<?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-1360148793138536353</id><updated>2011-11-16T13:40:34.363+07:00</updated><category term='bad mood'/><category term='movie'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='school life'/><category term='new experience'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='song'/><category term='design'/><category term='anime'/><category term='new'/><category term='website'/><category term='love life'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='writing'/><category term='fashion'/><title type='text'>(: gabriela gracia's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm moody and that's why i call myself 'the moody writer' :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6322748142202571356</id><published>2011-03-15T13:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:09:18.531+07:00</updated><title type='text'>who knows</title><content type='html'>I never thought that I could have a life like the one that I have now.&lt;br /&gt;who knew that I would get a scholarship and would be gone to Singapore just two weeks after receiving it?&lt;br /&gt;who knew that I would make a lot of new friends from different countries?&lt;br /&gt;who knew that I would have a crush on one of them and ended up having a broken heart again?&lt;br /&gt;who knew that I would actually study Malay and was good at it?&lt;br /&gt;who knew that I would live in the same hostel as my friend's friends?&lt;br /&gt;who knew that I would join the news com?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew that I would have a hectic life in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;who knew that I would be either happy or depressed here?&lt;br /&gt;who knew that I would miss my family and friends very very much?&lt;br /&gt;who knew that I would cry everytime I hear my family or my friends' voices?&lt;br /&gt;who knew that I wished I can still have my previous life in Indonesia?&lt;br /&gt;who knew that my wishes were impossible to realize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.....who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows what is yet to come for me?&lt;br /&gt;who knows what will happen next?&lt;br /&gt;who knows when will I get the boy of my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;who knows how will I survive against my homesickness?&lt;br /&gt;who knows why it all happen to me so unexpectedly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe God knows. either way, I know that He has already prepared a great future ahead for me.&lt;br /&gt;my job is only to wait for His Plan to be unfold. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6322748142202571356?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6322748142202571356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6322748142202571356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6322748142202571356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6322748142202571356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-knows.html' title='who knows'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1652802625980923973</id><published>2010-10-31T08:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:09:49.111+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment.  My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and  such to sell... anything for the money we needed she was such an  embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school. &lt;br /&gt;I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The  next day at school..."Your mom only has one eye?!" and they taunted me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to  my mom, "Mom, why don't you have the other eye?! You're only going to  make me a laughingstock. Why don't you just die?" My mom did not  respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good  to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I  had hurt her feelings very badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.  My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she  might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of  the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me  in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out  of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become  successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and  studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the  confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I  had kids, too. Now I'm living happily as a successful man. I like it  here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected  came to see me "What?! Who's this?!" ...It was my mother...Still with  her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My  little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I asked her, "Who are you? I don't know you!!!" as if I tried to  make that real. I screamed at her "How dare you come to my house and  scare my daughter! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!" And to this, my mother  quietly answered, "oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong  address," and she disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize  me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or  think about this for the rest of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a wave of relief came upon me...one day, a letter regarding a  school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was  going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old  shack, that I used to call a house...just out of curiosity there, I  found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single  tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My son...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think my life has been long enough now. And... I won't visit Seoul  anymore... but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit  me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard  you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the  school.... For you... I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an  embarrassment for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost  your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up  with only one eye... so I gave you mine...I was so proud of my son that  was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was  never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were  angry with me. I thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me.' I miss  the times when you were still young around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world shattered!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cried for the person who lived for me... &lt;b&gt;My Mother&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1652802625980923973?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1652802625980923973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1652802625980923973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1652802625980923973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1652802625980923973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/mothers-sacrifice.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Sacrifice'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1946718848833717064</id><published>2010-10-31T08:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:03:46.539+07:00</updated><title type='text'>renungan</title><content type='html'>Biasanya, bagi seorang anak perempuan yang sudah dewasa, yang sedang  bekerja diperantauan, yang ikut suaminya merantau di luar kota atau luar  negeri, yang sedang bersekolah atau kuliah jauh dari kedua orang  tuanya.. akan sering merasa kangen sekali dengan Mamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu bagaimana dengan Papa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin karena Mama lebih sering menelepon untuk menanyakan keadaanmu  setiap hari, tapi tahukah kamu, jika ternyata Papa-lah yang mengingatkan  Mama untuk menelponmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin dulu sewaktu kamu kecil, Mama-lah yang lebih sering mengajakmu  bercerita atau berdongeng, tapi tahukah kamu, bahwa sepulang Papa  bekerja dan dengan wajah lelah Papa selalu menanyakan pada Mama tentang  kabarmu dan apa yang kau lakukan seharian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat dirimu masih seorang anak perempuan kecil.. Papa biasanya  mengajari putri kecilnya naik sepeda. Dan setelah Papa mengganggapmu  bisa, Papa akan melepaskan roda bantu di sepedamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Mama bilang : "Jangan dulu Papa, jangan dilepas dulu roda  bantunya"&lt;br /&gt;Mama takut putri manisnya terjatuh lalu terluka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sadarkah kamu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa Papa dengan yakin akan membiarkanmu, menatapmu, dan menjagamu  mengayuh sepeda dengan seksama karena dia tahu putri kecilnya PASTI  BISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat kamu menangis merengek meminta boneka atau mainan yang baru,  Mama menatapmu iba. Tetapi Papa akan mengatakan dengan tegas : "Boleh,  kita beli nanti, tapi tidak sekarang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah kamu, Papa melakukan itu karena Papa tidak ingin kamu menjadi  anak yang manja dengan semua tuntutan yang selalu dapat dipenuhi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat kamu sakit pilek, Papa yang terlalu khawatir sampai kadang sedikit  membentak dengan berkata : "Sudah di bilang! kamu jangan minum air  dingin!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbeda dengan Mama yang memperhatikan dan menasihatimu dengan lembut.  Ketahuilah, saat itu Papa benar-benar mengkhawatirkan keadaanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kamu sudah beranjak remaja.... Kamu mulai menuntut pada Papa  untuk dapat izin keluar malam, dan Papa bersikap tegas dan mengatakan:  "Tidak&lt;br /&gt;boleh!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah kamu, bahwa Papa melakukan itu untuk menjagamu? Karena bagi  Papa, kamu adalah sesuatu yang sangat - sangat luar biasa berharga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu kamu marah pada Papa, dan masuk ke kamar sambil membanting  pintu... Dan yang datang mengetok pintu dan membujukmu agar tidak marah  adalah Mama....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah kamu, bahwa saat itu Papa memejamkan matanya dan menahan gejolak  dalam batinnya, bahwa Papa sangat ingin mengikuti keinginanmu, tapi  lagi-lagi dia HARUS menjagamu?&lt;br /&gt;Ketika saat seorang cowok mulai sering menelponmu, atau bahkan datang ke  rumah untuk menemuimu, Papa akan memasang wajah paling cool sedunia....  :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa sesekali menguping atau mengintip saat kamu sedang ngobrol berdua  di ruang tamu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadarkah kamu, kalau hati Papa merasa cemburu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat kamu mulai lebih dipercaya, dan Papa melonggarkan sedikit peraturan  untuk keluar rumah untukmu, kamu akan memaksa untuk melanggar jam  malamnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka yang dilakukan Papa adalah duduk di ruang tamu, dan menunggumu  pulang dengan hati yang sangat khawatir...dan setelah perasaan khawatir  itu berlarut- larut... ketika melihat putri kecilnya pulang larut malam  hati Papa akan mengeras dan Papa memarahimu.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadarkah kamu, bahwa ini karena hal yang di sangat ditakuti Papa akan  segera datang? "Bahwa putri kecilnya akan segera pergi meninggalkan  Papa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah lulus SMA, Papa akan sedikit memaksamu untuk menjadi seorang  Dokter atau Insinyur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketahuilah, bahwa seluruh paksaan yang dilakukan Papa itu semata - mata  hanya karena memikirkan masa depanmu nanti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi toh Papa tetap tersenyum dan mendukungmu saat pilihanmu tidak  sesuai dengan keinginan Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kamu menjadi gadis dewasa.... dan kamu harus pergi kuliah dikota  lain... Papa harus melepasmu di bandara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah kamu bahwa badan Papa terasa kaku untuk memelukmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa hanya tersenyum sambil memberi nasehat ini - itu, dan menyuruhmu  untuk berhati-hati. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal Papa ingin sekali menangis seperti Mama dan memelukmu erat-erat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Papa lakukan hanya menghapus sedikit air mata di sudut matanya, dan  menepuk pundakmu berkata "Jaga dirimu baik-baik ya sayang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa melakukan itu semua agar kamu KUAT...kuat untuk pergi dan menjadi  dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaat kamu butuh uang untuk membiayai uang semester dan kehidupanmu,  orang pertama yang mengerutkan kening adalah Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa pasti berusaha keras mencari jalan agar anaknya bisa merasa sama  dengan teman-temannya yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika permintaanmu bukan lagi sekedar meminta boneka baru, dan Papa  tahu ia tidak bisa memberikan yang kamu inginkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata yang keluar dari mulut Papa adalah : "Tidak.... Tidak bisa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal dalam batin Papa, Ia sangat ingin mengatakan "Iya sayang, nanti  Papa belikan untukmu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah kamu bahwa pada saat itu Papa merasa gagal membuat anaknya  tersenyum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saatnya kamu diwisuda sebagai seorang sarjana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa adalah orang pertama yang berdiri dan memberi tepuk tangan untukmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa akan tersenyum dengan bangga dan puas melihat "putri kecilnya yang  tidak manja berhasil tumbuh dewasa, dan telah menjadi seseorang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai saat seorang teman Lelakimu datang ke rumah dan meminta izin pada  Papa untuk mengambilmu darinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa akan sangat berhati-hati memberikan izin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena Papa tahu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa lelaki itulah yang akan menggantikan posisinya nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhirnya.... Saat Papa melihatmu duduk di Panggung Pelaminan&lt;br /&gt;bersama seseorang Lelaki yang di anggapnya pantas menggantikannya, Papa&lt;br /&gt;pun tersenyum bahagia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kamu mengetahui, di hari yang bahagia itu Papa pergi kebelakang  panggung sebentar, dan menangis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa menangis karena papa sangat berbahagia, kemudian Papa berdoa....  Dalam lirih doanya kepada Tuhan, Papa berkata: "Ya Tuhan tugasku telah  selesai dengan baik.... Putri kecilku yang lucu dan kucintai telah  menjadi wanita yang cantik.... Bahagiakanlah ia bersama suaminya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu Papa hanya bisa menunggu kedatanganmu bersama cucu-cucunya  yang sesekali datang untuk menjenguk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rambut yang telah dan semakin memutih.... Dan badan serta lengan  yang tak lagi kuat untuk menjagamu dari bahaya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa telah menyelesaikan tugasnya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, Ayah, Bapak, atau Abah kita... Adalah sosok yang harus selalu  terlihat kuat... Bahkan ketika dia tidak kuat untuk tidak menangis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia harus terlihat tegas bahkan saat dia ingin memanjakanmu. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan dia adalah yang orang pertama yang selalu yakin bahwa "KAMU BISA"  dalam segala hal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, banyak hal yang mungkin tidak bisa dikatakan Ayah / Bapak / Romo /  Papa / Papi kita... tapi setidaknya kini kita mengerti apa yang  tersembunyi dibalik hatinya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1946718848833717064?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1946718848833717064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1946718848833717064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1946718848833717064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1946718848833717064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/renungan.html' title='renungan'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-4078949484089144409</id><published>2010-10-09T09:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:24:37.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'>just wanna say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/TK_SAwvC_TI/AAAAAAAAAac/kyRFKd9sG_Y/s1600/10105017341_p7Ldn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/TK_SAwvC_TI/AAAAAAAAAac/kyRFKd9sG_Y/s320/10105017341_p7Ldn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-4078949484089144409?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4078949484089144409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=4078949484089144409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4078949484089144409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4078949484089144409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-wanna-say.html' title='just wanna say'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/TK_SAwvC_TI/AAAAAAAAAac/kyRFKd9sG_Y/s72-c/10105017341_p7Ldn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1602107680723284585</id><published>2010-10-05T23:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:52:33.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mountain of laughter</title><content type='html'>so today, my geography group made a mountain in my house. i cut my finger :'(&lt;br /&gt;messy house to clean after that. but it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;we laughed a lot during the time we cut the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i even made noodles for Ika, Sugi, and myself!&lt;br /&gt;well, it's a new experience ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch Legend of Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole tomorrow with Jeong and maybe someone else. finally! i'm going out to the mall again after finishing the mid terms. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All the things i still remember, summer's never looked the same. The years go by and time just seems to fly, but the memories remain.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;.......Nothing to lose but everything to gain&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Reflecting now on how things could've been, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;it was worth it in the end.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daughtry, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hear the song, see the MV. listen to the sound of the guitar and imagine the memories that remain in your heart and see what'll happen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: red; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1602107680723284585?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1602107680723284585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1602107680723284585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1602107680723284585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1602107680723284585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/mountain-of-laughter.html' title='mountain of laughter'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-2108287057369986312</id><published>2010-10-04T19:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:01:08.687+07:00</updated><title type='text'>alohaaa</title><content type='html'>hello world!&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since i blogged. so, of course i change my blog. new header, new color, new background, etc. what do you guys think? is it better or worse?&lt;br /&gt;oh, guess what. i'm a High School student now. i go to Ipeka Puri High School, and it's been 4 months since i have become a High School student. wow, time flies so fast and i can't catch up with it. so many things have happened. i gain new friends, gain new knowledge, and perhaps find new love (?) haha and my grades are dropping. too much stress leads to a bad grade. hope i can get great scores for the mid term.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the last day of mid term and i'm so excited! freedom, here i come! and i'm gonna make a mountain tomorrow with Jeong, Ika, Sugi, and Dylan. we're gonna be dirty :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends a lot. Verena, Grace, Marza, Nikita, Akiko, well.. there's a lot. to be honest, i miss JHS. we can still be free. in SHS, you barely have time to go to the mall and hangout with your friends :s&lt;br /&gt;i haven't watched a lot of movies. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for Step Up 3D. since i love anything related to music, i have to watch this movie. can't wait for it to be released in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it's late, i gotta have dinner now. TTYL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;-Gaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&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/1360148793138536353-2108287057369986312?