<?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-6884196910982150065</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:26:41.080-08:00</updated><category term='-raina-'/><category term='-rainally-'/><category term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>Life of Us</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-7607485857364592095</id><published>2011-03-23T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:58:40.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment box</title><content type='html'>Test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-7607485857364592095?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7607485857364592095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7607485857364592095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2011/03/comment-box.html' title='Comment box'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-484394138544603060</id><published>2010-03-28T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:14:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kala Keluarga Gila Berkumpul</title><content type='html'>Ceritanya kemaren malem gue ama sodara2 ngumpul di hoka-hoka bento, makan bareng. Nah, encim (adik iparnya papih) tuh suka bawa tas pinggang kecil sebagai ganti dompet. Isinya yaaa dompet dan handphone. Nah, pas encim mau cuci tangan, gak sengaja dia jatuhin tas pinggangnya itu. Gue yang saat itu ada di belakangnya, langsung pungut tas tersebut, mau ngembaliin. Tapi oh tapi, Mpek (suaminya ncim) kasih kode supaya gue sembunyiin tuh tas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhasil, tuh tas kugantungin di pinggangku (agak ke belakang, ke bagian punggung), trus pas Ncim mau balik ke tempat duduk, gue langsung pindah tempat duduk ke ujung, bareng ponakan. Gue langsung maen gulat jempol bareng ponakan, haha hihi haha hihi *pura2 ketawa gara2 maen gulat jempol* padahal lagi ngetawain Ncim yang kelimpungan nyari tuh tas pinggang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang dicurigai pertama kali tentu saja suaminya sendiri. Mpek langsung disuruh berdiri, disuruh puter2 buat nyari tuh tas pinggang. Trus kecurigaan beralih ke anak2nya. Ternyata ga ada yang ngaku, dan juga memang barangnya gak ada di mereka. Kecurigaan berbalik kembali ke Mpek, sampe kemeja Mpek dibuka dong, di depan umum *OH EM JI!!!* wkwkwkwwk... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya sih sampai uda mau keluar restoran juga Ncim belom tau siapa yang sembunyiin tas pinggangnya. Yaaah, tapi apa mau dikata, cici-ku bisikin Ncim kalo tuh tas ada di gue. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhasil... langsung aja Ncim balik badan, kelitikin gue, sambil bilang: Dasar gilak! hahaha.. ternyata ente yang sembunyiin! Gue bilang, itu juga atas dasar perintah Mpek. Jadilah, Mpek dianiaya lagi huwahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitu deh, cerita lucu yang terjadi kemarin, saat keluarga2 heboh dan gilaku berkumpul bersama :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-484394138544603060?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/484394138544603060/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=484394138544603060' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/484394138544603060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/484394138544603060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2010/03/kala-keluarga-gila-berkumpul.html' title='Kala Keluarga Gila Berkumpul'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17401448813900934576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DrLuf4_ihEo/R3aFNYF6vLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uf2Rd1nlrC0/S220/t0901.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-8686084809386840346</id><published>2008-04-20T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:16:26.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-raina-'/><title type='text'>Story behind The Book of Abarat: Book 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2008" day="13" month="4"&gt;Sun, April 13 2008&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I finish reading the first book of Abarat. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;After several great fights inside myself on deciding whether to stop or continue reading this novel, I managed to finish it until the last page.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some of you are questioning about why I need to experience such fights only to finish reading a novel. Is it because of the book is boring? Or is it because the story is too unworthy to read? None of them. The only reason is… this novel has caused several nightmares to me. No kidding, I really affected by those nightmares more than I realized I would. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some pages of the novel, there’re pictures of chickens. Yes! Chickens! I have some kind of chicken phobia (not only to chickens but to birds too, honestly) I don’t know since when.&lt;br /&gt;These several years I’ve tried to press it to the lower limit. I’ve experience almost none nightmares about being attacked by chicken or bird or goose. Otherwise, I, several times, dreaming about myself having enough courage to fight back those chickens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know why, recently, the phobia is getting strong. Perhaps the intense “meeting” with chickens and my friends whom sometimes playing around with me with chickens makes my mental condition slope down to its lower level (if I can’t say to the lowest level). That is why, when I saw the picture of chickens in the first book of Abarat, I successfully haunted by nightmares with chickens as the villain! Sounds ridiculous, it is, but not for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, for me, I’ve managed to win the mental fight by continue reading the rest pages of the novel. It’s a great novel, truly it is. I’ll regret it for sure if I stop reading it just because of several nightmares.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou knowing that fact, when I start peeping what’s inside the second book of Abarat, I’m a bit terrified with the fact that the second book, again, still containing story about Chickentown! I assumed if Chickentown is talked in the second book, means the second book also containing picture of chickens! I do really really hope that I won’t get any nightmares for more. These chicken’s attacks already exhaust me for sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired reading a book with heartbeat, a bit handshaking, afraid of seeing a picture of chicken! Degradation on my phobia case but what can I do?! Guess I’ll have to start it all over to overcome my phobia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how many years do I’d need for that? Several years to put me on the previous level (before my mental state slopes down) and another several years more to cure it, I guess. (if no other obstacles arise). Meanwhile… can I still confide myself to keep trying overcoming my chicken phobia? *shrugs* *winks*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: mental state that I meant above doesn’t related to crazy or something, just mental exhaustion &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&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/6884196910982150065-8686084809386840346?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/8686084809386840346/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=8686084809386840346' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/8686084809386840346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/8686084809386840346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-behind-book-of-abarat-book-1.html' title='Story behind The Book of Abarat: Book 1'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-1644179120509178902</id><published>2008-04-16T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:45:28.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-raina-'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Ally my ally ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PJjiBy-GT24/SAgmzRNamoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xluq6tMv0KU/s1600-h/yotsubaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PJjiBy-GT24/SAgmzRNamoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xluq6tMv0KU/s320/yotsubaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190441232779352706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, ALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;APRIL 16, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuh, finally i can access blogspot. Well well, it's never too late for a prayer isn't it? ;)&lt;br /&gt;For a good girl like you, may happiness, love, simplicity, and luck poured abundantly into you for the whole year. PS: as always, may we have a chance to meet each other, with the other too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No flower, no card, no image, just a distant hug and kiss,&lt;br /&gt;-raina-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-1644179120509178902?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/1644179120509178902/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=1644179120509178902' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/1644179120509178902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/1644179120509178902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-ally-my-ally.html' title='Happy Birthday, Ally my ally ;)'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PJjiBy-GT24/SAgmzRNamoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xluq6tMv0KU/s72-c/yotsubaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-7180423500396109190</id><published>2008-04-07T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:08:49.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-raina-'/><title type='text'>Wazzup with E?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kekeke... after having troubles on retrieving this blog's password, finally i can manage to get in here ;)&lt;br /&gt;So, as i've promised before, here i'll tell you something about E. This E is from Ebes (not a name of a person). EBES is a shop name. An online shop name, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started with the idea to utilize all the resources we have to generate benefit for ourself. I told my friend about this and she support it. So, last saturday me and my friend discuss about the details of the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pay attention to my ym id, recently the status is: dicari, yang mau jual murah barang2nya &lt;-- hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Does it rings a bell to your mind now, Ally? Yup, me and my friend going to open an online garage sale, we might say. Beginning with two people, now there's another friend want to join us, so EBES is managed by three people now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a new things on the net but we want to try something. We've discuss it more than a bit (if i can't say much). Discuss the concept, the name, the tag line, the system (which is very important), the procedures, etc. Hope it will going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i only have made emails and websites for EBES. It's websites are ebestm.blogspot.com and ebestm.multiply.com. No need to open it right now since it's still empty. I don't know how to decorate websites either T_T&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends planning to open the website next Monday, on April 14th, 2008 ehehehe. You're the first knowing about this (beside my boarding house's friends) coz they help me and my friends on the project too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, maybe (just maybe), you're wondering what EBES means. Hmm... for my friend (initial T), it means Easy Buy Easy Sell while for me, it means more to Earn Bucks Earn Stuffs. Hahaha, which one suits more, according to your opinion, Ally dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Ally... would you teach me about posting and arranging those pics to the websites? Both on multiply and blogspot? I really really appreciate it if you're willing to give me a hand on this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best regard,&lt;br /&gt;-rain-&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/6884196910982150065-7180423500396109190?