<?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-6648380296562119558</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:56:24.836+07:00</updated><category term='the dark knight'/><category term='pe-er'/><category term='when I deal with others'/><category term='the holiday'/><category term='coldplay'/><category term='writing is fun'/><category term='karir menulis seorang yessica'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='classical music rocks'/><category term='thom'/><category term='all I can do is be me whoever that is'/><category term='peace for our beloved earth'/><category term='music'/><category term='back to business'/><category term='happy new year 2009'/><category term='orang yang menyembunyikan identitasnya'/><category term='melancholic me'/><category term='daily'/><category term='my writing career'/><category term='when I&apos;m bored'/><category term='being me is somewhat difficult'/><category term='getting older?'/><category term='reminescence'/><category term='my career in the science class'/><category term='oscar 2009'/><category term='the world'/><category term='soundtracks.'/><category term='mixed post'/><category term='radiohead'/><category term='my body'/><category term='my birthday'/><category term='the prologue'/><title type='text'>:}</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7709791875053272346</id><published>2009-05-27T06:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:41:08.132+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know that high school students can be so cruel.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I got my prom on May 20. The decoration was good, the food was adequate, and the performances were okay. I don't really give a damn about prom (and I know by saying that I sounded like I have no fuckin' memories of high school), my prom was never been good, and I don't really care about that. Emo screamos (that's what you call that?), cute modern dance performance, and so on. I don't know why I don't (always) like what people like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why everyone seems to really give a damn about this. If you don't like your prom, make one by your own. Everyone had been struggling for this prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why nobody wants to watch Terminator Salvation? See, people around me never like what I like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-7709791875053272346?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7709791875053272346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7709791875053272346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7709791875053272346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7709791875053272346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-that-high-school-students.html' title='i don&apos;t know that high school students can be so cruel.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5931473538302172230</id><published>2009-04-08T20:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:54:06.901+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I don't want to talk about the movie itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=knowing.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 357px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/knowing.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Above was the newer movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck?action=view&amp;amp;current=rescueDawn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 357px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/rescueDawn.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here's the 2006 one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all know which is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5931473538302172230?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5931473538302172230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5931473538302172230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5931473538302172230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5931473538302172230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to-talk-about-movie-itself.html' title=':D'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7071598340025239617</id><published>2009-04-05T10:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:30:04.331+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>YOU SIMPLY LOSE ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR SERVICES ARE NOT REQUIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE'S BLEAK, YOU'RE SO LAST WEEK&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/6648380296562119558-7071598340025239617?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7071598340025239617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7071598340025239617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7071598340025239617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7071598340025239617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-simply-lose-me.html' title='YOU SIMPLY LOSE ME'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5255261831578736675</id><published>2009-04-04T12:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:02:15.482+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>cute girls like cute boys&lt;br /&gt;cute boys like cute girls&lt;br /&gt;so who like ugly girls and ugly boys?&lt;br /&gt;their moms and dads probably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss. Kiss. Hug. Hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5255261831578736675?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5255261831578736675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5255261831578736675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5255261831578736675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5255261831578736675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-4634739215112080976</id><published>2009-03-30T22:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:48:52.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAKNAT.</title><content type='html'>Ga ada kata laen. Itu aja. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAKNAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: berhati-hatilah dengan adik Anda (jika punya adik) ketika ia sedang memainkan komputer atau laptop Anda, meskipun tampangnya manis dan baru berusia 4 tahun; ia bisa saja melakukan hal-hal yang Anda pun tidak tahu bagaimana melakukannya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-4634739215112080976?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/4634739215112080976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=4634739215112080976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4634739215112080976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4634739215112080976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/03/laknat.html' title='LAKNAT.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-6923952440324212279</id><published>2009-03-24T21:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:58:53.406+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>someone else is still happy. yaay.</title><content type='html'>And today something abstract sucked every last drop of my little confidence until it's dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still give you a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-6923952440324212279?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/6923952440324212279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=6923952440324212279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6923952440324212279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6923952440324212279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-else-is-still-happy-yaay.html' title='someone else is still happy. yaay.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5782435216303357235</id><published>2009-03-23T16:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:15:52.976+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thom'/><title type='text'>shut up, dearieeee</title><content type='html'>I don't know that Ronan Keating could be so naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ateaseweb.com/2009/03/22/ronan-keating-thom-yorke-is-a-muppet"&gt;clicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5782435216303357235?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5782435216303357235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5782435216303357235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5782435216303357235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5782435216303357235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/03/ronan-keating-thom-yorke-is-muppet.html' title='shut up, dearieeee'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-4310827574713628395</id><published>2009-03-22T13:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:41:41.321+07:00</updated><title type='text'>X(</title><content type='html'>Oh how I hate bad internet connection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-4310827574713628395?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/4310827574713628395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=4310827574713628395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4310827574713628395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4310827574713628395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/03/x.html' title='X('/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-4734064821344090691</id><published>2009-03-17T21:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:42:43.317+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>you cannot kick start a dead brain.</title><content type='html'>Amazing too how SLOW a Blu-ray player works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm trying to use my 'free-time' after every module (the remaining time after a quite easy or quite saddening module), to indulge myself, like, drawing, writing, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying so hard to grow a 'time-is-money' feeling in myself. In simple words, I'm doing more rechecks to my answers, so I hope I don't have to regret something in the future (&lt;--simple but not short).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...sometimes, most of the time, first answers is the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-4734064821344090691?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/4734064821344090691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=4734064821344090691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4734064821344090691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4734064821344090691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-cannot-kick-start-dead-brain.html' title='you cannot kick start a dead brain.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7584668799397887753</id><published>2009-03-14T22:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:05:11.357+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thom'/><title type='text'>hey, man, slow down.</title><content type='html'>Thom is a beautiful-voice-producing mike eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thomyorkesinging2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 336px; height: 252px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/thomyorkesinging2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.cloudcuckooland.net/"&gt;www.cloudcuckooland.net&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scatterbrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-7584668799397887753?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7584668799397887753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7584668799397887753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7584668799397887753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7584668799397887753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-man-slow-down.html' title='hey, man, slow down.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-8163865053601170512</id><published>2009-03-13T17:59:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:34:48.505+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>I wanna get out and make it work</title><content type='html'>Today I watch the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Didn't Know That&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://www.ngcasia.com/"&gt;National Geographic Channel&lt;/a&gt; programme&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;hosted by two hilarious scientist-like men, Jonny and Richard (I don't know their surnames, whatever) and they showed a concrete which was mixed with optical fibre glass, and that additional material made it translucent. This is a good way to save energy because if you build a house with this special concrete, more natural sunlight will enter your house so you don't have to light so many lamps. Isn't it great? I don't know that we can save the earth in this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=litracon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/litracon.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consult &lt;a href="http://www.litracon.hu/"&gt;this site &lt;/a&gt;for more information. Geez, it seems to be a free promotion now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; sent me an e-mail that they have launched this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shuffle-black.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/shuffle-black.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, isn't it? Imagine how bad I want one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I read in &lt;a href="http://www.greenplastic.com"&gt;greenplastic&lt;/a&gt; that Thom respond to those he dissed (poor Kanye and Miley) with "wish us all a safe journey if you still like us and you're not one of those people i have managed to offend by doing nothing xx".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, Thom! Good job ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it immediately after I read that last post in &lt;a href="http://www.radiohead.com"&gt;Dead Air Space&lt;/a&gt;. That's very subtle, Thom. Veeeerrrryyyy subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's all for today. Gotta study history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-8163865053601170512?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/8163865053601170512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=8163865053601170512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/8163865053601170512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/8163865053601170512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-get-out-and-make-it-work.html' title='I wanna get out and make it work'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-9184757977786050792</id><published>2009-03-11T22:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:32:29.413+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Let it down</title><content type='html'>Amazing how the word 'beautiful' really exclaims the beauty itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-9184757977786050792?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/9184757977786050792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=9184757977786050792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/9184757977786050792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/9184757977786050792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-it-down.html' title='Let it down'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-353589007713113897</id><published>2009-03-07T14:16:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:01:14.656+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>listening to portishead...</title><content type='html'>Correction for the post below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read it again and I feel that the way I wrote it makes Buddy Holly, Janis Joplin, and Heath Ledger died of suicide. What I mean is that they died at a very young age. Janis Joplin was overdosed (is it called suicide?), Buddy Holly was died in a plane crash, and Heath was accidentally taking wrong and overdosed drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Cobain there are many controversies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for another sound of mellow songs, like Radiohead. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exploring Portishead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many days ago I found an interesting site, &lt;a href="http://www.amiannoying.com/"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt;. It contains the unusual data of celebs; whether they are annoying or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thom was annoying because he is never happy, he is only 5'3" (some says he's 5'5", well, whatev, he's still so short after all), he is a vegan, he gets angry for everyone who mosh at his concerts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last one, that will be too clear to be questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead was annoying because they look creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Radiohead dissed Miley Cyrus too at the Grammys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha, Miley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-353589007713113897?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/353589007713113897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=353589007713113897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/353589007713113897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/353589007713113897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/03/listening-to-portishead.html' title='listening to portishead...'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7338246608380442929</id><published>2009-03-06T14:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:50:28.677+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>sneaking white</title><content type='html'>Just realized how many talented people died in a very young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our most insane Joker, Joy Division's Curtis, Nirvana's Cobain, Janis Joplin, Buddy Holly, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I ever think of suicidal things, but I have no guts to go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a better reason someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be a good girl. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-7338246608380442929?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7338246608380442929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7338246608380442929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7338246608380442929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7338246608380442929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/03/sneaking-white.html' title='sneaking white'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-2483559248093758171</id><published>2009-02-26T18:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:24:32.364+07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD FOR BEING LIARS</title><content type='html'>she asked me where the hell I'm goin'&lt;br /&gt;just checkin' in for a few weeks but then I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;just being into it but I can't believe them anymore now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what happens&lt;br /&gt;I'll just sit and wish to take off earlier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-2483559248093758171?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/2483559248093758171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=2483559248093758171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2483559248093758171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2483559248093758171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifetime-achievement-award-for-being.html' title='LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD FOR BEING LIARS'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-6917259548209680726</id><published>2009-02-24T16:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:54:18.786+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me how to disappear completely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I REALLY HATE TO BE TAKEN PICTURES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-6917259548209680726?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/6917259548209680726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=6917259548209680726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6917259548209680726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6917259548209680726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-me-how-to-disappear-completely.html' title='tell me how to disappear completely.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7708987540553725687</id><published>2009-02-20T19:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:48:39.592+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what am I looking for?</title><content type='html'>I hear what I should've felt&lt;br /&gt;I feel what I should've tasted&lt;br /&gt;I taste what I should've seen&lt;br /&gt;I see what I should've smelt&lt;br /&gt;I smelt what I should've heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I looking for?&lt;br /&gt;Where are these things going to?&lt;br /&gt;Where are these things returning to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-7708987540553725687?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7708987540553725687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7708987540553725687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7708987540553725687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7708987540553725687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-am-i-looking-for.html' title='what am I looking for?'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5324839579020414137</id><published>2009-02-16T20:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:09:33.513+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radiohead'/><title type='text'>I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care</title><content type='html'>Geez. I was just about to say a few rude words. I mean, just about to type. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read more in at ease web message board and a little portion in Mortigi Tempo, and discover more how do people see Radiohead, how Radiohead see themselves, especially how Thom see the world. Not knowing it clearly, but at least a few inches deeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somebody made a thread titled ‘Thom got herpes’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somebody else replied, “A naughty boy he is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEZ I DON’T WANT TO CARE ABOUT THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I care about is just their music. So, no thanks, I don’t want to watch their concert live anymore, I don’t want to get any photographs or autographs from them, as I DON’T WANT TO CATCH HERPES FROM THOM. Crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and what exactly assures me? The pictures, and the people in at ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I don’t care if it’s right or wrong, but my method of having a refreshing time is listening to moderately-slow music. I’ll study hard in Netherlands, I’ll get many straight-As, I’ll live normally, I won’t be so tight-fisted to save money for one Radiohead concert, I’ll be a real scientist, I’ll take the job from my Hollywood-director friend to bring some tea or coffee for the actors, and I don’t know if I met another choice of what I call ‘moderately-slow-but-no-cheesy-lyrics’ music. Oh and with a bit of techno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just realized that my fanatic times (masa-masa fanatik, quote dari Gebi) has just passed. Now I’ll just laughed if Thom dissed Kanye West, or Ronan Keating, or Sir Paul McCartney, or President Obama. I know that won’t have effect on me, that doesn’t destroy the whole world, blah blah blah. It’s just celebs. Celebs are weird, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I’ll save money to buy their new album, rumoured to be released in March 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s all folks. I’ll have to study maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5324839579020414137?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5324839579020414137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5324839579020414137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5324839579020414137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5324839579020414137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-care-i-dont-care-i-dont-care-i.html' title='I don&apos;t care I don&apos;t care I don&apos;t care I don&apos;t care I don&apos;t care'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-6907191731068223761</id><published>2009-02-08T22:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:05:19.862+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radiohead'/><title type='text'>he's just unusual...</title><content type='html'>Got the rumour that Thom is autistic since about two days ago. But yesterday I looked in &lt;a href="http://www.ateaseweb.com/"&gt;www.ateaseweb.com&lt;/a&gt; forum, YouTube, and found interviews that assured me that he’s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I don’t care at all if he is autistic or Asperger’s, or hypomania, or hypochondriac, or bipolar, or even totally crazy. For me, he’s a music genius and he has a cute smile, that’s all. Maybe if he starts to use illegal drugs, get caught red-handed doing a crime, hit his ‘wife’, not loving his kids, plagiarize, stop fighting for global warming, do corruption (what? Emang anggota DPR), or any nasty sins, I’ll go for Jonny. Or Phil. Or Colin. Or Ed.  Or...err...Chris Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish a long life for Radiohead. For Thom. For Jonny. For Colin. For Phil. For Ed. Oh, and for Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-6907191731068223761?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/6907191731068223761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=6907191731068223761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6907191731068223761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6907191731068223761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-unusual.html' title='he&apos;s just unusual...'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7140923146893159788</id><published>2009-01-30T22:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:35:31.714+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be someone else or I'll explode</title><content type='html'>don't know what to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pengen ganti skin nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi berusaha bikin skin sendiri. sekalian belajar pake dreamweaver 8 buat ujian praktek. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-7140923146893159788?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7140923146893159788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7140923146893159788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7140923146893159788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7140923146893159788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-be-someone-else-or-ill.html' title='I want to be someone else or I&apos;ll explode'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-3328911658150657597</id><published>2009-01-27T17:56:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:49:52.739+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kesel, gregetan, pengen bunuh orang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Geq8WEQ2fqQ/SX7onNN8nrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xVrEDllCPNg/s1600-h/thomyorkebook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Geq8WEQ2fqQ/SX7onNN8nrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xVrEDllCPNg/s320/thomyorkebook.