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2108287057369986312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=2108287057369986312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2108287057369986312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2108287057369986312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/10/alohaaa.html' title='alohaaa'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-9063831109630284563</id><published>2010-09-14T15:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:06:19.784+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/TI8r6TPh91I/AAAAAAAAAXs/LCxvQi1gMEA/s1600/snapshot%287%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/TI8r6TPh91I/AAAAAAAAAXs/LCxvQi1gMEA/s320/snapshot%287%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/TI8sA7zNDzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/lSR5YscOd4M/s1600/snapshot%288%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/TI8sA7zNDzI/AAAAAAAAAX0/lSR5YscOd4M/s320/snapshot%288%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry. i'm currently stressed out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-9063831109630284563?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/9063831109630284563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=9063831109630284563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/9063831109630284563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/9063831109630284563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/TI8pAKYJESI/AAAAAAAAAW8/JOJOWakMWBg/s72-c/snapshot%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6903081807093901102</id><published>2010-07-04T23:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:24:28.083+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>the leaf flew because of the wind or because the tree didn't ask it to stay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i read this in &lt;a href="http://burgerwithchilisauce.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://burgerwithchilisauce.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and then in &lt;a href="http://mystupidactions.blogspot.com/"&gt;grace&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.&amp;nbsp; but in her blog, it was in Bahasa Indonesia. so i translated it to English so that you can all read it. enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cd4fvidei5M/TCF-rfXyELI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zjFzzj0-j3U/s1600/57114048_5f9170dda2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cd4fvidei5M/TCF-rfXyELI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zjFzzj0-j3U/s400/57114048_5f9170dda2.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;The Tree&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;The Leaf&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"If you want love from someone, then show your love. Love doesn't need hesitation. Just show it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE TREE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why people call me "Tree" is because i'm so good at drawing trees. After that, I always draw a tree at the right side as a trademark for all of my paintings. I've been in a relationship with 5 girls when I was in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl that I loved so much, but I didn't have the courage to tell it to her. She doesn't have a pretty face, a sexy body, etc, she really cares about other people and she's religious, but she's just a normal girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked her, liked her a lot. I liked her innocent style and I liked her just the way she is. I liked her independence, I liked her autonomy and her cleverness. The reason that i didn't ask her out was because I felt that she was so normal and unsuitable for me. I was also afraid, about us and all these beautiful feelings would disappear. I was also afraid if the gossips would hurt you. I felt that she was my "bestfriend" and I would have had her limitless and i wouldn't have to give everything just for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last reason.. made her accompanied me in my scrimmage for these last 3 years. She knew I was chasing other girls, and I have made her cry for these 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw me when I was kissing my second girlfriend. Her face turned red and she just smiled and said, "Just continue what you're doing." and after that, she left us. The next day, her eyes were swelling. Her eyes were red. I deliberately didn't want to think the reason why she cried, but....&lt;br /&gt;I laughed with her all day. When everyone was already going home, she would be alone in the class, crying. She didn't know that I returned from football practice to retrieve something in the class, and i saw her crying for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fourth girlfriend didn't like her. Once they had a cold war, I knew it wasn't her who started it. But I was still with my girlfriend. I screamed at her and her eyes were filled with tears and she was shocked. I didn't think about her feelings and my girlfriend and me left her. The next day, she was still laughing and joking with me like nothing happened the day before. I knew that she was very sad and dissapointed but she didn't know that my heart was hurt as much as hers, I was also sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I broke up with my fifth girlfriend, I asked her to go out with me. After that date, I told her that there was something that I wanted to tell her. She told me that she had something to say to me too. I told her that I broke up with my girlfriend and she said to me that she was beginning a relationship with someone. I know who that was.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been chasing her all this time. A nice, energetic, and interesting guy. I couldn't show how bad my heart was hurt. I could only smile and say congratulations to her. When I arrived home, my heart felt more pain than before and I couldn't take it anymore. It was like there was a big stone on my chest. I couldn't breath and I wanted to scream but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started shedding tears and cried. I've seen her crying a lot for a guy that ignored her presence. At the graduation ceremony, I read a message on my handphone. The message was sent 10 days ago when I was sad and crying. The message said, &lt;b&gt;"&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Leaf&lt;/span&gt; flew because of the &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Wind&lt;/span&gt; or because the &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Tree&lt;/span&gt; didn't ask it to stay?&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE LEAF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During high school, I liked collecting leaves, why? Because I felt that a leaf needed a lot of strength to leave the tree where it lived all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 3 years in high school, I was close to a guy, not as his girlfriend but as his "bestfriend". But when he had a girlfriend for the first time, I learned a feeling i never knew before - JEALOUSY. I could picture this feeling by using lemons. It was like 100 rotten lemons. They were together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid my excitement. But a month later, he was already with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked him and I knew that he liked me too, but why didn't he say it? Since he loved me, why didn't he take the first step? When he had a new girlfriend again, my heart would always hurt. Time went on...and on, my heart was still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to think that this was an unrequited love, but why did he treat me nicely beside the fact that he just treated me as his friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking someone can be so irritating, I knew his favorites, his habits. But my feelings for him were never discovered. You wouldn't expect a girl to say it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I wanted to stay by his side, care for him, accompany him, and love him. Hoping, that one day, he would come and love me. Those things like waiting for his calls. Every night, I hoped he would send me messages. I knew no matter how busy he was, he would spend some time for me. That was why I waited for him. 3 years were hard to get through and I wanted to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thought I should still wait. The wound and the heartache, and the dilemma that accompanied me for these 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the third year, a guy was chasing me. He was my junior. Every day he would chase me tirelessly. From the rejections that I have shown him, I felt that I wanted to give him a little space in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like a warm and soft wind, trying to blow the leaf so that it would fly from the tree. Finally, I realized that I didn't want to give this Wind the little space in my heart. I knew this Wind would take away this shabby Leaf away to a better place. Finally, I left Tree, but Tree just smiled and didn't ask me to stay, I was so sad seeing him smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Leaf&lt;/span&gt; flew because of the &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Wind&lt;/span&gt; or because the &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Tree&lt;/span&gt; didn't ask it to stay?&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;THE WIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I liked a girl named Leaf, because she was always relying on Tree, so I had to be the strong Wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind would fly the Leaf far away. When I met her for the first time, it was one month after I transferred school. I saw someone was watching us playing football. At that time, she would always sit there by herself or with her friends watching Tree. When Tree was talking to the girls, there was jealousy in her eyes. When Tree looked at Leaf, there was a smile in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching her has become my habit, like a leaf that likes to watch the tree. One day, she didn't show up, I felt loss. My senior wasn't there too at that time. I went to their class and I saw my senior was watching Leaf. Tears were flowing from Leaf's eyes when Tree left. The next day, I saw Leaf at her usual place, watching Tree. I stepped across and smiled at her. I wrote a note and gave it to her. She was so shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, smiling and she took my note. The next day, she came, approached me and gave me a note. Leaf's heart was so strong and Wind couldn't blow her away, it was all because Leaf didn't want to leave Tree. I looked at her with those words and slowly she started to say to me and accept my presence and calls. I knew that the person that she loved wasn't me, but I would try so that one day she would like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 4 months, I had spoken the word 'love' for about 20x to her. Every time she would switch the conversation.... but I didn't give up, I had decided to have her and hoped that she would agree to be my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "What are you doing? Why did you never reply?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I looked up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I didn't believe what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I looked up!" She screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my phone, got dressed and took a cab to her place, and she opened the door, and I hugged her tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;u&gt;The &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Leaf&lt;/span&gt; flew because of the &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Wind&lt;/span&gt; or because the &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Tree&lt;/span&gt; didn't ask it to stay?&lt;/u&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6903081807093901102?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6903081807093901102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6903081807093901102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6903081807093901102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6903081807093901102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/07/leaf-flew-because-of-wind-or-because.html' title='the leaf flew because of the wind or because the tree didn&apos;t ask it to stay?'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cd4fvidei5M/TCF-rfXyELI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zjFzzj0-j3U/s72-c/57114048_5f9170dda2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-2005821100305479649</id><published>2010-07-01T13:43:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:52:56.290+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Charice ft. Iyaz - pyramid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shawty's love is like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;we stand together till the very end&lt;br /&gt;there'll never be another love for sure&lt;br /&gt;iyaz and charice here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stones heavy like the love you've shown&lt;br /&gt;solid as the ground we've known&lt;br /&gt;and i just wanna carry on&lt;br /&gt;we took it from the bottom up&lt;br /&gt;and even in a desert storm&lt;br /&gt;sturdy as a rock we hold&lt;br /&gt;wishing every moment froze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;now i just wanna let you know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;earthquakes can't shake us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cyclones can't break us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hurricanes can't take away our love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pyramid, we've built this on a solid rock&lt;br /&gt;it feels just like it's heaven's touch&lt;br /&gt;together at the top (at the top baby) like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;and even when the wind is blowin&lt;br /&gt;we'll never fall just keep on goin&lt;br /&gt;forever we will stay like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;like a pyramid, like a pyramid hey&lt;br /&gt;like a pyramid, like a pyramid hey&lt;br /&gt;like a pyramid, like a pyramid hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold never ever when you're close&lt;br /&gt;we will never let it fall&lt;br /&gt;a story that was never told&lt;br /&gt;something like a mystery&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;every step we've took we grown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look how fast the time has flown&lt;br /&gt;the journey to the place unknown&lt;br /&gt;we're going down in history &lt;br /&gt;earthquakes can't shake us&lt;br /&gt;cyclones can't break us&lt;br /&gt;hurricanes can't take away our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pyramid, we've built this on a solid rock&lt;br /&gt;it feels just like it's heaven's touch&lt;br /&gt;together at the top (at the top baby) like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;and even when the wind is blowin&lt;br /&gt;we'll never fall just keep it goin&lt;br /&gt;forever we will stay like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;like a pyramid girl i'ma show you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that i love you so much that we're gonna get through&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;even when it storms i will never go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'ma be the one to keep you safe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;before was a love i care more than enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;holding on to one another be the cover when it's rough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mother nature, or disaster won't stop our happy ever after&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pyramid... keep it going...&lt;br /&gt;like a pyramid, like a pyramid hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pyramid, we've built this on a solid rock&lt;br /&gt;it feels just like it's heaven's touch&lt;br /&gt;together at the top (at the top baby) like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;and even when the wind is blowin&lt;br /&gt;we'll never fall just keep on goin&lt;br /&gt;forever we will stay like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pyramid..&lt;br /&gt;pyramid, we've built this on a solid rock&lt;br /&gt;it feels just like it's heaven's touch&lt;br /&gt;together at the top (at the top baby) like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;and even when the wind is blowin&lt;br /&gt;we'll never fall just keep it goin&lt;br /&gt;forever we will stay like a pyramid&lt;br /&gt;like a pyramid, like a pyramid hey&lt;br /&gt;like a pyramid, like a pyramid hey&lt;br /&gt;like a pyramid, like a pyramid hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="430" height="266"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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Iyaz - pyramid'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-441598324860652069</id><published>2010-06-26T12:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:46:56.126+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>diary / blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thelifeofgabrielagracia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thelifeofgabrielagracia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's in Bahasa Indonesia, because that way i can write my 'diary' more openly :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-441598324860652069?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/441598324860652069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=441598324860652069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/441598324860652069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/441598324860652069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/diary-blog.html' title='diary / blog'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-201686775299423193</id><published>2010-06-25T15:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:43:52.232+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Ryan Cabrera - photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;A photo can say a thousand things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;But it &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; say the million things I wanna say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;A photo can capture the way we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;But it &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; capture the way we are&lt;/div&gt;'Cause you're far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;were those just words?&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing, lost minutes and moments&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I might be lonely, girl&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;In a second&lt;br /&gt;It all comes right back to me&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing's forgotten now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everything's saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;were those just words?&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my life&lt;br /&gt;You were my faith&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;were those just words?&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlscene.nl/images/library/articles/images01/girlscene/RyanCabrera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.girlscene.nl/images/library/articles/images01/girlscene/RyanCabrera.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;(y)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-201686775299423193?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/201686775299423193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=201686775299423193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/201686775299423193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/201686775299423193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/ryan-cabrera-photo.html' title='Ryan Cabrera - photo'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-7542731130290134849</id><published>2010-06-18T18:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:44:39.779+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Interview with GOD</title><content type='html'>...With my newly acquired title as a journalist, I decided to strike a  high note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come in," God said to me, "so, you would like to interview Me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If You have the time," I said. He smiled through His beard and said:  "My time is called eternity, and is enough to do everything; what  questions do you have in mind to ask me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None that are new to You. What's the one thing that surprises you most  about mankind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"That they get bored of being children, are in a rush to grow up, and  then long to be children again. That they lose their health to make  money, and then lose their money to restore their health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present,  such that they live neither for the present nor the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they live as if they will never die, and they die as if they never  had ever lived.