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/7180423500396109190/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=7180423500396109190' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7180423500396109190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7180423500396109190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2008/04/wazzup-with-e.html' title='Wazzup with E?!'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-3525476947964959480</id><published>2008-04-04T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:14:30.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>Dream About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/R_cWW0Qx1II/AAAAAAAAAHY/TFk9TvsRw_s/s1600-h/MoonDreamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/R_cWW0Qx1II/AAAAAAAAAHY/TFk9TvsRw_s/s320/MoonDreamer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185638077182366850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first question, Why was it so fast to lock your birthday thread?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, probably there are some people who'd like to say "happy belated birthday"&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget again, I'd like to tell you something&lt;br /&gt;After sending sms to you, I directly went back to dream land.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I saw&lt;br /&gt;You reply my sms with a wedding invitation&lt;br /&gt;If I was not mistaken, you also attached the some pictures of him&lt;br /&gt;His name started with F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi...&lt;br /&gt;Just another silly dream..&lt;br /&gt;Not need to worry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-3525476947964959480?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/3525476947964959480/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=3525476947964959480' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/3525476947964959480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/3525476947964959480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream-about-you.html' title='Dream About You'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/R_cWW0Qx1II/AAAAAAAAAHY/TFk9TvsRw_s/s72-c/MoonDreamer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-7591709989593553820</id><published>2008-04-01T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:47:17.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>Otanjoobi Omedeto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/R_HoDEQx1HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pbLU7mPAxXQ/s1600-h/otanjoubikai_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/R_HoDEQx1HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pbLU7mPAxXQ/s320/otanjoubikai_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184179785461519474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Semua Harapan Rain Tahun Ini  Bisa Terwujud&lt;br /&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/6884196910982150065-7591709989593553820?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/7591709989593553820/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=7591709989593553820' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7591709989593553820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7591709989593553820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2008/04/otanjoobi-omedeto.html' title='Otanjoobi Omedeto'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/R_HoDEQx1HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pbLU7mPAxXQ/s72-c/otanjoubikai_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-7230152227958272351</id><published>2008-01-15T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:22:39.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>How Addicted to Blogging Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_addiction" style="background: transparent url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/658/694/blog_addiction.tpwpmza5ue.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: rgb(214, 75, 50); text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 286px; height: 128px; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 17px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: Times New Roman,sans-serif; font-size: 30px;"&gt;81%&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;How Addicted to Blogging Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Looking for &lt;a href="http://www.cashadvance1500.com/"&gt;payday loans&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to post, so I chose this one. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey lets talk about internet. how it influence you life. I am going to write about it and post them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-7230152227958272351?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/7230152227958272351/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=7230152227958272351' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7230152227958272351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7230152227958272351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-addicted-to-blogging-are-you.html' title='How Addicted to Blogging Are You?'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-2036055686097383712</id><published>2008-01-05T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:41:53.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>Are you a good cook?</title><content type='html'>I was terribly hungry when I was writing these words. Tofu and Tempe were on my minds. Unluckily, I could not find them. The man who used to sell it didn’t come today so I have to take noodles again. Argh...I am getting fed up to eat long thin strip of pasta. I expect when you read this post I have been already full enough with all the foods that are extremely scrumptious. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to my question? Are you a good cook? I am not because my sister did all those cookery stuff. It is too late to regret. I have to use my own ability to set up the breakfast until dinner. To cook rice, fry the eggs, tofu and Tempe, boil the chicken with some ingredient are easy things. But when we talk about vegetable, I can’t guarantee that it has a good tang. Hihihi...please send me a chef to teach me. Actually it is all because I don’t like eating vegetable whereas they are really good for health. But I don’t know what’s wrong with my tongue? Past trauma is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about food, what are your favorite dishes?&lt;br /&gt;I always fancy to eat all the food that I see on the recipe books. You know what, when I was child and could not have a nice nap, I used to take my mom’s recipe books that full of cuisine pictures. I could feel the taste on my tongue. They felt so delicious and amazingly, they could make me fall asleep. Hihihi...a little weird girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-2036055686097383712?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/2036055686097383712/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=2036055686097383712' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/2036055686097383712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/2036055686097383712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-you-good-cook.html' title='Are you a good cook?'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-5035170240431689192</id><published>2008-01-04T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:31:01.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>Financial Problem</title><content type='html'>Dear Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;br /&gt;I really need your advice, as I know that you learn more about this case&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about my financial. Since I resigned from school, my M sends me money every month to pay the bill. There is some money too that I have to use to do the shopping from the soap, the spices until ice cream. Hihihi&lt;br /&gt; (I should have used my own money)&lt;br /&gt;My sisters always warn me that I have to use all those money wisely. Yeah, they know that I am not good at managing those things and tell me to stop buying books and comics for a while. (Are they crazy or something?  How could I?) . I always tell them not to worry about this because I get money (not a lot) from those small stuffs to buy books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first and second week, everything is under control. But in the end of the third week ...ugh..the alarm is always ringing. All that money seems disappear somewhere (or probably some gnome took it when I was sleeping).  No way out but go to the ATM. Hiks...whereas that my saving for something that is more important. I try to hide it from my sister but I am sure they get a whisper from somewhere and directly know that their little sister is in emergency circumstance.  Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining question, How to make all those money is enough until the end of the month? &lt;br /&gt;Should I stop buying books and comics like my sisters say?&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure it’s impossible to do it. &lt;br /&gt;Or is there a kind of book that tells me how to be a good manager in financial? &lt;br /&gt;Just like I have said in previous post, nothing worrying me but this one. I don’t wanna same thing happen over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-5035170240431689192?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/5035170240431689192/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=5035170240431689192' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/5035170240431689192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/5035170240431689192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2008/01/financial-problem.html' title='Financial Problem'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-2790805482780514947</id><published>2008-01-01T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:16:24.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year Rain</title><content type='html'>How was the party?&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was cool. There is nothing special on my new years eve. But you don’t have to be anxious. Those Baudelaire siblings escorted me. Do you know them? Just cast an eye over A Series Unfortunate Events (Lemony Snicket) to know more about Violet, Klaus and little cute baby, Sunny. I love those books however Mr. Snicket keep telling me to put down the books because until the end of the 8th books they have not got any clue how to live happily ever after like Cinderella or snow white and those little dwarves. I am waiting the 9th book. The translator said she has finished until number 10th but the editor is too busy right now. I’ll post in the book review someday. Now I am saving my money to buy the English version. It is a little bit expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has gone up in a smoke. One year that contributed loads of reminiscences. Laughter and teardrops were there. It was a tough time for me. Auspiciously the wretched stuff had gone awry. Yeah..I am lucky. There are always people who cheer me up, bring pom-pom and recite all those energetic words. *Hugs them. Sorry to say that I didn’t record a lot of event on my journal. My diary for 2007 was almost empty. I hope all the entry in every blog of mine could help. Thanks to you rain. I am so glad when you said that you wanna share some words with me. *Give one truck of chocolate. Btw, one resolution for this year is I am going to write more on this blog. ^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first day of 2008. There are still 365 days to go. I hope everything will be better for us and our dreams that were incomplete last year will be here soon. Just like you, I still have many things to achieve and struggle for each of them. By the way, this is a rat year. That’s mine. What’s your astrological sign, rain? I have read a little bit about my luck in a magazine. But I have no clue, should I believe it or not? It looks like that I read the zodiac (I never accept it true). &lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the SMS. I’d love to reply it but the remaining credit in my prepaid card isn’t sufficient to send the message (that’s what the woman said. Hihihi...