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295925972094983858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENGEN BUKU INI! RILIS TANGGAL 26 FEBRUARI 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENGEN NONTON GRAMMY AWARDS 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENGEN BELI HAIL TO THE THIEF n I MIGHT BE WRONG (LIVE RECORDINGS)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENGEN...AAAAH SEMUANYA PENGEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dua tambah dua sama dengan lima*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peace XP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know if I have to buy this book. Such a great band, and everyone (REAL Radiohead's fans, since I'm still a newbie) says that THEY have to write their own biography. Anything beside that will be sucks. Well I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-3328911658150657597?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/3328911658150657597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=3328911658150657597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/3328911658150657597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/3328911658150657597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/01/kesel-gregetan-pengen-bunuh-orang.html' title='kesel, gregetan, pengen bunuh orang.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Geq8WEQ2fqQ/SX7onNN8nrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xVrEDllCPNg/s72-c/thomyorkebook.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5642769008298784215</id><published>2009-01-21T21:50:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:07:03.583+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radiohead'/><title type='text'>my baby's got the bends, no no no.</title><content type='html'>Let's start a talk with many, many doses of RADIOHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=radiohead01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 203px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/radiohead01.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sini saya sertakan semua kategori Grammy 2009 di mana band kesukaan saya ini menjadi nominasinya (telah diedit untuk keperluan PRIBADI, nyehnyehnyeh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Category 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Album Of The Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida Or Death And All His Friends&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Tha Carter III&lt;br /&gt;Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Year Of The Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;Raising Sand&lt;br /&gt;Robert Plant &amp;amp; Alison Krauss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;In Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;Nigel Godrich, producer; Nigel Godrich, Dan Grech-Marguerat, Hugo Nicolson &amp;amp; Richard Woodcraft, engineers/mixers; Bob Ludwig, mastering engineer&lt;br /&gt;[TBD Records]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Category 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Rock Performance By A Duo Or Group With Vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock N Roll Train&lt;br /&gt;AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;Violet Hill&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Long Road Out Of Eden&lt;br /&gt;Eagles&lt;br /&gt;Sex On Fire&lt;br /&gt;Kings Of Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;House Of Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Track from: In Rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;[TBD Records]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Category 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Rock Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls In Their Summer Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springsteen, songwriter (Bruce Springsteen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;House Of Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Colin Greenwood, Jonny Greenwood, Ed O'Brien, Philip Selway &amp;amp; Thom Yorke, songwriters (Radiohead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Track from: In Rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;[TBD Records; Publisher: Warner Chappell Music]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Possess Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Gibbard, Nicholas Harmer, Jason McGerr &amp;amp; Christopher Walla, songwriters (Death Cab For Cutie)&lt;br /&gt;Sex On Fire&lt;br /&gt;Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill &amp;amp; Nathan Followill, songwriters (Kings Of Leon)&lt;br /&gt;Violet Hill&lt;br /&gt;Guy Berryman, Jonny Buckland, Will Champion &amp;amp; Chris Martin, songwriters (Coldplay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Category 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Alternative Music Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Guilt&lt;br /&gt;Beck&lt;br /&gt;Narrow Stairs&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;The Odd Couple&lt;br /&gt;Gnarls Barkley&lt;br /&gt;Evil Urges&lt;br /&gt;My Morning Jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;In Rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;[TBD Records]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Category 93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Producer Of The Year, Non-Classical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nigel Godrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;In Rainbows (Radiohead) (A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny K&lt;br /&gt;Rick Rubin&lt;br /&gt;will.i.am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Category 109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Short Form Music Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;Erykah Badu&lt;br /&gt;Who's Gonna Save My Soul&lt;br /&gt;Gnarls Barkley&lt;br /&gt;Another Way To Die&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys &amp;amp; Jack White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;House Of Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;James Frost, video director; Dawn Fanning, video producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;[TBD Records]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pork And Beans&lt;br /&gt;Weezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Category 83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Score Soundtrack Album For Motion Picture, Television Or Other Visual Media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Newton Howard &amp;amp; Hans Zimmer, composers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Warner Sunset/Warner Bros.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana Jones And The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull&lt;br /&gt;John Williams, composer&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;Ramin Djawadi, composer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jonny Greenwood, composer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;[Nonesuch Records]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Newman, composer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue melihat saingan terberatnya adalah Coldplay.Tapi gue mencoba untuk menjadi sangat-sangat netral, karena gue awalnya adalah penyuka Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue denger duluan Violet Hill, gue emang suka lagu itu selama beberapa hari. Muncullah Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends, dan gue udah nggak begitu suka Violet Hill, udah bosen. Yang gue suka adalah Cemeteries of London, Strawberry Swing, dan Lost!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu gue liat-liat di &lt;a href="http://last.fm/"&gt;last.fm&lt;/a&gt;, artis yang mirip dengan Coldplay adalah Radiohead. Jadi gue denger sepotong kecil dari lagu Nude (yeah, my first time Radiohead's track is In Rainbows' Nude). Lalu gue donlot dulu pake torrent satu album penuh In Rainbows, yang kemudian gue baca di mana-mana kalo itu album dirilis secara online dengan harga terserah pendownload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue agak kaget dengan 15 Steps yang menghentak begitu, yang terus pas gue nonton Twilight, 'lho, ini kan lagu yang gue denger tadiiii...apa yaaaa judulnyaaaa? oh...15 Steps...'&lt;br /&gt;Gue denger lagi, denger lagi, lagi, lagi. Gue berusaha mencerna satu album itu susah payah, dan akhirnya gue ngerti di mana enaknya semua lagu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue meninggalkan Coldplay. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara lirik, gue lebih suka lirik lagu Radiohead. Apalagi yang dulu-dulu, lebih straightforward. Kalo sekarang sih seringnya bikin pusing, tapi menarik, dan jujur. Kalo Coldplay, gimana yaaa...kurang nyentuh, kurang real rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara suara, gue SANGAT SANGAT SANGAT suka karakter suara Thom Yorke. Even Chris Martin (frontman Coldplay) admitted (I read in Rolling Stones' 100 Best Singers of All Time, Thom Yorke was #66), "I try to sing like Thom Yorke." Mungkin suaranya terkesan agak desperate dan mellow, tapi it really fits me. Gue setuju sama pernyataan yang gue lupa baca di review album yang mana, somewhere on the net, kalau suaranya Thom Yorke bisa dibilang termasuk salah satu dari suara instrumen musiknya sendiri. WAOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara musiknya, menurut gue Radiohead lebih kaya, lebih eksperimental, lebih unik. Coldplay, mungkin lebih fokus ke aliran aslinya, tapi gue suka variasi lagu kayak yang Radiohead bikin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECARA MUKA! Naaaaahhhh...Biarpun mata kiri Thom Yorke gak sempurna...Biarpun Thom Yorke cuman 166 cm...Biarpun Thom Yorke sering berewokan n berantakan gak jelas...Biarpun Thom Yorke kalo nyanyi kayak orang kesurupan (liat deh videoklip lawas 'Just', one of my favourites)&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue lebih suka Thom Yorke jauuuuuuuuhhhhhhh daripada Chris Martin!&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA XD XD XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yorkegrammy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 343px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/yorkegrammy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I don't know why but Thom Yorke attracts me so bad that I can't get him out of my mind*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peace XP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pokoknya gue marah kalo Radiohead kalah sama Coldplay!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5642769008298784215?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5642769008298784215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5642769008298784215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5642769008298784215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5642769008298784215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-babys-got-bends-no-no-no_21.html' title='my baby&apos;s got the bends, no no no.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5319875605628915307</id><published>2009-01-19T20:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:13:12.165+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my writing career'/><title type='text'>When I go forwards you go backwards and somewhere we will meet</title><content type='html'>This wasn't a 'based-on-a-true-story' reading. I'm just imagining, when I feel it so hard to open my physics textbook.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, just a freak imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyone who knows me, don't try to recall which or what event it is. It's a mixture, of reality, fantasy, and jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, maybe actually it's just a joke. But I find it quite interesting, smart joke. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just go on and read. It's very straightforward. I'm not a metaphor-expert like Thom Yorke, Hyde, or someone else you know who's good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, no particular rules for poems I obey. It's not a poem. Just a joke. A not-funny joke, arranged like a poem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm A Coward Too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You rely on me everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bringing loads of fictional-dreamy books from the library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing notes on your book when you don't want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for you outside the legendary haunted school bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kicking badass kids who wait for you after school, on strategic meeting points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reporting to your momma about the headmistress's letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know why you want me to help you on those cases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you see my eyeglasses will go with stacks of books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you see my nice handwriting will match perfectly on your notebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you see my giant body will scare the bathroom ghosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you think my serious tone will assure your mom the happening wasn't all your fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do you recognize that I've been terrorized with all I've done for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait till you see how teachers look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They think my brain's full of fantasizing fairies more than physics formula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When actually I fell asleep on my desk that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid of any more bad scores of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, not me, but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you don't know how writing-your-own-notes helps you to do tests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you have no idea how easy it is to memorize your own scratch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another thing you don't know, my knees are shaking too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not scared by ghost stories, but still I don't feel it okay to meet them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is quite a monster, more than everyone in my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, really, I wanted to do all of that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy to be useful, as your only friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that's what a friend means to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do you know that I'm a coward too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last thing you should know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think those spoiled little brats know that my outside doesn't match my inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So within a week or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must find another private bodyguard just to get home safely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5319875605628915307?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5319875605628915307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5319875605628915307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5319875605628915307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5319875605628915307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-go-forwards-you-go-backwards-and_19.html' title='When I go forwards you go backwards and somewhere we will meet'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-1611303116625108388</id><published>2009-01-15T21:04:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:25:35.953+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me is somewhat difficult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all I can do is be me whoever that is'/><title type='text'>Thom Yorke attracts me so badly...and I don't know why.</title><content type='html'>Masih ngerjain tugas tambahan fisika...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blom belajar matematika...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*niat sekolah gak sih???*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa akhir-akhir ini hobi banget posting hal-hal yang gak penting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah dua tambah dua sama dengan lima?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya...refleksi atas beberapa kejadian atas diri gue akhir-akhir ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya gue tuh kuat nggak ya? Sebenernya waktu gue senyum saat diejekin oleh seseorang yang ngakunya pengen jadi temen gue itu, senyum beneran gak ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be such a weak girl. Is it wise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue gak suka cewek-cewek manja yang hobi nyusahin pacarnya. Wajar gak sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal gue punya temen (yang sekarang terlihat begitu jauh sih) yang bisa dibilang salah satu dari 'cewek-cewek manja yang hobi nyusahin pacarnya'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari yang lalu, saat pelajaran seni rupa, anak-anak gak mau belajar. Jadi cuman pada ngobrol-ngobrol aja. Pertama sih dibilangin untuk mikirin suatu karya seni untuk dikasih ke orang-orang tersayang di hari Valentine. Lalu saat anak-anak ngeributin itu, datanglah sang guru seni rupa ke deket tempat duduk gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu punya pacar?"&lt;br /&gt;(entah mengapa gue menjawab dengan semangat empat lima) "ENGGAK!"&lt;br /&gt;"Punya calon?"&lt;br /&gt;"ENGGAK!"&lt;br /&gt;"Kasian amat."&lt;br /&gt;"Idih, Bapak. Kan gak usah sekarang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betuuul sodara-sodara...bagi yang seperti saya, sudah tujuh belas tahun tujuh bulan menjomblo, tidak perlu buru-buru...temukan pasangan sejati Anda dengan cara yang benar...jangan jadi jual murah...jalanin aja apa yang ada...*ya ampun ini sih semua orang juga tau!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I believe in Jesus, Harvey Dent, Nikola Tesla, Jean Baptiste Lamarck, and...Charles Darwin. He never said that monkeys are our ancestors. All that he said was, humans and monkeys may have same ancestors. F**k off all wrong evolution pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-1611303116625108388?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/1611303116625108388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=1611303116625108388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1611303116625108388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1611303116625108388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/01/thom-yorke-attracts-me-so-badlyand-i.html' title='Thom Yorke attracts me so badly...and I don&apos;t know why.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-4748575764177680255</id><published>2009-01-08T18:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:17:51.974+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my career in the science class'/><title type='text'>I'm a skip divided malfunction.</title><content type='html'>A usual syndrome of a have-just-back-from-holiday-a-second-ago school girl, is having a nervous break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, maksud gue tiba-tiba suatu hari di sekolah, gue gak ngerti harus ngapain waktu dikasih sepotong kertas fotokopian, apakah itu soal matematika, tebak-tebakan, kunci jawaban, nomer buntut, ato apaan. Yaaa gak gitu juga sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gimana sih perasaan lo kalo temen-temen yang laen udah pada nyambung, udah langsung nomor 4, sedangkan nomor 2 aja lo jengkel karena gak bisa ngapa-ngapain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Belakangan gue tau gue gak bisa ngerjain nomor 2 karena gue dikasih clue yang salah oleh temen gue. Sialan.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-4748575764177680255?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/4748575764177680255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=4748575764177680255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4748575764177680255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4748575764177680255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-skip-divided-malfunction.html' title='I&apos;m a skip divided malfunction.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-2216547650973878060</id><published>2009-01-02T22:07:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:44:10.688+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscar 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pe-er'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>Sebelumnya, setelah telat satu hari, gue pengen mengucapkan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT TAHUN BARUUUU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ini sms yang gue kirim ke semua orang yang gue ingat dan/atau memberikan sms ucapan selamat duluan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Wish you a happy new year with prosperity and excellence in studies! Keep your faith of God and get into 2009 with confidence..good luck for your life..:)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ADUH! GUE DIKASIH PEER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rulez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. Tuliskan semua wishlist yang kamu pengen saat birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. Jumlah wishlist 15 point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. Pasang awardnya di postingan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d. Sebar ke 10 teman terdekat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=glitterfy130900372D37gif.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/glitterfy130900372D37gif.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namanya juga wishlist, jadi terserah gue donk. Yang impossible juga gak papa kaaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ketemu soulmate! Sekarang! Gak peduli! (idiiih...ngebet pengen nikah ya mbak...)&lt;br /&gt;2. A happy family!&lt;br /&gt;3. Loyal bestfriends!&lt;br /&gt;4. Lulus UAN!&lt;br /&gt;5. Lulus Bachelor n Master!&lt;br /&gt;6. Dapet dream job!&lt;br /&gt;7.Semua album Radiohead lengkap! Gue capek nangis-nangis di toko CD gara-gara so many things I want to buy but so little money I have!&lt;br /&gt;8. Nonton konser orkestra gratisss...NSO ato JSO, ato yang manapun laaah...&lt;br /&gt;9. Nonton premiere Terminator 4 sekarang juga! Kan filmnya udah selesai, kenapa gue kudu nunggu sampe bulan Mei siiih???&lt;br /&gt;10. Ehehehe...an iPhone...&lt;br /&gt;11. Pierre Cardin's genuine leather ankle boots!&lt;br /&gt;12. Nokia 5800!&lt;br /&gt;13. Rumah yang ada kolam renangnya supaya gue bisa nyemplung tiap hari!&lt;br /&gt;14.Tiang pull up untuk memperbaiki struktur tulang punggung gue!&lt;br /&gt;15. Harman-Kardon speakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak! Pe-er selesai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue akan memberikan pe-er ini kepada orang-orang yang gue link, yang gue harap membaca blog gue...yaitu: Mario, Daniel, Aisha (meskipun gue amat sangat tidak yakin dia ingat untuk mengupdate blognya bahkan baca blog gue), Jessica, Novia, Karyn, Muni, Michelle, dan...aduh, cuman delapan nih...ga papa yaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong-ngomong...we're getting closer to 81st Academy Awards, diselenggarakan di Kodak Theatre pada tanggal 22 Februari 2009, dengan host si mas berewokan yang ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hughjackman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 252px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/hughjackman.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimanaaaa? Cukup ganteng kah? Yak, tidak lain dan tidak bukan beliau adalah Mas Hugh Jackman yang baru-baru ini penampilannya bisa dinikmati di layar lebar dalam film Australia. For your information, si mas yang umurnya udah 40 tahun ini juga host pertama yang bukan komedian, dan juga terpilih sebagai Sexiest Man Alive versi Majalah People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. Gak peduli sih gue sebenernya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue emang sangat excited dengan Oscar kedelapan puluh satu itu, karena mustinya The Dark Knight merajai nominasi-nominasinya; Abang Christian Bale untuk nominasi Best Actor, Mas Alm. Heath Ledger untuk nominasi Best Supporting Actor, Bung Hans Zimmer dan Bung James Newton Howard untuk nominasi Best Score, dan lain-lain, meskipun belom bisa diliat nominasi lengkapnya. Ini gue yang ngomong, hehehehe, bukan resminya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisa dibaca di &lt;a href="http://boxwish.com/blog/view/485-the-dark-knight-score-back-in-the-oscar-race"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt; kalau soundtrack untuk The Dark Knight pernah dilarang ikutan Oscar karena alasan yang gue gak ngerti karena gue males baca, tapi untungnya sekarang udah dibolehin. Dulu soundtrack Batman Begins juga banned untuk alasan yang sama. Apaan sih ah! Ga seneng yah?! Oscar nih...ada politiknya juga yaaaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawan-lawan The Dark Knight yang gue inget sekarang adalah, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button yang kayaknya emang curious and that makes me curious too to watch it, trus mungkin Australia, Milk kali yaaa, gue juga ga tau tapi kayaknya oke tuh, ada Sean Penn gitu looh, trus katanya Frost/Nixon film politik yang bukan genre gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gue kasian sama Christian Bale yang kayaknya udah sering main bagus cuman film-filmnya kurang kolosal, bisa dibilang baru The Dark Knight aja yang booming, tapi ga pernah dapet bahkan satu nominasi Oscar pun. Padahal kan keren, di trailer film-filmnya itu bisa dicantumin, 'Oscar nominee, Christian Bale'. Di The Dark Knight pun, Heath Ledger (bisa dibilang) outshined him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moga-moga Terminator Salvation alias Terminator 4, Public Enemies, dan Killing Pablonya sukses! Moga-moga Johnny Depp bisa ditandingi sama Christian Bale! Amin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-2216547650973878060?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/2216547650973878060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=2216547650973878060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2216547650973878060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2216547650973878060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-2852757492429253336</id><published>2008-12-13T20:39:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:02:27.295+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtracks.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>I haven't seen it all, but I'm addicted to this song.</title><content type='html'>Yak, masih nyerempet-nyerempet Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin hari, semakin banyak cewek-cewek yang histeris dengan film yang sebenernya ironis itu. Ironis, karena filmnya butut, bukunya bikin bosen, cuman penuh dengan mimpi-mimpi romantis, makanya cewek-cewek banyak yang rela nonton sampe tiga kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh sih, punya mimpi. Kebanyakan film toh bohongan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya hampir semua film yang berdasar kisah nyata tuh pasti laku dan dapet rating yang cukup bagus, karena itu benar-benar realistis, kita bisa merasakan bagaimana film itu benar-benar possible dalam hidup kita, bisa terjadi dalam hidup kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ih, kok gue jadi sok gini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, intinya, makin lama gue makin ga suka Twilight, karena makin lama cewek-cewek tuh makin cinta tuh film. Gantilah sutradaranya! Butut bener ih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, maap ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya gue cuman mau ngomongin lagu ini kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thomyorke.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 177px; height: 251px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/thomyorke.