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands took mine and we were silent. After a long period, I said,  "May I ask you another question?" He replied with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a Father, what would you ask your children to do for the new year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"To learn that they cannot make anyone love them. What they can do is  to let themselves to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that it takes years to build trust, and a few seconds to  destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that what is most valuable is not what they have in their  lives, but who they have in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others. There will  be others better or worse than they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that a rich person is not one who has the most, but is one who  needs the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that they should control their attitudes, otherwise their  attitudes will control them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in  person we love, and that it takes many years to heal them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn to forgive by practising forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that there are persons that love them dearly, but simply do not  know how to show their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that money can buy everything but happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that, while at times, they may be entitled to be upset, that  does not give them the right to upset those around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that great dreams do not require great wings, but a landing  gear to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that true friends are scarce, he/she who has found one, has  found true treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that it is not always enough that they be forgiven by others,  but that they forgive themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that they are masters of what they keep to themselves and  slaves of what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that they shall reap what they plant; if they plant gossip they  will harvest intrigues, if they plant love they will harvest happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that true happiness is not to achieve their goals but to learn  to be satisfied with what they already achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that happiness is a decision. They decide to be happy with what  they are and have, or die from envy and jealousy of what they lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that two people can look at the same thing, and see something  really different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that those who are honest with themselves without considering  the consequences go far in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that even though they may think they have nothing to give, when  a friend cries with them, they find the strength to appease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that by trying to hold on to love ones, they very quickly push  them away; and by letting go of those they love, they will be side by  side forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that even though the word "love" has many different meanings,  it loses value when it is overstated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that they can never do something extraordinary for Me to love  them; I simply do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that the shortest distance they could be from Me is the  distance of a prayer."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GBU :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-7542731130290134849?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7542731130290134849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=7542731130290134849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7542731130290134849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7542731130290134849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/06/interview-with-god.html' title='Interview with GOD'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1218544912848989724</id><published>2010-05-20T10:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:23:01.685+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;thinking of being a writer &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my inspiration is mostly from my dreams, some are romantic, some are funny, and some are just weird --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some things that are almost in all of my dreams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;wolf that has wings (?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;idk why, but maybe since i watched The Twilight Saga: New Moon, i started to wonder what it's like to be a wolf. but in my version, they have wings! and they can manipulate an element, like wind, fire, earth, water, ice, etc. oh, and the rarest wolves are the white wolves and the black wolves. they're both royals, but they're enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;handsome boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;the handsome boy.. i can't remember his name eventhough i already dreamed about him again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the changing scenery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;for example, at first i was in my room and then suddenly i was already at a restaurant the second i stepped outside my room --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;contest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;either it's like a fight, or a big contest. in my dream yesterday, i participated in a cooking contest, a dog grooming contest, a fighting contest, and a lot of crazy things that i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; the unknown ending&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;because i was already awaken when the story hasn't finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;can't wait for my next dream tonight &lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1218544912848989724?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1218544912848989724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1218544912848989724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1218544912848989724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1218544912848989724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1414281261786656515</id><published>2010-05-16T14:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:34:23.185+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>weird thingy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs526.snc3/29916_117269348313963_117264854981079_88628_8007776_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs526.snc3/29916_117269354980629_117264854981079_88629_1732435_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs526.snc3/29916_117269354980629_117264854981079_88629_1732435_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs526.snc3/29916_117269358313962_117264854981079_88630_6835530_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs526.snc3/29916_117269358313962_117264854981079_88630_6835530_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs526.snc3/29916_117269361647295_117264854981079_88631_3339317_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs526.snc3/29916_117269361647295_117264854981079_88631_3339317_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs506.ash1/29916_117269371647294_117264854981079_88632_7906162_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs506.ash1/29916_117269371647294_117264854981079_88632_7906162_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/index.php?lh=f37e4530b8ea47a74a6f4d068ddc1a18&amp;amp;#%21/pages/weird-thingy/117264854981079"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;weird thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's my friends'&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;a href="http://fashion-thingy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natasya Akiko Yukimachi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mystupidactions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda Grace Andani&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;online shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their necklaces are awesome and with a great price too!&lt;br /&gt;this is the first collection and i can't wait for the next one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1360148793138536353-1414281261786656515?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1414281261786656515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1414281261786656515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1414281261786656515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1414281261786656515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/05/weird-thingy.html' title='weird thingy'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6829372266570811364</id><published>2010-04-17T13:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:28:30.883+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>TRAIN - Hey, Soul Sister</title><content type='html'>click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tglSCIpaXPs"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my current mood lifter song! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6829372266570811364?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6829372266570811364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6829372266570811364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6829372266570811364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6829372266570811364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/04/train-hey-soul-sister.html' title='TRAIN - Hey, Soul Sister'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6739195879947441184</id><published>2010-04-13T15:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:42:34.489+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Special A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/c2/Special_A_anime_Sneak_Peek.jpg/230px-Special_A_anime_Sneak_Peek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/c2/Special_A_anime_Sneak_Peek.jpg/230px-Special_A_anime_Sneak_Peek.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hikari&lt;/b&gt; Hanazono has always been second to &lt;b&gt;Kei&lt;/b&gt; Takishima. When they were  six years old, their pro-wrestling loving fathers introduced them to  each other. Assuming that she was the best in wrestling, young Hikari  challenged Kei to a wrestling match only to be thoroughly defeated by  him. Ever since that fateful incident, Hikari swore to beat Kei in  school grades, sporting events or any competition. To do this, she has  enrolled in the same school as Kei since elementary. Now she attends  Hakusenkan, an ultra elite school, that costs her carpenter father a lot  of money. Hikari and Kei are the top two students in the school, with  Kei holding firmly to that number one position. While Hikari considers  Kei to be a rival and important friend, she is completely unaware that  Kei loves her. The story primarily focuses on Hikari and her constant  attempts to defeat her one and only rival, Kei, and how she finds love  in their rivalry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;i'm watching the anime right now and i think it's awesome :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;haven't read the manga yet, but i will read it....soon haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6739195879947441184?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6739195879947441184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6739195879947441184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6739195879947441184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6739195879947441184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/04/special.html' title='Special A'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-9099857419728523913</id><published>2010-04-13T15:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:33:11.459+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>#12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.looklet.com/looks/c4e6d5c5-c171-4e2a-9803-cff21d5f155b.jpg?1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://files.looklet.com/looks/c4e6d5c5-c171-4e2a-9803-cff21d5f155b.jpg?1" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;my entry for the &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/contest/26"&gt;Next Contest&lt;/a&gt; in Looklet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;the prize is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Next shorts and heels&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/user/77477"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on looklet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;thanks before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-9099857419728523913?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/9099857419728523913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=9099857419728523913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/9099857419728523913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/9099857419728523913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/04/12.html' title='#12'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6594917759457359056</id><published>2010-04-12T19:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:12:57.419+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>How To Train Your Dragon (3D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;12.04.10&lt;/span&gt; went to &lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Puri XXI&lt;/span&gt; to watch &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How To Train Your Dragon (3D!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;a href="http://verena-allaboutme.blogspot.com/"&gt;verena&lt;/a&gt;. she wanted to watch it so bad, so we went to watch it haha :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/H/How_to_Train_Your_Dragon/posters/how_to_train_your_dragon_movie_poster_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/H/How_to_Train_Your_Dragon/posters/how_to_train_your_dragon_movie_poster_01.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Viking teenager named Hiccup (Jay Baruchel) lives on the island of  Berk, where fighting dragons is a way of life. The teen’s smarts and  offbeat sense of humor is disliked by his tribe and its chief, Hiccup’s  father, Stoick the Vast (Gerard Butler). However, when Hiccup is  included in Dragon Training with the other viking teens, he sees his  chance to prove he has what it takes to be a fighter. After he entangles  a dragon with bolas-shooting cannon, Hiccup releases and ends up  befriending the dragon. This relationship flips his world upside down as  he strives to convince his tribe that they don't need to be  dragon-slayers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Acrdv2yYT_I/0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Acrdv2yYT_I/0.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aww look how cute Toothless is when he's trying to smile &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after i watched this movie, now.... &lt;i&gt;i want to have a pet dragon&lt;/i&gt; like Toothless! it's loyal like a dog, but you can fly with it. how cool is that? (y) and i admired Hiccup for his braveness. if he didn't have the guts to befriend with Toothless in the first place, he wouldn't have him as a pet (a really nice and loyal pet) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6594917759457359056?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6594917759457359056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6594917759457359056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6594917759457359056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6594917759457359056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-train-your-dragon-3d.html' title='How To Train Your Dragon (3D)'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-4842047283470451444</id><published>2010-04-10T18:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:32:06.538+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>relieved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;finally finished my practice test. so relieved. hope my results are great :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-4842047283470451444?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4842047283470451444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=4842047283470451444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4842047283470451444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4842047283470451444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/04/relieved.html' title='relieved!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-2653246903412962132</id><published>2010-04-04T18:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:37:46.325+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://limcorp.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/happy-easter-2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://limcorp.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/happy-easter-2009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; Day! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-2653246903412962132?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2653246903412962132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=2653246903412962132&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2653246903412962132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2653246903412962132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-day.html' title='Happy Easter Day'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-4428479227866857902</id><published>2010-04-03T08:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:57:28.715+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i'm starting to get tired with life, cause there's something about it that makes me sick.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-4428479227866857902?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4428479227866857902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=4428479227866857902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4428479227866857902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4428479227866857902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/04/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6844550191986946922</id><published>2010-04-03T08:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:55:44.233+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>the Holy Friday *Jumat Agung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S7af0sMBGbI/AAAAAAAAATI/U42Yq5KQ1Yc/s1600/Jumat+Agung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S7af0sMBGbI/AAAAAAAAATI/U42Yq5KQ1Yc/s320/Jumat+Agung.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't have any work to do, so i just took a picture of my clothes. haha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6844550191986946922?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6844550191986946922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6844550191986946922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6844550191986946922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6844550191986946922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/04/holy-friday-jumat-agung.html' title='the Holy Friday *Jumat Agung'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S7af0sMBGbI/AAAAAAAAATI/U42Yq5KQ1Yc/s72-c/Jumat+Agung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-3140517388748683687</id><published>2010-04-03T08:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:53:46.832+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>the White Thursday *Kamis Putih</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S7afGwdzXtI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EPtd6ZyrL_U/s1600/Kamis+Putih.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S7afGwdzXtI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EPtd6ZyrL_U/s320/Kamis+Putih.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;white Thursday&lt;/b&gt; = white &lt;b&gt;shoes&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-3140517388748683687?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/3140517388748683687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=3140517388748683687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/3140517388748683687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/3140517388748683687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/04/white-thursday-kamis-putih.html' title='the White Thursday *Kamis Putih'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S7afGwdzXtI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EPtd6ZyrL_U/s72-c/Kamis+Putih.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-9055285343151306340</id><published>2010-04-01T13:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:38:38.474+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>#11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.looklet.com/looks/050a7d7b-223e-4c4f-ab79-d4f2d46e6b00.jpg?1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://files.looklet.com/looks/050a7d7b-223e-4c4f-ab79-d4f2d46e6b00.jpg?1" width="522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i want the shoes and the dress! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;follow &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/user/77477"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on looklet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;thanks before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-9055285343151306340?