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-2790805482780514947?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/2790805482780514947/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=2790805482780514947' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/2790805482780514947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/2790805482780514947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-rain.html' title='Happy New Year Rain'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-958631014375740745</id><published>2007-12-28T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T19:56:38.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>My friend</title><content type='html'>Dear Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was crying when I typed this words for you. I don’t why, but all those tears come out from my eyes. I couldn’t help it. It’s all because of someone. Yeah, my friend just called me. She is not only my best friend but also a sister for me. She always helps me for everything that I need because in her mind, I am still a spoiled little girl. I am always become the victim of her jokes. However sometimes I get angry because of it but I know that’s the sign that she’s really cared about me. Although she’s little bit moody sometimes, keep her problem for herself, suddenly become a mute woman, it is all because she doesn’t want to become a burden for me. I am glad to have her. Until few weeks ago, we had a big cold war   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Let me tell you the detail.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We did two psychology tests together for two big companies. Unluckily, she was the only one who went on to the next level. Felt down, off course. But it was not a big crisis for me. As I know Allah has determined something bigger and better for me. ^_^ V Surprisingly, it made her feel uncomfortable. She stayed away from me. She even stopped talking to me. Hiks...one night she sent me sms. She asked me to return all her stuffs that were at my home. Argh...I didn’t know why I was so angry. As a result, I sent rude words to her. You are so swallow, that was one of some sentences that I wrote.  Since that day, we never talked. We avoided seeing each other. It was really hard and hurt me. I knew I didn’t have a fancy for this. But something closed my mind. Few days later, I heard that she went to Surabaya. I didn’t even say anything before she left.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Few days’ even weeks without her made everything different. I miss her so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Today, just now, she called me. Gosh...I couldn’t help it. My heart beat fast.  I was crying. We didn’t say any sorry. The chitchat ran like there’s nothing happen. She told me a lot of thing.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-958631014375740745?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/958631014375740745/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=958631014375740745' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/958631014375740745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/958631014375740745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-friend.html' title='My friend'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-7551216329340345663</id><published>2007-12-23T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:11:17.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-raina-'/><title type='text'>7th EMO Gathering</title><content type='html'>Dear Ally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you asked me before, i'm going to give you my side story about this gathering and about the mini gathering too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the 7th gathering that held on Dec 22, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up around 6:00 (too lazy to wake up early), taking a bath, make breakfast and eat (instant noodle with eggs), and time showing 6:55. So i call the travel agent and ask if i can get more time (injury time? hahaha). Knowing that i can't get it, they offer me to move to the next shuttle (8am). So, here i am, in the shuttle at 8am, listening to music that played from mp3 player, and continue reading Anansi Boys.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, i feel sleepy so i close the book and sleep. That time you call me but i hear it not. :D Around 10:30 i arrived at the travel agent office in kelapa gading, waiting for taxi, and continue reading Anansi Boys, and get an sms from smartie, saying: Smartie calling for raina. Where on the earth are you now.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so i inform her that i've arrived in kelapa gading and sliding directly to Shiki's house. After a few chitchat with the taxi driver, i arrived at Shiki's house, finding Cammo and Greendoplet are packaging gift from elex for us ^___^b&lt;br /&gt;A bit chitchat then Tikyut and friends are coming (still waiting for Smartie and the rest). That time, we start playing twister twice (me and shiki aren't joining the game), play uno card (i'm the winner yahoo!), and play uno stack (tikyut lost). When smartie and the rest arrived, we gather around, make a circle (a big one) and start an introduction session). That time you call and get big and noisy HELLO from everybody there. :D&lt;br /&gt;After a bit chitchat there, the big group is soon break into two. First, the large one, consist of tikyut and friends, newbies, cammo, etc are hanging around shikis's front room while shiki, smartie, laa laa, meow, and me are playing in shiki's bedroom ^___^v&lt;br /&gt;Lunch lunch lunch! ran chan cook for us. He cook salad and pasta. Taste nice. And shiki's mom cook us meatballs! After fill my stomach with lots of foods, i feel so full so i kick my body to shiki's bed, lay down there for a while while the other still have fun here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, i forgot to mention our Oma, Cippy! She cames very late at noon because of Cathy West. Hearing the story from smartie (let smartie or cippy herself told you about this), i get a bit irritated with this cathy girl. So when she come into shiki's bedroom, i ask her shortly: why you came so late like this?&lt;br /&gt;With a bit shamefull smile, she answer: Err, ketiduran (what's the english word for this? well, wake up late, that's the point). And i move my head a bit lower and shake it right to left slowly without any word come from my mouth and with a pale illfill smile on my face as a respon to her answer. Hope it can be a lesson for her :P&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason i stay in shiki's bedroom and not gather with those guys outside is... because i fell not comfortable around them. Too much fun isn't good for an old lady? Lolz it's not that. Just... i feel more fun and relax and at home in shiki's bedroom, among those senior member that i've known pretty well :D&lt;br /&gt;Most of them start to go to elex showroom while smartie, meow, cippy and me still at shiki's house. Shiki and ran chan drive us to find taxi, then we drop smartie and meow at elex showroom, while me and cippy continue our journey to cippy's house.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, at last! i try busway! Yippie! hihihihi..... And cippy treat me greenbean porridge (green bean as kacang hijau, not buncis. correct me if i'm wrong). Planning to finish reading Anansi tonight but after receiving a phone from friend, i'm too lazy to open my eyes so i continue to sleep until morning :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini gathering at Taman Anggrek, Dec 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at TA at 11:05, we directly go to gramedia and hunting for books. I found 3 books there, celestine propechy (book one from a trilogy by james redfield), peebe (a bookstory for children, for my niece), and skip beat vol10.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't collect skip beat, any of them. But suddenly cammo ask me if i want to collect them. He already bring skip beat 1-8 (unless no.7) and i only need to find the rest by myself. Hmm... thinking this month is my lucky month, i say yes and buy his skip beat and buy skip beat no.10 at gramedia too.&lt;br /&gt;Queueing at the cinema, we have a nice chitchat, not like yesterday, though akucu bring her friend that, again... like Seiren, tikyut's friend. T_T After they buy the ticket, we go to popeyes, having lunch together. And then Ephi Ong, today's star has arrived! You know what, she forget about today thou she told me previously that she already put today in her schedule T_T&lt;br /&gt;She bring me a gift, a clear mini bag that i might use as CD bag ^___^v Thanks ephi :)&lt;br /&gt;And imel come too, directly from the church. She brought me mangascans in a cd while yesterday i already get a song cd and several pics from shiki ^___^v&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for several of us that watching cinema, me, shiki, ran chan, hime chan, cippy, and imel walk around TA and guess what i find there?! Nodame cantabile no.8 and skip beat no.7 and no.9, exactly as i need! Woohooo, i've told you this is my lucky month. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;After another fun and happy chitchat there at TA, we part, and leave to cippy house again.&lt;br /&gt;This time i make sure i read Anansi a bit and having chitchat with cippy until 30 minutes before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping that late in exhausted condition, makes us lazy to wake up early. Yet, my friend calls me at 6:30, shouts: wake up, wake up, it's morning already!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.... i still sleepy, i said. But i continue talk to him and facing Anansi Boys and talk to cippy at the same time ;)&lt;br /&gt;After a while, my friend said: Go on, sleep again, continue your sleep. So, there i am, sleep again until hmm... 10:30 *blushing*&lt;br /&gt;Going downstairs, having breakfast, taking a bath, then leaving to cyber cafe, writing this, and in ten minutes, we'll off to hunt more books. Don't ask me where, ask cippy ^___^;&lt;br /&gt;So.... see you next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your beloved partner,&lt;br /&gt;-raina-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-7551216329340345663?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/7551216329340345663/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=7551216329340345663' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7551216329340345663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7551216329340345663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/12/7th-emo-gathering.html' title='7th EMO Gathering'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-4941555322331122368</id><published>2007-12-22T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:38:01.