? I'm a special child in this home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Just shut your fucking mouth up! I'm not afraid with you! I'm older than you and i can do anything to you! And i won't let you be my parents' special child cause i hate you and really really hate you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : I'll tell mommy about your words! You hurt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I never hurt you, girl. But you always hurt me, understand? You took my parents' attention aways! It hurts me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : You're a bad girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Me? Oh, no i'm not. But, you! That's you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : It's up to me to being angry with someone! Don't join my conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : What do you mean, huh? I told my mom that i wanna change be a nice girl but you! You destroyed everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen : HAHA. I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh damn! I hate you, Drama Queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's we talk about the others! Tadi kan gue main jujur jujuran gitu. Jadi tuh kita muterin stabilo nah yang ditunjuk sama stabilo mesti jawab dengan jujur pertanyaan dari temennya. Nah pas giliran gue pada nanyain tuh "lo masih suka gak sama ______?" Gue bingung jawab apa kan sebenernya sih iya tapi gue di sisi lain juga nganggap dia temen doang. Akhirnya dengan segala kepasrahan gue, gue jawab "IYA"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-6199166727974621122?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6199166727974621122/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-conversation-with-drama-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6199166727974621122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6199166727974621122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-conversation-with-drama-queen.html' title='My Conversation With Drama Queen'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-9153829636045285124</id><published>2010-01-22T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:52:23.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>Hey, all. Hari ini gue nge-post blog khusus buat gue sendiri. Maksud gue, gue mau cerita tentang diri gue sendiri. Gini ya, boleh gak sih kita jealous kalo temen kita deket sama orang? Gue udah nanya tentang ini sama Bunda Anggun dan katanya itu adalah perasaan "suka." Sebenernya apa sih yang dimaksud dengan perasaan suka itu? Apa segala sesuatu harus didasari dengan rasa suka? Apa pentingnya rasa suka itu buat orang yang gak peka? Bukannya rasa suka itu dapat menyebabkan rasa sakit yang mendalam? Kenapa orang selalu bilang kalo rasa suka itu adalah hadiah yang terindah? Bukannya hadiah yang terindah itu adalah kehidupan? Sebenernya apa juga yang dimaksud dengan kehidupan? Apa gunanya hidup? Untuk apa hidup itu? Untuk sekedar bersenang senang? Untuk sekedar menggapai cita cita dan kemudian memamerkannya sembari menggali harta untuk menimbun kekayaannya? Perbedaannya kehidupan dengan rasa suka itu adalah, kehidupan itu nyata dan rasa suka hanyalah fatamorgana. Tapi gue percaya kok sama kata katanya Bunda Anggun, kalo kita itu jangan menutup diri untuk mendapatkan apa yang kita inginkan. Kalo menurut gue, kita mesti menyukai sesuatu dengan cara kita sendiri. Meski kita gak tau apa arti dari rasa suka itu sendiri tapi gak ada salahnya kan mencoba? Selain rasa suka ada juga rasa benci. Suka dan benci gak jauh berbeda kok. Wajar jika kita membenci seseorang dan wajar juga jika kita menyukai seseorang. Suka gak berasalan tapi benci harus berasalan. Kita membenci seseorang didasari atas apa? Iri? Marah? Muak? Atau apa? Gitu kan. Tapi kalo kita suka pada seseorang karna apa? Baiknya? Mukanya? Kepintarannya? Gak. Sama sekali bukan. Kalo kita bisa menyebutkan hal yang membuat kita suka pada orang itu, artinya kita gak suka sama orang itu tapi kagum. Banyak orang yang salah mengartikan akan hal ini. Gue jujur ya gue sering punya perasaan benci itu dan itu selalu didasari alasan alasan yang jelas. Kalo suka, entah deh gue masih takut untuk merasakan perasaan suka. Sebenernya sih gue udah merasakan perasaan suka dan itu emang indah tapi juga menyakitkan sesudahnya kalo kita gak bisa menjaganya supaya teteap kekal dan abadi. Terus pernah gak lo semua ngerasain nyesek gitu? Nyesek karna nahan perasaan yang udah lama dipendam dan kalo pun ingin diucapkan susahnya setengah mati. Gue sering tuh ngerasa gitu. Dan solusinya, coba lo lampiaskan kekesalan lo dengan membuat suatu karya tulis, atau lo nulis di blog. Yah, itu untuk orang kayak gue yang paling males ngomong tentang kebenaran. Tapi kalo orang yang lo maksud malah marah yah tanggung sendiri. Jadi maksud gue nge-post blog hari ini buat apa? Gue nge-post blog ini cuma buat bikin pertanyaan pertanyaan yang rumit dan ribet aja. Dan semua pertanyaan itu ada sangkut pautnya dengan kehidupan gue. It's my life and no one can ruin my life cause i don't care what everyone says and don't want! Motto gue yang baru tuh. Tapi kalo masukan dari keluarga terutama nyokap dan temen temen deket gue pasti gue pikirin kok :) Terus ini ada lagu yang jelas bukan buat orang yang gue "suka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine Again by Seether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every days the same&lt;br /&gt;and Im left to discover on my own&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everything is gray&lt;br /&gt;and theres no color to behold&lt;br /&gt;They say its over and Im fine again, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Try to stay sober feels like Im dying here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am aware now of how&lt;br /&gt;everythings gonna be fine one day&lt;br /&gt;Too late, Im in hell I am prepared now,&lt;br /&gt;seems everyones gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;One day too late, just as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the dream in me expire&lt;br /&gt;and theres no one left to blame it on&lt;br /&gt;I hear you label me a liar&lt;br /&gt;cause I cant seem to get this through&lt;br /&gt;You say its over, I can sigh again, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Why try to stay sober when Im dying here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am aware now of how&lt;br /&gt;everythings gonna be fine one day&lt;br /&gt;Too late, Im in hell&lt;br /&gt;I am prepared now,&lt;br /&gt;seems everyones gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;One day too late; just as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im not scared now.&lt;br /&gt;I must assure you,&lt;br /&gt;youre never gonna get away&lt;br /&gt;And Im not scared now.&lt;br /&gt;And Im not scared now. No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware now of how&lt;br /&gt;everythings gonna be fine one day&lt;br /&gt;Too late, Im in hell&lt;br /&gt;I am prepared now&lt;br /&gt;seems everyones gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;One day too late, just as well&lt;br /&gt;I am prepared now,&lt;br /&gt;seems everythings gonna be fine for me&lt;br /&gt;For me; for myself.&lt;br /&gt;For me, for me, for myself&lt;br /&gt;For me, for me, for myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-9153829636045285124?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9153829636045285124/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/9153829636045285124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/9153829636045285124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-7515458536785095364</id><published>2010-01-21T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:35:49.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RIO HARYANTO!