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/9055285343151306340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=9055285343151306340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/9055285343151306340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/9055285343151306340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/04/11.html' title='#11'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6914844036983362099</id><published>2010-03-26T10:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:07:10.068+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>#10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.looklet.com/looks/0b01e572-577a-4547-b30b-f078ecccfb48.jpg?1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://files.looklet.com/looks/0b01e572-577a-4547-b30b-f078ecccfb48.jpg?1" width="522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm entering the &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/contest/25"&gt;Wrangler contest&lt;/a&gt; in Looklet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the prize is a &lt;b&gt;Wrangler jean jacket!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not too confident about my look since there are so many people who are also entering this contest and their looks are so awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just wish me luck, okay? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;follow &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/user/77477"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on looklet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;thanks before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6914844036983362099?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6914844036983362099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6914844036983362099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6914844036983362099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6914844036983362099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/03/10.html' title='#10'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-7009523491486275484</id><published>2010-03-25T20:44:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:50:45.519+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>Nikita Harren's BBQ party :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;20.03.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1065575063&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Nikita Harren&lt;/a&gt; held a BBQ party to celebrate her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;it was so much fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;it was my first BBQ party with my friends after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, her birthday was on &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;March 18th&lt;/span&gt;. on that day, we gave her a suprise party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs440.snc3/25284_111873875489559_100000008427849_281903_2544481_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs440.snc3/25284_111873875489559_100000008427849_281903_2544481_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs460.ash1/25284_111875332156080_100000008427849_281909_1020143_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs460.ash1/25284_111875332156080_100000008427849_281909_1020143_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs460.ash1/25284_111878592155754_100000008427849_281955_2010381_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs460.ash1/25284_111878592155754_100000008427849_281955_2010381_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs440.snc3/25284_112732685403678_100000008427849_285377_5612108_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs440.snc3/25284_112732685403678_100000008427849_285377_5612108_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aww she cried :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs420.snc3/25284_111421638868116_100000008427849_279828_1021025_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs420.snc3/25284_111421638868116_100000008427849_279828_1021025_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos belong to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000008427849"&gt;Jane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;okay, let's continue to the story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the night was great. sadly, i couldn't bbq anything myself cause i was using my softlens :( they say that if you wear softlens, don't get too close to the grill, cause your softlens can melt. after that, we ..... you know, we did things that we do in parties haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and here are the photos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs398.snc3/24192_1102984512469_1762416947_191018_7482035_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs378.snc3/24192_1102984472468_1762416947_191017_664908_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs378.snc3/24192_1102984472468_1762416947_191017_664908_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs378.snc3/24192_1102984432467_1762416947_191016_3254053_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs378.snc3/24192_1102984432467_1762416947_191016_3254053_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs378.snc3/24192_1102984392466_1762416947_191015_5655700_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs378.snc3/24192_1102984392466_1762416947_191015_5655700_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photos belong to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ichasuperduper"&gt;icha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;a night to remember :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-7009523491486275484?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7009523491486275484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=7009523491486275484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7009523491486275484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7009523491486275484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/03/nikita-harrens-bbq-party.html' title='Nikita Harren&apos;s BBQ party :)'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-7269249424013633487</id><published>2010-03-25T19:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:47:55.542+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>#9 hey baby! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.looklet.com/looks/5e24f561-0268-4964-8e2c-d500c7dcefa5.jpg?1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://files.looklet.com/looks/5e24f561-0268-4964-8e2c-d500c7dcefa5.jpg?1" width="522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lookLink" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;love the gloves! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/user/77477"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on looklet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-7269249424013633487?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7269249424013633487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=7269249424013633487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7269249424013633487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7269249424013633487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/03/9-hey-baby.html' title='#9 hey baby! :)'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-4191199992074366437</id><published>2010-03-16T16:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:17:17.980+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Happy Nyepi Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leler.com/asia/NYEPI1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://www.leler.com/asia/NYEPI1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dee-bali.com/deewp/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/nyepi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.dee-bali.com/deewp/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/nyepi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Nyepi Day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's a Balinese's Day of Silence that falls on Bali's Lunar New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the day of silence, the streets are completely empty, except when there are the Pecalang, the security men that patrol the streets to make sure that the people of Bali are celebrating Nyepi Day the right way. They mustn't do the following prohibitions: no lighting fires (and lights must be kept low); no working; no entertainment or pleasure; no traveling; and for some, no talking or eating at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;For the tourists who was visiting Bali at the time, had to follow the tradition and didn't do anything from the prohibitions list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I've never celebrated Nyepi Day before, but I wanted to :)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: x-small;"&gt;someday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1360148793138536353-4191199992074366437?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4191199992074366437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=4191199992074366437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4191199992074366437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4191199992074366437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-nyepi-day.html' title='Happy Nyepi Day!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-2815225219814470799</id><published>2010-03-13T21:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:39:08.671+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>haircut @ school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;one of the most exciting experience i have ever had!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; (y)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just a 'poni'-cut by &lt;a href="http://natasya-akiko-yukimachi.blogspot.com/"&gt;tasya&lt;/a&gt; , helped by &lt;a href="http://mystupidactions.blogspot.com/"&gt;grace&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://superduperwonderfulife.blogspot.com/"&gt;icha&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://verena-allaboutme.blogspot.com/"&gt;verena&lt;/a&gt; , felicia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://21cineplex.com/images/film/film22601b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S5ubFMOyVOI/AAAAAAAAASA/t6cm-BsQtaM/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S5ubFMOyVOI/AAAAAAAAASA/t6cm-BsQtaM/s320/DSC00944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the point is... my 'poni' becomes like that haha but &lt;b&gt;i love it &lt;/b&gt;:) &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;thanks tas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's better than my old long 'poni' haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*BB belongs to verena. i just borrowed it hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow my family didn't seem to know that i just got a haircut. -_- ckckc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-2815225219814470799?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2815225219814470799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=2815225219814470799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2815225219814470799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2815225219814470799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/03/haircut-school.html' title='haircut @ school!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S5ubFMOyVOI/AAAAAAAAASA/t6cm-BsQtaM/s72-c/DSC00944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-4761606558312295685</id><published>2010-03-13T20:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:26:31.295+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>#8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.looklet.com/looks/a421dc81-529f-45b2-9d70-4b41c2b7e197.jpg?1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://files.looklet.com/looks/a421dc81-529f-45b2-9d70-4b41c2b7e197.jpg?1" width="522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lookLink" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lookLink" style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't know why, i love scarves these days :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lookLink" style="text-align: center;"&gt;follow &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/user/77477"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on looklet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-4761606558312295685?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4761606558312295685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=4761606558312295685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4761606558312295685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4761606558312295685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/03/8.html' title='#8'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-2111361861241824537</id><published>2010-03-10T21:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:08:51.437+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>ALICE IN WONDERLAND! (3D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;04.03.10 &lt;/span&gt;went to &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Puri XXI&lt;/span&gt; to watch Alice in Wonderland (3D!) 15.00 with &lt;a href="http://natasya-akiko-yukimachi.blogspot.com/"&gt;tasya&lt;/a&gt;. we watched it as soon as it came out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TuFUqAQNgw/SwY4qdkJvbI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZZNHShoajL4/s1600/aliceinwonderland-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TuFUqAQNgw/SwY4qdkJvbI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZZNHShoajL4/s640/aliceinwonderland-10.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thementalshed.com/movies/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Alice-In-Wonderland-Poster-691x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.thementalshed.com/movies/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Alice-In-Wonderland-Poster-691x1024.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qff2RK4Kh_k/SwIAzPYVo3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/W9NhHkZT0og/s1600/Alice-In-Wonderland-Movie-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qff2RK4Kh_k/SwIAzPYVo3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/W9NhHkZT0og/s400/Alice-In-Wonderland-Movie-Poster.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19-year-old Alice returns to the magical world from her childhood adventure, where she reunites with her old friends and learns of her true destiny: to end the Red Queen's reign of terror.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i can watch this movie over and over and over again! LOL&lt;br /&gt;it's a funny animated drama movie and the mad hatter is just hilarious! Johnny Depp has officially become one of my celebrity crushes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-2111361861241824537?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2111361861241824537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=2111361861241824537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2111361861241824537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2111361861241824537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wonderland-3d.html' title='ALICE IN WONDERLAND! (3D)'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TuFUqAQNgw/SwY4qdkJvbI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZZNHShoajL4/s72-c/aliceinwonderland-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-7975080583631237680</id><published>2010-03-06T15:05:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:47:24.831+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>finally ! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;27.02.10&lt;/span&gt; my family and me went to ITC Permata Hijau. we went there to buy glasses for my big brother. and let me tell you, i don't know why, when my brother wear the glasses, he looks really funny but at the same time, handsome. HAHA. my mom bought a glasses too, i want to buy one too, but my mom said that the lens must be diluted since my minus has reached 8.25 *cause both of my parents have a large minus, so my minus became so high because of my parents -__-* after that, we ate at Hoka-Hoka Bento.&amp;nbsp; finally! it's one of my favorite restaurants &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; after that, we bought some dvd-s. and then, i went to Marvels Game Station to buy a memory card for my Nintendo DS! it's been a long time since i played it. my brother lost the memory card which means i can't play it. grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went home. tired. and slept as soon as we arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the next day&lt;/b&gt;, i tried the memory card, but it didn't work! damn&lt;br /&gt;and (idk why) my stomach hurts so bad! that was why i couldn't go to church. *Sorry GOD* besides i woke up a little late. so i asked my mom if i could go to ITC PH again on Monday, with my brother who was going to pick up the glasses that were ordered, to fix this card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the next day (MONDAY)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up as usual, stayed at my bed for a couple of minutes when i realized i got a stomachache again. so my grandma told me to skip school *YES!* obviously because i was sick. and then my mom told me that i shouldn't go to ITC PH *NO*&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed home on Monday, completely stressed out cause&lt;br /&gt;1. i had to go to school the next day because there was a presentation and i was the one that had the data.&lt;br /&gt;2. i was sick and i have to get better so i can fix the memory card.&lt;br /&gt;3. my grades are dropping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i have to get my grades up again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-7975080583631237680?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7975080583631237680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=7975080583631237680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7975080583631237680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7975080583631237680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-d.html' title='finally ! :D'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-4618755020583952217</id><published>2010-02-28T17:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:23:56.212+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Gabriella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dall'ebraico "Gabar", essere forte, e "El", dio. Donna dalle grandi doti comunicative, ha il dono dell'empatia e la capacita di consolare chiunque, anche se spesso si fa talmente carico del dolore altrui che finisce per soffrirne lei stessa. &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Santo Patrono : Gabriella Bourla, una monaca martirizzata nel 1794&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Il tuo nome ė una cosa particolare. Un nome ė un regalo per tutta la vita. Puoi esserne fiero!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Hebrew "Gabar", be strong, and "El", God. Woman of great communication skills, has the gift of empathy and the ability to comfort anyone, even if it often is so full of pain of others that ends up suffering herself. &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Patron Saint: Gabriella Bourla, a nun who was martyred in 1794.&lt;/span&gt; Your name is a particular thing. A name is a gift for life. You can be proud of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Onomastico : &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;17 ott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Saint's day: &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;October 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Numero portafortuna : &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Lucky number: &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Colore : &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;blu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Color: &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Pietra : &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;zaffiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Stone: &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Metallio : &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;argento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Metal: &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Affinità : &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Capricorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Affinity: &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Capricorn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this note with a keychain from my auntie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-4618755020583952217?