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>The Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;........... &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.3  (Linux)"&gt;      &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; But there's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops keep fallin' on my head&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red&lt;br /&gt;Cryin's not for me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm free&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's worryin' me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Do you know that song Rain? It’s a nice song however the beat makes you want to take a pillow and sleep. Hihihi...I heard it last year at my previous office. I have no idea what the singer try to tell us but I like singing and playing it on my winamp. &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I am not a person who can directly get the meaning of a song without looking at the lyric especially the song with difficult words except the easy listening one. I am a visual learner not audio one. How about you?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When I wrote these words, the rain fell heavily whereas I had appointment with my fellow. Besides I have a lot of thing to do. I know I couldn’t blame the weather. Some people will tell to being the umbrella. Umbrella, FYI, I never brings it anymore since none of them can stay longer. It is always broken. Can’t they make it a better one? The one, which can fight back the wind blow strongly. Or probably, that’s their strategy to rise up their income. They make umbrella only for few months or weeks. So we will buy theirs over and over again. Hihi...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;However I hate if I couldn’t go when it rains hard but it is nice to see them falling. It brings a peaceful feeling. I remembered when I was in senior high school; all the precedent memories came back in once second when all the trees were wet. Some of them guided me to gloom yet showed strength. My friends used to mock me when they knew about this. But who cares. I enjoy all moment when all the ground is soaking  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Back to the lyric, Yeah...there's nothing that I Have to worry about. I am sure the time will come. I just have to wait patiently and absolutely keep trying. Wish me luck ^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-4941555322331122368?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/4941555322331122368/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=4941555322331122368' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/4941555322331122368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/4941555322331122368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/12/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='The Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-409033021143352895</id><published>2007-12-12T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:55:05.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>Cavity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hi there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;How’s your day? I hope everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here I am again.How many times do you brush your teeth? Every time you take a bath or after having meals? Do you brush it before you go to bed? Me myself do it. ^_^V   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a friend who always brings her toothbrush everywhere she goes. If she stays at my home, she never forgets to clean them before turning off the light. She must have the strong one. Shockingly, previous week she sent me sms and called off our plans because of her dental cavity. She whined about it. I know it’s really hurt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The remaining question is, how come a person who always brushes her teeth regularly has a cavity? Is something wrong with her toothpaste? Or is it because she consumes too many candies and chocolates. How come a woman like her still got a cavity? I though it’s only for children. Please tell me Rain. What is the caused of cavity? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not afraid of cavity but I am not sure I can deal with the pain. I still remembered when I was in elementary school there was a big hole in my tooth. It would make my tears burst out. In one second after I chewed my food, it would send an agony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not long after that, there was a scream of little (not rich) poor girl. No body helped me. No one tried to ease the pain. I was the only one who could feel it. Fuh...I hope it won’t happen to us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keep your teeth clean !!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/6884196910982150065-409033021143352895?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/409033021143352895/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=409033021143352895' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/409033021143352895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/409033021143352895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/12/cavity.html' title='Cavity'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-6374612200109846463</id><published>2007-12-11T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:03:48.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>Watashi no Yume</title><content type='html'>Dear rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about dream? Dream that I wrote here is something that you see in black and white color when you are asleep. A series of images, event and feeling that still reminds when your alarm is ringing. Scientist said that thousand dreams could happen in one night. But we never can count it. So how do they know there are thousand? Hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people believe directly open a book that reveals its meaning. I think they are silly enough. For me dream is just the reflection of what you thought, it does not have a correlation with what you will get in the future.&lt;br /&gt;How about you Rain? Do you believe in dream? Don’t tell me that you have a pile a book about dream? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I don’t believe in dream, I always try to capture them on my notebook. My mind says it would be nice to read all those images. I always think they will be a good stock of idea to write a non-fiction story. Hehehehe...you can call me bizarre. Unluckily, I seldom bear them in my mind. And if I remember it, my hand is reluctant to take a pen and note down. So there are a lot of empty page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning, I woke up with something different. It’s all because a vivid dreams that happened last night. All the characters are people from my past. He was my chairman when I was in second and third grade, junior high school. He was the boy that I denied even when he had not told me about his feeling. Yeah...He tried to approach me. I kept away from him. He was kind and cute. Some girls in my school adored him. But I didn’t know what exactly happened to me. Probably I was too scared. Too scared to admit that I thought about him too. I just realized it few years later after graduated and moved to another town. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go back to my dream. The setting was in a school and both of us joined a same extracurricular. He asked me why I turned him down. I had no choice but told him everything. I was relieved. At least he knew the entire thing that I concealed. I could see he was smile. Unfortunately, suddenly his twin came, took my hand and asked me to stay away from the chairman. It seemed his twin was my boyfriend. Arghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi...I can’t stop laughing when I remember it. It makes me wonders how come something from the past can draw closer. Hmmm. I am sure it’s just like another ordinary dream. At least I have something to write on that silly book.&lt;br /&gt;Another questions that come up, how is he? What does he do? Where is he now?&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi...lets stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-6374612200109846463?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/6374612200109846463/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=6374612200109846463' title='5 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/6374612200109846463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/6374612200109846463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/12/watashi-no-yume.html' title='Watashi no Yume'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-2135913738089550401</id><published>2007-12-11T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T02:03:31.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>Another Song That Melts Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;The book of love is long and boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;No one can lift the damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's full of charts and facts and figures, and instructions for dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;But I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I love it when you read to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You can read me anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;The book of love has music in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;In fact that's where music comes from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Some of it's just transcendental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Some of it's just really dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;But I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I love it when you sing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You can sing me anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;The book of love is long and boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And written very long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And things we're all too young to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;But I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s another song that melts me.&lt;br /&gt;Hope some one will sing it for me. hihihi&lt;br /&gt;Day dreaming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-2135913738089550401?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/2135913738089550401/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=2135913738089550401' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/2135913738089550401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/2135913738089550401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-song-that-melts-me.html' title='Another Song That Melts Me'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-364612711705654652</id><published>2007-12-10T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:21:54.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>my small-almost messy- house</title><content type='html'>Dear Raina who just had her hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a month since my sister left me alone. Probably I have told you that she moved to another town. It is about 12 hours from Makassar. She got a new job. It means I am alone. All the responsible about the house belong to me, from cleaning it, sweeping and mopping the floor, paying the bill, feeding my crazy-greedy cats, watering the flowers, etc (Just name it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was easy. But I was wrong. I need an extra energy to help me to arrange those books and newspaper, which can be found everywhere, to make sure that there is not any dust on the table, to wash those dirty clothes (my washing machine is broken...I really want to bring them all to laundry). Garbage, I have to wait the yellow truck to throw them. Ups...I start complaining, don’t I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to handle everything but it is not easy. I said to my sister and my mom that I would be fine. They don’t have to worry. It’s a lie. Sometimes I can’t help it. Please send someone to help me. One maid is enough. Hihihi...Unfortunately, my mom won’t approve my proposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is not big, but it suddenly becomes a large field when I hold a broom. There is not any clue why it happens. Do you think there is a witch who swings her wand to me? Perhaps. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will never face a problem like me. Hmm. Get to go. Those mad cats are shouting. I am sure the dragons in their stomach are scratching each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-364612711705654652?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/364612711705654652/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=364612711705654652' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/364612711705654652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/364612711705654652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-small-almost-messy-house.html' title='my small-almost messy- house'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-7652675912450086672</id><published>2007-12-09T23:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:11:37.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-raina-'/><title type='text'>The Second Part (or the third one? XD)</title><content type='html'>Dear Ally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you this part.&lt;br /&gt;That friend of mine, he's in 'broken heart' condition since his love decided to accept other man's proposal.&lt;br /&gt;He tried to make his love change her decision but still, his love stand still. Moreover (i just knew it today from my friend), his love has been tried to matchmaking him and me since long ago. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, the reason is... because me and my friend suits well.  (?.o);&lt;br /&gt;Hope her decision to accept other man's proposal wasn't because of this. If yes, i'd feel very sorry about it since me, myself, has no intention to be more than friend with my friend. (i've told you the reason before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll add more if there's anything new :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rain-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-7652675912450086672?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/7652675912450086672/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=7652675912450086672' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7652675912450086672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7652675912450086672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/12/second-part-or-third-one-xd.html' title='The Second Part (or the third one? XD)'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-4997186722602171091</id><published>2007-12-09T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:56:33.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>it's all about me</title><content type='html'>Dear Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry I didn’t write for couple of months. I am not busy at all. There were not any good words to reveal all my thoughts. But then I realize I am the one who offered you to make this blog. I must responsible. Here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me count it again. Hmmm.It is almost 7 months since I resigned. There were a lot of application letters that I sent. Some of them tried to hire me. I almost move to Jakarta but then something changes it. There was another test from big company. My mom forced me to stay and leave the job. She thought that it was easy to pass the test. From the first time I was not sure. Bang! On 19 November, my name wasn’t on the list. There were not any tears but inside my heart I felt so down. Lucky me, there was some great books in my hands. It did not take a long time to recover. I believe Allah has determined something else for me. Something that is better. Allah loves me and probably that big company is not on my book. Or probably not this year but one, two, three even five years later. Or that is not for me at all. I should have not been so down because this small stuff. Just like an old proverbs, there are a lot of ways to go to Rome. I get my own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets see what the real problem is. I am still a freelancer, have no office to go to, no fixed salary, my mom is still worry about me because she still pays the bill, and inside my mind I admit there is a little worry when someone ask about my job. But must these things ruin my life? Hell no!!! Life is so short. Just because I am not an employee, it does not mean my life is over, doesn’t it? Bring you Pom-pom rain, please. Tell me that everything that I wrote above is not only a shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so nice to write all those words. Thanks for reading it, Rain. Wait for another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-4997186722602171091?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/4997186722602171091/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=4997186722602171091' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/4997186722602171091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/4997186722602171091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-all-about-me.html' title='it&apos;s all about me'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-112032270393382653</id><published>2007-12-08T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:16:44.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-raina-'/><title type='text'>A Story I Promised You, Girls</title><content type='html'>Hmm... where should i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's this guy who getting close to me recently. He's ... well, not to say he's handsome and so on and so on but... i'd just want to say, he's a guy who has manner. And he's a kind guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hang out together, several times. Just as friends. Not that i want to have relationship with him but... i just feel happy and fun being with him. That's all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i do really hope if this is just 'like as to friends' feeling, not a crush or something more than that. The reason... well, there're several reasons here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he's in love with another girl. Second, his religion is different to mine (this is important). Third, i just don't want to break our friendship :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... i think that's all i can share to you, girls. If you have questions or need more details, you know where to contact me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and hugs,&lt;br /&gt;-rain-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-112032270393382653?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/112032270393382653/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=112032270393382653' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/112032270393382653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/112032270393382653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/12/story-i-promised-you-girls.html' title='A Story I Promised You, Girls'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-3655962330559743797</id><published>2007-11-05T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:17:12.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-raina-'/><title type='text'>my recent heart :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Dear Ally,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;I want to tell you about something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ES" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Right now.. i’m not saying that i fall in love with someone but i like someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ES" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt; just like, that’s all….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;I feel confortable when i talk with him and when i’m with him. But, it’s so foolish to missing someone who doesn’t miss you at all right? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;So… i’ll let this feeling floating on the water… just likes him as friend and not to let this feeling goes deeper :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;How bout you, Ally dear?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Longing for your update information,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;-raina-&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/6884196910982150065-3655962330559743797?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/3655962330559743797/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=3655962330559743797' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/3655962330559743797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/3655962330559743797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-recent-heart.html' title='my recent heart :)'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-4792413202454217721</id><published>2007-08-27T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:06:20.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>I sing this song almost everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This song is for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;You’d better listen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&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: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Tak pernah ku duga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Semuanya berubah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Saat kau memandangku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Tergetar hati ini&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&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: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Kau berikan harapan tentang&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Warna warni hariku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&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: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Semenjak ada dirimu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Dunia terasa indahnya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Semenjak kau ada di sini&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kumampu melupakannya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&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: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kini aku tak sabar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Ingin hati kau untukku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Nyatakanlah kepadaku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Janji indah yang kutunggu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&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: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semua kini tlah bersinar lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Tak kan kuingat dia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&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: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Semenjak ada dirimu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dunia terasa indahnya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Semenjak kau ada di sini&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kumampu melupakannya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&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: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Semenjak ada dirimu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dunia terasa indahnya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Semenjak kau ada di sini&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Tak ingin melepaskanmu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&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: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where were you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I needed you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1 style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I found someone new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you’re gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This song is played over and over. I feel better if it is on my Winamp. Yes, after a big decision that I took about N. For your information, it is not like in the song, I haven’t got someone new. But I can detect a great sense of those words above. They bring nice atmosphere. They can sweet away all my miseries that can’t be resisted. I don’t know when it sounds boring in my ears.