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaa...mungkin tampang ini lebih 'profesional'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thomyorke3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 161px; height: 238px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/thomyorke3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bjork.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 193px; height: 283px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/kathryn_jck/bjork.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first two are Thom Yorke's photos, and the last one is Björk. Thom Yorke is the vocalist of Radiohead, and Björk is an Icelandic singer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They collaborated in a soundtrack titled 'I've Seen It All' for a movie starred Björk herself, Dancer in the Dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bahkan tanpa kata-kata gombal, menurut gue lagu ini lebih touching daripada keseluruhan film Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the words of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'VE SEEN IT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all, I have seen the trees,&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a friend killed by a friend,&lt;br /&gt;And lives that were over before they were spent.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen what I was - I know what I'll be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all - there is no more to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't seen elephants, kings or Peru!&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say I had better to do&lt;br /&gt;What about China? Have you seen the Great Wall?&lt;br /&gt;All walls are great, if the roof doesn't fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the man you will marry?&lt;br /&gt;The home you will share?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really don't care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never been to Niagara Falls?&lt;br /&gt;I have seen water, its water, that's all...&lt;br /&gt;The Eiffel Tower, the Empire State?&lt;br /&gt;My pulse was as high on my very first date!&lt;br /&gt;Your grandson's hand as he plays with your hair?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really don't care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all, I've seen the dark&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the brightness in one little spark.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen what I chose and I've seen what I need,&lt;br /&gt;And that is enough, to want more would be greed.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen what I was and I know what I'll be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all - there is no more to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen it all and all you have seen&lt;br /&gt;You can always review on your own little screen&lt;br /&gt;The light and the dark, the big and the small&lt;br /&gt;Just keep in mind - you need no more at all&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you were and know what you'll be&lt;br /&gt;You've seen it all - there is no more to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I've mistaken this song by comparing it with Twilight. I even haven't seen the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-2852757492429253336?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/2852757492429253336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=2852757492429253336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2852757492429253336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2852757492429253336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-havent-seen-it-all-but-im-addicted-to.html' title='I haven&apos;t seen it all, but I&apos;m addicted to this song.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-1108856400482425306</id><published>2008-12-04T22:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:31:02.379+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>so it's supermassive, so what?</title><content type='html'>Yes, not to offend Muse's Supermassive Blackhole (actually I really like alternative bands, so Supermassive Blackhole is one of a fave).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...yeey...gue duluan bikin review daripada si &lt;a href="http://ijotaiitucinta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gebi&lt;/a&gt;...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Padahal gue pengen dunia tau (halah...) kalau gue bukan salah satu orang yang suka Twilight, meski gue punya bukunya, lengkap, nomor satu n dua dalam B. Indonesia dan yang lain dalam B. Inggris. Tapi gue males ah bikin reviewnya pake bahasa Inggris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, sometimes, things are uncontrollable. You know in Indonesia books aren't quite cheap. And when imported books come to Indonesia, they cost pretty high too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yak, kita mulai dari adegan awal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sodara-sodara, I missed a bit of the first scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gak usahlah detil begitu, gue mau maju dengan acak kadul aja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SPOILER ALERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satu, sebagai orang yang cinta musik, banyak banget soundtrack yang gak cocok sama scenenya. Bahkan Supermassive Blackhole pun gak cocok sama adegan maen baseball itu sodara-sodara. Dan anehnya, 15 Steps-nya Radiohead (yang sekarang sangat gue sukai banget banget) jadi endingnya, di mana Victoria dalam gaun pesta yang indah, riasan cantik, dan tatanan rambut menawan namun mata berkaca-kaca, kesal campur sedih atas kematian imprint-nya, James. Gue liat juga daftar soundtrack di CD soundtracknya gak ada yang romantis beneran. Masa kebanyakan musisinya aliran rock atau alternative? Apa karena ini film remaja? Tapi kan ini film yang mustinya super romantis bo. Ah. Aaahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banyak banget, 80 % lagunya gak sejalan dengan scenenya. Lagi romantis, lagunya hentak-hentak. Juga di saat yang tidak pas, tiba-tiba muncul suara gitar listrik meraung (lebay...). Apakah ada yang salah mengira studio syuting Twilight sebagai tempat check sound?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dua, akting pemeran utamanya mentah banget. Katanya saling mencintai, kok mereka nggak tampak nyaman satu sama lain. Keseringan mukanya Edward tuh kayak pengen muntah deh. GIMANA SIH AH. Itu cewek lo, cantik lho Mas! Jangan gitu donk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiga, banyak kata-kata yang gombal abis, adegan romantis yang udah muncul di banyak film romance lainnya. Gue aja yang jarang nonton film romance tau, tipikal adegan apa yang muncul dalam film kayak gitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Empat, make upnya gak bagus. Sangat nggak alami. Gak nempel gitu sama mukanya...jadi keliatan banget itu make up, padahal maksudnya itu kan warna kulit asli mereka. O iya, benerin tuh rambutnya Mas Jackson Rathbone alias Jasper Hale. Udah ganteng tapi rambutnya salah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lima, mungkin ini memang sulit dihindari. Buku, biasanya punya detil yang banyak dan sayang dilewatkan. Sedangkan film, itu sih tergantung kejeliannya yang nonton. Yang nonton filmnya doank, pasti ngerasa keluarga Cullen itu terlalu baik sama Bella, sampe bisa-bisanya seluruh keluarga berusaha melindungi Bella, dan Bella dengan gobloknya percaya aja dengan tipu muslihat James, dan setelah itu mereka gak ngomelin Bella atas kebodohannya itu (mungkin kecuali Rosalie, dalem ati itupun)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Padahal di buku, itu dijelasin, proses akrab-akraban-nya ga sesingkat itu lah. Tapi yah susah, ntar mo sepanjang apa filmnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enam, ini rada konyol bo. Sangat subjektif, tapi Robert Pattinson GAK GANTENG. Cuman dalam sedikit adegan aja, dia terlihat agak ganteng. Itu pun agak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oke deh, overall, karena film ini gak jelek-jelek banget laah...gue kasih 6.5 dari 10 bintang. Mau kasih tujuh, gak rela. Kasih enam, gak tega. Jalan tengah, ya 6.5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya bukan kritikus film profesional, jadi jangan mencak-mencak yah. Ini masih sangat subyektif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-1108856400482425306?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/1108856400482425306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=1108856400482425306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1108856400482425306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1108856400482425306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-its-supermassive-so-what.html' title='so it&apos;s supermassive, so what?'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-1427061985558718660</id><published>2008-11-23T21:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:55:13.946+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all I can do is be me whoever that is'/><title type='text'>Don't call yourself weird or different, or eccentric, or anything like that, if your friends don't gossip so.</title><content type='html'>Any questions, just ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-1427061985558718660?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/1427061985558718660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=1427061985558718660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1427061985558718660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1427061985558718660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-call-yourself-weird-if-your.html' title='Don&apos;t call yourself weird or different, or eccentric, or anything like that, if your friends don&apos;t gossip so.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5002780973001578871</id><published>2008-11-14T21:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:59:35.968+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes…again…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;I found another one feature of life can't be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Why do people see me as a tempting object to be laughed at? I'm not so attractive to be asked my phone number, or so mysterious in that way…I may be so quiet, I don't talk much, but I don't keep interesting secrets about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;So come on, tell me, what's so fascinating about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Or maybe, the boys in my school just can't respect nerdy and not-so-good-looking girls (I mean, me myself)? They don't tease cute and girly girl, but they will happily make fun of me. Give me a break; my reaction to unpleasant jokes isn't so aggressive. At least I've tried to keep my anger on the lower floor, and it's much better right now. I'll only say, in a very low and calm voice, when I've nearly reached my limit, "Shut up or I'll bang your head with a chair." When it's still inside the limit, I'll only make a not-happy smile which indicates a mild warning. It means &lt;em&gt;it's so silly; it doesn't make me laugh, so stop it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;So maybe, one of the reasons why I want to go abroad for my college is that I want to meet new people, who really have no idea about who I am, so I can start a new leaf, forget the old stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Oh, stereotypes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the hundredth time, I'll say I hate stereotypes. It brings you nowhere into somebody's real characteristics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5002780973001578871?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5002780973001578871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5002780973001578871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5002780973001578871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5002780973001578871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/11/stereotypesagain.html' title='Stereotypes…again…'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7609028037149606278</id><published>2008-11-09T21:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:11:25.755+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me is somewhat difficult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all I can do is be me whoever that is'/><title type='text'>listen to me.</title><content type='html'>I've got my plans all set. It's about 70 %, I only have to pass the TOEFL test with 550 score. I don't know what it is going to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I caught this one thing, when one of my friends say this to me, I don't know she really meant it or not, "Geez...it's so far away from here...What if I miss you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I miss you, oh it's so touching. Really. Nobody ever said that to me. When I went to Gunung Geulis to be a very good student of Santa Ursula by participating in UYC, unexpectedly (or maybe expectedly?), no one called me. Not even the girl who said 'what if I miss you' either. I was wondering...Is it still the same when I'm gone? Well actually, if one of my friend went to some other place and we can't meet for at least, maybe, three days, it won't feel the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I started to think, oh well. Whatever. I should forget about it or I'll have not even a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should sacrifice more and more from myself. Maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-7609028037149606278?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7609028037149606278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7609028037149606278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7609028037149606278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7609028037149606278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/11/listen-to-me.html' title='listen to me.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-833876698417556305</id><published>2008-10-28T22:09:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:22:57.124+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my career in the science class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all I can do is be me whoever that is'/><title type='text'>hello, beautiful.</title><content type='html'>I just...don't know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trying to sound like a very very, veeeeeryyy, diligent student (well, I know you're gonna sound like it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was like crazy, panicking about getting over the f***ing exam to get out of this school (we call it UJIAN NASIONAL).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I did panic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But only on physics and maybe biology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm no panic about math. Actually I love math, and chemistry too. Especially when I do it on about 3.00 am in the morning, with The Dark Knight or Batman Begins soundtrack playing on my iPod, or probably on my laptop (this is the reason why I get my mood again, after wanting to burn someone alive soooo bad! Gee, THANKS A LOT, DAD! You're the best dad in the world! And I believe you'll still be the best dad even though you can't afford many things! Ahahaha...XD love you Dad!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am born to be in the science class. And I'll go with my 'fashionable' lab suit (not to offend anyone...I just feel that a scientist's fashion is her only lab suit! Ehehehe...XD). Yeah, someday I'll walk proud with my Einstein-like hairstyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-833876698417556305?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/833876698417556305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=833876698417556305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/833876698417556305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/833876698417556305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just.html' title='hello, beautiful.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5418773020254582581</id><published>2008-10-24T22:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:42:56.641+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my career in the science class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when I deal with others'/><title type='text'>oh, hell.</title><content type='html'>There's somebody, who is (already expected before), offering himself to be burnt alive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe he's not saying it directly, "Come, come bring some litres of gasoline and a lighter! Pour it on me and blah blah blah..." (why does it sound like a spell in a voodoo ritual?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;do asked myself to be burnt, for posting in this blog while I'm still doing my tasks late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I say, yes, he has taken a (very) tiny part in creating this f***ing magazine, but he doesn't have, what I call to be, good will (yeah, itikad baik!) and even a little piece of dependability?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, you really have to go to hell. It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; who have decided to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5418773020254582581?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5418773020254582581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5418773020254582581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5418773020254582581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5418773020254582581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-hell.html' title='oh, hell.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-451179470193648646</id><published>2008-10-16T21:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:59:28.170+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my career in the science class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me is somewhat difficult'/><title type='text'>it's all part of the plan.</title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenapa yah, akhir-akhir ini gue sial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue udah belajar, gue udah berusaha latihan soal, meskipun akhir-akhir ini gue sering ngantuk di kelas jadi engga merhatiin guru karena selain tempat duduk paling mepet sama tembok pemisah antar kelas (di kelas gue sih sama WC cewek), gue juga jarang bisa inget bobo kurang dari jam 10. Tampaknya tidur jam 11 berhari-hari belum mengubah jam biologis gue.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue tetep aja (bakal) dapet nilai jelek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenapa yah? Biasanya kimia tuh pelajaran IPA yang paling mending daripada yang laen...secara gue anak tukang celup (maksudnya bokap tuh kerja di perusahaan yang jualan pewarna, pelembut, pemutih, dkk buat kain), setidaknya bakat gue ada dong di kimia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-451179470193648646?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/451179470193648646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=451179470193648646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/451179470193648646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/451179470193648646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-all-part-of-plan.html' title='it&apos;s all part of the plan.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-4096083512718848186</id><published>2008-10-13T21:24:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:55:18.267+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting older?'/><title type='text'>maybe. because no one is here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Geq8WEQ2fqQ/SPNq1Bh1YcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Pv3zhp6Ows4/s1600-h/imnotthere6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Geq8WEQ2fqQ/SPNq1Bh1YcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Pv3zhp6Ows4/s200/imnotthere6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256662649247457730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing hanging hefty inside me, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuman pengen ngepost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baru ketemu blog guru bahasa indonesia sanur. Dia kayaknya baru masuk rada akhir taon ajaran kemaren. Di &lt;a href="http://sastramahadaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;. Klik tuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaaaa...gue gak begitu kenal sih sama ni guru, yang mau-maunya ajaaa masuk neraka kayak sanur. Engga kayak anak-anak laen, yang begitu liat ni guru asik langsunglah mereka semua berteman. Haha. Kuper gue. Bodo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, kayaknya tuh ada dua jenis sekolah di DUNIA ini (what the?) yaitu, pertama, yang senang sekali membahagiakan siswa-siswa, guru, staf blablabla dengan berbagai macam fasilitas dan kelonggaran, misalnya BINUS, sekolahan adek gue tercinta yang baru umur empat taon. Lalu yang kedua, yang jauh lebih senang lagi membuat susah (ini masih bahasa halus, maksud gue sih MENYIKSA) warganya yang padahal sangat berbakti, misalnya SANUR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bayangin aja. Tiap hari Jumat, gue pulang lebih pagi dari adek gue, 11.45, sedangkan dia tuh 12.45. Gue pake seragam, jalan-jalan di kompleks Binus sambil nunggu bubaran anak TK (sebenernya sih ECY, Early Childhood Years). Gue kadang suka beli kopi atau teh di kafe Binus yang mirip Starbucks, cuman lebih murah, paling murah black coffee lima rebu dan yang paling mahal kayaknya susu cokelat pake es serut blablabla gue lupa namanya, sebelas rebu. Dan yang gue liat tentu saja remaja-remaja bahagia bermuka kinclong tanpa kerutan di dahi dan uban di rambut (ya iyalah uban di rambut) dengan kaos kasual dan jeans. Sedangkan gue? Ya cewek berseragam taplak meja kafe dengan rambut berantakan, dahi berkerut, kacamata persegi menggantung (hah? menggantung? maksud lo? buat dramatisir doank kok ehehehe), dan beberapa biji uban yang mencuat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, uban. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue inget pas beberapa hari yang lalu gue abis beli dress yang gak lucu banget buat ngehadirin ulang tahun temen gue, gue nanya sama nyokap, "Mami, tidakkah engkau pikir gaun yang baru saja kubeli potongannya agak terlalu dewasa? (baca: Mi, dress yang aku tadi beli tua engga sih modelnya?)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue kira nyokap bakal jawab dengan cuek, "Engga tuh. Biasa aja."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ternyata inilah jawaban beliau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kamu tuh udah TUA, tau!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaaa...gue tau lah sebenernya ada nada becanda kok di sana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya ampun gue sudah menjadi tua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duh, gue kepincut lagu-lagunya Bob Dylan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue (lagi-lagi) kasian sama abang Christian Bale (bukan-bukan, bukan abangnya Christian Bale tapi ya maksud gue si om-ganteng-tigapuluhempattahun itu). Tau film "I'm Not There"? Itu film tentang berbagai potongan masa kariernya Bob Dylan yang diperankan oleh enam aktor berbeda. Lima aktor sih, satu lagi aktris. Christian Bale, Ben Whishaw, Marcus Carl Franklin, Heath Ledger, Richard Gere, dan si keren Cate Blanchett (hahaha, abis gue mule concern aja ama aktris ini, bisa gitu dia meranin cowok 'susah' model Bob Dylan). Yang gue inget pokoknya Christian Bale jadi Bob Dylan waktu dia masih nyanyi folk song, yang laennya, Heath jadi Bob Dylan dalam kehidupan pribadinya, Richard Gere jadi versi tuanya, yang laennya gue gak inget banget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang bikin gue kasian adalah, secara gue sangat amateur-movie-critic jadi gue pikir kalo si aktor bisa meranin segitu persisnya sama orang aslinya di film biografi kayak gini, itu artinya si aktor hebat. Gue liat rekaman di youtube berapa ratus tahun yang lalu (halah) ada Bob Dylan nyanyi "The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll" di suatu acara. Rekamannya masih item putih. Cuma ada Bob Dylan dan gitar serta harmonikanya, kursi tinggi kayak barstool, dan mike bertiang. Christian Bale sih engga begitu, bukan di bagian ini yang mirip gila, tapi di bagian waktu dia diwawancara di acara yang sama. Gila, itu mirip banget. Kata-katanya, rambutnya, bajunya, pokoknya dandanannya ya iyalah sama, gampang itu sih, tapi gayanya, perilakunya, logatnya, gerak-geriknya, GILA PERSIS BANGET. Cuman beda muka sama warna suara doank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue sih kagum banget sama si Batman paling sukses sepanjang masa ini, tapi kok gue baca di sebuah &lt;a href="http://filmandtv-reviews.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt;, katanya justru poin paling lemahnya adalah si Christian. Katanya dia persis banget ngejiplak, jadi kesannya maksa. Paling bagus justru Heath, karena katanya karakter Bob Dylan agak dimix sama kekhasan dia sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya udahlah gue gak ngerti. Yang jelas ini salah satu film di mana abang Christian Bale paling dan selalu terlihat ganteng. Khas fangirl, ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-4096083512718848186?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/4096083512718848186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=4096083512718848186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4096083512718848186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4096083512718848186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-because-no-one-is-here.html' title='maybe. because no one is here.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Geq8WEQ2fqQ/SPNq1Bh1YcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Pv3zhp6Ows4/s72-c/imnotthere6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7114689386057876765</id><published>2008-10-12T08:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:53:52.463+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me is somewhat difficult'/><title type='text'>some annoying parts of life.</title><content type='html'>So I have this condition.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in such a country with an amount of frauds that international online sellers, any kind of sellers, DVDs, books, clothes, or whatsoever, have the concern to serve whoever comes from this country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have parents, which, I think, I know quite well, so I know them if they really want to say yes or anyway I made them to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so complicated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please tell me just like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I'm not allowed to buy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-7114689386057876765?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7114689386057876765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7114689386057876765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7114689386057876765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7114689386057876765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-annoying-parts-of-life.html' title='some annoying parts of life.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-6143945255014711591</id><published>2008-10-07T21:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:15:29.552+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Laskar Pelangi? Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Duh, di mana rasa nasionalisme-mu, manusia durhakaaaa...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Udah pengen sekolah ke luar negeri, nilai rapot bahasa inggris lebih bagus daripada bahasa Indonesia, nama blog pake bahasa Inggris, keseringan nulisnya juga pake bahasa Inggris...