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4618755020583952217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=4618755020583952217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4618755020583952217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4618755020583952217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/02/gabriella.html' title='Gabriella'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1676240202600821198</id><published>2010-02-26T02:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:28:33.750+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>Colbie Caillat - realize</title><content type='html'>take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;that your warmth is crashing down on in&lt;br /&gt;take time to realize that I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;no, it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;no, I can't spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;if you just realize what I just realized,&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;and we'll never find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each other now &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;oh,oh I'm on your side&lt;br /&gt;didn't I, didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;this all can pass you by&lt;br /&gt;didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;no, it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;no, I can't spell it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;if you just realize what I just realized,&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;and we'll never find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each other but &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;no, &lt;u style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's never the same&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you don't feel it to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;if you meet me half way&lt;br /&gt;if you would meet me half way&lt;br /&gt;it could be the same for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;and we'll never find another&lt;br /&gt;just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realize, realize, realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;such a sweet and romantic song by Colbie Caillat :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this song reminds me of my past feelings to someone who ended up hurting my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;wishing for a new pure love &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1676240202600821198?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1676240202600821198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1676240202600821198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1676240202600821198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1676240202600821198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/02/colbie-caillat-realize.html' title='Colbie Caillat - realize'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-7166567254922827056</id><published>2010-02-26T01:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T15:25:14.548+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>from paris with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;25.02.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the last day of tryout! finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/VerenaBlabla88?ref=ts"&gt;verena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://natasya-akiko-yukimachi.blogspot.com/"&gt;tasya&lt;/a&gt;, and me went to Puri Mall to watch From Paris With Love.&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to watch Valentine's Day, but it wasn't available in cinemas anymore --"&lt;br /&gt;me and verena arrived at Puri earlier than tasya, because she had additional lessons.&lt;br /&gt;so, we went to Secret Recipe to have lunch and then bought tickets to watch &lt;b&gt;From Paris With Love&lt;/b&gt; 15.55 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/06/24/from-paris-with-love-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/06/24/from-paris-with-love-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A personal aide to U.S. Ambassador in France, &lt;b&gt;James Reece (Jonathan Rhys Meyers)&lt;/b&gt; has an enviable life in Paris and a beautiful French girlfriend, but his real passion is his side job as a low-level operative for the CIA. All James wants is to become a bona fide agent and see some real action. So when he's offered his first senior-level assignment, he can't believe his good luck until he meets his new partner, &lt;b&gt;special agent Charlie Wax (John Travolta)&lt;/b&gt; - a trigger-happy, wisecracking, loose cannon who's been sent to Paris to stop a terrorist attack. Wax leads James on a white-knuckle shooting spree through the Parisian underworld that has James praying for his desk job. But when James discovers he's a target of the same crime ring they're trying to bust, he realizes there's no turning back...and that Wax himself might be his only hope for making it through the next forty-eight hours alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;cool movie, overall&lt;/b&gt;. but the shooting and killing stuff, it scares me. because of the &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;. i hate blood. but i love the movie. there's action (a lot of it), drama, and comedy (a little bit). it's a little bit confusing at first, but after the story went on, slowly but sure, i understood the story. oh, and there were a lot of words like the M word and the F word. can't say that it's wrong for being so mean (using those words) since it is an action movie. nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, it was already 17.30.. i think and we went to &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Gramedia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(bought &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spring in London -Ilana Tan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Pretty&lt;/span&gt;, then went to &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Yogen Fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="logoColour"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;uz&lt;/span&gt; and last, &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Puri Land&lt;/span&gt;. we were just walking, seeing things in Puri, cause we had nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="logoColour"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="logoColour"&gt;then we went home :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="logoColour"&gt;eventhough it was a fun day, but i thought yesterday wasn't my lucky day :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="logoColour"&gt;the accident in the school's library, and then in puri .............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="logoColour"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="logoColour"&gt;well, that's just how it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="logoColour"&gt;but now, it's already 1.43 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's already a new day, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;i hope today is a good day haha&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh yeah, today is a holiday! yes.yes.yes. i'm FREE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;for someone that i saw yesterday, F!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-7166567254922827056?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7166567254922827056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=7166567254922827056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7166567254922827056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7166567254922827056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-paris-with-love.html' title='from paris with love'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-2917114078614833838</id><published>2010-02-26T01:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:56:59.228+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>need help?</title><content type='html'>do you need some help with your problems?&lt;br /&gt;about your relationships, family, friends, school, or anything?&lt;br /&gt;or you just need someone to listen to your stories? &lt;br /&gt;then let us know and we'll help :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just email us : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;itryto.helpyou@yahoo.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;don't worry, we won't tell anyone about your problems or your stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;your secrets are safe with us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; btw, the owner of this email is &lt;a href="http://mystupidactions.blogspot.com/"&gt;grace&lt;/a&gt; and this idea is from her too. i'm like the co-owner of this email so i will help your problems together with grace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;of course, (maybe) our opinions will be different, with their own benefits and disadvantages. that way, you can choose one of our opinions or make your own ways to solve your problems based on what we think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;we willl check the email daily and reply your emails as soon as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so what are you waiting for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tell us your problems and we will help you through it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tell us your stories and we will always be there to listen about it :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-2917114078614833838?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2917114078614833838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=2917114078614833838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2917114078614833838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2917114078614833838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-help.html' title='need help?'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-658608526543531052</id><published>2010-02-21T21:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T15:20:24.732+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>good good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;21.12.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is sunday, and as usual, i went to the church in the morning, and then about 11.45, went to the &lt;i&gt;Sajoo, Shangri-La Hotel&lt;/i&gt; to celebrate my auntie Christine's 28th wedding anniversary with my uncle. unusually, i wore a skirt &lt;span style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt; it was a &lt;b&gt;buffet&lt;/b&gt;, and since i wanted to try every single food served there, i took small portions of every food. there were foods from many countries. Indonesia, India, Italy, and many more. it was very delicious! my most favorite food of the day was &lt;b style="color: rgb(182, 215, 168);"&gt;ice cream teppanyaki&lt;/b&gt;. it's ice cream mixed with almond, chocolate, m&amp;amp;m-s, and many more which you can pick, then it was made into teppanyaki. suprisingly it tasted really good &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 217, 102);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; the best part was when two magicians came to our table and showed us magic tricks. it's so cool! how can they did those tricks right in front of our eyes? after the buffet, we all went home. but then my mom asked me if i wanted to go shopping with her. of course i said, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220);"&gt;YES! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; we went to&lt;i&gt; Puri Mall&lt;/i&gt;. first stop, &lt;span style="color: rgb(246, 178, 107);"&gt;Colorbox&lt;/span&gt;. i really like the clothes there, so cutee. i bought a scarf there. actually i wanted to buy a sunglasses but then my mom asked "what are you going to use it for?" and i answered "nothing." then i put it back where it belongs. next stop, &lt;span style="color: rgb(213, 166, 189);"&gt;Pretty&lt;/span&gt;. i bought a bunny-doll pencil box, a blue nail polish, and a comb. pretty random. and then, we looked at &lt;span style="color: rgb(118, 165, 175);"&gt;Loly Poly&lt;/span&gt; for a while but didn't find anything interesting. next stop, &lt;span style="color: rgb(142, 124, 195);"&gt;Keris&lt;/span&gt;. my mom did all the shopping here. i just said "yeah, that's nice" etc when my mom asked my opinion about her findings. and the last stop, &lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160);"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;. we bought some stuff and then my mom said "It's been a long time since we've gone to &lt;span style="color: rgb(230, 145, 56);"&gt;J.Co&lt;/span&gt;" so i said "Well, let's go there" but then my mom complained, saying that she was too tired and stuff but i kept telling her that i wanted to eat Jcool, so my mom gave me 50.000 IdR and told me to go buy one while she took a break in the car. since i was so excited, i ran, bought the Jcool, and ran back to my car in about 5 minutes. i wanted to buy softlen drops with the spare change, but it wasn't enough. then when i was approaching the car, my mom was like "how do you get here so fast". then me and my mom ate the Jcool together while she drove us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, today is really a good good day &lt;span style="color: rgb(111, 168, 220);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm going to watch &lt;b&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;/b&gt; now, so ttyl bloggers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-658608526543531052?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/658608526543531052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=658608526543531052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/658608526543531052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/658608526543531052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-good-day.html' title='good good day'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-648013179108940683</id><published>2010-02-21T21:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:26:46.841+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>#7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.looklet.com/looks/18ff6abe-bb4e-40cd-9036-77f52c7555a2.jpg?1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://files.looklet.com/looks/18ff6abe-bb4e-40cd-9036-77f52c7555a2.jpg?1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;follow &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/user/77477"&gt;me&lt;/a&gt; on looklet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thank you :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-648013179108940683?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/648013179108940683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=648013179108940683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/648013179108940683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/648013179108940683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/02/7.html' title='#7'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-2952938485406479458</id><published>2010-02-20T17:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:24:09.254+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>3 Idiots</title><content type='html'>i'm starting to get interested about this film, &lt;b&gt;3 Idiots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the trailer &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvszmNXdM4w&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S3-32kS9akI/AAAAAAAAARI/qD2VqCSIDxM/s1600-h/3_Idiots_8631591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S3-32kS9akI/AAAAAAAAARI/qD2VqCSIDxM/s640/3_Idiots_8631591.jpg" width="442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two friends embark on a quest for a lost buddy. On this journey they encounter a long forgotten bet, a wedding they must crash and a funeral that goes impossibly out of control. As they make their way through the perilous landscape, another journey begins: their inner journey through memory lane and the story of their friend - the irrepressible free-thinker Rancho (Aamir Khan) - who in his unique way, touches and changes their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i think it's a film about &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm considering watching it, but since it only shows on Blitz Megaplex.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to go there with my parents or if i'm lucky, one of my cousins could watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;curious curious curious&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-2952938485406479458?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2952938485406479458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=2952938485406479458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2952938485406479458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2952938485406479458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-idiots.html' title='3 Idiots'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/S3-32kS9akI/AAAAAAAAARI/qD2VqCSIDxM/s72-c/3_Idiots_8631591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-5472918916460732793</id><published>2010-02-20T16:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:46:39.507+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>impossible dreams</title><content type='html'>so here's the list of my impossible (or maybe possible) dreams :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;wings!&lt;/b&gt; like the writings on my blog header&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they didn't .........&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone in this world knows my name &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;WOW it's a big dream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a(n) interior designer, web designer, or anything that is related to design and &lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;have sharp claws and fangs!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;raining &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a time machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have the remote like in the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0389860/"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a scholarship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to college in Australia, Singapore, or maybe even America &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my teeth are magically fixed in one day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy my own laptop and iphone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the most impossible dream: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyone that i love won't die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , so i don't have to suffer the pain of losing someone. &lt;b&gt;this one is completely impossible.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i think this is it. but if i get new dreams, i'm definitely going to update this list &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;sorry for not updating for a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;just got the mood to blog again today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-5472918916460732793?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5472918916460732793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=5472918916460732793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5472918916460732793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5472918916460732793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2010/02/impossible-dreams.html' title='impossible dreams'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-8553525802218578072</id><published>2009-12-26T22:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:40:18.092+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>MERRY belated CHRISTMAS :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYbkkADTOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZWyNRxMhy0o/s1600-h/christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYbkkADTOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZWyNRxMhy0o/s400/christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;belated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;CHRISTMAS! &lt;span style="background-color: #444444; color: white;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;sorry for the late post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;christmas eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;jam 4 sore, gw ud siap pergi ke gereja bojong buat misa padahal misanya mulai jam 6 , soalnya kita mau duduk di dalem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; gw nunggu 2 jam sambil daydreaming! hahaha akhirnya kita misa malem natal :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;"&gt;koor-nya keren banget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;two thumbs up deh (y) (y)&lt;/b&gt; abis itu, kita makan malem di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;celio bistro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; yang gw bingungnya setiap kali gw lewat sono, pasti keliatannya kosong, tapi kok masih buka terus ya? -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYhoinJvbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HsZly4tQ5Ls/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYhoinJvbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HsZly4tQ5Ls/s200/DSC00748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hot chocolate w/ marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;gw juga makan spaghetti bolognese sih cuma gak terlalu enak menurut gw --"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;abis itu gw nginep di tempatnya tante gw, trus dpt kado hihi :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYjCyuSjKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lYDlxfugs3c/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYjCyuSjKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lYDlxfugs3c/s320/DSC00749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYjJ3XNHeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/V6PVIk4NNow/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYjJ3XNHeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/V6PVIk4NNow/s320/DSC00750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dear Gaby, hope this Christmas brings you peace, joy, and happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;success for the new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tante Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYkdrg-XyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SKQpRQR2yoM/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYkdrg-XyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SKQpRQR2yoM/s320/DSC00751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i got a clique &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;novel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;P.S. I Loathe You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;i&gt;Lisi Harrison&lt;/i&gt; and a &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt;. thanks auntie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;christmas day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;25.