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What’s is your song favorite song rain? Share it here, if you don’t mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-4792413202454217721?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/4792413202454217721/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=4792413202454217721' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/4792413202454217721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/4792413202454217721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-sing-this-song-almost-everyday.html' title='I sing this song almost everyday'/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-3782184395300422036</id><published>2007-08-27T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:49:06.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Raina…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d like you to read this following story. At the first, I thought it was real. Then my friend said it is dramatically fiction. However I still envy it. Guess why? Yes I never had that kind of story when I was in at school. I was just a plain person. They notice me as normal student. Never break rules or even show a brilliant achievement. I always say to myself. I could do better thing. I could make a great history, make them feel awesome and the best thing is they would never forget me because I was so special in their eyes. Hehehe…you can call me freak, rain. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uuppss…almost forgot, &lt;a href="http://ryan_bc.blogs.friendster.com/my_world/2007/07/dendam_nyi_rong.html"&gt;here ‘s the story &lt;/a&gt;. Take your time to read it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once again, all those words are fiction.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I do, I do envy it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I have told you I am a plain student. All teachers never got angry to me. But they never gave me compliment. No wonder, when I came back to school, some of them almost forgot me. I know it sound pathetic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How’s your high school life? You have written in your blog that you have fought with another student (correct me I f I am wrong). One thing is added to my list. I never fought. Hihihi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I realize that I was such a person who tried to avoid a conflict. Few years later, I know the reason why. Deep down inside my mind and heart I wanted everything was in the right place. My ears were too sensitive for all high tones. My eyes were not allowed to see all shouting matches. Every cell in my brain said no to a mess. Ask me why? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only answer is my family. It was really strict. There were a lot of things that I couldn’t do. They kept giving me warning if I was in wrong track. I couldn’t blame my D or M for all those things above that I missed. They wanted me to be a good girl that never made a red or even black cross in their big name. They got it. There wasn’t any letter from school that reported about my bad attitude. He he…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know that they did those entire thing because they didn’t want to see me fall in the place that they thought was a worse as hell. They tried to protect me with their own way. They love me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could not blame them for everything that I don’t have now. God still gives me time to scratch a lot of great thing in my own book.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Lift my hands and pray&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fuh..it is nice to share this thought. Thanks for reading it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-3782184395300422036?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/3782184395300422036/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=3782184395300422036' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/3782184395300422036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/3782184395300422036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-raina-id-like-you-to-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aleetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725339738066365958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUfY9w0ASvQ/TTlT82eiLEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/w7UuogqyUhc/s220/AIbEiAIAAABDCIKRkePI2ZXnJiILdmNhcmRfcGhvdG8qKGU4N2VkNjlmN2YwODliZGQ5NTM2ZTRkNTRjY2JmOWEzZTg4ODdhMTEwASu2GUEfAQ7LQXn3PjI3SiE01ZWN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-8227251128404913436</id><published>2007-08-17T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:05:54.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>My day off</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I had my holiday for almost three weeks. I had read some manga that I should have finished long time ago. Here they are  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PJjiBy-GT24/RsZufSy8z3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8MLf7R7Znfk/s1600-h/ouran1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PJjiBy-GT24/RsZufSy8z3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8MLf7R7Znfk/s320/ouran1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099885111944204146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OURAN HOST CLUB. That’s the manga that I read recently. Yeah, I always buy hanalala. But I could not read them all. So when the holiday came, I spent my time with all those silly boys and Haruri. Hehehehe…Have you read them?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the first time I didn’t like them much. The first reason is the picture is not too good. Beside the story is too weak. There is no such club. Even in an elite private school. It was too much. That time I didn’t use my imagination. It was too much. Hehehehe…The last reason was there are a lot of comments around the conversation bubbles. It made me get headache.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then when I reread it again from the first chapter, Ouran Host Clun is not that bad. They are funny enough. Sometimes I can’t stop loving. I wish I could be in there school. But I will never get into the room. Until now I still think that all the students who become the host club costumer are silly. However I adore Mori-san. Hehehehehe…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Second manga was SKIP BEAT. I am sure you have read all the chapters. Did you download it or just read it from Elex? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have read until the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; volume. The rest of them I finished few days ago. Why? Just like&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PJjiBy-GT24/RsZvrCy8z4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/EpSvN9rdm4M/s1600-h/250px-Skip_Beat%21_HCD_Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 220px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PJjiBy-GT24/RsZvrCy8z4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/EpSvN9rdm4M/s320/250px-Skip_Beat%21_HCD_Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099886413319294850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ouran, Skip Beat also has a lot of words out of conversation bubble. Thanks god, I had my holiday. So I could open the plastic and read them all. ^_^ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The story is nice. I could not stop laughing because of some scene. Especially when Kyoko was with her friend, Moko.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All Kyoko’s efforts are amazing I like the way she tried to reach her way. However all of them because her revenge. What’s wrong with revenge? Ren hates Kyoko because of it. But sometimes we need it to release everything that bound us. We need it to make us feel satisfied. We need it to make another people feel what we feel. But Allah said that I could not do such things. He says that it is His right to give the punishment, not me. He tells us to learn to forgive someone who makes a big wound in our heart. Don’t you think it is difficult? But I know that He has great meaning behind all His Words. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I learn a lot from all those manga above. Some people said that manga just waste our time. But they are wrong. Manga not only sells dream but also teaches me many things. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish I could watch their anime. It is really hard to find them here…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/6884196910982150065-8227251128404913436?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/8227251128404913436/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=8227251128404913436' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/8227251128404913436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/8227251128404913436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-day-off.html' title='My day off'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PJjiBy-GT24/RsZufSy8z3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8MLf7R7Znfk/s72-c/ouran1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-1441329175304060231</id><published>2007-08-17T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:43:50.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>To much sleeping will kill me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Raina &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This week I got a problem. If a lot of people out there complain about their insomnia. I got vise versa. I could not resist sleeping. I couldn’t stand to read or watch without sleeping. Argh… I wasted my time again. It makes me lazy to do anything. It looks like there is a germ or virus that keep telling my head that everything will be better by sleeping. They said that it would help me to solve my problem. Ugh…whereas I have a lot of important things to do. One of them is writing for you. But no matter how hard I try to stay awake, I always feel sleepy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a weirdo!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everybody knows that there is not any germ or virus. Diseases called laziness attacked me. Argh… I admit it. It is all because I lost my spirit. I was too worried about something. God has arranged everything. They have said it many times in the holy book. It is me who can’t use my free time to do something good. It is me who can’t control my mind, who let the bad prejudice take the first place. Rain, I wish you were to knock my head down. I still have a high pile of books and manga to read. Hey talk about manga, lets talk about it in another chapter, shall we? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fuh…too much sleep will kill you. I hope you won’t have a same problem like me. Hehehehehe….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight, the day when I wrote this for you, I promise to myself that I won’t go to bed earlier. I have to finish at least one book. There are some books, which need to be reviewed. Btw, have you seen my book blog? You can visit it someday if you are online. I have written some review. Btw, I am going to make review of our books (perpustakkan Ajaib Bibbi Bokken) too. Wait for it. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/6884196910982150065-1441329175304060231?