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngobrol doank yang masih pake bahasa Indonesia. Makan tiap hari juga (biasanya) masih nasi putih kok, nggak makan kentang sering-sering. Pake tempe ato &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;angeun&lt;/span&gt; kacang kok, engga sosis ato steak tiap hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film favorit, masih (dan kayaknya akan selamanya) The Dark Knight, bukan Ayat-Ayat Cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aktor favorit, masih Christian Bale, Heath Ledger, Aaron Eckhart, Gary Oldman, dll kok. Bukan Nicholas Saputra, apalagi Dude Herlino. Idih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aktris, hmm, rada susah nih. Rebecca Hall kali ya. Bukan Dian Sastro, Naysilla Mirdad, dll. Cinta Laura? Ke laut aja sono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Musisi? Coldplay, L'Arc~en~Ciel, Hans Zimmer, James Newton Howard, J.S. Bach. Peterpan? Kalo yang bukan hit singlenya masih bolehlah. Ungu? Ijo dah. Janda bener, ungu. Ahaha. Becanda. Lagu religiusnya yang baru lumayan enak didenger, bassnya enak trus agak crispy dengan bunyi tamborin ato rebana ato kecrekan ato apalah itu...Tapi D'Masiv? Amit-amit, loyo bener punya lagu. Apalagi J-Rocks. Makan nih kaki. *kasih kaki terutama ke vokalisnya yang ngaku-ngaku gak ngefans sama Hyde tapi rambut n cara nyanyinya jiplak Hyde abis*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buku? Macem-macem sih, tapi engga dah kalo teenlit. Gue kalo baca teenlit gampang bosen, jadinya lompat-lompat, dari prolog ke ending, ke tengah, tiga perempat belakang, ke mana-mana dah sampe bingung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Udah banyak nih orang nanyain gue, "Yes, mo nonton Laskar Pelangi gak? Temenin gue yu..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasa penasaran sih ada, tapi gue masih lebih pengen nonton Rescue Dawn-nya Christian Bale. (Kapan ya muncul di Serpong XXI?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cepet kasih gue alasan kenapa gue harus nonton ato baca Laskar Pelangi. Jangan bilang, "Bagus tau, bego lo ga baca/nonton." Kasih gue rinciannya, poin-poinnya kenapa film ato buku ini worthed. He-eh, kayak kalo bikin resensi buku buat tugas sekolah gituuu...pake nilai positif negatifnya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ntar gue kasih payung cantik dah. Ato piring cantik? Cewek cantik? Semua yang cantik gue kasih dah. Dateng aja ke tempat pengambilan hadiah di sebelah tempat penitipan barang, kasih resensinya ke mbak yang pake seragam kuning biru di situ...oce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-6143945255014711591?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/6143945255014711591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=6143945255014711591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6143945255014711591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6143945255014711591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/10/laskar-pelangi-hmm.html' title='Laskar Pelangi? Hmm...'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-2279233090742067037</id><published>2008-09-24T21:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:18:35.820+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me is somewhat difficult'/><title type='text'>Wanna know how I got these scars?</title><content type='html'>Di sekolah lagi ada pelatihan sensitivitas gender yang membosankan. Gue gak tau kenapa kalo sekolah ngadain pelatihan selalu membosankan. Gue sampe speechless. Bukan karena bingung, tapi emang engga menarik untuk ditanyain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah materinya gak penting, atau metodenya gak variatif, atau emang gurunya konservatif. Gue sih udah berusaha memperhatikan dengan baik yaaa...tapi ga tau lah, ngantuk ya ngantuk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we do talk about STEREOTYPES. I hate stereotypes. They won't vanish until I die, I predict. Orang yang pernah jadi maling sekali, sampe akhir juga bakal diteriakin maling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal dulu gue pernah denger khotbah pastur di gereja kalo maling engga akan selamanya jadi maling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu salah satu khotbah yang menyentuh hati gue. Dan hati gue pecah berkeping-keping (ceileeee...lebay abis) menyadari bahwa sedikit sekali orang yang gue kenal dan mendengar khotbah tersebut. Kalo denger pun belom tentu mereka nyadar 'maling' itu adalah gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Pastur! BETUL SEKALI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue dulu sombong, tapi sekarang gue sudah berusaha supaya engga sombong lagi dan emang udah berkurang laaah...jadi kenapa sih, ayo sini temenan sama gue! Senyumin gue balik donk kalo gue senyumin elo! Kalo gue ajak ngomong gue diperhatiin donk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People make mistakes, semua orang pernah donk denger kata-kata itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how I got these scars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-2279233090742067037?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/2279233090742067037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=2279233090742067037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2279233090742067037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2279233090742067037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/09/wanna-know-how-i-got-these-scars.html' title='Wanna know how I got these scars?'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7542846377055884716</id><published>2008-09-16T17:45:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:59:07.760+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me is somewhat difficult'/><title type='text'>you're nothing to me. I'm freaker.</title><content type='html'>I am wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, with these never-ending assignment, tons of exams, three books to read, four movies to watch, three huge torrents to download, and lots of anything else, I still have time to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people look at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is right about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to love myself. Still trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm freaker than her, than anyone else. Of course nothing compare to The Joker, but I know I'm different. Not to say that I'm the only one that differs, but in my society, I am some more. More difficult to handle, more individual, more whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just too sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's no 'freaker' word in dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too serious, ain't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-7542846377055884716?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7542846377055884716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7542846377055884716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7542846377055884716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7542846377055884716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-nothing-to-me-im-freaker.html' title='you&apos;re nothing to me. I&apos;m freaker.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7294270089781077610</id><published>2008-09-06T23:00:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:29:39.950+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>3:10 to Yuma (2007): Time Waits For One Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Geq8WEQ2fqQ/SMuGzTGpKDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/axbbBvd5Tps/s1600-h/yuma5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Geq8WEQ2fqQ/SMuGzTGpKDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/axbbBvd5Tps/s320/yuma5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245434406862661682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Genre: Drama, Western, Remake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Release Date: September 7th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;MPAA Rating: R for violence and some language&lt;br /&gt;Director: James Mangold&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Russell Crowe, Christian Bale, Peter Fonda, Gretchen Mol, Ben Foster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of cowboy movies (actually I don't know what exactly the kind of movie I like).&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an expert movie-reviewer too. Even I'm still too far from a newbie.&lt;br /&gt;But this is one of my favourite movies, so I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a remake of 1957 movie, when it was still black and white. Glenn Ford played Ben Wade, Van Heflin was Dan Evans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this movie, a rancher, Dan Evans (Christian Bale) took a 200-dollars-task to escort a bandit, Ben Wade (Russell Crowe) from Bisbee to Yuma by train. In Yuma, this dangerous man would be taken to the court and might be hanged to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Evans was a poor rancher. He lost a leg in the Civil War. He badly needed that money to make a better living. Besides, he have to save his face in front of his wife, Alice (Gretchen Mol) and his oldest son, William (Logan Lerman) because often William didn't believe his dad to run the family and so did Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course many hazardous events happened. A group of Indians living in the middle of the way there and the threatening gang of Ben Wade, especially Charlie Prince (Ben Foster) was chasing them behind. One by one the party lost its member and only Dan Evans left. The unbelievable confessions between Wade and Evans made everything twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never watched the original one but Russell Crowe did a good job here. His cruelty was bold, and his words that consists of proverbs of the Bible made his character even interesting. Christian Bale as my favourite actor played a family man once again and I LOVE IT. I love his expressions as a dad. Maybe it looked quite odd when a one-legged man run like a usual healthy adult. Maybe he didn't show the abilities a real hawk-eyed shooter has like Crowe did. But he played well to  compeer such a Academy Award winner like Crowe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan Lerman's character was interesting too. Maybe William was very annoying at the first time, but his bravery 'saves his face'. As a rebellious and inexperienced teenager, he didn't trouble the party. I like Lerman's job too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like western movies, such as Unforgiven (1992), watch it. I gave quite-subjective eight point five stars out of ten for this movie. It's worth to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPOILER ALERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I saw Dan Evans died. T_T But finally there, William could convince himself that his dad was a responsible man. He's a man of his word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;Internet Movie Database&lt;/a&gt; for the technical details and the important quotes I've forgot.&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/6648380296562119558-7294270089781077610?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7294270089781077610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7294270089781077610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7294270089781077610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7294270089781077610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/09/310-to-yuma-2007-time-waits-for-one-man.html' title='3:10 to Yuma (2007): Time Waits For One Man'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Geq8WEQ2fqQ/SMuGzTGpKDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/axbbBvd5Tps/s72-c/yuma5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-6604565892201031841</id><published>2008-09-06T22:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:59:58.140+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to business'/><title type='text'>I'm not an agent of chaos, so I work my live in well.</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK FROM LIVE IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to see my mom's car (not being so like a townie, but I like the way it vrooms, the way it moves, the way it comes to me...then I sat inside, it's soooo homey), it's good to see the house the way it stands and everyone inside it, it's good to see the bed, it's good to see everything's still on its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good too, not to bring along the thought that I'm in Gotham Police's wanted list ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not good to see my pencil case is not in its place. My mom set a fire in my room (I mean, clean those piles of junk), so I can't find it till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I accidentally brought the thought that I may be a psycho like Patrick Bateman. And it's quite disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my fasting, when I had such a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Not important. Dreams aren't (always) telling prophecy, right? Especially, I'm no clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iiiih koneksinya jelek banget sih. Padahal gue masih mau nulis banyak nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah taulah gimana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue di Desa Kembang, Gunung Kidul. Di rumah seorang ibu bernama Ibu Gianti dan seorang bapak bernama Bapak Sumedi. Pekerjaan petani. Yeaaa pokoknya gitu daaah. Gue males banget nyeritain lagi soalnya semangat bercerita gue udah terserap habis di sekolah tadi. BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamar mandi ada. Gue mandi bersih, dua kali sehari.&lt;br /&gt;Makanan banyak. Gue engga jadi kurus kok. Emang gue ikut puasa gara-gara ibu angkat gue itu muslim, tapi gue engga turun satu gram pun kok. Maaph yeh.&lt;br /&gt;Tempat tidur kapuk. Gue tetep cukup tidur kok. Sangat berkelebihan bahkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya gitu deh. Yang kagak ada cuman komputer ama internet broadband. Itu yang bikin pikiran gue rada busuk di sana. Gak ada kerjaan. Cuman nulis-nulis beberapa ide cerita, karakter, dll yang tiba-tiba muncul di kepala pas daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya. Yang paling ahoy tuh bisnya. Bis berkapasitas 40-50 orang berkecepatan setara sedan di jalan-jalan kecil berkelok di Jawa. Serasa jet coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulang ke rumah. Ngobrol. Meluk adek kesayangan sampe gepeng. Duduk-duduk. Masak aer. Mandi aer agak hangat karena gue tinggalin tuh ember luber. Huu. Buang-buang aer aja. Sarapan. Nyari-nyari map ijo tempat gue sembunyiin DVD. Ngerapiin DVD. Bikin refleksi di komputer karena kotak pensil gue ilang. Diprint di lembar belakang pertanyaan refleksi. NONTON 3:10 to YUMA sampe nyokap pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DORR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti dah kalo gue mood untuk nyeritain 'nilai-nilai yang gue dapet dari live-in' ato nyeritain bagaimana sapi menikah. Sekarang gue mau bikin review 3:10 to Yuma dulu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-6604565892201031841?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/6604565892201031841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=6604565892201031841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6604565892201031841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6604565892201031841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-not-agent-of-chaos-so-i-work-my-live.html' title='I&apos;m not an agent of chaos, so I work my live in well.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-1755090067526052354</id><published>2008-08-29T22:56:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:10:59.886+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dark knight'/><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>Batman fans, Joker fans, Harvey Dent's fans, or just bored guys around, round, and round the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to open these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whysoserious.com/"&gt;www.whysoserious.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clowntravelagency.com/"&gt;www.clowntravelagency.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more but everything's interesting is all in those two sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examine it closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be shocked. Feel free to laugh out loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I'm leavin' for the live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Jim Gordon's not gonna fiercely knock my door and arrest me, right? I really don't know who to hire if Harvey Dent is opposing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Should've remembered this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-1755090067526052354?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/1755090067526052354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=1755090067526052354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1755090067526052354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1755090067526052354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-1154967196084001270</id><published>2008-08-24T20:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:48:28.760+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed post'/><title type='text'>engga usah dibaca!</title><content type='html'>WOW, gue engga tau harus ngepost apa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini cuma berdasarkan kesadaran gue, yang sudah punya blog yang tentu saja tidak boleh ditelantarkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaan yah? Mau nyeritain gue yang diomelin guru fisika dua hari berturut-turut? *dasar anak ipa durhaka, guru fisika buat anak ipa tuh udah kayak...kayak apa ya? kayak emak lo! idiiiih*&lt;br /&gt;Ato kemaren gue diajak ke Times sama Gebi n ortunya trus ditraktir makan sandwich ala kafe? *naaahhh...sekarang juga elo harus mewartakan kalo ortunya Gebi tuh murah hati! AYO CEPETAN!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARRRRGGGHHH...gue engga tau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-1154967196084001270?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/1154967196084001270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=1154967196084001270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1154967196084001270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1154967196084001270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/08/engga-usah-dibaca.html' title='engga usah dibaca!'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-2737603205458860177</id><published>2008-08-15T22:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:32:41.290+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all I can do is be me whoever that is'/><title type='text'>weird things happened.</title><content type='html'>KANGEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sama siapa?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMA KALIAN SEMUA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*are you for reeaaalll???*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPI GUE ENGGA TAU MAU NULIS APAAAAA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, weird things do happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*such as???*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like, me, being addicted to The Dark Knight including the ACTORS, wallpapers, screensavers, trailers, and whatsoever(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true. It's just...that's not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelanggan Telkom Speedy pasti tau...kalo mulai jam 8 malem sampe 8 pagi internet gratis. Yang gak tau rugi. Dan akibatnya gue pasti begadang, bobo di atas jam 11. Yeah. HAPPY DOWNLOADING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besoknya, ya ngantuk lah. Belom kerasa aneh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue jarang bobo di kelas, paling seumur SMA baru 5 kali. Ketauan guru sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga kali gue bangun karena ada yang menepuk bahu gue. Selalu dua kali, di bahu kanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gue tau siapa orangnya sih gak masalah. Masalahnya adalah, gue engga liat ada muka iseng di kiri kanan, depan belakang. Semuanya pasti lagi serius dengerin ato nekunin buku (yeaaa...cuma elo yang tidur).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's that, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O iya...satu hal lagi. Kemaren, meski ulangan Fisika menghadang, gue dengan paniknya pengen nonton Howl's Moving Castle dengan dub English tentunya ('cause Christian Bale is Howl there!) dan gue engga menemukan dvd itu di manapun, bersama 4 dvd lainnya yang baru aja gue jarah (engga sih, gue bayar kok). Gue emang punya penyakit gini; suatu barang yang baru aja gue dapatkan, sangat adorable, sangat berharga, gue simpen di sebuah 'treasure chest' yang sakign amannya gue pun engga bisa menemukannya. GUE LUPA GUE SIMPEN DI MANA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus hari ini gue menemukannya di sebelah dvd player dengan mudah. Maksud gue, hari ini dengan mudah, kemarennya (tentu gue juga udah ngubek-ngubek di sebelah dvd player!) gue sampe ampir pingin nangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like someone had took it from the place where I save-deposit-box it, then returned it on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It's just being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-2737603205458860177?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/2737603205458860177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=2737603205458860177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2737603205458860177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2737603205458860177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird-things-happened.html' title='weird things happened.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-626046236677661045</id><published>2008-08-02T17:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:25:46.652+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all I can do is be me whoever that is'/><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>Cuma pengen bilang ini...daripada keburu lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini nyokap n cici gue ke Bandung, ada keperluan. Gue ada vocational test gila di sekolah, bokap juga sakit, makanya gue, bokap, and adek gue ditinggal di rumah aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira-kira dua jam setelah gue pulang sekolah, intro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trouble&lt;/span&gt;-nya Coldplay pun berbunyi, terdengar dari hape gue. Ternyata nyokap. Ngomong sebentar sama gue, trus nyokap pun minta ngomong sama bokap. Setelah bokap menutup telepon, gue baru menyadari ada yang rada engga enak dari wallpaper hape gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Idih, siapa nih? Jelek banget!"&lt;br /&gt;"(dalem hati malah pengen ngakak) Masa sih? Cakep ah!"&lt;br /&gt;"Jelek banget!"&lt;br /&gt;"Mending majang foto Papi gitu?"&lt;br /&gt;Bokap cuman mesem-mesem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah yang ada di wallpaper hape gue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak sodara-sodara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu, bokap minjem komputer, pengen denger rekaman black box Adam Air katanya (katanya sih serem, merinding dll tapi gue engga denger apa-apa...kresek kresek doang...gimana dong?). Trus karena bokap engga ngerti pake Mozilla , jadinya malah ngeklik foto berjudul 'machinist' di download windownya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka muncullah foto adegan Christian Bale yang udah bonyok mukanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berasa malu gue. Gimana yah dalem pikiran bokap gue? Anak ceweknya suka foto orang babak belur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-626046236677661045?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/626046236677661045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=626046236677661045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/626046236677661045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/626046236677661045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-2075712121354893195</id><published>2008-08-01T11:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:50:28.982+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all I can do is be me whoever that is'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yaaaa...gue pengen ngepost tapi gue enggak tahu mau ngomong apa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, berhubung &lt;a href="http://ijotaiitucinta.blogspot.com"&gt;Gebi&lt;/a&gt; juga baru ngepost tentang love and relationship, gue juga mau ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama kali gue meng-idolize seorang seleb adalah, saat gue masih kecil, pas album Westlife yang paling pertama keluar. Gue mengidolakan salah satu personil boyband itu. Siapa namanya sekarang gue udah lupa. Yeah. Gue masih rada malu ngungkapinnya nih. Namanya juga masih kecil. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua kalinya muncullah manusia bernama HYDE. Dari Animonster gue melihat dia pertama kali. Waktu itu cici gue emang baru beli album SMILE (L'Arc~en~Ciel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, pemirsa. Dia imut sekali. Suaranya juga keren. Biarpun beliau memiliki kekurangan dalam tinggi badan dan tahun depan genap berumur 40 tahun, tapi beliau ini masih terlihat energik dan ceria (kalo engga mau dibilang iseng).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue heran mengapa ketika remaja yang lain menyukai cowok-cowok remaja juga, kayak yang di Johnny's Jr (YamaP dkk), High School Musical (Zac Efron dll), atau Chad Michael Murray, atau siapapun itulah lawan mainnya Hillary Duff, Amanda Bynes, blah blah blah, gue malah menyukai om-om aneh (dirajam sama HYDEist yang lain) yang sudah menikah dan punya anak gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seiring waktu berjalan, gue mulai deket sama movie-freak bernama Georgine Bianca Avella Sahetapy a.k.a. Gebi. Gue emang udah punya channel HBO dari dulu, and kadang-kadang gue emang suka nyatet-nyatet jadwal film. Dan makhluk yang sering engga bisa berhenti ketawa ini menyemangati gue untuk "Nonton ini Yes, bagus! Yang ini juga! SEMUANYA YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gebi said, "When did I say that to you? Silly.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah kira-kira begitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari, kayaknya ini lewat sms deh,&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Geb, minggu ini ada film...The Prestige. Bagus engga yah?"&lt;br /&gt;Gebi: "BAGOES! Bagus banget! Nonton deh Yes, LU HARUS NONTON!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka gue pun menonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. IT'S COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namanya cewek, yang diliat duluan biasanya aktor-aktornya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama gue naksirnya Hugh Jackman. Gebi dengan berapi-api (kami berdua kalo ngomongin film pasti sampe ampir ngebakar sekolah) bilang, "Christian Bale dong, Christian Bale!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue nonton tuh film 3 kali. Sampe apal dialognya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you watching closely?