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;paginya sepupu gw ternyata mau berangkat ke thailand sama temen"nya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;*ihh enak yah pengen gw kyk sepupu gw yg ini :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; nah gw sempet liat kamarnya aduh gila cakep gila kamar idaman gw dah pokoknya hahaha kita doa dulu bersama sebelom dia berangkat tapi gw gak ikut nganterin ke bandara soalnya gw ikut bonyok sama adek gw ke taman safari , sayangnya ngko gw gak ikut soalnya dia nginep di rumah temennya trus dia blm pulang jadinya ditinggal deh dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: small;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ya lumayan seru sih di safari. ngasih makan rusa, zebra, ya sejenis itulah. adek gw uda kayak apa aja dah pas kepala rusanya masuk ke mobil hahaha tapi pas kita ud selesei safari, gw kan mau ke baby zoo. main sama anak macan yang lucu itu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; cumaa tiba-tiba hujan gede hampir kayak badai lah. malesin banget dah gak bisa keluar dari mobil soalnya payungnya rusak. jadinya sambil nunggu hujannya reda, kita tidur bentar di mobil. pas uda redaan, kita pergi ke terminal bus wisatanya beli pop-mie buat angetin badan trus naek mobil ke arah baby zoo segala macemnya. tapi pas nyampe di sono, eh malah banjir ckckc baby zoo-nya tutup, trus baju gw acak adul dah karena gw gak bawa jaket trus kan dingin tuh jadi gw pake aja blouse kotak-kotak di luar t-shirt spongebob gw hahaha yg penting angetan dah. abis itu kita ke souvenir shopnya setelah jalan berapa lama gitu. jadi tergoda gw buat beli bonekanya, ada boneka beruang loh kuma! &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;sayangnya gak boleh soalnya kata nykp gw &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;" km ud mau sma, masih maen boneka. "&lt;/span&gt; --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;trus nykp gw bilang ke gw soalnya muka gw ud gloomy gitu katanya dia kado natal gw bakal buat gw shock nah gw jadi semangat tuh wah kira-kira dapet apa ya? abis itu kita pulang karena banyak yg tutup gara-gara pd tutup abis banjir sih huh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;otw pulang gw tidur tuh nungguin macetnya eh pas gw bangun udah nyampe rumah! udah jam 11 malem lagi ckckc tapi karena gw kelaperan ya uda gw makan KFC yang ternyata nykp beli di rest area. trus kata nykp, udah boleh buka kado soalnya ngko sama oma udah buka kadonya duluan haha dan ternyata gw dapet 2 kado! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYs5xfoJII/AAAAAAAAAPw/RQWjtjcaulM/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYs5xfoJII/AAAAAAAAAPw/RQWjtjcaulM/s400/DSC00759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a bag, i like the little details &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYtov1cLwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/h6UrPb13KFo/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYtov1cLwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/h6UrPb13KFo/s320/DSC00760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a hair styler (?) that's the shock, but it's nice :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thank you mom! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i guess this christmas is unique :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-8553525802218578072?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8553525802218578072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=8553525802218578072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8553525802218578072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8553525802218578072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-belated-christmas-d.html' title='MERRY belated CHRISTMAS :D'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SzYbkkADTOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZWyNRxMhy0o/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-3092851006677601204</id><published>2009-12-22T19:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:39:33.663+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>sekolah</title><content type='html'>eh eh gak nyangka lo ternyata bntr lagi ud mau &lt;b&gt;UAS + UAN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaahh ud harus mulai pikirin tuh belajar pelajaran dari kelas 7 sampe kelas 9 -_-&lt;br /&gt;dan gw jadi panitia year book jadinya harus ikut rapat, kerja pikirin konsep bukunya segala macem&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, sama gw juga pengen bantuin yg panitia perpisahan kalo sempet&lt;br /&gt;yah walaupun sibuk, menurut gw jadi panitia bisa jadi pengalaman yang gak bakal dilupain&lt;br /&gt;soalnya ini bakal terakhir kalinya kita, anak kelas 9 sama" buat acara.&lt;br /&gt;ternyata ud setengah tahun kita jalanin jadi anak kelas 9&lt;br /&gt;eh setengah tahun lagi kita pisah.&lt;br /&gt;rasanya gw blm kuat buat pisah sama semuanya :(&lt;br /&gt;trus sma pd pisah" lagi, hais&lt;br /&gt;emg gitu yah hidup pasti ada perpisahan&lt;br /&gt;yang kita bisa lakuin cuma inget semua kenangan yang pernah dialami bersama&lt;br /&gt;suka dan duka&lt;br /&gt;karena kita gak bakal bisa ngulang waktu lagi :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-3092851006677601204?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/3092851006677601204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=3092851006677601204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/3092851006677601204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/3092851006677601204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/12/sekolah.html' title='sekolah'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-4289733053360255933</id><published>2009-12-17T16:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:40:49.873+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>study trip -&gt; bandara pondok cabe + jakarta international soekarno-hatta airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #274e13; color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;14.12.09&lt;/span&gt; kita berangkat dari sekolah jam 7an ke &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;bandara pondok cabe&lt;/b&gt;. di sana itu panassssss banget! karena kita nyampe di sana ud agak siang. trus kita disuruh ke hangar, dijelasin ttg pesawat dan helikopter yg ada disitu. nah pas saat itu, kita pd foto" di dlm helikopter sama pesawatnya. kn jarang tuh kita boleh masuk ke dlmnya haha tiap kelas difoto satu per satu di dpn pesawat sama helikopternya.&lt;br /&gt;abis itu kita langsung berangkat ke &lt;b style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;jakarta international soekarno-hatta airport - terminal 3&lt;/b&gt;. kita makan siang di jln pake lunch box. nasi-ayam-mie :p nyampe di sana, kita dikasi pengarahan ttg konsep terminal 3 yang baru dan segala macem. trus, kita dikasi tunjuk terminal 3, ternyata &lt;i style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7;"&gt;gedungnya keren! :D&lt;/i&gt; walaupun masih baru jadi 1 pier dari 5 , tapi ud lumayan banyak org yang pake terminal itu.&amp;nbsp; trus pergi lagi deh ke &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;kantornya garuda&lt;/span&gt;, sumpah gw demen dah ngantor di situ, gedungnya &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;desainnya kerennnnnnnn (y)&lt;/span&gt; dijelasin ttg jenis pesawat garuda, dll. abis itu kita ke &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;tempat perbaikan pesawat milik garuda&lt;/span&gt;. di situ ada pesawat lama yang ud gak kepake sama pesawat yang lagi dibenerin. nah trus ada pesawat boieng &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;*kyknya tulisannya kyk gini*&lt;/span&gt; yang gedeee banget ampe ekor pesawatnya kgk muat masuk hangarnya -.- tiap kelas foto lagi di situ trus kita &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;pulang deh akhirnya!&lt;/b&gt; di perjalanan &lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;macet + busnya mogok!&lt;/span&gt; bus 1 sih yang mogok, bus gw &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;*bus 2*&lt;/span&gt; gak. jadinya kita nungguin bntr dibnerin, tapi gak jalan" tu bus. jadinya semua anak yang di bus 1 dipindahin ke bus 2, jadi ada &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;120 anak di bus 2. gilaa.&lt;/b&gt; ada sih bbrp anak yang milih tetep tinggal di situ nungguin karena takut gak muat juga. kata temen gw yang milih tetep tinggal itu bus gw pas jalan ud miring sebelah. wew jadi serem juga. dari jalan tol sampe balik ke nd lagi, busnya ud sumpek, pada ribut ud tahu lagi penuh tuh bus. pas ud mau nyampe nd, ada mobil polisi yang pake alarm. &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;ngiung ngiung&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #cccccc;"&gt;*yah begitulah*&lt;/span&gt; kita kira bakal ditilang atau apalah. untungnya gak.&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya kita semua nyampe di sekolah jam &lt;b&gt;19.30&lt;/b&gt; dari seharusnya 17.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;seru juga buat pengalaman (:&lt;/div&gt;tapi skrg disuruh bikin &lt;b style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;laporan perjalanan&lt;/b&gt; sama garudanya. buset -.- malessss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-4289733053360255933?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-5144356701058829063</id><published>2009-12-13T13:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:39:46.819+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>taylor swift's new hairdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.celebuzz.com/cb/assets/users16/celebuzz/default/msg-126046404401-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://cdn.celebuzz.com/cb/assets/users16/celebuzz/default/msg-126046404401-3.jpg" width="406" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a new hairdo can make you a whole different woman, but we had no idea that little&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.celebuzz.com/celebrities/taylor-swift/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was just hair-straightener and a flatiron away from this kind of grown-up hotness! The sleek, sophisticated bangs and straight hair have really turned her "fierce" knob up to 11.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... we wonder what &lt;b&gt;Taylor Lautner's Abs &lt;/b&gt;thinks about his lady friend's makeover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;source :&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;celebuzz.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cakep! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cumaaaaaa rasanya jadi kyk bkn Taylor Swift &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; soalnya rambut curly itu ud trademark-nya dia&lt;br /&gt;gak tau sih kalo dia mau ganti apa gak tapi walaupun lurus atau curly&lt;br /&gt;gw tetep ngefans sama &lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-5144356701058829063?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5144356701058829063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=5144356701058829063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5144356701058829063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5144356701058829063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/12/taylor-swifts-new-hairdo.html' title='taylor swift&apos;s new hairdo'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1693117274563573873</id><published>2009-12-07T11:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:39:22.251+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>congek -.-"  + christmas!</title><content type='html'>okee dari kemaren ampe skrg , kuping sebelah kiri gw itu lagi congek"-nya =.= kata nykp gw, mungkin kemasukan air, jadinya pas mandi gw masukin air ke kuping dgn harapan keluar semua air yg di kuping. tapi ternyata kgk keluar" nah akhirnya oma mulai saranin ke dokter tht aaaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah hari ini &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;hari pertama ulum&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;*damn*&lt;/span&gt; pkn + agm&lt;br /&gt;lumayan gampang lah agm, pknnya itu susah!&lt;br /&gt;dari pagi sampe pulang sekolah kuping kiri ini nguing nguing apalah pokoknya sakit&lt;br /&gt;trus gw ke uks dong, kata gurunya gw harus ke dokter trus pake obat tetes kuping yang katanya bisa ngeluarin yg ada di kuping gw ini, semoga gak sampe parah, atau nyampe harus operasi segala &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi sampai sekarang gw nunggu bonyok pulang biar mereka booking dokter lah setidaknya&lt;br /&gt;gw gak mau sampe seminggu kayak gini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya gw harus beli kado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;christmas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;baby!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;yeah~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadonya buat acara tuker kado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gak boleh makanan atau minuman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;budget : min. &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;25ribu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any idea guys?&lt;br /&gt;tahun lalu gw kasih bingkai jadi menurut gw gak boleh bingkai lagi dong buat tahun ini&lt;br /&gt;jadi kasi apa dongg? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah gw congek lagi -.-&lt;br /&gt;jadi kalo ada ide, komen aja yaa di chat box atau di posting ini&lt;br /&gt;atau chat di &lt;b&gt;msn&lt;/b&gt; : &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;gabrielagracia@windowslive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;your help will be WELL appreciated &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;thnks yaa :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1693117274563573873?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1693117274563573873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1693117274563573873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1693117274563573873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1693117274563573873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/12/congek-christmas.html' title='congek -.-&quot;  + christmas!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-2793853735275104413</id><published>2009-11-30T20:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:25:35.590+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>new moon (hmm)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: lime;"&gt;30.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; today &lt;a href="http://verena-allaboutme.blogspot.com/" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;verena&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://frankendoodah.blogspot.com/" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;kiki&lt;/a&gt; , vero , jea , and me went to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1259571/" style="color: #660000;"&gt;NEW MOON&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; *finally! at Puri XXI *again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-reviewer.net/wp-content/uploads/new-moon-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://the-reviewer.net/wp-content/uploads/new-moon-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The supernatural tale of star-crossed lovers continues as the Cullen family flees Forks in order to protect Bella (Kristen Stewart), and the heartbroken high-school senior discovers that vampires aren't the only creatures in town. Realizing that Bella will never be safe as long as he's around, Edward (Robert Pattinson) makes the difficult decision to leave his beloved behind shortly after her 18th birthday. Reeling from her loss, Bella embraces self-destruction after being comforted by Edward's image during a moment of mortal peril. But as heavy-hearted as Bella may be, her old friend Jacob (&lt;b&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;) distracts her from her sorrows by helping her renovate a weather-beaten motorbike. When Bella encounters a former adversary with a sizable grudge, she's rescued from harm at the last second by pack of enormous, ferocious wolves. Subsequently delving into the history of the Quileutes, Bella discovers the secrets of Jacob's tribe while looking forward to a reunion with Edward that may have deadly consequences.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i wanted to say that i really loved the Twilight series&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;so obviously i already read the whole series. well, i compared the book to the movie, and there were scenes that i thought was different from the book. for me, those scenes made the difference. the scenes that i thought were pretty important&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;weren't played in the movie. i'm pretty disappointed. :( but overall, i &lt;b&gt;liked&lt;/b&gt; the movie, but i didn't love it. 4/5 &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-2793853735275104413?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2793853735275104413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=2793853735275104413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2793853735275104413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2793853735275104413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-hmm.html' title='new moon (hmm)'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6537307218659404619</id><published>2009-11-23T17:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:38:52.228+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>grandma's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: yellow;"&gt;22.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; actually my grandma's birthday was on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;21.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; but because my aunts had some things that need to be done that day , the celebration was postponed until the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night , me and my family went to &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;coca suki restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. when we arrived there, we took the lift and went to the reserved place. &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;room no. 2 :D&lt;/span&gt; as usual, we waited for all the family members to gather before we ate. after that, we ate. the meat, the soup, the chicken.. yummy! and i realized that my cousin and i were wearing the same necklace &lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt; oh yeah after that, my grandma was given a pudding with a candle on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SwpldyjylPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/uQaXOvBYCFM/s1600/oma%27s+birthday.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SwpldyjylPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/uQaXOvBYCFM/s320/oma%27s+birthday.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SwplYoXwBDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/f4njtWd_ohs/s1600/cake+cutting.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SwplYoXwBDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/f4njtWd_ohs/s320/cake+cutting.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pudding was tasty :)&lt;br /&gt;overall, we had a &lt;b&gt;great night&lt;/b&gt;. sadly, the next day is already a school day&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;=_____=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's what i wear that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SwpnUCPWENI/AAAAAAAAAM8/h2IMIstQ2XA/s1600/DSC00677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SwpnUCPWENI/AAAAAAAAAM8/h2IMIstQ2XA/s320/DSC00677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;see you later bloggers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6537307218659404619?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6537307218659404619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6537307218659404619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6537307218659404619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6537307218659404619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/11/grandmas-birthday.html' title='grandma&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SwpldyjylPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/uQaXOvBYCFM/s72-c/oma%27s+birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1688496762391130883</id><published>2009-11-16T20:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:38:21.168+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>(y) : 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;16.