</title><content type='html'>Hey all, gue nge-post blog dari sekolah nih via WiFi. Gue cuma mau ngucapin, HAPPY BIRTHDAY RIO HARYANTO! HOPE YOU'LL GET EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANT. HOPE YOU'LL FIND MANY LOVES TODAY. HOPE YOU'LL BE NUMBER ONE. AND HOPE THIS DAY WILL BE YOUR PERFECT DAY! I'LL ALWAYS SUPPORT YOU :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-7515458536785095364?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7515458536785095364/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-rio-haryanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7515458536785095364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7515458536785095364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-rio-haryanto.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RIO HARYANTO!'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-4346323851281813383</id><published>2010-01-17T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:25:17.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AILEEN MORA</title><content type='html'>hey all gue lagi pengen cerita tentang seseorang. Dia sahabat gue, best friend gue, best girl gue. Segala galanya deh. Gue sama dia sahabatan sejak kelas 3 sd semester dua. Waktu itu kan gue masih murid baru soalnya bokap juga baru pindah ke Jakarta. Dulu gue emang sering pindah pindah karana pekerjaan bokap. Dari Lampung-Medan-Sibolga akhirnya Jakarta deh. Untung aja sampai sekarang masih di sini. Okay backing to the topic, hes name's Aileen Mora and i call her Aileen. Tapi sekarang gue biasa manggil dia bff dan dia juga sebaliknya. Kalo dihitung sampai sekarang gue di kelas 9 smp, gue udah 6 tahunan sahabatan sama dia. Mudah mudahan dia tetep jadi sahabat gue untuk selama lamanya. Anaknya baik, kalem, pengertian, pengalah, mukanya lucu, cantik, chinese hihihi. Kenapa gue tiba tiba nge-post blog tentang dia? Karna gue lagi kangen berat pengen ketemu dia. Terakhir ketemu tuh waktu gue kelas 7 dan waktu itu hari ulang tahun gue. Dia bela belain dateng ke sekolah gue. Gue seneng banget waktu itu :) Dan sekarang gue lagi kepengen jalan bareng dia, tapi gue bingung bentar lagi kan UN nah gue juga mesti persiapan buat UN kan. Oh iya FYI, dia beda sekolah sama gue. Dia di Strada MGM, gue di YASPORBI II. Gak jauh jauh amat sih cuma yah kesibukan kita berdua yang bikin kita gak pernah ketemu lagi. Keinginan gue saat ini, abis UN selesei gue pengen jalan ngabisin waktu buat have fun bareng dia! I really miss you, girl! Oh iya ini deh fotonya dia. Hihi sorry ya Len, gue ambil foto lo dari Facebook lo abisan foto foto lo yang di gue udah gue cetak buat gue simpen di album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S1QI1rsvazI/AAAAAAAAACg/DsBxWPhh_uc/s1600-h/13645_1200335160956_1005847142_479124_3456765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S1QI1rsvazI/AAAAAAAAACg/DsBxWPhh_uc/s320/13645_1200335160956_1005847142_479124_3456765_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427973169244760882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini fotonya dia yang paling gue suka. Very very cute and childish :) Terus deh ya biar bagusan gue taro foto gue yaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S1QMBFIQ1LI/AAAAAAAAACo/QHbK0fkp-ak/s1600-h/12072009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S1QMBFIQ1LI/AAAAAAAAACo/QHbK0fkp-ak/s320/12072009(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427976663584527538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang suka sama foto gue yang ini -,- astagaaaa. Oh iya kalo dibandingin dengan Aileen, gue beda banget sama dia yah kecuali sifat pendiemnya. Tapi gak tau deh sekarang. Pokoknya gue orangnya itu realistis, tegas, males ngalah, kurang care, rada egois kalo misalkan dalam keadaan terdesak. Jelek banget ya sifat gue. Bodo ah. Yang penting gue punya sahabat kayak Aileen. The perfect best friend i ever had! Hope we'll be always together. Dilla Farah and Aileen Mora :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-4346323851281813383?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4346323851281813383/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/aileen-mora.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4346323851281813383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4346323851281813383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/aileen-mora.html' title='AILEEN MORA'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S1QI1rsvazI/AAAAAAAAACg/DsBxWPhh_uc/s72-c/13645_1200335160956_1005847142_479124_3456765_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-4401677471950171753</id><published>2010-01-15T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T04:49:06.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karyawisata dst dst</title><content type='html'>All, kemarin kan gue karyawisata tuh bareng seluruh angkatan. Kita karyawisata ke Bandung. Di perjalanan kan gue smsan sama Susan, temen gue di China. Gue bilangnya "i'm goin to another country with my friends." Padahal harusnya kan city! Ya udah gue bilang lagi "i mean city. I was fault." Malu maluin banget dah. Karyawisata ramai banget deh. Gak begitu seru tapi. Yang seru cuma pas di Saung Angklung Mang Udjo doang. Abisan gila aja permainan angklungnya tuh keren abis. Terus gue suka deh yang pas ada kayak pertunjukkan kuda lumping gitu. Gue suka sama anak anak yang pakai baju hijau keemasan gitu deh. Dia keren banget deh, lucu lagi. Coba ade gue kayak gitu yaaa. Pas dia main ARUMBA juga keren banget sumpah. Tari topengnya juga bagus banget. Eh iya kebanyakan pada bilang kalo MC-nya cakep loh hihihi. Gue sih tetep sukanya sama anak kecil itu. Abis, gimana ya. Kayaknya dia punya potensi yang cukup kuat gitu deh (sok tau). Terus pas di bagian souvenir_nya gue pengen beli wayang tapi gak jadi ahhhh gara gara barang gue kebanyakan sih! Abis dari Saung Mang Udjo kita pergi ke Museum NU Art punyanya I Nyoman Nuarte. Sebenernya patung-patungnya tuh keren keren abis cuma gara gara hujan menyebalkan, mood_nya jadi ilang deh! Ahhh i hate rain! Gue suka patung yang dikasih nama "Red Woman" sama "Sleeping Leopard" deh. Kesannya elegan aja. Sebenernya pas disana gue pengen take pictures, but i forgot to bring my camera! Huaaa kesel! Jadinya took pictures di camera temen deh, numpang -,- Abis itu kita ke Cihampelas beli amplas (garing). Gue disana gak beli apa apa. Abisnya gue gak tertarik sama distro dan FO_nya sih! Ya udah gue sama temen gue, Keke nunggu di bis aja. Eh pas masuk ke bis dibilangin gini sama pak supirnya, "jangan keluar masuk! Nanti ada pengamen!" Ampun, apes dah tuh kena marah orang. Ya udah kan kita nungguin sampai satu persatu mulai masuk. Udah masuk semua kita pergi ke Restoran yang namanya Raja apa gitu lupa gue. Kita milih ruangan khusus anak anak 9A, kelas gue. Plus anak anak yang tadinya anak 9A sebelum dipecah jadi 4 kelas huaaaa :'( Tapi seru kok acara makannya hehe. Kita took pictures dong. Abisnya kan karyawisata terakhir! I love 9A deh! Terus balik kan ke Jakarta. Di bis gue ngantuk banget tapi gak bisa tidur. Akhirnya gue pindah kursi deket jendela. Tidur dah tuh gue paksain daripada gak ada kerjaan. Kita mampir di pom bensin dulu tuh soalnya pada kebelet pengen buang air kecil. Nyampe di pom bensin langsung pada ngibrit ke Toilet dah tuh. Terus anak anak pada beli AW. Gue boro boro pengen makan. Rasanya gak mood banget. Ya udah deh bisnya jalan lagi brrmmm brrmmm. Sampai sekolah lagi sekitar pukul 21.30 kalo gak salah. Gak tau juga ding. Untungnya rumah gue deket sekolah jadi cepet nyampe asik asik. Sampai rumah gue mandi, pray to my dearest God, ngerjain peer mtk. Tapi baru liat halamannya aja udah puyeng. Gue coba kerjain malah ngawur semua jawabannya. Akhirnya gue nyerah. Siapin buku terus tidur deh! Paginya gue smsin tuh temen gue satu satu, "masuk gak?" ada yang bilang masuk ada