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu salah satu tagline yang gue suka, engga kalah sama "Why so serious?" (The Dark Knight). Juga "All I can do is be me. Whoever that is." (tagline I'm Not There, juga quote Bob Dylan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue makin melihat juga, Christian Bale lebih keren. Gue suka banget ekspresi dia pas dia melakukan sulap bola di depan anak perempuannya, seolah bener-bener janji kalo dia bakal keluar dari penjara dan engga meninggalkan anaknya. Itu 'bapak' banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus akhirnya gue inget, dulu Batman Begins juga pernah diputar di HBO, sekarang belom diputar lagi, dan pemerannya adalah: CHRISTIAN BALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gebi, seperti biasa bawa-bawa korek api (kan berapi-api, remember? Ngga tau kenapa gue jadi jayus gini) sebelom ngobrolin film sama gue, memberi informasi kalo The Dark Knight rilis sekitar Juli. Gue jadi ikut bersemangat nonton film superhero yang biasanya gue engga suka (biasanya gue cuman nonton Spider-Man aja, engga deh kalo Superman ato Batman) karena Christian Bale main jadi Bruce Wayne di situ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka tanggal 18 Juli gue nonton di bioskop, setelah sekian lama. Kedua kalinya tanggal 25 Juli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya gue ngumpulin foto HYDE, sekarang ganti jadi Christian Bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesamaan dari dua orang itu adalah, umurnya lebih dari 30 dan sudah berkeluarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-2075712121354893195?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/2075712121354893195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=2075712121354893195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2075712121354893195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/2075712121354893195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/08/yaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-6115647159120411506</id><published>2008-07-28T20:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:29:58.781+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when I&apos;m bored'/><title type='text'>ngga jelas siiiihhh...</title><content type='html'>Sedikit intermezzo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngetik posting ini sambil nonton Super Twins di Indosiar. Pongky bilang, kalo soal power nyanyi, ukuran 1 sampe 10, Agnes Monica 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DUABELAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAUHUAHAUHAHUAHEUAHEOHOHO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke. Itu engga penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue cuma seneng aja ada yang setuju sama gue soal Agnes Monica. Bukannya benci, tapi emang kalo dia nyanyi bukannya menghibur malah bikin capek. Too emotional for me. Gue emang suka yang polos-polos aja. Natural gitu loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue mau ngomongin apa yah hari ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga ada apa-apa sih sebenernya. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about Christian Bale. Is he okay playing with his weight like that? 55 kilos in The Machinist, and in six months he reached about 100 kilos because he was directly called for Batman Begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-6115647159120411506?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/6115647159120411506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=6115647159120411506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6115647159120411506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6115647159120411506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/07/sedikit-intermezzo-gue-ngetik-posting.html' title='ngga jelas siiiihhh...'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-3845817375074351698</id><published>2008-07-27T21:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:00:24.508+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me is somewhat difficult'/><title type='text'>movies...movies...movies...reshowing in my head</title><content type='html'>Here is the negative effect of watching good movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I really want to waste time watching it over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I really want to waste money buying every merchandise of it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like crazy looking for another inspiring movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel such unproductive these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers, give me lessons or maybe I can't devour even one thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-3845817375074351698?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/3845817375074351698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=3845817375074351698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/3845817375074351698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/3845817375074351698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/07/moviesmoviesmoviesreshowing-in-my-head.html' title='movies...movies...movies...reshowing in my head'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-8361128304807558180</id><published>2008-07-23T17:47:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:52:39.635+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>kenapa sih serius banget?</title><content type='html'>emaaak...christian bale ganteeeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DARK KNIGHT WAJIB NONTON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else I can say? Joker is the best villain ever, successfully beat Light Yagami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---MENGANDUNG BANYAK SPOILER, BEWARE---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya juga perfect, mengaduk-aduk perasaan orang, dan menunjukkan kalo Batman itu sangat manusia (ya siapa juga yang bilang bukan). Dia luka, dia patah hati, dia bingung, bla bla bla...akhirnya film superhero yang manusiawi, selaen Spiderman. Tadinya gue engga suka sama Batman soalnya banyak banget adegan ceweknya jatuh dari lantai sekian sebuah gedung dan ditangkep sama Batman. Bikin bosen aja. Kebanyakan ceweknya. Ini film judulnya 'Batman' apa 'Ceweknya Batman'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di The Dark Knight, seenaknya aja tu Rachel Dawes dibikin mati. Bagus, Mas Nolan. Nyeh nyeh nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peralatannya lebih keren! Kostumnya lebih keren, engga menonjolkan 'bo, itu kolor di luar'. Tapi emang sayangnya mobilnya kurang keren, kurang dilap jadi rada-rada debuan gimanaaa gitu. Tapi keliatan banget emang menonjolkan manfaat. Badak abis. Tapi akhirnya ancur juga sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delapan jempol (buset, punya siapa aja tuh?) buat Heath Ledger. Bener-bener villain berkelas. He's born to be a terrorist. Bener-bener bikin Batman capek. Yak, yang bikin gue sebel cuma itu. Kasian Batmannya capek, harus beredar di berbagai tempat, yang kalo bisa di waktu yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya bintang lima deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue mau posternya Joker yang dia nulis di kaca, "Why so serious?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-8361128304807558180?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/8361128304807558180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=8361128304807558180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/8361128304807558180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/8361128304807558180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/07/kenapa-sih-serius-banget.html' title='kenapa sih serius banget?'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5859393151697667678</id><published>2008-07-16T20:47:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:50:24.084+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my career in the science class'/><title type='text'>it's school. the old school.</title><content type='html'>Gue ini udah berubah jadi tipe orang yang ngga mudah membenci orang. Sejak lama. Sejak lima ratus tahun yang lalu. Ehm, maksud gue sejak kelas 2 es-de. Salah lagi. Sejak kelas 2 SMA. Jadi, jika Anda melihat saya menjauh dari Anda, jangan berpikir Anda sudah hilang kesempatan menjadi fans saya...saya hanya...ngeri kali yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, gue mulai bisa mengontrol diri gue supaya engga judge somebody by his/her skin. Ya biarin aja seseorang ingin jadi seperti itu, semenyebalkan itu, semurah hati itu, sebrengsek itu, secentil itu, semenjengkelkan itu, blah blah blah. Sejauh orang itu tidak mendekati gue dan membuat gue meledak ya gue biarkan saja. Kalo tu orang bikin gue kesel ya baru gue bertindak, tapi sejauh yang gue perlukan aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agak cuek emang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in this science class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan wali kelas yang begitu. Dua-duanya gue enggak pewe. Yang satu ngajarnya lompat-lompat (bukannya dia ngajar sambil aerobik) maksud gue, ngga sistematis, dan yang satu lagi, suaranya kayak dia lagi ngajar di kutub dan gue di arab (kenapa juga mesti kutub dan arab? well...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan teman-teman yang begitu. Banyak yang gue seumur idup belom pernah sekelas sama mereka, sekarang bermunculan. Siapa ini, siapa itu...Hehe, maafkan saya yang kuper ini, teman-teman. I'll try to know you all, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan ruangan kelas yang begitu. Di lantai tiga. Pegel. *dasar males*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan seragam yang begitu. Lengan pendek apa lengan panjang nih bu? Ato si ibu salah ngejahitin ya? Wah...inget-inget ya bu, yang namanya yessica engga suka nyolong, jadi tangannya tidak panjang...eh itu kiasan yak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kapasitas otak yang begini. I'm trying not to hate myself. Still trying. Haha, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, nggak apa-apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa, kurang gede?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enggak apa-apa, teman-teman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KITA PASTI BISA LULUS DENGAN NILAI YANG INDAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue banyak bersyukur, banyak temen maen gue di sini. Kecuali makhluk yang hendak nonton betmen bersama saya tanggal 18 Juli. Kapan kita sekelas ya? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juga guru-guru yang sebelomnya belom pernah mengajar gue, akhirnya di tahun terakhir Anda bertemu dengan manusia ribet ini. Berjuang ya, pak, bu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman rilis di Indonesia tanggal 16, 17, ato 18 sih???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin tuh kalo syuting video klip suka ngacir pas interlude trus buru-buru lari ke mike pas interludenya abis yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5859393151697667678?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5859393151697667678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5859393151697667678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5859393151697667678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5859393151697667678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-school-old-school.html' title='it&apos;s school. the old school.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-8265358050199622236</id><published>2008-07-10T15:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:31:35.140+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the holiday'/><title type='text'>yessica is now in the office.</title><content type='html'>Yeah mustinya gue nulis di sini, "Yessica is out of the office." supaya ga ada yang kangen gue kayak gini...huehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was out for holiday, out for wasting money, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, ini salah satu dari sangat sedikit sifat gue sebagai cewek, yaitu soaping. He, maap, cowok juga suka soaping. Maksud gue, shopping. Liat buku, ato kaos-kaos warna-warni (but say no to giordano and all his friends, say yes to no problem brand), ato cd musik, langsung menggila. Gue beli banyak sekali kaos dan dua celana pendek. Maklum kata nyokap baju gue udah pada butut. Tapi buku ngga mungkin, gue bisa diomelin. Masa' udah mau sekolah beli novel. CD musik juga ngga mungkin seenaknya, 'cuman' satu Viva La Vida aja. Belinya di HMV Singapore, dan di situ semuanya ada. Ngga ada lah tuh yang cuman satu biji dan udah ampir busuk. Semuanya masih tampak baru dan mengkilap. Maklum, 3 lantai. Jepang, Korea, Mandarin, Barat, pop, rock, classic, semuanya ada. Nah yang belom gue liat sih cuman album band Ungu, misalnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toko musik n film mana di indo yang bisa kayak gini? Eh, tapi compare to Bangkok and Singapore, I still love Indonesia karena biarpun ngga lengkap tapi toko musik dan toko buku hampir pasti ada di mal, WC dan tempat sampahnya juga lebih banyak. Lha di Singapur udah ngga boleh littering, tempat sampahnya juga dikiiiiiit banget. But the healthy thing is, everybody is walking to everywhere. Atau naik MRT. Jujur aja, budaya MRT selain mengurangi polusi dan kemacetan, juga bikin orang ngga mungkin lelet. Gue baru mau masuk udah kedengeran, "Doors are closing. Piip piip piip piiiip..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asik tuh kalo punya MRT di sini. Gue bisa ke mana pun sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mungkin susah ya bikin MRT di Jakarta. Biarpun disediain dana, ntar pasti kerasanya mahal soalnya banyak banget yang masuk kantong sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything is expensive out there, so gue masih cinta Indonesia kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Indonesia juga jemuran cepet kering! Halah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Viva La Vida strikingly cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-8265358050199622236?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/8265358050199622236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=8265358050199622236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/8265358050199622236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/8265358050199622236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/07/yessica-is-now-in-office.html' title='yessica is now in the office.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5752126941816968060</id><published>2008-06-13T14:35:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:44:12.777+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my career in the science class'/><title type='text'>bersyukur pada TUHAN...</title><content type='html'>GUE RANKING 19 LHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitu aja seneng. Humh. Ya seneng lah. Gue sempet punya pikiran gue engga naek kelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya, officially, gue udah jadi pelajar kelas XII IPA sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the other perdition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: ada yang bersedia membawa gue ke Gramedia Lippo Karawaci sekarang? O ya, emang cheat Battle Realms cuman 1 yach? Kasih tau gue dooonggg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5752126941816968060?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5752126941816968060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5752126941816968060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5752126941816968060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5752126941816968060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/06/bersyukur-pada-tuhan.html' title='bersyukur pada TUHAN...'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-454619287928052087</id><published>2008-06-10T17:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:44:34.629+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my career in the science class'/><title type='text'>detik-detik menuju pembagian rapor (nan laknat)</title><content type='html'>kayaknya udah lamaaaa...banget ulangan umum itu berlalu. Tanggal berapa yaaa? *ngintip agenda* Ooh, tanggal 24 Mei kemaren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have wasted fourteen days for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emangnya nyiapin rapor segitu lamanya yah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue PASTI NAEK KELAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-454619287928052087?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/454619287928052087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=454619287928052087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/454619287928052087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/454619287928052087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/06/detik-detik-menuju-pembagian-rapor-nan.html' title='detik-detik menuju pembagian rapor (nan laknat)'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5716790873039744433</id><published>2008-06-03T18:09:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:40:34.079+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><title type='text'>HENTIKAN DEMONSTRASI DI JALAN RAYA</title><content type='html'>polar bear's sinking&lt;br /&gt;people're hating&lt;br /&gt;sun's raging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cape dah gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(orang BSD pasti ngerti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari BSD Junction, u-turnnya udah diblokir. Dari situ gue harus muter sampe ke pom bensin n showroom mobil. Terus dan terus, sampe ke ruko golden boulevard, dan itu DALAM KEADAAN MACET. Penyebabnya? Orang-orang baris, bawa spanduk, bawa motor, pake jaket warna oranye. Entahlah siapa itu. Gue gak peduli. Pulangnya, dari depan gerbang puspita loka (ke arah tol pondok indah) sampe ke perempatan lampu merah sanur juga MACET. Kalo yang ini gue engga tau kenapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak kapan ada demo di BSD???&lt;br /&gt;"Sejak hari ini..." &lt;--- itu cici gue yang ngetik.&lt;br /&gt;"VAMPS kereenn....!!!" &lt;---itu kata cici gue juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak lanjut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TURUNKAN BBM..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORI YEEE...sini BSD bukan Jakarte! Di sini tuh cuman ada pengusaha real estate yang tukang ngebabat pohon! Ga ada tuh yang bisa nurun-nurunin BBM! Berasa bener demo di sini? Coba pikirin dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagian, elo demo--&gt;jalanan macet--&gt;konsumsi BBM makin tinggi. Demo itu engga memecahkan masalah! Engga kasian sama nyokap gue yang nyetirin, nginjek pedal gas, kopling, n rem sampe pegel n bosen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kawan-kawan, hentikanlah demo di jalan raya! Demo itu tidak efektif! Bikin macet, panas, kulit item, ngabisin air minum, kalo bentrok bisa banyak yang mati...taruhannya nyawa bo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue engga melarang demo di sekolah loh! Terutama di saat-saat seperti ini! Mungutin daun, sobekin kecil-kecil...berasa penting??? Engga kenal teknologi sapu, pengki, n chopper???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5716790873039744433?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5716790873039744433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5716790873039744433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5716790873039744433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5716790873039744433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/06/hentikan-demonstrasi-di-jalan-raya.html' title='HENTIKAN DEMONSTRASI DI JALAN RAYA'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5452824335842791715</id><published>2008-05-26T18:32:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:54:27.342+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my career in the science class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when I deal with others'/><title type='text'>a warning sign.</title><content type='html'>Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue engga bermaksud sombong tapi kalo nemuin orang yang -piiip- yang sekaligus sotoy abis gue bener-bener gregetan. Pengen gue goreng tepung. Terus gue bagiin ke fakir miskin dan anak terlantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huaduuuuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini gue engga ngerasa bener-bener boring sampe niat menumbuhkan beberapa tudung jamur di atas kepala, soalnya gue ngedengerin sambil ngegambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niat banget sih tu orang berdua ngejelasin materi ngga penting begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that communication skill is not necessary, but please please please PLEASE, be nice to us, f*ckin' school! Anugerahilah kami yang lelah dan berbeban berat ini dengan fasilitator atau apapun lah itu namanya yang AGAK SEDIKIT RUPAWAN. Anjrit gue bosen ngeliat muka-muka yang itu-itu lagi di sekolah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya gue pengen bikin episode sinetron yang baru, gue cuman pengen liat muka-muka yang lebih seger dan enak diliat! Cuman biar enak diliat! Bukan enak dimakan! Just for eye candies! Okay, an eye candy is enough! But place him in my class, dear God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena itu seharian gue kebanyakan nunduk ke buku tulis pelatihan yang udah penuh dengan gambar cowok-cowok dan cewek-cewek rupawan. Gue males cabutin jamur yang mungkin tumbuh kalo gue liatin mereka berdua. Euh. Pasti sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak sekarang gue akan bercerita tentang the famous Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya Peter, Susan, Edmund, dan Lucy balik lagi ke Narnia setelah setahun (tahunnya dunia manusia) lamanya. Ternyata di Narnia udah berlalu ratusan tahun, dan Narnia hancur dijajah bangsa Telmarine. Who the hell is this Prince Caspian? He's Telmarine's prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, dia bilang dengan sombongnya ke Centaurus dkk pas dia ketangkep di ruang bawah tanah apalah itu namanya (iya, iya, entar gue baca dah bukunya) kalo dia tuh pangeran di atas tanah ini! Iya ganteng, sabar! Gue juga tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER ALERT: bagi yang belom nonton the Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, jangan baca bagian ini, ntar nyesel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagian-bagian yang ngga lucu tapi dilucu-lucuin sama gue n mai bespren Gebi tuh terutama bagian Peter berantem one-on-one sama si Miraz yang bertopeng zirah untuk melindungi jenggot segitiganya itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngebayangin kalo Pete salah nebas, kenanya jenggot segitiga Miraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAARGGGH! JENGGOT GUE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus dia tersungkur. KO. Teng teng teng. Victory for Peter the Magnificent. Berasa tinju gak sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa itu cuma bayangan gue. Tidak usah dipikirkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas Peter nusuk Miraz di keteknya (kenapa juga di ketek?), Gebi tuh langsung bilang, "Hmmh. Puas tuh kena ketek lo. Makan tuh ketek!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue lanjutin, "Puas lo! Ketek lo tinggal satu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gebi ngakak ngga bisa berhenti. Padahal kami berdua nonton di bioskop, bukan di local home theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaknya tuh kami emang sukses ngeganggu kiri kanan kami di bioskop. Udah sering banget sebelah kanan gue nengok ke samping kirinya, yaitu gue, geleng-geleng kepala. Berasa nonton bareng cewek-cewek primitip, mbak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GANTEEEENGGGG..."&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, si Edmund tuh liat! Dewasa banget..."&lt;br /&gt;"Caspian donk! ANJRITTT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Berantemnya keren abis! Strateginya oke!"&lt;br /&gt;"It is so LOTR! Emang Lewis sama Tolkien tuh sahabatan, tapi kan ngga usah ngopi gitu!*jeger, pohon-pohon yang di LOTR namanya treebeard itu memanjangkan akar lalu menghancurkan sebuah catapult*"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's new!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's something new!"&lt;br /&gt;"Mereka sering ngobrol kale, 'Bo', kemaren gue masukin treebeard di novel gue loh!' Lewis jawab, 'Eh iya, ya bo', lucu juga kali yeee...gue juga akh!'"&lt;br /&gt;Sejak kapan mereka berdua banci?&lt;br /&gt;"'Cewek gue!'"&lt;br /&gt;"'Cowok gue!'"&lt;br /&gt;"Liat, kayak pas Arwen manggil air! *the water figure of Neptune called by Aslan lift the bridge*"&lt;br /&gt;"That's new!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that's something new!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakakakakakakak...gue aja sama cici gue belum tentu sesinting itu. Maap ya mbak-mas kiri kanan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5452824335842791715?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5452824335842791715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5452824335842791715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5452824335842791715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5452824335842791715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/05/warning-sign.html' title='a warning sign.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5387294851903834405</id><published>2008-05-25T06:40:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:32:28.272+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me is somewhat difficult'/><title type='text'>being embarassed is somewhat difficult</title><content type='html'>Humm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya udah pengen ngepost dari kemaren malem, tapi keduluan sama cici gue...biasa laah...kaka adek suka berantem...kebetulan kali ini gue kalah (apa sih???)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren gue diundang ke pesta ulang tahun seorang cewe imut yang tidak akan gue sebutkan namanya demi melindungi masa depannya yang masih cerah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue yang urat malunya masih kenceng banget terpasang (bahkan ada banyak) mengalami pembusukan masa depan di situ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan, bukan karena gue abisin makanannya sampe ngejiletin sendok sayur dan tempat makanannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan juga karena gue saking imutnya langsung ditembak sama seorang cowok ganteng di depan umum tapi gue tolak langsung sebelom dia ngomong karena gue ingin menjadi suster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi karena dua orang MC gila yang ngerjain gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita samarkan nama MC yang pertama dengan sebutan MCK (bukan, bukan mandi cuci kakus meskipun tampangnya kayak cleaning service, tapi singkatan dari Master of Ceremony yang Kurus), dan yang satunya lagi dengan sebutan MCAK (bukan, bukan mandi n cuci ampe kurus tapi Master of Ceremony yang AGAK Kurus). Kenapa gue samarkan? Karena besok pun mereka akan gue sembelih lalu dibagikan untuk fakir miskin dan anak terlantar...*ketawa setan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa pasti pesta ultah sweet seventeen pake mc yang usil dan gila, supaya seru. Entah permainan yang pake joged-joged, ngelepas baju buat dijejerin, gini gitu lah. And I always never be a part of that. Gue kan bukan orang yang suka keramaian. Dan biasanya nasib mendukung gue, gue ngga pernah ketangkep sama mc sinting yang lagi nyari korban secara random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-maaf kalo ada kata-kata yang ngga persis, gue punya kelainan mengingat sesuatu hanya dalam dua puluh detik-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaa...sekarang kita pengen cari seorang cewek yang agak sedikit cantik tapi juga menawan..."&lt;br /&gt;Gue sih tenang aja. Bukan karena gue nyadar gue tuh cuman cowok yang salah dress code--bukannya karena malam itu gue kira semi formal tuh termasuk cross dressing--tapi karena gue emang biasanya ngga akan kepilih urusan gitu-gituan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeh...tiba-tiba tangan gue digaet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu dia nangkep seorang ibu seumuran nyokap gue juga (sebelumnya dia udah ngejaring (???) seorang cowok lain). Lalu ditanyain nama, terus umur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umur berapa?" tanya si MCAK ke si cowok.&lt;br /&gt;"Tujuh belas."&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm. Kamu? Umur berapa?"&lt;br /&gt;Ya gue jawab, "Tujuh belas."&lt;br /&gt;"BOHOOOOONG...kamu baru keluar dari playgroup kan?"&lt;br /&gt;Kata si MCK, "Iya, dia kan gurunya."