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/1441329175304060231/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=1441329175304060231' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/1441329175304060231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/1441329175304060231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-much-sleeping-will-kill-me.html' title='To much sleeping will kill me'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-4816624306750293936</id><published>2007-08-17T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:28:17.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>It's him</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Raina&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was mad. Fuh…I was too shy to admit that I have done a lot of silly thing s about one man. Because of him I closed my eyes for another man. I denied giving any changes to another man who offered me something. I could not think any man but him. I was in love. His shadow was around me all time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just called him N. He is a friend of mine. We have known each other since we were in senior high school. He is a nice man. He was always there when I had problem to share. He was the best listener. We used to share everything. He was one man that could make me feel comfort to reveal everything. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t know why, years go by, I found that I had a great wish about him. Yes, I was in love with him. I wish he looked at the same star. The craziest thing was I lifted my hand and prays. But there is not any power to tell him. Because I know I will ruin everything. So I just kept all these feelings alone. &lt;i&gt;You must love me by Madonna &lt;/i&gt;was my favorite song. You used to see it in my signature, didn’t you? It was really hard to hide it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was a fool girl. It was so hard to admit it. My time was wasted. He shadows were everywhere. I could not blame him for not reading the signs or clues that I gave. I was sure he felt uncomfortable for all the attention that I gave or even he didn’t feel anything. I am so sorry N. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However it took more than a year for me to realize everything was useless. It is not easy for me to realize that there is the ONE who is going to accompany me until the rest of my life. Just like your last posting. hehe…The dream that I knitted just make my heart bruised. What a fool girl. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I am ready to say goodbye to my stupid feeling. There are a lot of dream to catch. Not like him who is out of reach. Now, Everyday I pray to God so he can tell my heart that everything is okay without him. I always tell my mind that he is just a friend. I could not ask for more. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hahahaha… See, how desperate I am. But I know this is the best way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bye N…&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/6884196910982150065-4816624306750293936?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/4816624306750293936/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=4816624306750293936' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/4816624306750293936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/4816624306750293936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-him.html' title='It&apos;s him'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-264309754095652528</id><published>2007-08-14T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:11:09.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-raina-'/><title type='text'>Starting from a quote i read</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;There’s a quote from this man initialed J.D. I read it somewhere. I’ll just type it here ^^&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;I have a thought… the ONE God has meant for us is going to be the hardest to get, the hardest to keep, and the hardest to accept. Because through all that, love will grow stronger, bonds will become thicker, and the future will become more clear. &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;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;Love wasn’t made to be easy, otherwise, we wouldn’t end up with the RIGHT person, we would end up with the first one who came along. By struggling, we single out the wrong ones and realize who really is the ONE.&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;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;I agree that what God meant for us is never easy because it’s the best for us. To get/keep/accept what best for us is never easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt; So do love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;That’s why I always believe that love is never just about feeling, but also more to commitment and some other things. Without commitment and those other things, love won’t stay long.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And about realizing the one God has meant for us… it’s about making decision, I believe. We, at least me, can’t never be so sure if the one is really the one God has meant for us/me. But, once I keep this on my mind: once I make decision, once I meet someone and once we’re bounds in a marriage, he IS the one and he will be the only one. I will keep a faith that he’s the one God meant for me even if he’s not. Why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is because knowing the best and making decision is two different things, especially in marriage. For me, marriage is a sacred thing that only happened once in a lifetime. So, once I made a decision, it can’t be changed. None can change it, not even a divorce. ^^ Call me conservative, but that’s my belief. ^^a&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, just giving comments about the quote I read yesterday. ^__^ How about you, Ally? Any other story from your side? Waiting for your side-story, Ally ^-^&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later,&lt;br /&gt;-raina-&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/6884196910982150065-264309754095652528?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/264309754095652528/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=264309754095652528' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/264309754095652528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/264309754095652528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/starting-from-quote-i-read.html' title='Starting from a quote i read'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-428708985475060563</id><published>2007-08-07T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:11:22.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-raina-'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/WINDOWS/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Dear Ally,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I’m gonna tell you about what happened last night at my workplace. Quite funny :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yesterday there’s a customer, just name her C8 (it’s her customer id) ^^ We’ve talked and have some chit chat several times. Last night I discovered that she has a side job as an insurance agent. She offered me a health insurance. She said, the minimum monthly payment is Rp300,000. So I told her to make the calculation for Rp300,000. But she suddenly said: “Come on, don’t take the Rp300,000 one lah, pay some more. You’re a rich girl, why only take the Rp300,000 lah?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;XD I laugh. I said: “Me? Rich? How come you say that? I’m not rich.” But she replied: “Come on, don’t lie to me. Your skin can’t lie. Your skin tells me that you’re a rich girl.” So, I look to my skin, and said: “Haha… this skin doesn’t even get any treatment, you know. I’m not a rich girl at all.” Then she said: “How come you get this fair skin then?” I said: “Don’t know. Maybe because of the food I eat since kids.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then she asked me: “What is it? Pork? (Several days ago I said her that pork is always available at my house everyday)” I just want to make some jokes, so I replied: “Yes, it’s because I eat pork everyday.” LOL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;^^a I was surprised that someone thought that I’m a rich girl just because of this skin I have ^^a I don’t think this skin is so nice although I have no complain about my skin either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt; But… I start to think, do my skin is that fair so that some people will have the same opinion as her? ^^a &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Oh, and one more thing, she also said that I’m a lucky person (just because I have big fingers). So I replied: “Yes, I am a lucky girl. Many people told me that way too, due to my big fingers, round face, etc.” XD rofl I can’t hold my laugh. Anyway, I’m not interested to buy the insurance :D Right now, I don’t think I need an insurance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Okay, my eyes gets blur blur blur right now. I have to take some nap first because I slept around 3am last night and woke up around 7am or 7.30am (and right now, when I write this, it’s 12pm). So, I’ll contact you soon ^____^b&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Partner of yours,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;-raina-&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/6884196910982150065-428708985475060563?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/428708985475060563/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=428708985475060563' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/428708985475060563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/428708985475060563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-ally-right-now-im-gonna-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-8902534091957422193</id><published>2007-08-05T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:02:32.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-rainally-'/><title type='text'>The Beginning of Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Writing on journal is one way to appreciate something that has happen in our life. That is one reason why there are piles of diary in our bookshelves. Because we believe that every day is special. Same thing won’t happen in one day. Writing all those things remind and teach us many things. Some people say it is silly. But for us, those entire journals are treasure. We love journals.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time goes by, we are not only kept our treasure in a book. Technology allows us to save it in blog. So it is not only us who can read it but also our friends, acquaintances, or even stranger can read it. Of course we have manage which one that can be shared to others.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bibbi Bokkens Magische Bibliothek, or Perpustakaan Ajaib Bibbi Bokken, a book that is written by Jostein Gaarder and Klaus Hagerup, has inspired us to make this online journal. It told about two cousins who shared letter-book. With that book, they wrote anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That made us thought. If Berit and Nils could have it, why don’t we? It must be nice to have such that book. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I, Ally, have offered it to some friends but only Raina who say yes. So we decided to create it out diary online in some site. Multiply and Blogspot are chosen because it is not only easy but also have some nice features. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“rainally.multiply.com” and “rainally.blogspot.com” are ours. We are going to write anything on it. Our thought, mind, opinion, ideas or anything will be revealed. However some private area are only for our eyes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have written on it. We never know when we will stop. But I do enjoy this project. Who knows that we are going to create a great story? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/6884196910982150065-8902534091957422193?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/8902534091957422193/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=8902534091957422193' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/8902534091957422193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/8902534091957422193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/beginning-of-idea.html' title='The Beginning of Idea'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-7689290475552432692</id><published>2007-08-05T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T05:59:22.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few days ago, I read something on the back of a book. The author said that there would be three men in our life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First, A man who loves us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Second a man who we love, and &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last one a man that who is written in our destiny. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My question, which one do you choose?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we wanna play save, probably it would be nice if we choose that man who love us. But think it over how is about our own feeling? Will we close our eyes and heart then deny all the feeling that we have inside? No I won’t. I’d prefer to a man that I love. It will be really nice to see someone that is always in our mind. I hope I will find him someday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were some men. But I have no idea about my feeling inside. There is no clue if it is love or not. Sometimes a part of me wishes that he would be a part of my life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He is a nice man. He is always there if I need him. I feel comfort if he is near.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However there is no sign that he sees the same star. And it makes me doubt. :’((&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;mmm..about the man that is written in our destiny, it is still a big mystery. I don’t want to talk about it. Because sooner or later he will stand right in front of me…will he be the man that I love or love me, only God knows. Let it be a mystery. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;hehehe…I am so sorry if I make you read this Just wanna let out all this silly thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-7689290475552432692?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/7689290475552432692/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=7689290475552432692' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7689290475552432692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/7689290475552432692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-1644510166244505780</id><published>2007-08-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:10:28.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-raina-'/><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Ally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to write more, so i write this now :) just want to tell you about what i'm doing right now and what i'm going to do today. I wake up a bit early today, just to meet someone on irc :D Thank goodness that someone is on irc and we're chatting right now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chat awhile, i planned to go outside, checking my bank account, if my aunt already transfer the college fee and the monthly money for me, then go to the bank and pay the college fee. After that, visit my workplace to hands a flu medicine to my co-worker (i infected her, so it's my responsibility to give her meds) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at the afternoon, i'll move. Need to rent a car and ask my old dorm-worker to help me moving. I need him to help me to set the shelfs and some other stuffs. Well, hope i can sleep in comfort tonight in my new dorm. Hehehe... don't want to sleep among boxes, right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is the last day i enjoy internet on my own room. hehehe.... next time i go online, i'll contact you first, Ally. Hope to hear from you soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your online-partner,&lt;br /&gt;-raina-&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/6884196910982150065-1644510166244505780?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/1644510166244505780/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=1644510166244505780' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/1644510166244505780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/1644510166244505780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-6791158788403215963</id><published>2007-08-01T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:09:44.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-raina-'/><title type='text'>My monday, tuesday, and wednesday ^^</title><content type='html'>dear Ally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How was my Monday? Hm... i forgot how my Monday is ^^;; Ah, Monday... was sick on Monday. Very very sick. Headache, a bit fever, and flu. But i go to work. I got afternoon shift on Monday. At work, i can't concentrate well, but i forced myself to do the best. Thank goodness i can do my job well that day. Go home around 10pm (it's pretty cold and i walk alone :( hiks...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do some packing (have to prepare to move) but i can't do much because of this illness. Not so much to do, but pretty tiring. *blames the flu* I go online a bit and off to bed, hoping i will get well tomorrow. But hope is just a hope, my condition got worse on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep going online (and we have appointment too, right? ^^) But after i drank medicines, i got very sleepy so i take some nap. That's why i smsed you that noon. After taking an hour nap, i wake up and continue packing. I do the packing for the whole day! ^^a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke up pretty early, start my day with 'putting a protective cover to my comics', read a chapter of my novel, continue packing, and go online a bit. Then i leave to work :) Again, i arrived at my dorm around 10pm T_T and keep sneezing tonight. The weather is a bit cold tonight. So i put my scarf on :D I think i will sleep wearing a sweater tonight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, see you tomorrow morning, or another chance, Ally :) Take care ^_______^b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-raina-&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/6884196910982150065-6791158788403215963?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/6791158788403215963/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=6791158788403215963' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/6791158788403215963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/6791158788403215963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-monday-tuesday-and-wednesday.html' title='My monday, tuesday, and wednesday ^^'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-6348469866070074089</id><published>2007-08-01T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:08:08.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>My Monday</title><content type='html'>Dear raina…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Monday?&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the payment of the project that I have done. It is not as big as the salary that I used to get when I taught in that English School. But it is enough to buy some book and comics. There were some books that I bought yesterday. ^_^ Most of them are children books. And At least BUDDHA 1 is on my hand. I am going to make the review. There are already five books about Buddha but I have to wait for another project. Wish me luck. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at home, I took a rest. I was going to attend my teacher’s wedding party and his birthday party.  He is not only my teacher but also my ex manager in English school. I respect him a lot. He was a good and wise manager. When the invitation was in hand, I said to myself, I had to be there. So I asked my sister to accompany me, as usual. So she took me to Horizon hotel. Unfortunately, something wrong with the car. I am sure some parts are broken. Argh…. We decided to put the car in my cousin’s house and take becak (not pedicab) to the hotel. Argh…5 minutes later we arrived in front of the hotel. Wow, there was traffic jam. My teacher must have invited a lot of people. I had to queue to get into the hall. Hey …look at the pictures (my teacher took his wife in his arms) that they put in the front.  There’s something wrong with it. He was smiling. But it was not sincere. I could see something burden his shoulder. Fuh… I hope it just my bad prejudice. Probably it is all because he is photogenic. Hehehehe…I gave him a lot of good wishes. Happy birthday, have a long life; have a great family, live happily ever after. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my cousin’s house, we had chitchat. He said that the pipe was leaking. That’s is why the temperature is changing fast. Fuh… I think this is the right time to sell this old car. But I am not sure my parents will agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I got sms from my friend. She said that she got a job in PLN. I was so excited. At least one of us passed. At least one of us stops using freelance label in her chest. . I congratulated her. Wow, I did a same thing twice. But I don’t know why there is a weird feeling inside.  I can’t deny that I envy her. I wish I could get a phone call from the company a.s.a.p.fuh…I have to erase this feeling and change it become a energy to do something better. Astaghfirullah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-6348469866070074089?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/6348469866070074089/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=6348469866070074089' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/6348469866070074089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/6348469866070074089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-monday.html' title='My Monday'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6884196910982150065.post-1462461364616292275</id><published>2007-07-29T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:11:52.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Ally-'/><title type='text'>First Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I started!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go. another blog for us. I have posted someting in out MP. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have choose a template. I hope you like it, rain. If you don't we can change it. I am still confused with the things that we are going to post. Because there is something that is only for our eyes. As you know in blogger, all people can see what we write. We need some privacy, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What d' ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for you posting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6884196910982150065-1462461364616292275?l=rainally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/feeds/1462461364616292275/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6884196910982150065&amp;postID=1462461364616292275' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/1462461364616292275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6884196910982150065/posts/default/1462461364616292275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainally.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-posting.html' title='First Posting'/><author><name>RainAlly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15501966959302831110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/361/nitipya5eq4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