yang gak. Tapi ternyata emang banyakan yang gak masuk! Di kelas gue yang masuk cuma sembilan orang! Cewek tiga cowok enam! Astagaaaa -____- Pelajaran pertama kan IPS tuh ya tapi enaknya dibolehin nge-net sambil ngisi LKS. Mendingan lah daripada disuruh nerusin presentasi. Abis IPS, Bahasa Inggris suruh ngerjain latihan soal gitu dimasukin nilai. Amfuuunnn. Mata udah merem melek sempoyongan capek akhirnya gue ngerjain banyak yang salah dah tuh saking gak konsennya! Ahhh padahal mata pelajaran kesukaan gue juga! Nilai gue jadi 8,2 deh huaaaa :'( kalah sama temen gue ada yang dapet sepuluh. Sedih -,- Tapi berita baiknya adalah, bimbel dan ta'lim ditiadakan! Yes gak bimbel! Akhirnya pulang cepet deh tuh yi-haaa! Pulang ke rumah, gue baca buku sastra yang judulnya Atheis karya Achdiat K. Miharja abis itu ketiduran saking capeknya. Bangun, main main sama ade gue. Terus sorenya gue mandi abis itu les MTK dan IPA. Tapi gue gak ogah ogahan soalnya, i love Physics! Untung IPA_nya fisika! Mendingan lah. Nah terus abis itu gue nulis blog nih yang lagi gue kerjain sekarang. Yah pokoknya gitu lah. Udah dulu ya, gue puyeng ahhh. Pengen ngelanjutin baca buku sastra! Maniak sastra gue, hehe. Dan yes besok sodara gue bakalan minjemin buku-buku sastra! Kayak Layar Terkembang karya Sutan Takdir Alisyahbana terus Azab dan Sengsara karya Merari Siregar etc etc. Gue juga kangen novelnya Leo Tolstoy! Ahhh pengen ke Gramed! Eh iya ada yang kelupaan, tadi kan fb gue di confirm sama Rio Haryanto huaaa seneng banget gue! Terus wall gue di comment sama dia! Horererere! I'M MAD ABOUT RIO HARYANTO! Gue akhirnya tau kenapa gue bisa nge-fans sama dia. Gini ya, dia kan pembalap tercepat dia Asia, kedua di dunia. Nah dengan kesempatan itu, kenapa dia gak coba berkarir di negara lain dan eksis disana? Orang pasti berpikiran gitu kan. Dengan modal yang bejibun. Tapi dia tetep setia dengan Indonesia. Dia pengen ngeharumin negara Indonesia. Dia orangnya setia. Gue suka itu. Hal itu yang patut dicontoh. Eh ngomong ngomong tadi gue bilang apa ya? Oh iya udahan dulu ya, mau baca novel sastra! Bye all! Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-4401677471950171753?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4401677471950171753/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/karyawisata-dst-dst.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4401677471950171753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/4401677471950171753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/karyawisata-dst-dst.html' title='Karyawisata dst dst'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-2192673585351366965</id><published>2010-01-13T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:07:12.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>Sorry yang kemarin gue ralat. Sekolah gak jelek jelek amat ternyata. And the important thing is, i love studying! Jangan hanya karna gue benci sama sekolah itu berarti semua pada nilai kalo gue itu anak gak tau diri yang gak ada usaha buat belajar. Gue suka belajar tapi suasananya aja yang sering mempengaruhi mood gue. Dan tentang tempat les bahasa Inggris, whoaaa that's the worst place i ever known! Dari dulu gue gak pengen les bahasa Inggris, gue lebih suka les mandarin dan biola. I love China! Atau gak bahasa Prancis. Tapi ya udahlah gak papa udah takdir. Tadi Bunda Anggun gak masuk :'( sepiiiii gak enak ngeboseniiiinnnn. Bundaaaa, i miss you! Ngomong ngomong besok gue mau karyawisata dan gak tau kenapa perasaan males banget aaahhhhh. Paksain ikut aja deh kan sayang duitnya udah dibayar. Semoga besok berlalu dengan cepat. Udah deh cuma mau ngomong itu aja. Oke all, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-2192673585351366965?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2192673585351366965/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/2192673585351366965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/2192673585351366965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-3493617196164482013</id><published>2010-01-11T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:23:47.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hells In This World</title><content type='html'>Buat temen gue di sekolah, sorry ya kalo lo ngerasa ada yang berubah dalam diri gue. Sebenernya gak ada yang disembunyiin, cuman gue mulai ngerasa muak sama diri gue yang sekarang. Sekolah kayak neraka, tempat les bahasa Inggris kayak musibah kalo disana gak ada Bunda Anggun. Gini ya, kayaknya selama ini gue ngerasa tersiksa banget di dua tempat itu. Kalo mau gue udah pindah sekolah deh, keluar tempat les, atau sekalian gak usah sekolah aja. Tapi tujuan gue kan bisa nyenengin nyokap gue, so gue mau tetep sekolah dan les. Ada beberapa hal yang gue pengen dan gak pengen. Tapi, kalo gue berubah apa kalian masih mau nerima gue? Bagi gue, dua tempat itu aja udah cukup untuk jadi tempat yang paling gue benci. Yang paling bikin gue enek. Bukan karna apa apanya tapi karna suasananya. Selalu bikin gue depresi pengen marah, bad mood. Ya udahlah kalo kalian gak ngerti gak papa. Gue kan emang selalu NGALAH. Iya kan?! Gue gak berhak ngutarain semua keinginan gue kan?! Tapi seenggaknya gue pengen numpahin perasaan gue di blog gue. Ini satu satunya tempat curhat yang gak bakal ketauan nyokap gue. Gue takut ngecewain nyokap gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAL YANG PALING GUE BENCI :&lt;br /&gt;1. Anak manja (dalam arti bukan berarti kalo dia manggil nyokapnya dengan panggilan mommy maka dia anak manja)&lt;br /&gt;2. Diperintah (bagi gue yang boleh merintah gue cuma nyokap bokap gue dan guru)&lt;br /&gt;3. Dipaksa (bikin gue enek setengah mati)&lt;br /&gt;4. Masuk sekolah (semua juga gak demen kali -,-)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ke tempat les (untungnya disana ada Bunda Anggun)&lt;br /&gt;6. Dicontekin (pas latihan it's okay tapi pas ulangan bisa sampai bikin gue dendam kesumat)&lt;br /&gt;7. Orang yang gak mau berusaha (Cih!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Orang lebay &lt;br /&gt;9. Orang yang suka ngebentak bentak gue (siapa lo?!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Disuruh ngomong kalo pengen diem (arggghhh!)&lt;br /&gt;11. Digangguin pas lagi belajar&lt;br /&gt;12. Ditelpon untuk urusan gak penting (kayak ada yang mau nelpon, Dil)&lt;br /&gt;13. Orang yang cuma bisa ngomong janji doang &lt;br /&gt;13. Orang yang bilang udah baikan tapi masih aja ngungkit&lt;br /&gt;14. Orang yang ngilangin barang gue&lt;br /&gt;15. Orang yang ngehina nyokap gue&lt;br /&gt;16. Bossy (asal jangan keseringan aja)&lt;br /&gt;17. Gak dipeduliin (kalo gue kenapa kenapa tapi gak dipeduliin, jangan harap gue mau peduli kalo orang itu kenapa kenapa)&lt;br /&gt;18. Ade gue yang cewek (tiap ngeliat lo bawaan gue emosi mulu!)&lt;br /&gt;19. Gak bisa ngalahin orang (gue mesti lebih baik dari siapa pun juga)&lt;br /&gt;20. Ngomongin masalah money dan blablabla semacamnya itulah&lt;br /&gt;21. NGALAH&lt;br /&gt;22. Babies (uggghhh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc...........etc..........etc...........etc............etc............etc..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAL YANG GUE SUKA :&lt;br /&gt;1. Ngeliat kekalahan rival gue&lt;br /&gt;2. Orang yang tegas&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys who have slanted eyes!&lt;br /&gt;4. Black and blue&lt;br /&gt;5. Reptiles&lt;br /&gt;6. Dimengerti&lt;br /&gt;7. Menyendiri&lt;br /&gt;8. Gak harus NGALAH&lt;br /&gt;9. My little brother&lt;br /&gt;10. Kasih sayang nyokap gue&lt;br /&gt;11. Support dari nyokap gue&lt;br /&gt;12. Many books&lt;br /&gt;13. Shopping&lt;br /&gt;14. BEBAS!