&lt;br /&gt;MCAK bilang, "Umur 25 dooong...wakakakakaka..."&lt;br /&gt;Gue mangap. Trus dia beralih ke si tante pede.&lt;br /&gt;"Tante, bilang tujuh belas tahun ke atas! Iya kan!"&lt;br /&gt;"TUJUH BELAS TAHUN KE ATAS!"&lt;br /&gt;Ya oloh. Dia nyolong semanget gue.&lt;br /&gt;"Naaah...kalo gitu permainannya gini...kalian jangan ada yang mikir begituan yaaaa..."&lt;br /&gt;"Kalo saya angkat tangan kayak gini...kalian harus bilang 'aah...'"&lt;br /&gt;Rahang gue jatoh. Ngga bisa balik lagi. Ngga ada yang lebih 'sopan' apa?&lt;br /&gt;"Kalo ke dada, bilangnya 'oooh...'Kalo ke...emmm...di sini..."&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, sebelom selangkangan..."&lt;br /&gt;"Bilangnya 'yeah...'"&lt;br /&gt;Gue berusaha untuk berpikir bahwa pertama tuh dia abis minum teh botol, trus seger karena teh botolnya dingin, trus karena minumnya satu krat sekaligus, langsung pengen pipis.&lt;br /&gt;"Trus turun lagi..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ke paha..."&lt;br /&gt;"Bilangnya 'eeuuu...'"&lt;br /&gt;Kayaknya rahang gue udah engga bisa diselametin lagi. Gue harus menyeretnya ke mana pun gue pergi.&lt;br /&gt;Entah karena muka gue yang engga tampang seventeen ato emang tu MC disuruh bahkan emang niat banget ngerjain gue, gue yang duluan.&lt;br /&gt;Dan suara gue engga keluar sama sekali. Udah grogi, kayaknya gue emang polos deh. Well. Whatever. Sedangkan kontestan lainnya dengan senang hati menuruti kedua MC sinting itu.&lt;br /&gt;Yang jelas gue MALU ABIS...rasanya muka gue mau gue gigit-gigit trus gue hanyutin di sungai Huang Ho...(kenapa juga harus Huang Ho???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;engga gue engga marah kok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engga gue engga tersinggung kok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;engga gue juga enggak pengen NGEBACOK kok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nyembunyiin golok di belakang punggung*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I love you, oh bukan, Prince Caspian is really a prince! Drop dead gorgeous!!! I soooo love the term 'prince' (duile...)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5387294851903834405?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5387294851903834405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5387294851903834405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5387294851903834405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5387294851903834405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-embarassed-is-somewhat-difficult.html' title='being embarassed is somewhat difficult'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-3963401893149296092</id><published>2008-05-16T21:49:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:18:30.553+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholic me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminescence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldplay'/><title type='text'>don't panic</title><content type='html'>NGANTUUUUKKKK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tetep pengen ngepost...&lt;br /&gt;betewe, cici gue lagi di rumah. bawa komik banyak. hahahahahahak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir-akhir ini, seperti yang pemirsa ketahui, gue lagi suka Coldplay (yaaa...cici gue pasti bingung, mengingat gue n cici gue dulu barengan hobinya sama musik J-Rock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini lagu yang, gue rasa, waktu gue masih kecil, gue masih punya MTV, gue pernah liat video klipnya. This song sounds familiar. Berasa muda gitu deeeeh...huehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don’t Panic&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bones sinking like stones&lt;br /&gt;all that we fought for&lt;br /&gt;homes places we've grown&lt;br /&gt;all of us are done for&lt;br /&gt;and we live in a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;yeah we do, yeah we do&lt;br /&gt;we live in a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bones sinking like stones&lt;br /&gt;all that we fought for&lt;br /&gt;homes places we've grown&lt;br /&gt;all of us are done for&lt;br /&gt;and we live in a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;yeah we do, yeah we do&lt;br /&gt;we live in a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we live in a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;yeah we do, yeah we do&lt;br /&gt;we live in a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;oh all that I know&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing here to run from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'cos yeah everybody here's got somebody to lean on&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Liriknya simpel, video klipnya animasi yang agak kaku, tapi ngga berkesan jelek, malah alami banget. Meskipun itu release tahun 2000, tapi gue ngerasa kita emang sedang melihat 'dunia kita yang indah', turunnya hujan, banjirnya, kembang-kembang apinya, cerobong asap pabrik,  kincir-kincir angin, mobil, segala riuh rendahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue nangkepnya sih gini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dunia kita masih cukup indah, jangan panik."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunia emang indah. Coba liat ke langit deh. Engga cuma saat cerah, tapi juga saat mendung, hujan (ati-ati mata lo kemasukan aer hujan), atau menyengat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumi, atau, dunia, kamu sedang apa sih? Kamu engga sedang menangis sedih kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think I've saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu-lagu jaman gue kecil emang bagus-bagus, simpel banget, tapi ngga berkesan 'males ditambahin apa-apa lagi', emang udah cukupnya aja begitu. Bandingin ama yang sekarang, gue jujur, L'Arc aja gue lebih suka yang dulu. Kayaknya sekarang semuanya tentang uang, uang, dan uang, dan kita semua tunduk pada uang. Musik aja kudu nurutin pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa gue baru suka Coldplay sekarang yah???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-3963401893149296092?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/3963401893149296092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=3963401893149296092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/3963401893149296092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/3963401893149296092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-panic.html' title='don&apos;t panic'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5565533130290665036</id><published>2008-05-15T18:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:23:17.975+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my career in the science class'/><title type='text'>nilai, nilai, dan NILAI...</title><content type='html'>huy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya besok ngga ada ulangan ato tugas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe-er colouring gue a.k.a. batik fungsi, udah selesai, say bye-bye to laporan praktikum yang terakhir udah selesai kemaren siang (yaah masih ada sih praktikum di kelas tiga, tapi setidaknya sekarang bisa melupakan dulu sebentar), tugas tambahan fisika ampir selesai, remed fisika dan kimia akan gue rampungkan sekaligus besok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren itu hari yang bener-bener surprising, meledak-ledak, nggak kalah dengan perasaan abis naek roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu; soal ulangan biologi yang penuh dengan kerancuan. Anak-anak pada berisik banget, ribut semuanya pengen jawabannya dibenerin. Gue sih maklum kalo tuh guru jadi pengen banget keluar dari kelas gue. Gue ngga peduli siapa yang salah sih. Udahlaaaah...ambisius bener.&lt;br /&gt;Dua; ulangan fisika yang gue dapet 8 aja udah hepi. Tapi tebak gue dapet berapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPULUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engga, gue engga sejenius itu! Gue juga engga abis menukar otak gue dengan otak Bernoulli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya karena sesuatu hal yang tidak bisa dijelaskan (bilang aja lo engga merhatiin pas dijelasin! yeah...right), biasanya total skor dibagi sepuluh (contoh: bener 100 dibagi 10 jadi nilainya 10), tapi sekarang jadi cuman dibagi 8,9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Gue bukannya baru dapet pencerahan...dari 'dewa' Ludwig Boltzmann...tapi banyak kesalahan gue cukup sedikit jadi dibagi 8,9 bisa dapet 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a big boost to my scores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si bapak-guru-berwajah-entah-serius-atau-kaku-atau-bahkan-baru-dioperasi-plastik-jadi-ngga-boleh-digerakin,  sampe bilang ke gue, "Selamat, dapet 10."&lt;br /&gt;Tentu aja rahang gue jatoh dan ngga bisa balik waktu itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GOD ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5565533130290665036?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5565533130290665036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5565533130290665036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5565533130290665036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5565533130290665036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/05/nilai-nilai-dan-nilai.html' title='nilai, nilai, dan NILAI...'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7614439036977526098</id><published>2008-05-11T14:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:28:57.826+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when I&apos;m bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my birthday'/><title type='text'>lonely weekend</title><content type='html'>GILA, BOSEEEEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enaknya ngapain yah? Tadi gue chatting sama temen sambil ngelindur terus sampe di-'woi!' berkali-kali...seolah dia pengen ngeguncang bahu gue keras-keras...ato dia mau banting gue supaya gue sadar???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigit orang, dimarahin. Bobo, ngga ngantuk. Internetan, mahal (lha sekarang lo lagi ngapain?). Makan pete, bau. Loncatin pager, ngapain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngga asoy banget sih wiken ngga ke mana-mana...biasanya sih gue clubbing, shopping, (!!!) tapi lagi bokek nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentar lagi gue tujuh belasan nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya, yang tarik tambang ituuuuh...panjat pinang ituuuuh...trus lomba makan kerupuk n bawa kelereng pake sendok yang digigit! (^^;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA ENGGA LAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang pestanya di tepi kolam renang ituh, pake pop band yang nyanyinya lagu-lagu nidji n letto dkk, trus the birthday girl pake bustier baby pink dengan rok megar berpayet yang panjangnya nyapu lantai...trus pake tiara berlian bo'ong dan high heels 9 senti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LAGI-LAGI) YA ENGGA LAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons why I will not hold a birthday party like that:&lt;br /&gt;Satu; gue engga suka lagu-lagu yang liriknya ingusan gitu,&lt;br /&gt;Dua; image gue bisa ancur berkeping-keping kalo gue pake bustier warna baby pink. Entar besoknya di sekolah gue dipelototin karena ngga pake bando lebar berpita motif polkadot. Lagian lengan gue gede n malu-maluin kalo pake bustier. Bisa masuk angin juga lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Tiga; kalo roknya megar n high heelsnya 9 senti entar gue engga bisa kejarin orang-orang yang ngebungkusin makanan pake tisu trus dibawa pulang buat sodara-sodaranya di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;Empat; gue maunya tiara yang berliannya ASLI dan BESAR...biar bisa gue pretelin trus gue jual buat beli mobil...&lt;br /&gt;Lima; GUE TAKUT DICEBURIN KE KOLAM RENANG ABIS PESTANYA SELESAI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak remaja seumuran gue emang hobi nyiremin temennya yang ulang tahun pake aer, tepung, bahkan TELOR BUSUK. Gue sangat keberatan dengan 'tradisi' itu, makanya gue engga pernah ikut-ikutan nyiram (kecuali sekali dulu, pas temen gue ulang tahun, gue yang nyiram dia pagi-pagi di rumahnya pake selang aer...tapi dia emang baru bangun jadi dosa gue ngga gede-gede banget donk). GUE TAKUT DISIRAM BALIK. Gue cukup mempercayai karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, enaknya ngapain yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu urusan nantiiii...hehehe...ntar kalo acaranya udah, pasti gue bikin reportnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren sebenernya gue juga dibeliin dress sama bokap. Warnanya ivory, bahannya juga bagus banget, potongannya empire alias di bawah dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dasar gue yang gendut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENGGA MUAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pathetic. Nyokap sih menghibur, "emang kamu tulangnya gede sih..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IYA, KEBANYAKAN MINUM SUSU! Gue tuh waktu masih kecil hobi banget minum susu INDOMILK rasa cokelat, kalo lupa sehari bisa minum lebih dari 2 gelas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mi, lapeeer..."&lt;br /&gt;"Minum susu sana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEGINILAH GUE JADINYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut Body Mass Index, surprisingly, gue ampir overweight loh. Tapi, Anda boleh menjumpai saya di dunia nyata, saya tidak segendut itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue engga terobsesi banget untuk jadi kurus sih, soalnya susah. Emang tabiat gue hobinya makan. Gue kalo makan udah kayak tong sampah aja (did tong sampah eat?). Kalo engga bener-bener terrible rasanya ato emang udah basi, pasti gue abisin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga semanget kok kalo olahraga. Biarpun kemaren gue kebobolan tiga kali di detik pertama, kedua, dan ketiga. Hehe. Gue juga yoga. Gue ini salah satu murid yang penurut loh. Disuruh angkat kaki 90 derajat, ya gue angkat tuh kaki 90 derajat. Disuruh tahan 5 menit, ya gue tahan 5 menit. Disuruh lompat ke jurang, ya gue lompat, tapi gue tarik gurunya ikut juga ^^;;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue engga marah kok kalo dibilang gendut. Temen gue tuh hobi banget manggil,"Dut, lagi ngapain? Dut, duduk sini!" Yah gue engga keberatan kalo diikuti dengan kata-kata penuh perhatian gitu...duile gombal banget sih...jangan khawatir teman-temanku, saya masih normal kok, buktinya saya masih suka Christian Bale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah orang tuh emang beda-beda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-7614439036977526098?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7614439036977526098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7614439036977526098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7614439036977526098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7614439036977526098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/05/lonely-weekend.html' title='lonely weekend'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-5530883215543426807</id><published>2008-05-05T16:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:41:43.663+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>batman dan babi ngesot itu ngga nyambung.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BATMAN BENTAR LAGI DIRILIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASOY! Gue udah jadwalin nonton DI BIOSKOP (do you know how rare I watched in the cinema?) sama dua temen baek gue dari sejak Februari! Selaen karena Christian Bale yang ganteng ituh (NONTON THE PRESTIGE NGGAAAA??? IYA DONG, NONTON DOOONG???), gue juga pengen aja ngehargain Heath Ledger...secara ini filmnya yang terakhir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal gue ngga pernah nonton batman, rasanya males banget. Jadul, batmannya sendiri ngga ganteng (huuu...dasar cewek). Udah gitu terbangnya ngga asoy lagi. Pake kawat. Euh, cape banget. Paling yahud soal superhero tuh jelas SPIDER-MAN! Tiap hari gue juga ngikutin komiknya di Kompas loh (girang banget sih???)! Computer graphic-nya oke, karakter Peter Parker juga lebih manusiawi. Ngga perfect banget yang khas superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi demi Christian Bale boleh lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, gue baru beli &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Babi Ngesot&lt;/span&gt;-nya Raditya Dika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komentar gue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAAF YAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tersinggung yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue jangan dibom yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGGAK OKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGGAK SERU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue lebih suka &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinta Brontosaurus&lt;/span&gt; sama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kambing Jantan&lt;/span&gt;. Eh, ngga bahkan. Gue suka tiga-tiganya buku dia sebelom yang ngesot ini. Abis berisik, malem-malem suka turun dari rak buku trus ngesot-ngesot sendiri. Ganggu orang tidur aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, YA NGGA LAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, banyak yang terlalu jayus kali ya. Ato ngebosenin yah? Kayaknya paling oke Cinta Brontosaurus tuh. Gue suka dan lebih respek sama karya tulis yang ada pesan moralnya. Ngga cinta-cintaan, jitak-jitakan, bunuh-bunuhan, senggol-senggolan tanpa makna. That's why I like comics, biarpun kasar tapi kalo kayak BLEACH, karakternya kuat, mudah dikagumi, dan banyak hal yang bisa diambil dari situ. I know I shouldn't ask for that from this kind of book, tapi jangan terlalu meaningless amat lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, setelah dipikir-pikir lagi, maksud gue mungkin nih buku kurang BERBOBOT. Yang dulu-dulu lebih berat gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue tetep punya favorit dari Pak/Kak/Mas/Om Raditya Dika ini kok. Yang di Cinta Brontosaurus, judulnya apa gue lupa, tentang dia merenungkan putusnya hubungan dia sama pacarnya di bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sebagai orang yang pernah diajar sama dia, dia tuh ngga segoblok yang biasa dia tulis kok. Dia juga punya teori-teori, ngga asal nulis aja. Biarpun kemaren tuh kita anak-anak kelas Pak/Kak/Mas/Om Radith yang ketawa doank, tapi kita juga punya dasar kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah biarpun gue baru inget lagi tulisannya dia tuh susah banget dibaca. Butuh kejeniusan dan kadar kemakluman yang tinggi seperti yang gue miliki untuk bisa menyalinnya dalam catatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue lagi nungguin trailer Batman selesai nih! ANJRIT KEREN BANGET! HARUS NONTON! Kayaknya Heath Ledger bakal sukses deh memerankan karakter yang jauuuuuh banget dari film-film dia sebelomnya! Woooo...asoooyyy! NGGA SABAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-5530883215543426807?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/5530883215543426807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=5530883215543426807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5530883215543426807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/5530883215543426807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/05/batman-dan-babi-ngesot-itu-ngga.html' title='batman dan babi ngesot itu ngga nyambung.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-7135237103040838165</id><published>2008-05-04T20:26:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:43:32.252+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orang yang menyembunyikan identitasnya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing is fun'/><title type='text'>somebody in secrecy</title><content type='html'>who are you, *secret*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya yah, penasaran juga kalo ada orang seperti itu...ya ga papa sih, itu kan keputusan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...gue udah ngasih link blog gue ini ke siapa yah? Tadinya cuman pengen nyebar secara alami aja...kayak virus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH IYA GUE TARO LINKNYA DI FRIENDSTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, tambah susah deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang gue tau, orang ini anak IPA, trus ngga jenius di fisika karena dia nyari nilai tambahan...kemungkinan ngga sekelas gue karena di kelas gue ngga pernah ada penambahan nilai lewat tugas kayak gitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH SIAPA SIH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh iya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang cowok sekelas gue, yang gue kira SANGAT fisika, sangat IPA gitu, bikin blog juga loh. Dia juga udah bikin tugas cerpen dengan senang hati! Orang-orang lain yang ngga begitu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sciential&lt;/span&gt;, blom tentu udah bikin tuh tugas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang tuh emang ngga bisa disangka-sangka yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEEP WRITING! &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/6648380296562119558-7135237103040838165?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/7135237103040838165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=7135237103040838165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7135237103040838165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/7135237103040838165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/05/somebody-in-secrecy.html' title='somebody in secrecy'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-8695333818460349339</id><published>2008-04-30T18:52:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:19:07.944+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my career in the science class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldplay'/><title type='text'>drama radio selesai...</title><content type='html'>AKHIRNYA DRAMA RADIO SELESAI...&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren temen-temen gue pada pulang dari rumah gue jam SEBELAS MALEM...uda pada pengen langsung tepar gitu deh, apalagi supirnya yang nungguin ngga ngapain-ngapain dari jam 2-an sampe jam 11 itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE DID IT! Bukletnya kaco, iya gue tau, tapi udahlah, itu semua udah lewat dan gue bersyukur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, harusnya kita dibilangin aja, MAKSIMAL 15 MENIT karena ini bukan pelajaran program. It's a really waste of time. I'm not saying that gue cuma butuh dijejelin matematika, fisika, kimia, dan biologi, gue juga butuh selingan kayak gini, tapi liat deh bab-bab fisika yang terakhir. Teori Kinetik Gas, rumusnya super banyak dan sebentar lagi gue ulangan, tanpa latihan soal yang memadai. Duh. Ganti deh gurunya. Udah jenuh, Qc melebihi Ksp (anak IPA pasti tau maksud gue, hehehe). Mending banget kalo kita anak-anak IPA istirahat yang bener supaya besok pagi ngga ngantuk pas pelajaran fisika yang emang udah jadi nina bobo anak IPA sehari-hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi bukannya ngga worthed juga sih, tapi gue kan anak IPA, fokus gue kan mustinya ngga ke situ. Ga usah bener-bener dalem, asal tau dan pernah mengalami, cukup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustinya juga gue banyak memotong secara kejam bagian-bagian naskah, supaya ngga sepanjang itu. Gue akui banyak banget bagian yang ngga penting, ngga lolos dari 'gunting sensor' gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alokasi waktu kelompok gue juga kemaren jelek banget, kebanyakan ngobrol dan ketawa ngga jelas jadinya kelompok gue ngeforsir abis-abisan di saat-saat terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lumayanlah, sekali seumur idup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren malem tuh udah yang gila-gilaan. Ketawa stress, campur cemas juga ("eh, aduuuh...selesai ngga nih?" "selesai laaah...pasti selesaaaiii..."). Masalah teknis, SoundForge gue palsu, jadinya lama-lama ngga bisa ngedit rekaman dan lagu berformat mp3, alhasil gue donlot mp3 to wav converter sampe tiga kali.  Why it has to be three times? Karena semua ujung-ujungnya duit, jadi ga ada yang bener-bener gratis. Harus register dan beli setelah 7 kali conversion lah, cuma bisa convert file kurang dari 3 mb lah, sampe ngga bisa di-install sama sekali (I have no idea about that f*ckin' software!). Buklet yang gue bikin kacao juga karena urusan print dan pembuatan di komputernya emang cuma pake Ms Word, ga pake software khusus. O iya, dan waktu mau dijilid pake stapler, staplernya kurang gede, udah dilipet-lipet pun ngga bisa sehingga harus pake lem. Euh. Primitif banget. Another technical problem yang nyebelin adalah suara 'ngiiiiing...' yang berasal dari CPU komputer gue yang berisik dan ikut kerekam. Bisa sih di-smooth, tapi hasilnya suaranya jadi pelan dan orang yang ngomong kayak lagi dibekep mulutnya. Tetep ngga memuaskan. Moga-moga aja nilainya ngga jelek-jelek amat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That record is really a form of 'tetes keringat, air mata, dan darah'. Huehehehe, lebai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, sedikit menyinggung tugas cerpen yang udah gue kumpulin, si Bu Teman-Teman ngga ngerti sama sekali konfliknya. Dia mempermasalahkan botol wiski yang dia kira menyebabkan kematian si tokoh utama. Did I ever show that he smashed that bottle to his daughter's head? Ooooh pleaseeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ya, yang suka Coldplay, mereka lagi nyediain donlot gratis tis tis satu single terbaru mereka, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Violet Hill&lt;/span&gt;, di &lt;a href="http://www.coldplay.com/"&gt;www.coldplay.com&lt;/a&gt;. Cuma seminggu, mulai dari kemaren Selasa jam 17.15 WIB lho. Baca juga artikelnya di Kompas Rabu, 30 April 2008 halaman 44 yah. Oh, I just adore this British band. Begitu denger langsung nyantel, tapi ngga pasaran banget juga. Menurut pendengaran gue sih liriknya, "If you love me, won't you let me know?" Falsettonya Chris Martin di sini, bagian terakhir lagu, ada yang kayak rada fals sih, tapi apa sengaja ato ngga gue ngga tau. Gue baru denger satu album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;After After Before&lt;/span&gt;, jadi maaf deh kalo komentar gue kesannya newbie banget. Gue juga pengen ngumpulin semua lagunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi overall keren kok! Ntar gue beli deh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-8695333818460349339?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/8695333818460349339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=8695333818460349339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/8695333818460349339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/8695333818460349339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/04/drama-radio-selesai.html' title='drama radio selesai...'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-6423133972567517035</id><published>2008-04-27T21:08:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:59:53.864+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classical music rocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace for our beloved earth'/><title type='text'>peace for our beloved earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Blue Danube is so damned GOOD! Gue baru aja donlot mp3-nya dan denger full versionnya yang 10 menit, and I CAN'T WAIT TO PERFORM IT! Gue pengen cepet-cepet konser! Gue selama ini memuja Baroque Era, baik piano maupun biola, tapi ternyata Mr. Johann Strauss Jr. dari Romantic Era juga sangat admirable! Ngga baru sekarang banget sih, orang gue suka Chopin dari dulu...