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; , today &lt;a href="http://mystupidactions.blogspot.com/" style="color: #990000;"&gt;grace&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://verena-allaboutme.blogspot.com/" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;verena&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://desoitralala.blogspot.com/" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;daesy&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;tasya&lt;/span&gt; , and me went to see &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1190080/"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at Puri XXI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/movies/2012/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/movies/2012/2012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never before has a date in history been so significant to so many cultures, so many religions, scientists, and governments. '2012' is an epic adventure about a global cataclysm that brings an end to the world and tells of the heroic struggle of the survivors&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning of the movie, i didn't really understand the story but when i connected all the sections of the story, it became related. personally, i think it's an &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;awesome movie&lt;/span&gt;. it pictured the end of the world in some way that was believable. of course, it was scary to think that the end of the world could be like that. but hey. only GOD knew when the world will end. not us. so all that we can do is &lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just enjoy our life! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1688496762391130883?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1688496762391130883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1688496762391130883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1688496762391130883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1688496762391130883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/11/y-2012.html' title='(y) : 2012'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-5297575010784515864</id><published>2009-11-10T17:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:22:29.865+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>♥ simon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SvkhJ3PMkEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/wIVUXEljp0s/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SvkhJ3PMkEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/wIVUXEljp0s/s200/DSC00632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/Svkh5rGgXrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tse35rgEOTc/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/Svkh5rGgXrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tse35rgEOTc/s200/DSC00633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;my lovely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;simon[yet]&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt; i got it from my cousin. and hey, there's a letter attached to it! &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for giving me a place to stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And being my new best friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I promise to love you each day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And share everything now and then&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many of my friends have never felt the affection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like the love I get from you and your family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some were abandoned, lost and broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without knowing what their future will be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The little money you used to adopt me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will be donated to my friends in need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They will be forever grateful with sincerity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For you have shown your true kindness indeed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;May you discover genuine happiness in time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just like Shangri-la Jakarta has shown me mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Snowie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like the monkey's name is snowie but i want to call it simon! &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, from what i read, the money used to buy it will be used to help the *real* monkeys in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;it's good to know that the money is for good cause :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-5297575010784515864?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5297575010784515864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=5297575010784515864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5297575010784515864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5297575010784515864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/11/simon.html' title='♥ simon'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SvkhJ3PMkEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/wIVUXEljp0s/s72-c/DSC00632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-5906832572588710099</id><published>2009-11-06T15:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:42:23.141+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>uzumaki naruto ♥</title><content type='html'>hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;gw lagi demen sama &lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;naruto&lt;/b&gt; nih. baru nyadar aja kalo ceritanya naruto itu banyak makna hidupnya.&lt;br /&gt;naruto yang orangtuanya meninggal karena ngelawan kyuubi harus jalanin hidupnya sendiri. gilaa kasian bgt. :( tapi walaupun kyk gitu, dia selalu aja &lt;b&gt;SELALU&lt;/b&gt; optimis. selalu mencari kebaikan di hati orang. selalu... berjuang walaupun situasinya ud mustahil buat lakuin apa yg dia mau. selalu bisa melampaui apa yang orang lain pikirin. mimpinya menjadi hokage gak pernah dilupain. dia juga terus berlatih buat bisa bawa sasuke balik ke konoha, walaupun dia tahu itu mustahil karena sasuke ud jadi jahat. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;selalu berusaha buat orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu dia, sifat yang pngen gw punya. selalu berusaha buat orang lain walaupun kita bakal &lt;i&gt;terluka&lt;/i&gt;, tapi kita tetep lakuin itu karena kita tahu kalo apa yang kita lakuin ini bakal membahagiakan orang lain..... emg bener itu pasti susah, tapi gw pengen bisa jadi kyk gitu. &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;harus bisa! cahyo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;currently watching naruto shippuuden episode 3 :)&lt;/div&gt;wanted to watch &lt;b&gt;every single episode&lt;/b&gt; of it. &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;just hope my eyes can watch that many episode LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-5906832572588710099?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5906832572588710099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=5906832572588710099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5906832572588710099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5906832572588710099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/11/uzumaki-naruto.html' title='uzumaki naruto ♥'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-4718823234248190725</id><published>2009-11-02T14:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:27:45.649+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>lady reaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.looklet.com/static/looks/2009/11/02/08/dfd74edf-d621-4f03-989b-881b6730d501.jpg?1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cdn.looklet.com/static/looks/2009/11/02/08/dfd74edf-d621-4f03-989b-881b6730d501.jpg?1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; set &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for my looklet profile, click &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/user/77477"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN, guys!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: #cc0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1360148793138536353-4718823234248190725?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4718823234248190725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=4718823234248190725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4718823234248190725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4718823234248190725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/11/lady-reaper.html' title='lady reaper'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1436524364198541343</id><published>2009-11-02T14:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:27:14.331+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><title type='text'>guilty pleasure + painful prices</title><content type='html'>ud lama banget gw gak shopping aaaaa lagi pngen nyoba pake skirt nih. menurut lu semua, cocok gak gw pake skirt? hahaha yeah, my guilty pleasure is *of course* &lt;b&gt;shopping&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt; tapi ada bbrp hal menyakitkan yg harus gw jalani, yaitu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;dokter tulang&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; why? karena kaki gw flat. jadi berpengaruh ke badan gw. + jalan gw bongkok itu juga harus diperbaikin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;dokter gigi.&lt;/span&gt; why? i need braces. lu gak tau sbrp brantakan gigi gw. argh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;dokter kulit&lt;/span&gt;. why? entah knp, jerawat gw tambah gede tiap arinyaa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;dokter mata.&lt;/span&gt; why? lasik pas gw ud 18 thn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua itu dilakuin buat perbaikin diri gw sendiri walaupun sakit dan biayanya banyak tapi harus gw jalanin itu semua. gw jadi ngerasa bersalah sama bonyok gw &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; biaya buat ke dokter" itu gak murah sementara buat 'guilty pleasure' gw juga butuh duit. argh! harus nabung juga buat niat beli laptop. banyak maunya ya? &lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-.- &lt;/span&gt;namanya juga anak, pasti ada aja maunya. dan gak pernah berhenti" yang ada malah nambah trus. tapi gw harus berhenti! harus! gw lagi ada rencana bikin bando bareng &lt;a href="http://sekarloveherlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;sekar&lt;/a&gt; trus bikin kalung beads. itu loh yang manik yang disetrika jadi satu itu hahaha ntar kalo jadi, tak kasi liat &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; so many things that i want, not enough money to buy them. tapi gw pengen bikin bando sama kalung itu pake duit sendiri. beli bahan sendiri. bikin sendiri &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; hope my money is enough. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1436524364198541343?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1436524364198541343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1436524364198541343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1436524364198541343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1436524364198541343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/11/guilty-pleasure-painful-prices.html' title='guilty pleasure + painful prices'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1821243335924314981</id><published>2009-10-20T16:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:40:36.194+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>guys' facts</title><content type='html'>girls, you &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guys don’t actually look after good-looking girls. they prefer &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;neat and presentable&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; other flirts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a guy says he doesn’t understand you, it simply means you’re not thinking the way he is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you doing something?” or “Have you eaten already?” are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, &lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a guy really likes you, he’ll disregard all your bad characteristics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys go crazy over &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;a girl’s smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys will do anything just to get the girl’s attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When guys want to meet your parents. Let them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys want to tell you many things but they can’t. And they have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is drinking! but do not generalise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys cry!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys can never dream and hope too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;When you touch a guy’s heart, there’s no turning back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving a guy a hanging message like “You know what?!..uh…never mind!” would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a guy makes a prolonged “umm” or makes any excuses when you’re asking him to do you a favor, he’s actually saying that &lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"&gt;he doesn’t like you&lt;/b&gt; and he can’t lay down the card for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When a girl says “no”, a guy hears it as “try again tomorrow” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys hate gays!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; their moms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn’t mean that the guy likes her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like Eve, girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;It’s good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don’t let him wait that long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No guy is bad when he is courting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Guys really admire girls that they like even if they’re not that much pretty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don’t need to give advice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys virtually brag about anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys think too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys’ fantasies are unlimited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls’ height doesn’t really matter to a guy but her weight does!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It’s not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they’ve been together for 3 years or more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A guy has to experience rejection, because if he’s too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won’t be matured and grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed P**** with their girlfriends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he’s sweating. You’ll probably see that he is nervous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #741b47;"&gt;When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he’s just actually saying, “Please come and listen to me”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys don’t really have final decisions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him….very important.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys believe that there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys don’t like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy would waste his time over video games and football, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys love girls who can cook or bake. ….they love u regardless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy’s friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you’ll be surprised.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys don’t comprehend the statement “Get lost” too well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys don’t care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them, they’ll realize they’re wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He’s just too stubborn to deal with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys’ weakest point is at the knee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a guy looks at you, either he’s amazed by you or he’s criticizing you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance, give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance, ignore him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at you and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you’re with your boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a guy says he can’t sleep if he doesn’t hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: orange;"&gt;Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls are allowed to touch boys’ things. Not their hair!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: blue;"&gt;If a guy says you’re beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys hate girls who overreact. ……sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys love you more than you love them IF they are serious in your relationships.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1821243335924314981?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1821243335924314981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1821243335924314981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1821243335924314981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1821243335924314981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/10/guys-fact.html' title='guys&apos; facts'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-7932113321293747329</id><published>2009-10-18T14:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:27:34.606+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>a really touching song :')</title><content type='html'>you tucked me in, turned out the light&lt;br /&gt;kept me safe and sound at night&lt;br /&gt;little girls depend on things like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brushed my teeth and combed my hair&lt;br /&gt;had to drive me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;you were always there when i looked back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had to do it all alone&lt;br /&gt;make a living, make a home&lt;br /&gt;must have been as hard as it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i couldn't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;scared things wouldn't turn out right&lt;br /&gt;you would hold my hand and sing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caterpillar in the tree&lt;br /&gt;how you wonder who you'll be&lt;br /&gt;can't go far but you can always dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you may and wish you might&lt;br /&gt;don't you worry, hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;i promise you there will come a day&lt;br /&gt;butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;flap your wings now you can't stay&lt;br /&gt;take those dreams and make them all come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;we've been waiting for this day&lt;br /&gt;all along and knowing just what to do&lt;br /&gt;butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;miley cyrus ft. billy ray cyrus - butterfly fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;i wanted to cry when i heard this song because it reminded me at the times when i was growing up. i sounded like a cry baby , didn't i? well, that's how i feel about this song. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-7932113321293747329?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7932113321293747329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=7932113321293747329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7932113321293747329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7932113321293747329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-touching-song.html' title='a really touching song :&apos;)'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-2780813325003843550</id><published>2009-10-18T10:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:41:57.627+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>girls stuff  ;]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;don't know who you are but i'm with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;it's alright, it's ok. i'm so much better without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;if i'm better off, better off without you boy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;you make me crazier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that you make me smile &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; please stay for a while now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i do it for love, love, love.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;you're the reason that i breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;you're the reason i still believe.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;all the things a girl should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #fce5cd;"&gt;are the things she can't control..