&lt;br /&gt;15. Ulangan yang gampang bagi gue&lt;br /&gt;16. Presentasi dalam bidang sastra&lt;br /&gt;17. Orang yang dingin&lt;br /&gt;18. Jadi diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;19. Menutup diri &lt;br /&gt;20. Diam&lt;br /&gt;21. Be a serious girl&lt;br /&gt;22. Kebahagiaan nyokap gue&lt;br /&gt;23. Kejujuran&lt;br /&gt;24. Kritikan yang bermoral&lt;br /&gt;25. Money (everyone likes this!)&lt;br /&gt;26. Perfume&lt;br /&gt;27. Piggy dolls&lt;br /&gt;28. Paris!&lt;br /&gt;29. China or Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;30. Elegant Place&lt;br /&gt;31. Have a French course and violin course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc...........etc..........etc............etc..........etc...........etc.........etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAL YANG PENGEN GUE LAKUKAN SAAI INI :&lt;br /&gt;1. Screaming!&lt;br /&gt;2. Angry to someone and tell her/him "how annoying are you"&lt;br /&gt;3. Hug my mom!&lt;br /&gt;4. Kiss my dearest little brother&lt;br /&gt;5. Doin my homework&lt;br /&gt;6. Listening Fang's voice on voice mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc..........etc..........etc...........etc...........etc............etc.........etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUE PENGEN JADI ORANG YANG :&lt;br /&gt;1. Pendiem&lt;br /&gt;2. Serius&lt;br /&gt;3. Tegas&lt;br /&gt;4. Cerdas&lt;br /&gt;5. Dingin&lt;br /&gt;6. Gak terlalu peduli&lt;br /&gt;7. Sayang sama nyokap&lt;br /&gt;8. Elegant&lt;br /&gt;9. Gak pengalah (gue mesti buang jauh jauh sifat NGALAH gue yang cuma berakibat sia sia aja pada diri gue)&lt;br /&gt;10. Mandiri&lt;br /&gt;11. Individualis&lt;br /&gt;12. Selalu benar&lt;br /&gt;13. Berpikir kritis&lt;br /&gt;14. Rajin&lt;br /&gt;15. Keras&lt;br /&gt;16. Berjiwa pesaing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc..........etc..........etc...........etc..........etc............etc..........etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah gue udah nulis semuanya meski pun belum semuanya (?) gue harap ada yang bisa ngertiin gue kalo gue paling males diperintah! Okay? Gue cuma pengen melakukan apa yang gue inginkan. Di atas tadi adalah diri gue yang dulu sebelum gue jadi orang yang NGALAH. Gue cuma mau ngalah sama nyokap dan ade gue yang cowok. Gue benci NGALAH! Dan please tolong jangan liat gue dari luarnya aja, karna gue PENGALAH. Di dalem gak gitu. Di dalam diri gue ada singa yang sedang tertidur. Gue bisa aja ngamuk kalo gue gak mau NGALAH. Tapi gue masih ngertiin semuanya! Sakit tau gak rasanya ngejalanin hari hari kayak gini terus! Gue juga gak tau kalo gue berubah apa temen temen gue masih bisa nerima gue apa adanya? Gue benci diri gue sendiri! Gue gak nangis tapi di dalam diri gue akan tumbuh perasaan benci yang sangat mendalam kalo kayak gini terus.Kapan gue bisa dapetin kebebasan gue?! SMA? Kuliah? Kerja? Gue muak sama dua tempat itu! Gue sakit! Sakit banget rasanya! Untungnya nyokap selalu support gue. Gue sayang nyokap gue. Gue gak mau ngecewain dia lagi kayak dulu. Nyokap gue, bokap, ade gue yang cowok, keluarga gue, sahabat gue yang emang bener sahabat sejati adalah orang orang yang paling penting dalam hidup gue. Gue mohon, please jangan paksa gue untuk berbuat ini itu atau menjadi ini itu. Gue cuma pengen jadi diri gue sendiri. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-3493617196164482013?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3493617196164482013/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-hells-in-this-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3493617196164482013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/3493617196164482013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-hells-in-this-world.html' title='Two Hells In This World'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-6120492805743985707</id><published>2010-01-05T04:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T05:14:50.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M MAD ABOUT RIO HARYANTO!</title><content type='html'>Hey, there :D who knows about RIO HARYANTO?? Ya, who knows about him? Everyone knows about him, of course. And guess what, i'm his big fans! I'm mad about him! Oh Gosh! I really really like him! He's so, i can't describe it. Uh well, i hope i'll meet him someday. It's nice to know that he's Indonesian. Gue gak bisa ngejelasin gue suka dia dari apanya. Yang jelas tuh ya dia kan pembalap. Nah, yang namanya pembalap kan antara hidup dan mati gitu deh. Butuh banyak perjuangan. Nah, gue suka cowok yang kayak gitu yang artinya dia mau berjuang. Gituuu. And the fact is, i have some schoolmates who like him too! God -,- Okay, i wanna put his picture on my blog. Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S0M5k_qYBvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yCsBGr5erco/s1600-h/Rio-Haryanto.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S0M5k_qYBvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yCsBGr5erco/s320/Rio-Haryanto.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423241684011452146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaa! Really mad about him! Dilla just stop it! You looks like a strange girl! Okay forgetting about that even i can't. Yesterday i met my dearest mom, Anggun Mayangsari. Okay she isn't my real mom lol. She's a nice girl. I like her. That's enough about her :) uh, i wanna put Rio's picture (again) HA-HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S0M6_MqkSnI/AAAAAAAAACY/pyyU30-SlNY/s1600-h/Rio-isi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S0M6_MqkSnI/AAAAAAAAACY/pyyU30-SlNY/s320/Rio-isi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423243233690143346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIOOOOOO I love you so much! Haha. Bye all! Ttyl&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-6120492805743985707?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6120492805743985707/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-mad-about-rio-haryanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6120492805743985707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6120492805743985707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-mad-about-rio-haryanto.html' title='I&apos;M MAD ABOUT RIO HARYANTO!'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/S0M5k_qYBvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yCsBGr5erco/s72-c/Rio-Haryanto.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-1736432088930601819</id><published>2009-12-31T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:48:14.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Beberapa menit lagi sebelum malam tahun baru. Sebenarnya ada gak sih arti di balik tahun baru? Yang gue tau seiring bergantinya tahun maka kita juga harus memperbaiki diri kita sendiri. Gitu kan? Nyokap, bokap, ade gue yang cewek sama tetangga tetangga gue lagi pada ngerayain New Year's Eve. Gue gak ikutan soalnya tetangga gue gak ada yang remaja sih. Yah jadi beginilah akhirnya gue duduk di depan komputer kesayangan gue. Kalo dipikir pikir emang ada istimewanya ya tahun baru itu? Gak tau dah. Suara terompet sama kembang api kedengeran dimana mana. Kadang ada juga suara petasan gitu deh. Gue gak begitu suka yang begituan jadi gue lebih milih di rumah dan nyantai. Suasana rumah yang hening kan enak tuh buat perenungan gitu. Yah tapi ngapain juga ya gue ngebahas masalah yang gak penting gini. Yah pokoknya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL! HOPE EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-1736432088930601819?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1736432088930601819/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1736432088930601819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/1736432088930601819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-new-years-eve.html' title='Countdown New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-8100130435294078314</id><published>2009-12-29T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:31:27.