&lt;br /&gt;Mozart juga keren! Tapi gue blom sempet liat partiturnya sih, baru denger doang yang Symphony No. 10, entah pula maennya bagian mana entar...biasanya ngga penuh...trus menurut pendengaran gue kayaknya ni lagu bakal ANJRIT SUSAHNYA deh...Bener kata Pak Amir, Mozart itu susah maennya tapi kedengerannya juga bakal KEREN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLASSICAL MUSIC ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eh iya, kemaren tanggal 22 April tuh Hari BUMI Sedunia loh. Gue baru nonton 'An Inconvenient Truth' di HBO (padahal bokap udah beli dvdnya sekitar lima puluh taon lalu loh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, take a look at our one and only earth. Mr. Gore bener, kita harus peduli karena ini tuh BUMI KITA, satu-satunya ngga ada lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truth is really really inconvenient. Semua grafik yang diperlihatkan, entah kadar CO2, suhu di sini lah, di situ lah (ya gue ga apal lah) bener-bener MELEJIT di akhir-akhir ini. Sooo astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bokap gue bilang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're reaching the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;. Liat aja, selain garis-garis grafik yang naik drastis, berbagai penyakit aneh dan badai yang tadinya nggak pernah ada di suatu tempat, muncul semua. Mulai dari SARS, flu burung, DBD, ebola, sampe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;manusia akar ada. Bayi kembar siam banyak banget. Poverty and draught everywhere. And remember the famous Katrina? Brazil juga yang tadinya ngga pernah badai juga kedapetan. Buku pelajaran geografi jadi harus ditulis ulang, karena daerah situ mustinya ngga akan dapet badai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Gore berkali-kali bilang, kita BISA melakukan sesuatu. Banyak masalah global yang sudah kita selesain, dan ini 'cuma' salah satunya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;'An Inconvenient Truth'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://climatecrisis.org/"&gt;climatecrisis.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, WE DO CAN DO SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE FOR OUR BELOVED EARTH XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-6423133972567517035?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/6423133972567517035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=6423133972567517035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6423133972567517035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6423133972567517035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/04/peace-for-our-beloved-earth.html' title='peace for our beloved earth'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-8250580683386630882</id><published>2008-04-26T18:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:04:33.972+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing is fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karir menulis seorang yessica'/><title type='text'>IMPLISITISME</title><content type='html'>setelah bertahun-tahun...&lt;br /&gt;gue pun mendapatkan pengakuan, bahwa gue sudah dimaafkan.&lt;br /&gt;legaaaa banget rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly sorry for what I've done! Dulu gue bener-bener ngga dewasa, semaunya sendiri, egois abis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak, selesai untuk confession-nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru dapet nilai jelek lagi buat pelajaran Kimia.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, jangan khawatir! Ulangan berikutnya hafalan, pasti gue bisa! GUE HARUS DAPET 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus baru bikin cerpen lagi, cuma 3 halaman. Yang ada di posting yang lalu, 5 halaman persis, itu pun masih ngga jelas. Jadi daripada nilai gue jelek karena si 'Bu Teman-Teman' ngga ngerti ceritanya apa, mending bikin lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal kata temen gue yang anak bahasa itu, Gebi, yang gue bilang nangkep ceritanya paling banyak, dia suka sama cerita itu. Bahkan dia minta print outnya buat dia. Hiks, aku jadi terharu, Gebiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerpen gue yang baru ini, proses kreatifnya agak-agak unik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya, hari Minggu, sekitar jam 3-4 sore gitu, gue udah berketetapan hati mau bikin cerpen lagi, meski ngga ada ide. Yah ngga kosong sama sekali sih, gue pikir gue mau bikin cerpen yang agak-agak ringan, lebih realistis, lebih penuh cinta (^^;;). Mungkin intinya gue mau bikin love story. Tapi ngga yang remaja, tentu saja. Gue engga ngerti dan engga mau mengalami percintaan remaja yang isinya bener-bener manja-manjaan, ngga ada keseriusan. Ihh, males banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi inget pas tadi abis les yoga (I've attended a yoga class for 4 months), gue ditegur sama guru yoga hari Rabu gue, namanya Bu Rita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, si Njes (kesalahan pertama! Nama gue Yessica with a 'Y' as in 'yoyo' not as in 'jellybean'!)." Trus dia ketawa renyah sama ibu-ibu yang laen, "Namanya Jessica (dibilangin bukan! Udah, nama gue Kartini aja deh! Susah-susah banget sih!)"&lt;br /&gt;"Mau pulang Jes? Malem minggu ke mana acaranya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, langsung tidur nih kayaknya, Bu (iya, gara-gara les yoga jam 4 sampe setengah 6 ini gue jadi ngga punya malem minggu!)."&lt;br /&gt;"Malem minggu udah ada yang ngapelin blom?"&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya sih gue bilang, "Banyak, ada tiga belas." Tapi karena gue cewek baik-baik yang pendiam dan JUJUR, gue bilang, "Ya BELOM lah Bu."&lt;br /&gt;Ehh si Bu Rita ngakak sama ibu-ibu yang laen. Setengah 'cape deh' setengah takut diomelin nyokap karena udah telat sepuluh menit, gue pun langsung kabur. Gue papasan sama guru gue hari itu, hari Sabtu, namanya Mas Widhi.&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa Jes (uuu...sama aja salahnya. Nama gue Y-E-S-S-I-C-A tau!)?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tau tuh. Biasa, ibu-ibu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euh. Cape banget deh. Emang kenapa kalo gue jomblo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena itu gue udah mulai cari-cari nama untuk cerpen baru itu. Seperti biasa nama Prancis lagi. Entah kenapa gue agak punya fetish sama nama Prancis. Seneng aja gitu. Lalu mulai deh ngetik-ngetik, gue cukup punya tujuan, mau gue adaptasi dari pengalaman gue nyari kado buat Gebi, yang ngga ketemu-ketemu saking gue bingungnya. Tenang Geb, gue masih normal kok, gue ngga (baca: belom ^^;) nganggep lo lebih dari sahabat...namanya juga adaptasi ya ngga harus sama persis laaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus jam 5 sampe setengah tujuh gue ke gereja, dan (maafkan umatMu ini ya Tuhan, ngga lagi deh) gue malah mikirin cerpen gue, dan gue udah dapet endingnya. Tapi setelah sampe rumah, makan nonton, sekitar jam 10-11 gitu gue lanjutin, yang keluar malah beda jauh. Bener-bener melenceng. And the good thing is, SELESAI saat itu juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin inilah yang disebut 'waktu inspiratif'. Hehe. Bikin istilah sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besoknya gue kasih ke temen-temen gue, biasa, gue minta mereka baca n komentarin. Baru sempet satu sih yang baca. Dan setelah itu ada 3 hari UAN dan selama itu gue libur, bikin drama radio di rumah temen. Di sana gue juga meriset lagi, nanya-nanya sama cowok-cowok kelompok gue, "Pernah diputusin cewek ga? Kalo diputusin, apa yang dipikirkan? Nanya ngga kenapa diputusin? Kalo ngga dikasih tau? Berapa hari lo terbayang-bayang tentang cewek itu? Abis itu masih suka ngeliatin cewek itu ga?" Dan beberapa hal gue edit lagi. Setelah itu beberapa orang gue suruh baca lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiks, aku terharu. Banyak yang bilang bagus dan kali ini mereka nangkep ceritanya 80-100 %. Ada sih yang ngga ngerti, tapi gue ngga sempet nanya bagian mana yang dia ngga ngerti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hal lagi yang menyenangkan, salah satu pembaca cerpen gue, Muni, anak bahasa juga, bisa menangkap satu rahasia dari cerpen gue. Karakter-karakter adalah anak-anak penulis (menurut gue), dan gue gembira kalo ada pembaca yang bisa mengerti perasaan anak-anak gue itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mai bespren yang baca juga, Stella, sempet bilang, cerpen gue terlalu implisit. Tersirat banget. Well, that's my style, gue suka 'implisitisme'. Dulu pas pelatihan creative writing, si Om/Mas/Pak/Kak Radit, guru gue inget sama tips 'showing, not telling' gara-gara baca tulisan gue. Hehehe. Bangga, sekaligus jadi tau banget gaya gue sendiri. IMPLISITISME (warning: kata ini tidak ada dalam kamus)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi kan susah, Yes..."&lt;br /&gt;Bu Teman-Teman kan bacaannya sastra juga, masa dia ngga ngerti??? Plis dong akh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-8250580683386630882?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/8250580683386630882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=8250580683386630882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/8250580683386630882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/8250580683386630882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/04/setelah-bertahun-tahun.html' title='IMPLISITISME'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-4376509694141304697</id><published>2008-04-21T19:12:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:49:30.168+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my career in the science class'/><title type='text'>am I born to be in the science class?</title><content type='html'>I'm desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulangan kimia gue enam koma delapan delapan. Ngga merah karena ada poin tambahan karena ngerjain soal di papan tulis. Beuh. Tujuh koma tiga delapan. Ngga ngerti kenapa gue bisa begitu ceroboh dan tidak teliti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulangan fisika kesetimbangan gue merah. Enam koma empat enam. Padahal dulu gue bisa mengerjakannya dengan sangat baik, entah karena soalnya begitu biadab. Ga pernah diajarin tapi muncul. Secara otak gue pas-pasan urusan konsep fisika, soalnya aneh dikit gue pun langsung kacau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAGI-LAGI ulangan fisika. Fluida statis, TUJUH pas. And it really means &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERAH&lt;/span&gt;. Ada satu kegoblokan gue. Ditanya massa balon dan udara panas, gue jawab 2400 Newton, 1200 Newton.  Gue emang buru-buru, tapi itu memotong habis nilai gue! Kayaknya tu guru ngga bisa memaafkan anak IPA yang ngga bisa ngebedain MASSA dan BERAT. Pak, saya tau kok, Newton itu kakek saya! Plis! MASSA nilai saya langsung abis gara-gara itu?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karier FISIKA gue terkutuk. Busuk abis. Ulangan fluida dinamis gue kacao. Ada 4 soal dan gue cuma bisa mengerjakan dengan benar 2 soal pertama yang kayaknya skornya pun ngga gede. Dua soal terakhir cara gue aja salah. Bener rumus doank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulangan Mat gue, ngga jelek sih, 8,67. Pertama 8,6 tapi banyak yang jelek jadi perbaikan. Dan ulangan perbaikan gue nambah 0,07. Gue lapor ke bokap gue, dan dia bilang, "Itu sih kamu ga belajar pas ulangan keduanya." Euh. Miris. Tapi bener sih. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue bener-bener ngga ngerti kenapa di SMA gue jadi bego gini. Gue jadi ngga bisa mengerjakan ulangan dengan baik. Rumus gampang banget lupa. Gue akui emang semangat belajar gue agak menurun dibandingin SMP, tapi entah nilai gue di mata pelajaran IPS malah naek. Sejarah yang biasanya gue dapet 7, pas UN juga 7 koma berapaaa gitu, eh malah dapet 9,1. KWN yang sangat gue benci, pernah dapet DUA waktu SMP, sekarang malah bisa dapet 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngga mau jadi politikus! Gue benci politikus! I want to be a scientist! *tentu engga jurusan fisika, cari mati gue, entar botak gue* MAAD SCIENTIIIST...rambut berantakan kacamata tebel plus jas lab kebanggaan...menurut gue itu keren banget. Trus hidupnya menyendiri, sambil meneliti berbagai virus dan bakteri. Matinya karena terkontaminasi salah satu patogen. YA ENGGALAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal beberapa hari yang lalu ada satu hal yang membuat dunia IPA gue sedikit terang. Sedikiiit banget, sebenernya. Gue masuk ke kelas bahasa waktu istirahat dan ada temen gue lagi ngerjain soal limit matematika. MAAF BANGET BUKAN MAKSUD GUE MERENDAHKAN ANAK BAHASA. Dia tuh keliatannya pusing banget ngerjainnya. Sedangkan gue ngeliat sekali aja tau kudu diapain tu soal. It means I belong to the science class, and she doesn't. Bagus kan? Berarti gue mengambil keputusan yang tepat dengan masuk kelas IPA dan dia juga emang cocok di kelas bahasa. Thanks God, now I realize that I really have to get into the science class, not language or even social (mati banget, gue ga ngerti akuntansi sama sekali)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi liat deh sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laporan selesai. Hiks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-4376509694141304697?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/4376509694141304697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=4376509694141304697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4376509694141304697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4376509694141304697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-i-born-to-be-in-science-class.html' title='am I born to be in the science class?'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-3836793847961900407</id><published>2008-04-21T18:29:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:20:56.141+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karir menulis seorang yessica'/><title type='text'>cerpeeeen...</title><content type='html'>Nih pesenannya nana...tapi first warning nih...penuh dengan KETIDAKJELASAN (sayangnya gue engga sampe ati untuk memberinya judul 'GAJEBO')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Knock, knock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Soren sedang duduk di tempat tidurnya, bersandar pada tembok saat mendengar ketukan pelan di pintu kamarnya diikuti teriakan lain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Soren, c-cepat bangun...T-Tuan Herv m-memberikan…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Aku tidak tidur,” ucap Soren setelah mengagetkan Mathieu dengan membuka pintu tiba-tiba di tengah kata-katanya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“…tugas baru untukmu…” Mathieu mengelus dada untuk menenangkan jantungnya, “Ka...kalau begitu...ini data tentang klienmu...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Soren mengerutkan dahi lalu menerima buku bersampul putih di tangannya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“C-cepat ya,” Mathieu buru-buru pergi, entah memang karena tak banyak waktu lagi atau ia takut melihat wajah seram Soren. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Selamat pagi.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Soren menunggu sampai pemuda di depannya membalikkan kursi putar kulit berwarna hijau daun yang ia duduki ke arahnya. Ia lalu menjulurkan tangannya tanpa senyum.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Soren. &lt;i style=""&gt;You’ve hired me&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Untuk apa? Untuk menjadi adikku?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Bodyguard&lt;/i&gt;,” Soren meyakinkan pemuda itu dengan pandangan matanya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Pemuda itu menatap wajah serius Soren sambil memicingkan mata. Kemudian ia tertawa terbahak-bahak. Darah Soren, tanpa disuruh, melejit hingga ke ubun-ubun. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Seorang gadis,” katanya di sela-sela tawa, “Seorang gadis! Apa yang ayahku pikirkan sampai dia menyewa anak kecil sepertimu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Rasanya gadis berambut pendek itu ingin segera menembakkan peluru di sebuah titik berjarak lima sentimeter dari pipi pemuda itu untuk membuatnya diam. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Dua puluh? Tujuh belas? Lima belas? Tiga belas tahun? Ayahku pasti begitu pelupa untuk mengingat bahwa putra keduanya, Lucien Harcourt, baru berulang tahun yang ke dua puluh tiga dua minggu lalu. Hari kelima bulan Mei,” Pemuda itu berhenti tertawa tapi masih menekan rasa geli di perutnya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Soren hanya menghela napas, berharap ia dapat menguapkan seluruh kekesalannya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Atau mungkin kau yang berbohong padaku, Nona Muka Masam? Kau ingin berapa banyak uang? Berapa puluh ribu dolar?” Lucien melirik ekspresi kaku Soren.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Gadis berambut cokelat gelap itu akan senang hati mengikat leher Lucien ke tiang lalu memberangus mulut cerewetnya seperti anjing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Atau ia tidak suka menghabiskan terlalu banyak uang untukku, yang hanya adik putra kebanggaannya,” Nada bicara Lucien sedikit serius sekaligus pahit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Terima saja,” Soren memasukkan tangan ke dalam saku celana &lt;i style=""&gt;jeans&lt;/i&gt; hitamnya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Siapa yang menyuruhmu mengajakku jalan-jalan di pelabuhan?” Lucien membuka pembicaraan di tengah dinginnya angin laut musim gugur. Ia lalu duduk di pagar pembatas tanpa diikuti Soren. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Tak ada,” Soren mengangkat bahu tak peduli. &lt;i style=""&gt;Seharusnya aku tahu bahwa aku takkan mau.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Wah, kau baik sekali,” ucap Lucien setengah sinis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Apa yang biasa kaulakukan di sini?” tanya Soren.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Ini tempat kesukaanku—pelabuhan yang sudah tidak terpakai. Biasanya aku mengumpulkan kerang. Tapi aku sedang tak ingin. Lagipula cuacanya dingin sekali,” Lucien bergidik seolah membayangkan pasir bercampur air laut yang setengah membeku membelai hingga ke sela-sela jarinya, “Karena itu mari kita berbincang-bincang saja.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Lagi-lagi Soren hanya mengangkat bahu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Berapa umurmu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Dua puluh enam tahun.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Surprising&lt;/i&gt;,” Lucien mengangkat alis, “Apa nama belakangmu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Tak ada.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Hobimu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Entah.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Hewan peliharaan?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Apa itu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Makanan favorit?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Aku tak suka makan.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Sahabat karib?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Mathieu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Ombak tiba-tiba datang begitu keras sehingga memercik ke pakaian mereka.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Dia pacarmu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Apa itu pacar?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Dia tampan?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Tampan?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Lucien menghembuskan napas kuat-kuat, tanda menyerah. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Sudah hampir senja. Kau harus pulang,” tukas Soren.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Sekarang kau boleh bertanya padaku,” kata Lucien keesokan harinya, di pelabuhan yang sama, duduk di atas pagar pembatas yang sama.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Soren mengedikkan bahu. &lt;i style=""&gt;Tak ada salahnya daripada aku mati bosan. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Ayahmu menyebalkan?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Lucien mengalihkan pandangan sejenak sambil berpikir, “Sedikit.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Kau ingin mengatakan ‘&lt;i style=""&gt;sangat’&lt;/i&gt;?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Lucien sedikit terkejut. Ia menggelengkan kepala ragu tapi lalu mengangguk kuat-kuat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Ia mengacuhkanmu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Pemuda bermata biru laut itu mengiyakan dengan tatapan matanya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Mereka—ayah, ibu, kakak, adikmu—mengacuhkanmu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Lucien tertawa sumbang, “Kau tahu semua yang kupikirkan. Kau telah mempelajariku atau kau bisa membaca pikiranku?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Keduanya.” Tanpa sadar Soren tersenyum tipis. &lt;i style=""&gt;Pemuda ini tidak terlalu cerewet juga&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;I was a scientist&lt;/i&gt;,” Lucien memulai kisahnya, “Aku memaksa diriku untuk membuat penemuan-penemuan baru.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Untuk apa?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Untuk pujian,” Pemuda itu menerawang ke arah matahari yang memucat, “Pujian, pujian, dan pujian yang lain, dari ayahku.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Soren mengganti tumpuan ke kaki kiri dan tampak jelas tak mengerti. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Ayahku tak pernah—tak akan pernah—memujiku. Seumur hidupnya, dan seumur hidupku.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Soren terdiam sejenak, berpikir betapa seringnya Herv memujinya. &lt;i style=""&gt;Wah, bersih sekali pekerjaanmu&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Soren,&lt;/i&gt; kata Herv dengan wajah sumringah saat ia menyelesaikan tugas pertamanya. &lt;i style=""&gt;Kamu sudah belajar menggunakan tongkat, Soren? Hebat sekali,&lt;/i&gt; ucap Herv saat ia berumur lima belas tahun. &lt;i style=""&gt;Soren, ini kunci mobil barumu, seperti yang kujanjikan. Minta Shawn mengantarmu ya, &lt;/i&gt;ujar Herv ketika Soren berumur delapan belas tahun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Mengapa kau pikir kau begitu butuh pujian itu kalau bahkan ia tak pantas memujimu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Dia ayahku, Soren, demi Tuhan, dia akan selalu menjadi ayahku!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Memangnya kenapa?” tukas gadis itu sedikit kesal, “Kau bisa beri pujian untuk dirimu sendiri!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Lucien seperti enggan menjawab setelah digurui oleh Soren. Gadis itu menepuk bahu Lucien, ringan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Aku yang akan memujimu. Ayo pulang.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Pemuda itu menatap punggung Soren setengah bingung setengah gembira, bagai telah melihat celah sinar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Berapa lama kau sudah bersamanya?” tanya Herv di kantornya, bersama Soren.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Dua puluh sembilan hari.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Kalau begitu sudah waktunya, Soren.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Waktu untuk apa?” Aura dingin menyergapnya dan untuk pertama kalinya ia benar-benar merasa hanya seorang bawahan bagi Herv. Bukan anak emas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Sejak awal ini satu-satunya cara untuk melenyapkan putra Harcourt. Dekati dia, buat dia percaya dan tergantung kepadamu, lalu bebaskan dia dari penderitaan duniawinya,” Herv berjalan mengitari kursi yang diduduki Soren, “Aku sendiri yang menyarankannya pada Didier Harcourt, dan ia langsung setuju. &lt;i style=""&gt;Clever me&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Seperti biasa lakukan dengan bersih, &lt;i style=""&gt;dear &lt;/i&gt;Soren,” kata Herv lagi, “Besok pagi.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Soren terbangun dengan tubuh bersimbah keringat. Ia mendengar irama ketukan yang sama, lalu suara lirih Mathieu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Soren, c-cepat bangun...T-Tuan Herv m-memberikan…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Pintu dibuka dengan sangat tidak sabaran di depan hidung Mathieu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Sekarang tanggal berapa, Mathieu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Se...sembilan...belas...sembilan belas Mei...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Bukan 18 Juni?” Soren seolah berbicara pada dirinya sendiri, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Clear enough&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Ia menyambar jaket yang tergantung di sisi belakang pintu kamarnya lalu saat hendak melesat menuju mobilnya, ia teringat akan dokumen bersampul putih di tangan Mathieu. Tanpa diduga remaja berumur sembilan belas tahun itu mempertahankan buku itu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Seriously, kiddo&lt;/i&gt;!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Ti...dak a...kan,” tegas Mathieu terbata-bata.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Aku harus pergi dan aku membutuhkan ini,” Soren masih menarik buku itu dari tangan pemuda berambut keriting itu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Ka...kau tidak tahu...apa y-yang...akan kau...l-lakukan,” Mathieu menyentak dokumen itu sampai terlepas dari genggaman Soren, “A...aku...t-tidak akan...membiarkan...k-kau melawan T-Tuan Herv lagi,,” Ia mengguncang pelan bahu Soren seolah itu mampu membuatnya sadar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Kau yang tidak tahu apa yang akan kulakukan. Kau pikir kau tahu,” Soren menjawab lebih perlahan namun lebih jelas. Dengan satu gerakan cepat ia melayangkan tinju ke rahang juniornya itu lalu menancapkan jarum bius yang selalu tersimpan di lipatan lengan jaketnya. Ia mengambil dokumen itu lalu menyembunyikannya di balik jaket.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Soren sudah memacu Cadillac Escalade hitam-nya secepat yang ia bisa namun ia masih merasa jauh di belakang waktu. Sekarang ia mengerti mengapa ia tidak ingat alamat rumah keluarga Harcourt maupun villa ‘pengasingan’ Lucien di dekat pelabuhan. Ia ingat suara deburan ombak, suara kepakan burung &lt;i style=""&gt;seagull&lt;/i&gt;, suara angin meniup layar-layar lusuh kapal tua, dan suara-suara lainnya namun ia sama sekali lupa di pojok dunia manakah itu semua berada. Benar-benar persis dengan mimpinya, tentang Shawn yang tewas setelah lima belas hari lalu ia melihat kematiannya dalam tidur.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Lampu merah menyala dan Soren akhirnya punya sedikit menit untuk membuka dokumen itu. Foto Didier Harcourt, Nadine Harcourt, Louis Harcourt, Cosette Harcourt, maupun Lucien Harcourt tertera di samping biodata mereka. Ia akhirnya menemukan alamat yang ia perlukan di sebuah halaman. Lampu hijau menggantikan si merah lalu Soren pun kembali menginjak pedal gas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Persis seperti yang telah ia perkirakan, gadis itu serasa melihat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;déjà vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;. Ia mengacak sistem keamanan villa itu dengan lihai lalu masuk lewat jendela kamar Lucien.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Di sana pemuda itu tampak berkutat dengan kuas dan cat yang menari di atas kanvas. Soren menyadari betapa tertutupnya Lucien dan belum berpikir ke mana ia akan membawanya. Yang penting ia bisa menyembunyikannya. Setelah itu terserah dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Lucien, seperti bisa diduga, menatap Soren dengan sinar mata terkejut dan ekspresi tenang yang mampu membungkus semua perasaannya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Hai. Namaku Soren,” Soren menyapanya dengan datar, namun ia akhirnya menghiasinya dengan sedikit senyuman dan uluran tangan, “Ikutlah denganku.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-3836793847961900407?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/3836793847961900407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=3836793847961900407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/3836793847961900407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/3836793847961900407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/04/cerpeeeen.html' title='cerpeeeen...'