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidaaaaaayyyyy</title><content type='html'>Hey all, karna udah terlanjur buka blog jadi ya gue sekalian cerita ya tentang holiday gue (kayak ada yang mau ngedengerin aja). Holiday gue kali ini penuh dengan keboringan. Pertama kan ya gue pulang kampung noh sekeluarga. Guenya sih gak punya kampung, hanya mengunjungi grandma tercinta. Lokasinya di Prancis (Prapatan Ciamis). Di sana kan gua bingung ya mau ngapain. Ya udah kerjaan gue disana makan doang. Gendut, gendut deh! Terus sekalian rekreasi ke tempat tempat bernuansa alam. Dan tumben tumbenan gua lagi akur nih ceritanya ya sama ade gua yang kedua. Padahal kerjaannya tiap hari berantem mulu. Ya udah deh kita took pictures disana, dan inilah salah satunya jeng..jeng..jeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/Szr6W9I3hQI/AAAAAAAAABw/vTXRTHIO94w/s1600-h/Dillaaaaa(Y)(423).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/Szr6W9I3hQI/AAAAAAAAABw/vTXRTHIO94w/s320/Dillaaaaa(Y)(423).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420920373769635074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guanya cakep ya? (pede bener nih curut atu). Nah nah abis itu setelah dua hari ya gua beserta family balik tuh ke asal muasal, Jakarta tercinta. Terus kan di Jakarta bosen banget noh mau ngapain bingung. Mau jalan tapi gak ada temen. Bokap sibuk. Nyokap ngomel mulu gara gara gua bikin ulah saking gak ada kerjaannya. Akhirnya begicu libur natalan, bokap ngajakin nonton Avatar. Oke deh jadinya gua nonton Avatar sekalian ke Gramed ngeborong buku bacaan soalnya gua udah nafsu pengen baca. Ngomong ngomong film Avatar yang gua tonton lumayan loh filmnya. Malah kata gua tuh film keren abis animasinya. Oke deh selesei nonton pulang terus tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besoknya bokap ngajakin jalan lagi ke Little Venice di Puncak. Mumpung die lagi libur katanye. Disono kita naik berbagai macem kapal, huehehehe. Abis itu ke tempat arena permainan. Dan yang menyedihkan adalah, semua permainan ukurannya minimalis! Oh God! Tapi gak papalah sesekali norak. Gua masih inget tuh ada ibu ibu orang chinese ilfil ngeliatin gua gara gara gua naik Merry-Go-Round. Yaelah bu, gua tau lu juga pengen naik kan! Alasannya tuh kuda kudaan kecil banget ukurannya, tapi lantaran gua udah bayar (sebenernya sih bokap yang bayar) yah gua tetep naik dah. Terus terus gua masih inget pas naik kapal kapalan kayak arum jeram gitu kan areanya sempit banget terus kapalnya kecil nah udah gitu airnya datar, ditambah lagi mesti ngedayung sendiri. Ampun dah. Gua naik tuh berdua sama mbak gua dimuat muatin aja. Kita dayung dah tuh kapal mungil nan imut. Majunya pelan pelan banget. Tau tau, BRUKKK! Kayak denger bunyi nabrak gitu. Tak tahunya kapal di belakang gua nabrak kapal gua gara gara kapal gua lelet jalannya. Untungnya yang naik tuh kapal belakang masih family gua jadi kan gak malu malu amat. Terus nih ya saking frustasinya gua, sampe gua ngerencanain bakal naik ke pinggir area arum jeram terus gua tarik tuh kapal. Ampun dah! Akhirnya nyampe jugaaa. Horerererere! Tapi itu juga gara gara didorong sama kapal belakang hihihi. Malu gua sama mas masnya. Terakhir gua naik bumper car sama mbak gua. Dan disinilah nasib sial gua kembali muncul. Tuh mobil kagak bisa maju maju! Udah gua injek gasnya malah mundur! Nabrak mulu lagi. Diketawain dah gua sama orang orang sekitar situ wekekek. &lt;br /&gt;Oke deh setelah itu gua pulang ke Jakarta. Tapinya masa ya macet abis! Traffic jam! Akhirnya diputuskan untuk mampir ke rumah sodara di Bogor dulu soalnya udah pada laper. Abisnya gila aja, gua balik dari jam dua belas siang baru nyampe Bogor jam delapan malem! Oh nooooo! Nyampe Bogor ternyata om dan tante gua lagi nyari makan, aduh aduh sedihnya. Jadi dah tuh gua mandi dulu karna badan udah gak nahan baunya sama foto bareng sepupu gua yang masih kecil kecil. Ini die fotonye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/Szr-WWDgLDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lCUCs9WVp2k/s1600-h/Dillaaaaa(Y)(447).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/Szr-WWDgLDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lCUCs9WVp2k/s320/Dillaaaaa(Y)(447).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420924761324661810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang lagi megang boneka anjing itu gua. Sumpah dah gua keliatan gendut banget disini. Yang masih kecil dua orang itu sodara gua yang punya rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya om dan tante gua balik terus langsung dah kita pada makan soalnya tadi nyokap udah sempet mesen makanan. Sesudah kenyang, gua sekeluarga balik ke Jakarta. Dah om! Dah tante! Wekekek. Nyampe Jakarta sekitar jam sebelas kalo gak salah. Gua gak langsung tidur noh. Gua jalanin ritual dulu. Cuci muka, gosok gigi, make lotion, make obat jerawat buat jerawat ngeselin yang hinggap di kening gua, nyisir rambut, sama make parfum. Baru deh gua tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Minggu gua ngerayain ultah ade cowok gua dan sepupu sepupu gua. Yah acaranya cuma makan makan doang sih hem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya hari berjalan seperti biasa. Boring lagi. Diomelin nyokap, belajar, les, berantem sama adik adikku yang menyebalkan, dsb, dsb. Sekarang masih sisa empat hari lagi buat ngisi liburan. Mana tugas makalah belum selesei lagi. Tobat deh. &lt;br /&gt;Oh iya ini nih foto ade cowok gua yang lucu, gendut, botak, dan galak hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/SzsBIsu4_II/AAAAAAAAACA/-vomOvfSpHE/s1600-h/25072009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/SzsBIsu4_II/AAAAAAAAACA/-vomOvfSpHE/s320/25072009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420927825428937858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia mah lucunya pas tidur doang. Pas bangun galaknya muncul deh. Sama kayak kakak kakaknya huekekek. &lt;br /&gt;Yah jadinya begono dah holiday gua yang gak jelas. Ditambah masalah masalah yang bikin gua enek lama kelamaan. Tapi it's ok, bukan masalah besar bagi gua. I don't care anymore. I just wanna enjoy my life! Byeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-8100130435294078314?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8100130435294078314/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidaaaaaayyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8100130435294078314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8100130435294078314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidaaaaaayyyyy.html' title='Holidaaaaaayyyyy'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/Szr6W9I3hQI/AAAAAAAAABw/vTXRTHIO94w/s72-c/Dillaaaaa(Y)(423).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-8070553504449319717</id><published>2009-12-24T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:27:44.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Have Taylor Swift's Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/SzNQE7EdLxI/AAAAAAAAABo/0wjIk7WZWzY/s1600-h/MTV%2BTRL%2BPresents%2BTaylor%2BSwift%2BCast%2BGet%2BSmart%2BEmmSiQ7kjzsl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/SzNQE7EdLxI/AAAAAAAAABo/0wjIk7WZWzY/s320/MTV%2BTRL%2BPresents%2BTaylor%2BSwift%2BCast%2BGet%2BSmart%2BEmmSiQ7kjzsl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418762822162919186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have Taylor Swift's life! Serius gue pengen hidupnya Taylor Swift! She has a perfect life and neither do i. Tiap hari deh gue make a wish, minta hidup kayak dia. Kadang ada orang yang beruntung kayak dia, tapi ada juga orang yang selalu sial. Yah, hidup kan emang takdir yang kejam. Mungkin orang bakal bilang kalo gue pesimis, kayak yang temen gue bilang kemarin. Tapi, realistis ajalah. Apa yang indah dari sebuah hidup? Apa sih arti sebenarnya dari sebuah hidup? Bagi gue, hidup adalah sebuah peraturan. Kita gak boleh ini gak boleh itu dan segalanya. Ah udah deh lupain soal itu. Melenceng deh omongan gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backing to the topic, alasan yang bikin Taylor Swift cewek paling beruntung adalah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She has a perfect family&lt;br /&gt;2. She has a perfect best friend&lt;br /&gt;3. She's so damn beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;4. She's a good singer&lt;br /&gt;5. Dia pernah jadian sama Joe Jonas, Lucas Till, dan sekarang katanya dia jadian sama Taylor Lautner (grrr ngiri guaaa -,- Taylor Lautner is so hot!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Dia disukai sama Justin Bieber (Gosh!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Everybody likes her&lt;br /&gt;8. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya gitu deh. Huaaaa you made me feel jealous, you know?! Tapi gimana pun juga, I love you, TAYLOR SWIFT! And i'm waiting for your new movie, Valentine's Day! Katanya tuh film bakal ditayangin bulan Februari. And guess what, yang jadi pasangannya adalah TAYLOR LAUTNER! Awwww... Yang main di film itu actors dan actresses favorit gue semua! Hihihi contohnya nih ya kayak Anne Hathaway, Jessica Alba, Ashton Kutcher, Taylor Swift of course, Taylor Lautner, etc etc. Dan ada lagi satu kejutan, di film itu ada Joe Jonas! Main bareng mantan dong ya? Hihihi gue sih gak demen sama Joe jonas, demennya cuma sama Taylor Lautner. Tapi dia di posisi kedua (siape lu bisa nilai nilai?), Posisi pertama tetep, FREDDIE HIGHMORE! Gue baru ngomong sekarang nih, katanya dia kencan ya sama Dakota Fanning? Wow selamet deh yaaa! Padahal gua ngarepinnya sama Annasophia Robb huaaa tapi gak papa gua juga suka Dakota Fanning kok, tak perlu dipaksakan. Pokoknya nih ya bakalan gua tonton tuh film Valentine's Day! Harus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah pokoknya segitu aja dulu yah. Mau gua matiin nih komputer abisan main komputer di kamar gua panasnya ampun ampunan. Jadi pengen ke Taiwan nyusul Fang. Kan katanya di sono lagi winter yeaa? Tapi ntar kalo gue kesana, membeku deh gueee (norak lu, Dil!) Yah whatever lah, udahan dulu yaaaa. Bye all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-8070553504449319717?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8070553504449319717/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/wanna-have-taylor-swifts-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8070553504449319717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/8070553504449319717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/wanna-have-taylor-swifts-life.html' title='Wanna Have Taylor Swift&apos;s Life!'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/SzNQE7EdLxI/AAAAAAAAABo/0wjIk7WZWzY/s72-c/MTV%2BTRL%2BPresents%2BTaylor%2BSwift%2BCast%2BGet%2BSmart%2BEmmSiQ7kjzsl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-7399210106779783810</id><published>2009-12-21T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:13:19.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy by Leona Lewis</title><content type='html'>Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that you have to choose&lt;br /&gt;What you win or lose&lt;br /&gt;You can’t have everything&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cha take chances&lt;br /&gt;Might feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cha love in vain&lt;br /&gt;Cause love won’t set you free&lt;br /&gt;I could stand by the side&lt;br /&gt;And watch this life pass me by&lt;br /&gt;So unhappy&lt;br /&gt;But safe as could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So what if it hurts me?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I break down?&lt;br /&gt;So what if this world just throws me off the edge&lt;br /&gt;My feet run out of ground&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find my place&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear myself&lt;br /&gt;Don’t care about all the pain in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m just trying to be happy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna be happy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tightly&lt;br /&gt;Just cant let it go&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to play my role&lt;br /&gt;Slowly disappear, ohh&lt;br /&gt;All these days I feel like they’re the same&lt;br /&gt;Just different faces, different names&lt;br /&gt;Get me outta here&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand by your side, ohh no&lt;br /&gt;Watch this life pass me by, pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So what if it hurts me?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I break down?&lt;br /&gt;So what if this world just throws me off the edge&lt;br /&gt;My feet run out of ground&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find my place&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear myself&lt;br /&gt;Don’t care about all the pain in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m just trying to be happy, ohh, happy, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;So and it’s just that I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;The kind of stranger on this road&lt;br /&gt;But don’t say victim&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So what if it hurts me?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I break down?&lt;br /&gt;So what if this world just throws me off the edge&lt;br /&gt;My feet run out of ground&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find my place&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear myself&lt;br /&gt;Don’t care about all the pain in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro:&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be happy&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, yeah, happy, ohh, happy&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be, ohh&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be happy&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-7399210106779783810?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7399210106779783810/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-by-leona-lewis.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7399210106779783810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/7399210106779783810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-by-leona-lewis.html' title='Happy by Leona Lewis'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-827166729042419035</id><published>2009-12-18T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:16:23.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday and My Exam's Scores</title><content type='html'>Yi-haaa! Holiday! All, kamis kemarin gue bagi rapot dan hasilnya lumayanlah gak jelek jelek amat sih meski masih ada nilai tujuh yang bikin kesel. So, there are my scores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agama : 90&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Heran deh pelajaran gampang kayak gini kok gue gak bisa dapet nilai yang lebih sempurna ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PKN : 87&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Untung untungan dapet nilai segini abisan biasanya gak pernah diajarin cuman ulangan aja terus terusan without pembahasan -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Indonesia : 87&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Harusnya gue bisa dapet nilai lebih tinggi dari ini nih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Inggris : 90&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Sudah kuduga aku akan dapat nilai segini hemm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matematika : 85&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Math sekarang gak