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-1597945818566249115</id><published>2008-04-20T15:09:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:35:58.180+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karir menulis seorang yessica'/><title type='text'>analyse.</title><content type='html'>bikin cerpen itu ga gampang (baca: susah)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama gue kasih cerpen buat tugas b. indo ke seorang temen gue sesama penulis dan hobi baca (KOMIK, hehehe). Eh dia ngga nangkep ceritanya. Dia kira si tokoh utamanya ilang ingatan. Ya elah ngga mungkinlah, amnesia itu udah plot paling pasaran di sinetron. Males banget kalo gue bikin yang kayak gitu juga. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua gue kasih ke temen gue yang lain, penulis dan hobi baca (lagi-lagi KOMIK, hehehe) juga. Baru baca 1 paragraf udah nanya. "Ini (tokoh utamanya) cowok apa cewek?" Gue bilang dengan penuh keyakinan, "Baca ajaaa..." Eh sampe akhir dia ngga tahu itu cowok apa cewek. YA ENGGA LAH. Hehehe. Yang dia tanyain selanjutnya adalah, "Kok dia begini? Kok dia begitu? Kok dia pake baju? Kok dia makan pete? Kok dia nanya mulu? KOK???" Yah agak hiperbolis, tapi secara garis besar begitulaaah...Ya gue jawab, ini gini, ini gitu, dia manusia makanya pake baju, dia emang hobi makan pete, dia mikir kalo ngga nanya sesat di jalan. Trus dia teriak kalap, "DIJELASIN DONG!" Setelah gue beralasan gini gitu, dia bilang lagi sambil menepuk bahu gue simpatik, "Si Bu 'Teman-Teman' (dia disebut begitu karena dia hobi bilang ke anak-anak, "Nah, teman-teman...") nggak akan ngerti, Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketiga gue kasih ke temen gue yang ikut ekskul creative writing, dia juga anak bahasa, suka banget baca. Dia lumayan ngerti sih--dia ini yang paling ngerti. Hehehe. Dia juga ngga nanya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ini cowok apa cewek&lt;/span&gt;. Pas gue bilangin, "Kok lo ngga nanya ini cowok apa cewek?" "Diem, ntar gue kagak nyambung!" Akhirnya gue persilakan dia baca sampe selesai (meskipun di tengah dia pake memvisualisasikan dialog yang ada di situ dulu pake bahasa Inggris) dan setelah gue tanya-tanyain, retelling story, bisa dibilang dia menangkap sebanyak 80 persen. Baguuussss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keempat gue kasih ke temen gue yang hobi baca buku impor bergenre adventure. Dia nanya-nanya terus, dan gue coba jelasin. Trus pas gue minta komentar overallnya, "Coba jelasin apa yang lo ngerti, Tel." "GUE NGGAK NGERTI APA-APA, YES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beuh. Cerpen gue penuh dengan ketidakjelasan. HEBAT SEKALI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-1597945818566249115?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/1597945818566249115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=1597945818566249115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1597945818566249115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1597945818566249115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/04/analyse.html' title='analyse.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-4954859268840097492</id><published>2008-04-14T18:46:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:49:52.698+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karir menulis seorang yessica'/><title type='text'>a triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Inilah janji gue. Jangan muntah-muntah yaph. Judulnya belom oke, gue masih binun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Manis nggak?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh, ya, manis banget,” jawab Melissa cuek. Kepalanya terkulai dan pipi kanannya menempel di atas meja, membuat wajah bulatnya tampak seperti ikan mas koki.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Kok lo gitu sih ama gue,” omel Anna sambil mendorong pelan bahu sahabatnya itu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mau lo apa? Ngga usah liat juga gue harus bilang manis, cakep, cantik, imut de el el &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?” Sekarang ia menegakkan kepalanya, namun dagunya masih melekat pada meja. Tangannya memegang berlembar-lembar kertas di depan hidungnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Apaan tuh? Modul kelas tiga SMP? Ketabrak sapi lo ya?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ngga, gue keinjek Einstein. Ya ngga lah. Gue cuma pengen terlihat pinter,” ungkap Melissa asal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ya tapi &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; bukan gitu caranya,” Anna menyisir rambutnya hingga kembali ke tatanan rambut semula, “Nih, soal matematika Pak Daud! Kerjain sono!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gue udah ngerjain itu. Sekarang gue mau balik ajah ke kelas tiga es-em-pe.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mel, gue tahu lo nyesel dulu ngga belajar dengan rajin, makanya…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Lu ngomongin diri lo sendiri ya.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Iya, iya. Maksud gue, ajarin temenmu yang imut ini.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Melissa terkekeh geli kemudian mengeluarkan sebuah pensil dan sebuah penghapus dari tempat pensilnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mel, gue pinjem buku latihan matematika lo dong.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Nih.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Sippp...bener semua &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; jawabannya?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Tahu deh. Gue kemaren ngerjainnya sambil maen congklak.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Melissaaa…woiii…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Kepala gadis itu mendongak sambil menutup kedua telinganya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Manggil orang &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ngga usah keras-keras! Ganggu tidur orang aja,” umpatnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Soriii,” Muka Rion masih cengengesan, “Kok muka lo kusut gitu?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gue cuma keasyikan maen uler tangga tadi malem.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oooh,” Dengan tampang pura-pura bego Rion mengiyakan, “Laen kali kalo lo mau maen ajakin gue yah? Dari kecil gue paling suka ama yang namanya uler tangga.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Boleh. Bawa uler sama tangganya sendiri dari rumah yah.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Rion merengut seperti anak kecil. Sindirannya malah dibalas demikian oleh Melissa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Bilang aja, Mel, gue mau bantu kok,” Rion senyum-senyum sengaja dimanis-maniskan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Lo mau bantu gue?” Nada suaranya yang sejak tadi selalu datar dan lesu mendadak naik, “Boleh. Tapi lo jangan senyum-senyum kayak gitu. Jijik.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mel, lo kenapa ada aja waktu buat ngurusin nih barang neraka yang jatuh ke bumi? Cari cowok kek,” cetus Anna sambil menghapus coretan-coretan di kertas modul milik Melissa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Trus kalo udah ketemu cowoknya, diapain?” Melissa memberi tampang sok polos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Digoreng tepung. Ya ngga lah. Jangan pura-pura ngga ngarti gitu dong Mel,” Tangan Rion masih bekerja, mengusap permukaan kertas dengan penghapus, meniup sisa penghapus, lalu mencari halaman lain yang tercoreng-moreng, “Gila, ni modul lu pinjemin ke anak TK yah?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Iyah, gue lupa kalo dia bilang dia ngga dikasih nyorat-nyoret tembok di rumahnya. Emang kenapa gue harus cari cowok?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Katanya lo pengen…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gue bantuin deh. Lo mau anak basket, anak bola, anak ayam, anak sapi…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Anak sapi ajah. Yang mukanya bulet kayak gue yah. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ngga?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Yang mukanya kotak juga ada. Segitiga juga banyak.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ah, lo, ngikutin si Mel ngalor ngidul juga!” Anna memukul kepala Rion dengan gulungan kertas modul.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Kenapa sih lo berdua pusing urusan gitu? Yang penting &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; sekolah yang pinter, masuk universitas keren, terus lulus &lt;i style=""&gt;summa cum laude&lt;/i&gt;. Abis itu kerja, gajinya pasti bisa gede. Baru cari jodoh!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Itu namanya nggak laku!” tegas Anna.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Itu mah impian lo, Mel! Gue sih…kagak sangguuup…” timpal Rion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gue &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; juga nggak jenius, Ri. Gue ngerjain pe-er sendiri, itu ajah.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Rion dan Anna benar-benar merasa tersindir. Keduanya memasang wajah cemberut, namun tetap mengerjakan tugasnya masing-masing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Melissa tersenyum. Ia merangkul bahu kedua sahabatnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gue udah seneng banget dan cukup pusing juga kok dengan punya kalian. Lagian Rion juga belum…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Itu mah urusan tampang. Lo &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; lumayan Mel, lha kalo dia?” Anna melirik cowok itu pura-pura sinis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Kata siapa? Rion manis kok…” Melissa melempar ekspresi sok imut. Pipi Rion memerah sekalipun yang memujinya adalah Melissa, gadis yang sudah ia kenal sejak dulu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Manis kayak burung onta…” lanjut Melissa tersenyum lebar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Doorrr….!!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Belum habis keterkejutan Melissa, Rion gantian muncul dari belakang dan mendorong tubuhnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mel, kok akhir-akhir ini lo suka bengong?” ujar Anna buru-buru, takut gadis berpotongan rambut rata itu marah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Bengong…ngong…ngong…” Rion pura-pura menggemakan suara Anna, “Bengong tuh ngga baik tahu. Memperburuk kesehatan struktur sosial karena adanya salah satu individu yang berubah menjadi tak berguna! Benda statis! Abiotik!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Cukup teori lo,” tukas Anna, “Lo lagi mikirin apa, Mel?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Rion ikut mengamati apa yang dari tadi dilihat Melissa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh…Waduh…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mel…lo lagi…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ngga…” Ajaibnya Mel tidak marah, “Gue berpikir betapa Mario itu keren.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Kenapa?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Dia ada ‘isi’nya. Ngga cuma pacaran dan maen PS melulu.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oooh…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gue jadi suka sungkan kalo ngomong sama dia.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Masa’?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mel, gue bantu lo ngedeketin dia yah!” cetus Anna tiba-tiba, “Lo suka dia &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Nah, itulah, gue bingungnya di situ.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Bingung apa lagi? Sudah ada tanda-tanda itu! Tak bisa dipungkiri lagi!” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gue bingung gue tuh suka dia ato ngga.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Melissa memegang sepotong kertas catatan kecil dan kumal yang ia dapat dari Anna dan Rion. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mmm…’Cara-Cara Termudah untuk Mendekati Mario’…Gue waras ngga ya pengen ngedeketin dia…nanti pelajaran gue gimana…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ia terus berjalan sambil membaca kertas itu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Dan ternyata itu adalah pilihan buruk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Aduh!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Eh, maaf! Aku nggak lihat…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Itu Mario.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Nggak apa-apa &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;? Nih, kertas-kertas kamu.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh, ya, makasih.” Melissa berusaha tidak memandang wajahnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ini &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; modul kelas tiga SMP…mau kamu pinjemin ke adik kelas?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oh, nggak, justru dia baru kembaliin, hehe.” Iya, setelah itu seumur hidup nggak akan gue pinjemin ke siapa-siapa lagi, batin Melissa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Kamu unik ya. Punyaku aja udah dibuang.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Iya…habis ini banyak gambar-gambarku waktu dulu.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Boleh liat nggak?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hehe, nggak. Udah ya, aku pulang dulu. Bye.” Melissa mengambil tumpukan kertas itu dari tangan Mario dan bergegas pergi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Dan gadis itu meninggalkan secarik kertas catatan kecil dan kumal di lantai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gimana Mel? Udah dipraktekin belum?” sapa Anna yang tiba-tiba datang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Wah, kayaknya kertasnya ilang,” kata Melissa santai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Nggak niat banget sih lo, Mel! Keburu diambil orang, jangan nangis di pundak gue yah!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Siapa juga yang bakal nangis.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ya udahlah kalo dia ngga mau. Sekarang, keluarin buku latihan kimia lo!” seru Rion mengalihkan pembicaraan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Kami berdua ada kemajuan lho, sekarang bukan mau nyalin tapi mau cocokin jawaban!” tambah Anna.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Melissa sudah melupakan nasib kertas kecil dan jelek itu. Anna dan Rion juga sudah lebih rajin mengerjakan PR dan tidak menanyakan soal Mario lagi. Ia tampak sudah mendapatkan kembali sifat aslinya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mel…mmm…aku boleh ngomong sebentar sama kamu?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Sure&lt;/i&gt;. Kapan? Sekarang?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Pulang sekolah, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;lima&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; menit aja.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oke.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Saat punggung Mario sudah menjauh, Anna dan Rion segera menghujaninya dengan berbagai macam pertanyaan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ngomong apa dia Mel?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mau pinjem buku matematika? Fisika? Kimia?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Dia mau nyogok lo supaya ngasih contekan selama satu tahun ajaran?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Dia ulang tahun? Dia mau nraktir kita? Di hotel bintang berapa?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Melissa menghentikan deretan kata-kata itu dengan sebuah pekikan keras melengking yang sangat tidak biasa mengingat nada bicaranya yang sering datar-datar saja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gue ngga tahu dia mau apa! Dia cuma mau ngomong nanti abis pulang sekolah, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;lima&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; menit aja katanya!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Oooh…” Anna dan Rion saling berpandangan dengan muka tak bersalah, lalu cekikikan ngga jelas dan saling mengedipkan mata.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;✧✧✧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mau ngomong apa sama aku?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mmm…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Apa sih, cepetan napa! Gue mau ikut bimbel nih, pikir Melissa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Dari dulu aku uda ngamatin kamu terus Mel…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Terus…?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mau jadi pacarku ngga?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ngga.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Anna dan Rion yang bersembunyi di balik tong sampah hampir memekik bersamaan setelah mendengar jawaban lugas itu, namun mereka berhasil membekap mulut dengan tangan masing-masing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Ngga mau? Terus ini apa?” Mario mengeluarkan sepotong kertas yang udah makin butut saja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Melissa tertawa terbahak-bahak.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Hahahahaha…kamu tuh kege-eran banget sih!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Kening Mario berkerut.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Yang aku pengen deketin itu bukan kamu, tapi kucing punya tetangga! Namanya juga Mario! Dia tuh kalo aku dateng ke rumahnya pasti aku dicakar! Nih liat bekasnya!” Melissa menggeser letak jam tangannya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“A…Apa?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Biarpun kucing tapi &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; dia cowok juga…Macho kok, lebih macho dari lo! Bulunya belang kuning cokelat gitu, ngga seimut Doraemon sih! Hahahaha…Udah, simpen aja tuh kertas, siapa tahu kamu mau ngedeketin binatang peliharaan tetangga juga! Bye!” Melissa melengos pergi meninggalkan si cowok &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;malang&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; sendirian.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Sementara itu Rion dan Anna menerjang keluar dari tempat persembunyiannya tetapi Melissa menghindar sedemikian rupa sehingga keduanya jatuh terjerembab.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mel, lo kasih badan lo buat kita dikit napa?” protes Rion yang ditindih Anna, “Gendut banget sih lo Na!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Emang enak?” kata Melissa cuek abis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Mel, lo harus jelasin ke kita, kenapa lo segitunya sama dia!” seru Anna setelah berhasil menegakkan tubuhnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Lho, emang gue ngga suka sama dia! &lt;i style=""&gt;Anyway&lt;/i&gt;, cerita kucingnya beneran tahu!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Nggak peduli gue sama kucing! Gue lebih suka kelinci! Dulu lo bilang lo suka!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Gini, gini,” Melissa memberi isyarat dengan tangannya supaya kedua temannya itu menyodorkan telinga masing-masing, “Kemaren gue liat dia ngamen di lampu merah pake &lt;i style=""&gt;tank top&lt;/i&gt; warna pink, eh ngga ding. Kemaren gue liat dia nyontek!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Kok lo tau?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Orang dia nyontek gue,” Melissa melipat tangan, mulai memperlihatkan kekesalannya, “Ternyata kepintaran dia hasil nyontek! Ogah gue! Seketika itu juga gue ill-feel sama dia!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Kedua pengintip salah persepsi itu saling menatap, sampai akhirnya tawa mereka meledak.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“Makanya, gue &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; udah bilang kita bertiga aja cukup, lebih dari cukup,” Melissa merentangkan tangan dan menjatuhkan telapak tangannya di atas bahu kedua sahabatnya dengan lembut, “Aku yakin kita udah seneng kok. Seneng banget.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-4954859268840097492?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/4954859268840097492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=4954859268840097492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4954859268840097492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/4954859268840097492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/04/triangle.html' title='a triangle'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-6796660652957324560</id><published>2008-04-12T22:58:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:48:26.973+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed post'/><title type='text'>mixed 1</title><content type='html'>udah jam sebelas malem nih. belom bobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baru beli majalah cewek. harganya dua puluh empat ribu lima ratus rupiah.&lt;br /&gt;hayo tebak majalah apakah itu? *ga penting*&lt;br /&gt;bukan gitu sih. masalahnya aku jarang banget beli majalah cewek. I claim myself to be a shirt-and-jeans person, tapi sifat cewek gue keluar. ngiler ngeliat oxford shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tadi blogwalking ketemu &lt;a href="http://warungfiksi.wordpress.com/"&gt;Warung Fiksi&lt;/a&gt;, gue donlot aja e-book nya. isinya cerpen karya Mochammad Asrori. udah baca sedikit. bagus tuh. trus akhirnya inget ngunjungin situs &lt;a href="http://republikbabi.com/"&gt;RepublikBabi&lt;/a&gt;, blognya alumni sanur BSD yang nulis Jukstaposisi. novelnya keren lho. baca deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi nungguin klan otori nomor 4 nih. lama amat sih yang baca. woi, yang merasa pinjem the harsh cry of the heron di perpus sanur, CEPETAN DONG BACANYA.&lt;a href="http://republikbabi.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tu buku bukan milikmu seorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngomong-ngomong tentang buku...&lt;br /&gt;di sanur kan ada ekskul creative writing (CW, CW ya bu, dulu ibu nempelin kertas tulisannya CR di jendela kelas creative writing. inget ya bu, WRITING bukan RITING, itu mah salah satu teknik berantem), salah satu best friend gue ikut. novelnya udah selesai. tadi gue udah baca depannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi inget waktu dulu pelatihan, temen gue itu dibilangin punya style ringan dan lucu. manis, ngga bikin pusing. kalo gue, berat dan ngga lucu banget, pahit dan bikin pusing. YA NGGA LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katanya gue bergaya HUMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMOR. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H-U-M-O-R. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah mengapa istilah itu menjadi horor bagi gue. Kak/Mas/Pak/Om Raditya Dika, saya ngga sampe ati bikin cerita seperti Anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malem itu, gue mikir, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apa gue emang bergaya humor yah?&lt;/span&gt; maka gue membuat sebuah cerpen anjrit ga jelas abis bikin malu yang emang bergaya humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kata temen gue itu, "LUCU BANGET, yes. Boleh ngga gue pinjem satu lelucon buat novel gue?"&lt;br /&gt;boleh tapi royalti novel lo kasih gue setengahnya. bwehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;kalo mo baca boleh, ntar gue post deh besok. tapi gue takut lo ngga balik lagi ke blog gue ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anehnya sampe sekarang gue belom bisa bikin yang kayak gitu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balik lagi ke novel temen gue itu. gue punya 'kelebihan' melupakan tokoh cerita dalam sebuah novel, apalagi kalo banyak. lima aja gue pusing. waktu gue baca klan otori, gue bolak-balik ke halaman awal yang ada daftar tokohnya. biasanya sih gue lupa ni orang klan apa, anaknya sapa, de el el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lha ini sama aja. udah banyak, namanya susah susah lagi. bule semua. yahh gue suka sih nama bule, tapi biasanya super simpel. di cerpen gue yang buat tugas be-i (kalo jadi 4 halaman ya bu, cerpen macem apa yang cuma sekian, seimprit demikian?) gue pake nama 'Faust'. anaknya 'Faust II'. hihi ga kreatip banget. bodo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plotnya sih gue blom tau bener, tapi ya ceritanya remaja banget. I'm not saying that it's like the ordinary teenlit (and I'll never buy that kind of books), tapi jujur buat gue agak males bacanya. gue lebih suka komik n novel yang bertema unusual, surealis juga boleh. tapi ga harus berat. yang penting out of ordinary. just like me, hehe narsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah tapi sebagai teman kita harus mendukung...ga pantes lah kita bilang bukunya jelek tanpa memberi saran mendukung...sekarang pasti masih banyak kekurangan, kalo langsung bagus mah sono terbitin! jadi gue sebagai teman berusaha membacanya kata demi kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iya, I never mean to offend anyone. so sebagai manusia pasti ngomongin hubungannya dengan manusia lain, selain tentang dirinya sendiri. jadi gue putusin gue akan tetep ngomongin orang, tapi ngga ofensif. cuma bilang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kemaren tuh dia kepeleset kulit duren ...omg tadi gue liat dia kejatohan duren...kasian banget...&lt;/span&gt; de el el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo ada yang tersinggung cepet bilang yah. ngga dikitik-kitik sampe nangis kok. cuma dikerikitin. makasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beuh, myspace, youtube dan kawan-kawan di-ban. padahal gue baru mau nyari dompet kulit red patent di myspace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukannya orang indonesia yang ngga bisa nyaring situs yang baik dan yang nggak? gue sempet penasaran sama situs po***, tapi dipikir ngga ah. DOSA. ngajilah, jangan ngeliat yang ngga-ngga. ke gereja lah, jangan pusing aja mikirin dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehm. blogwalking lagi, ketemu situs &lt;a href="http://klikduit.net/MagicCard/"&gt;klikduit&lt;/a&gt; yang ngasih cara narik uang lewat atm tanpa mengurangi saldo. gimanapun caranya itu, gue geleng-geleng aja sama penipu nan biadab itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-6796660652957324560?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/6796660652957324560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=6796660652957324560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6796660652957324560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/6796660652957324560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/04/udah-jam-sebelas-malem-nih.html' title='mixed 1'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648380296562119558.post-1925691540430227060</id><published>2008-04-12T20:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:38:09.225+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the prologue'/><title type='text'>it's a metaphor.</title><content type='html'>This is a new beginning, a new style of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to offend anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648380296562119558-1925691540430227060?l=unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/feeds/1925691540430227060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648380296562119558&amp;postID=1925691540430227060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1925691540430227060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648380296562119558/posts/default/1925691540430227060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexplained-allegory.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-metaphor.html' title='it&apos;s a metaphor.'/><author><name>yessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401123500403997382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