enak nih udah gak gampang lagi heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPA : 89&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaahhh! Seperti yang Lidya bilang, anak alam! Wow harusnya nilainya ditambahin satu poin biar genap 90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPS : 82&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Mukjizat! Padahal tiap ulangan gue gak pernah belajar nih hemm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seni Budaya : 78&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Iyalah wajar gue dapet segini orang gue gak demen budaya Indonesia (ngeles ceritanya)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Penjas : 77&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Dengan bersusah payah skipping loncat jatuh nyungsep biar aja dah dapet segini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elektro : 81&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Gak ngerti kenapa bisa dapet segini. Perasaan praktek gue remed abis itu ulangan semester gue gak niat ngerjainnya. Gurunya yang baik kali ya wekekek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIK : 86&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Setelah menyerahkan tugas sebagai pengganti remed bisa juga dapet segini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLKJ : 90&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Kecewa -,- pelajaran gampang kayak gini kenapa gue gak bisa dapet 100?! Kenapa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BT : 75&lt;br /&gt;KKM : 75&lt;br /&gt;Ini nih yang ngeselin sumpah! Perasaan gue baca terus dah tugas juga ngumpulin terus anjrit malah dapet segini -..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi itulah hasil rapot semester I saya. Mudah mudahan semester II membaik deh yaaaa. Eh iya kemarin kan gue nonton Five Children and IT untuk yang entah keberapa kalinya. Freddie Highmore_nya ganteng abis sumpah! Lucu imut! Masih kecil tuh bocah di film_nya! Kapan nih film Arthur and The Revenge of Malthazard_nya dia? Pengen nontooooonnnn. Sekarang gue lagi suka lagunya Leona Lewis yang Happy deh gara gara gak sengaja ngedenger waktu lagi liat MTV hem. Udah ya segitu aja mau tidur gue (kebo lu, Dil). Memanfaatkan waktu liburan dengan tidur seharian. Ha-ha menyedihkan sekali sih gue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-827166729042419035?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/827166729042419035/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-and-my-exams-scores.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/827166729042419035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/827166729042419035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-and-my-exams-scores.html' title='Holiday and My Exam&apos;s Scores'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-2354695075906550171</id><published>2009-12-13T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:46:23.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Last Day and The Important People In Your Life</title><content type='html'>All, pernah gak lo ngelakuin satu kesalahan yang menghancurkan segalanya? Atau pernah gak lo merasa di antara dua pilihan dan lo sama sekali gak bisa milih? Gue lagi ngalamin hal itu dan rasanya lo semua udah pasti tau, sakit banget. Sebenernya gini ya, masalah itu sebenernya dateng darimana sih? Dari kita sendiri kan? Dan gak ada orang yang mesti dipersalahkan. Masalah itu hanya perlu dibicarakan secara baik baik. Gue sampai sakit kepala mikirinnya. Yang perlu kita lakukan dalam men-solve sebuah problem hanya mengurangi gengsi dan berusaha untuk membicarakannya secara perlahan. Gimana kalo misalkan hari ini adalah hari terakhir lo dan lo belum menyeleseikan semua masalah lo, belum meminta maaf pada orang yang lo sayang, belum mengatakan betapa sayangnya lo pada orang itu. Semua akan terlambat. Tapi sekarang belum terlambat. Lebih baik SEKARANG lo katakan betapa sayangnya lo pada orang itu. Fang pernah nanya gini ke gue, "if today was your last day, what would you do?" gue jawab, "i would tell my parents, my friends, you, and everyone that i really love them! i would spent my time to do something good. i would be the best before my last day. and i would make everyone that i love will be happy. i hope i could do that." Semua orang bisa dengan gampangnya ngomong kayak gue. Tapi gak gampang untuk melakukan hal tersebut kalo hati lo masih diselimuti kebencian yang mendalam. So, kikis kebencian itu perlahan lahan. Cobalah untuk mencintai dan menyayangi, paling gak seseorang yang begitu penting untuk kita. Kalo ada pertanyaan, how do you love someone without getting hurt? Udah jelas itu pertanyaan bodoh. Setiap kita mencintai pasti akan menyakiti. Setiap kita dicintai pasti akan disakiti. Itulah pengorbanan. Jika kita mencintai seseorang, terkadang kita pasti merasa sakit. Tapi, coba ambil segi positifnya. Kalo kita mencintai seseorang tetapi orang tersebut tak dapat menggapai rasa sayang kita kemudian kita pergi begitu saja maka kita bukanlah orang yang menghargai arti dari rasa sayang. Semua butuh perjuangan. Semua butuh pengorbanan. Dan semua butuh kerja keras. Jika ingin pintar maka belajarlah. Jika ingin sukses maka bekerjalah. Jika ingin kaya maka menabunglah. Dan jika ingin dicintai maka kita harus mencintai. See? Keliatannya mudah tapi sangat sulit untuk menjalankannya. Terkadang ego manusia menutupi rasa sayang itu. Setiap insan pasti ingin disayang, dipeluk, dan dicintai. Kalo lo pengen kayak gitu, maka perlakukanlah orang yang lo sayang dengan baik! Jangan pernah menyakitinya. Karna sekali kita menyakiti seseorang maka luka itu tidak akan pernah hilang. Bahkan Tuhan pun masih menyayangi makhluknya yang berdosa, kenapa kita nggak bisa menyayangi seseorang yang sangat penting kehadirannya bagi kita? Jawabannya cuma satu, karna kita manusia dan kita tidak sempurna. Tapi cobalah untuk memulai membuat perubahan dari SEKARANG. Ya, SEKARANG bukan besok atau lusa atau pun setelahnya. Karna waktu kita di planet ini sangat singkat. Terlampau singkat. Berikut beberapa contoh individu yang mungkin sangat penting bagi lo :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Parents&lt;br /&gt;Yang pertama adalah beliau. Our parents. Tanpa sadar kita sering kali berkeluh kesah pada mereka. Membentak mereka. Begitu juga dengan gue. Jujur gue bukan anak yang berbakti. Gue sering ngambek sama nyokap gue. Padahal parents are something that we really need. Parents selalu mendoakan kita yang baik baik, sementara kita? Gak pernah kita sekali pun memperhatikan kehadiran beliau. Karna apa? Karna kasih sayang seorang anak tidaklah semurni kasih sayang orangtua. Mulai sekarang, mari kita coba untuk berusaha lebih menyayangi dan menghormati kehadiran beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends&lt;br /&gt;Teman adalah orang yang penting untuk kita dari mulai kita balita hingga menginjak dewasa. Kita selalu sharing masalah dengan teman kita dan tak jarang dia atau mereka memberikan gagasan yang bagus. Ya, kita sangat dekat dengan mereka. Tapi jika kita ada masalah dengan mereka, apa yang terjadi? Kita berbalik memusuhinya. Teman yang selama ini selalu ada untuk kita. Pernah gak sih kita bayangin betapa sakitnya jika kita bertengkar dengan teman kita? From now, let's we start again from beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Teachers and the others&lt;br /&gt;Kita selalu berpikiran bahwa guru itu adalah orang yang menyebalkan, padahal kenyataan tidak seperti itu. Jika tidak ada guru, maka kita tidak akan sukses. Mereka sabar dalam mendidik kita yang sering kali membuat masalah. Let's we try to think about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Boyfriend or Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Gue menempatkan orang orang yang termasuk ke dalam kelompok ini di posisi terakhir karna mereka lebih berpotensi untuk mengubah kita ke dalam sisi buruk jika kita tidak bisa memilih. Pacar. Sebauh kata sederhana yang mengubah kehidupan orang dalam sekejap. Pernah gak kalian diselingkuhin? Atau malah kalian yang selingkuh? Coba kita buat prinsip dalam berpacaran. Coba kita hargai prinsip tersebut. There are many rules in this world. Dalam hal ini juga tenta ada rules yang kita buat berdasarkan kesepakatan bersama. Lebih baik, kita patuhi rules tersebut dan jangan sekali sekali melanggar prinsip tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keempat kelompok itu adalah orang orang yang paling berarti sekaligus berpengaruh dalam hidup kita. Kalo gak ada mereka, apa kita masih bisa berdiri di sini? Apa kita siap menghadapi kenyataan? Here's a song by Nickelback to make you understand what i mean :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Today Was Your Last Day by Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;br /&gt;He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had, if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;What if, what if, if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the grain should be a way of life&lt;br /&gt;What's worth the price is always worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;Every second counts 'cause there's no second try&lt;br /&gt;So live like you're never living twice&lt;br /&gt;Don't take the free ride in your own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you call those friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one you're dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the hands of time are never on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you call those friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-2354695075906550171?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2354695075906550171/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-last-day-and-important-people-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/2354695075906550171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/2354695075906550171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-last-day-and-important-people-in.html' title='Your Last Day and The Important People In Your Life'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-6658113331473487026</id><published>2009-12-12T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:11:45.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Her As A Best Friend</title><content type='html'>C'mon Dilla! Stop crying please! No need to cry anymore! I know that isn't an easy prob but cry doesn't help you to solve this prob! Wake up! You lost someone that you really love but, you still can see her face everytime. You didn't really lose her. Remember what's your best friend said! Aileen is true (sorry Len, gue bawa-bawa nama lo). Gue harap segala masalah bisa selesei. Yang jelas entah kenapa dari bangun tidur sampai sekarang gue terus terusan aja dengerin lagunya Taylor Swift yang Breathe. Kayaknya ngena banget buat gue. Forgetting about that prob, cari suasana nyenengin dulu abisan gue capek nangis terus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UAS udah selesei! Yeeessss! Yas yes yas yes aja lu Dil, tau hasilnya baru tau rasa lu! -,- Kayaknya sih hasilnya bakal jelek lagi. Astaga kok gue jadi gini ya? Mana sifat ambisius gue? Gue kangen gue yang lama dah. Yang pendiem, kalem, ambisius, cuek, dingin, pemarah, sensitif, dst dst. Emang keliatannya ngeselin sih tapi kan gak enak jadi gue yang sekarang! Tersiksa tauuuu! Satu pribadi gue yang masih nyangsang adalah, gue orangnya suka menyendiri di tempat-tempat pojokan. Heran kok gue gak kesambet yeee -___- belagu lu, Dil. Makanya itu kadang suka kesel dah kalo lagi diem atau mojok gitu eh tiba-tiba digangguin! (sama orang maksudnya. kalo sama setan gua bukannya kesel malah ngibrit!). Abisan yah kan kesel aja. Gue ya gue lo ya lo, gitu kan? Kira-kira dimane ye tempat yang sepi tapi kagak serem? Udah ah omongan gua ngelantur kan jadinya. Yah yang jelas i miss my old self (apalagi deh old self -___-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nulis apaan lagi yeee? Puyeng ah sumpah! Sensi banget gue hari ini! Pokoknya gak mau dihubungi dulu sama siapa pun juga! (siapa juga yang mau nelpon lo?) The last gue persembahkan satu lagu buat seseorang yang perasaan udah pernah saya tulis di bloge deh :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe by Taylor Swift, my twin sister! (apa deh lu, Dil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face in my mind as I drive away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way&lt;br /&gt;People are people and sometimes we change our minds&lt;br /&gt;But it's killing me to see you go after all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie&lt;br /&gt;It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to be without you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted this, never want to see you hurt&lt;br /&gt;Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve&lt;br /&gt;People are people and sometimes it doesn't work out&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m., feelin' like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m., feelin' like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know this ain't easy, easy for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-6658113331473487026?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6658113331473487026/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-her-as-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6658113331473487026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/6658113331473487026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-her-as-best-friend.html' title='Lost Her As A Best Friend'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-938045370332541002</id><published>2009-11-28T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T03:49:20.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Cry</title><content type='html'>Hey all, sumpah hari ini gue pengen nangis banget. Sayangnya keke dan feby lagi gak disini ahhh :'( sakit banget gue nyesek pas tau tentang kebenarannya. Ternyata susah nyari orang yang bener bener sayang sama kita. Susah banget. Dan tadi gue dikasih tau Shenile kalo Fang nganggep gue sebagai ceweknya dan dia sayang sama gue. Kenapa gue bisa sebego itu? Untungnya ada Keke yang lagi ngehibur gue. Thanks banget lho ke. Senin pokoknya mau cerita sama Keke dan Feby! Sumpah pengen nangis! Ah shit! Gue cuma dianggap sebagai pelampiasan kemarahan lo doang ya?! wtf huaaaa mau nangis sumpah! males gue sama lo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897537932815076341-938045370332541002?l=dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/feeds/938045370332541002/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/11/wanna-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/938045370332541002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897537932815076341/posts/default/938045370332541002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillafarahhighmore.blogspot.com/2009/11/wanna-cry.html' title='Wanna Cry'/><author><name>Dilla Farah Highmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06144094403132352235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S05PyqzoN1o/TEmEllqQbmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KzwIZm4-A3Q/S220/DSC00189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897537932815076341.post-3714314499270587127</id><published>2009-11-25T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T05:38:14.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem and Four Songs</title><content type='html'>Oke deh ya abis baca blog nya keke yang isinya sebagian gue gak ngerti -,- niatnya mau belajar abis abisan malem ini malah buka blog. Gua lagi dengerin laguny