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;our song is the way you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;he's the song in the car i keep&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;singing don't know why i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the 7 things i hate the most that&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;you do, you make me love you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;don't tell me you're sorry cause&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;you're not baby when i know&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;you're only sorry you got caught&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt; i'm not gonna write you a love&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;song cause you tell me it's make&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;or breaking this if you're on&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;your way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;i'm a big big girl in a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; big big world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt; i tell everyone&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;we are through cause i'm so&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; much better without you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;i'll be your best friend and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you'll be my valentine&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;cause big girls don't cry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;f*ck you f*ck you very very much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;i gotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;go my own way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;my life, my life would suck, would suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;without you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;i do not hook up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;i'll follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;until you love me papa paparazzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;trouble is a friend yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;life is a maze and love is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;a riddle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;i'm so over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;you were never a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; of mine hurt at first a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; bit and now i'm so over so over it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;i'm going through the same day, same place, same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt; way i always do my life is all white, living in black and white. hurry up and save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: center;"&gt;ignorance is your new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;so what?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;i don't need you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;it's just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; too little too late a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; too wrong and i can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;take one step at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt; there's no need to rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt; it's like learning to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt; or falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;i'll spread my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt; and i'll learn how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt; to fly i'll do what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt; it takes till i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt; touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;these are lyrics from songs that were sang by girls. one color resembles lyrics from a song. try to guess every single song that's in the picture. it's fun! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-2780813325003843550?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2780813325003843550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=2780813325003843550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2780813325003843550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2780813325003843550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-stuff.html' title='girls stuff  ;]'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-5409397336495357429</id><published>2009-10-17T16:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:41:19.199+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new experience'/><title type='text'>bad mood</title><content type='html'>hello bloggers :)&lt;br /&gt;hari ini gw, &lt;a href="http://stupitblogoblog.blogspot.com/" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;icha&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; felicia&lt;/span&gt;  , &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;nando&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;choki&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;ferdie&lt;/span&gt; , dan &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;brandon&lt;/span&gt; rencananya mau ke legend , studio gitu buat latihan lagu &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2y5SwliCkE"&gt;qing fei de yi&lt;/a&gt; o.s.t-nya meteor garden itu lo. nah kita janjian jem setengah 9 di sekolah. karena kemaren malemnya gw nginep di rumah sepupu *kasian dia sendirian :( * , gw telat dateng jadi gw nyampe di sekolah uda jem 9 kurang 15an.. nah trus gw ketemu deh ma icha , choki , felic , ma nando karena brandon ma ferdie belom dateng ya udah kita nungguin dah di sekolah. sampe uda jem 9 lewat, ferdie dateng tapi brandon blm. jadii akhirnya brandon ditinggal deh *sorry yaa* trus akhirnya gw , icha, felic, nando, ma ferdie naek taksi soalnya ferdie gak mau naek motor breng choki ma sopirnya zz. kita ikutin deh choki karena dy yg tau jalannya ke legend! ternyata di deket sushinaga letaknya walaupun agak masuk di perumahan. nah pas nyampe, ongkos taksinya ceban nah sama icha disuru ferdie dulu bayarin ahahaha trus dibayarin deh cihuy! thanks ya fer :D trus kita msk ke studionya mm.. lumayan lah tempatnya haha kita latihan" trus si choki cerita kalo misalnya ada setan di situ lgsg gw merinding ehh gw bs"nya ngeliat ada bayangan item di bawah ac nya tambah merinding deh uda disitu ada kaca gede lagi aaaa oh ya si brandon jadinya gak dateng tu gara" uda telat dan pas uda mw nyampe ke legend , kitanya mala uda mw selesei , jadi dy disuru pulang deh haha 2 jem ternyata 80.000 mahal juga yaa ckck nah mulailah gw keringat dingin. gmana gw pulang??? rmhnya pd mencar" smua. si choki sama ferdie uda pulang duluan naek motor. sumpah mereka sempit"an uda kyk maho da &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;*peace men~ &lt;/i&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;v* *keputusan="" ,="" .="" aja="" akhirnya="" angkot,="" angkot="" ataupun="" blm="" cuma="" deh="" deket="" di="" dia="" diculik="" dijemput="" felic,="" felic="" gw,="" gw="" hahaha="" icha="" jadinya="" jalan="" jauh="" kan="" karena="" ke="" kita="" ma="" masing="" meruya="" metro="" mikirin="" minta="" naek="" nah="" nando.="" nando="" nasibnya="" nungguin.="" nykp="" ojek,="" pasar="" permata="" pernah="" pngen="" rumah="" sambil="" sekalipun="" sendiri="" sisa="" situ="" sushinaga="" swt=".='" tadinya="" taksi="" takut="" telpon="" terakhir="" tinggal="" trus="" tu*="" tu="" tuh=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;laen kali gw hrs berani naek angkot sndiri hihi biar gak ngerepotin yg laen dan bonyok gw ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/v*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abis pulang ya uda gw beres" , ganti baju , trus tunggu setengah jem buat maen komp , lalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;nykp : ada tamu. jangan maen komp dulu dek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;gw : udahlah gpp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;nykp : jangan maen komp dek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;gw : aku blm maen dari kemaren" mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;nykp : *pergi*&lt;/div&gt;makanya gw bs maen skrg hahaha tamunya itu temen"nya bokap trus bokap kn ngajak makan ke puri ya uda gw pengen ikut dong tapiiii nykp gw gk blhin karena malem itu gw hrs temenin oma gw buat kondangan sepupu jauhh yg bahkan gw gk pernah ketemu ckck ya udah deh gw ditinggal grr dan gw hrs ikut oma gw. bs kyk sapi ompong gw disono huh tapi masa oma gw sendiri jadi ya uda deh gw pergi&lt;br /&gt;mandi dulu ya nyiapin buat kondangan itu haha byee bloggeerrss :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-5409397336495357429?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5409397336495357429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=5409397336495357429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5409397336495357429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5409397336495357429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-mood.html' title='bad mood'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1023697219462862716</id><published>2009-10-12T17:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:42:43.348+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>tag! you're it! :D</title><content type='html'>Be honest no matter what, then tag at least 15 friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;* text is sms , right? Nikita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;* at my bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;* single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;* maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;* blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;* two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Whats your brother(s)/sister(s) names?&lt;br /&gt;* Big bro : Kevin , little bro : Adjie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;* somewhere peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;* OF COURSE. everyone has a crazy side LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;* nope and i hope never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;* play anything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's stopping you from going for the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;* i don't like anyone right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;* last week , i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;* don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;br /&gt;* dream! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;* Priscil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;* currently i love Adrian Martadinata - Kuingin Kau Tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;* answering this stupid questions. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who do you trust right now?&lt;br /&gt;* family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;* Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;* NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who is your friend that lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;* Verena :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Describe your life in one word?&lt;br /&gt;* unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;* blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;* take a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;* Miley Cyrus &amp;amp; Billy Ray Cyrus - Butterfly Fly Away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who was the last person who gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;* grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who was the last person who yelled at you?&lt;br /&gt;* mom :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;* of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your natural hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;* black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;* my class LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who was the last person to make you sad?&lt;br /&gt;* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;* Ne-Yo - Because Of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Is your hair curly or straight?&lt;br /&gt;* wavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Has anyone ever called you "scrumptious" before?&lt;br /&gt;* nope and i don't want to be called that word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;* yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Held hands with the opposite sex in the past 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;* nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you use smiley faces on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;* yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;* once :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you happy with life right now?&lt;br /&gt;* don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you currently jealous?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What jewelry are you currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;* earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What were you doing last Friday?&lt;br /&gt;* listening to RAN - Thank God It's Friday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;* absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;* i don't think so but if i ever broke one, i'm sorry ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last reason you went to the doctor for?&lt;br /&gt;* i can't remember it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;* mm.. 3am , cause i was forced to watch the world cup with my dad and my brother -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?&lt;br /&gt;* not... yet :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this from &lt;a href="http://warpsinski.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gabriela Warpsinski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think i'm going to tag all of you who reads this (:&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't know who i'm going to tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1023697219462862716?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1023697219462862716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1023697219462862716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1023697219462862716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1023697219462862716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/10/tag-youre-it-d.html' title='tag! you&apos;re it! :D'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1000638206892170145</id><published>2009-10-12T16:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:28:45.488+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>WTH!</title><content type='html'>okey jadi hari ini&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: orange; color: yellow;"&gt;12.10.09&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gw kira ni ari bakal kayak biasa aja ternyata pas jem pelajaran terakhir, inggris, ada &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;sidak!&lt;/b&gt; untung gw gak gk bawa apa² -.- tapi pas pemeriksaannya itu lo yg gw gelii sumpah! jadii kan cewe disuru baris di dpn pintu trus cowo di dpn whiteboard nah gw kira bakal biasa doang lah di-sidak-nya dipegang di bag. samping doang ehhhhh ternyata bag. 'itu' juga dipegang *sama guru cewe ya* &lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUSET da!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; langsung panik da sekelas uda dipegangnya di dpn cowo lgi swt&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;=_____________= "&lt;/span&gt; gw yg pertama lagi mamam! cowo juga dipegang 'itu' nya tentu saja sama guru cowo. &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;udah kyk pelecehan seksual &lt;b&gt;CKCK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dr kelas gw yg kena itu &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;jea&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;riskiat&lt;/span&gt; , ma &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;lauren&lt;/span&gt;. jea tip-ex nya disita kalo riskiat ma lauren yg gw liat c buku cerpen gituu (pdhal buat tugas lo) ckck sama dompet kesita krn di dlmnya ada apaa gitu gw lupa kalo gk salah c duitnya yg kesita trus banyak laa yg kesita secara kita gk nyangka bgt kalo ari tu mw ada sidak ya mw gmana lagi yg kesita gk blh dikembaliin kecuali diambil ma ortu. gw kasian ama yg bw hp, bs dibayangin kalo diambil ma ortu pasti ntar tu anak dimarahin. aduh sabar aja ya yg kena sitaa &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; kita juga gak bisa apa² kalo uda kyk gituu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;yah begitulah nd kadang² tak disangka bs mengadakan sidak yg manteb mw gmana lagi coba. kita gk bs ngap²in ~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1000638206892170145?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1000638206892170145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1000638206892170145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1000638206892170145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1000638206892170145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/10/wth.html' title='WTH!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-2333649599211240665</id><published>2009-09-30T15:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:42:12.282+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>atmostfear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;hey hey bloggers (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;last sunday i went to fx and guess what guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i tried the atmostfear! at first, it was scary but after i tried it the second time i got addicted with the speed lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SsMbQwNjG-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/OSIih4XZLRI/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SsMbQwNjG-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/OSIih4XZLRI/s200/DSC00536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that's me! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh i just remembered, you have to wear a helmet, a jacket, and knee pads so that you won't get hurt if you get knocked into the tunnels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i didn't get to photo the atmostfear itself because the slide was very long *from the 7th floor until ground floor!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i want to ride it again SOON! XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-2333649599211240665?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2333649599211240665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=2333649599211240665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2333649599211240665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2333649599211240665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/09/atmostfear.html' title='atmostfear!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SsMbQwNjG-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/OSIih4XZLRI/s72-c/DSC00536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-8267377620808427905</id><published>2009-09-25T17:49:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:29:11.778+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>pantai ujung genteng ! :D :D</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers :D&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you about my vacation to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pantai ujung genteng&lt;/span&gt; hahaha &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;22.09.09 - 24.09.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin banyak yg blm tau ni pantai &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 78%;"&gt;*gw aja gk afal" tu nama ampe gw nyampe tempatnya*&lt;/span&gt; letaknya di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jawa barat bag. selatan &lt;/span&gt;perjalanannya itu nyampe 7 jem-an termsk kita stop di rest area. gw pergi ke sana breng keluarga gw dan keluarganya tmen bokap gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;jln dri rmh jem stgh 7 pagi! stop di rest area bntr mw mkn mie ayam dulu hihi :p trus kita jln lgi brp jem-an gitu sampe kita nyampe di bukit" nah dari situ uda keliatan tu sebenernya pantainya cuma ternyata *jreng! kita harus lewatin 3 bukit trus jalanannya kelok" beh! begitu ngelewatin bukit yg pertama aja uda mabok gw, pas lewatin yg 2 lagi uda kyk &lt;span style="color: #993399; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL!&lt;/span&gt; X( nykp gw ud nyiapin plastik tu buat gw muntah tapi thank God gw gak muntah :D dan akhirnyaaaa kita nyampe di Villa Pak Ujang yey! kita dapet rumah no. 6 ~ lapangannya luas looo :) abs itu kita unpack dulu trus lunch deh kalo gak salah makan nasi ama sop sosis yang dibuat nykp &lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;*yummy :p*&lt;/span&gt; kira" jem 5 kita ke pantai deh! nungguin sunset trus bokap gw foto" hasilnya bagusss (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryxXuJaHMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UGVK47cHrkU/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385374275510869186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryxXuJaHMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UGVK47cHrkU/s200/DSC00493.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 243px; width: 325px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pantai ujung genteng! (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryuSeljxPI/AAAAAAAAAII/EG6Y0qqlO0A/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385370886899746034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryuSeljxPI/AAAAAAAAAII/EG6Y0qqlO0A/s200/DSC00511.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 242px; width: 325px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryuSEeGB-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/R6zqLFgoatc/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385370879889115106" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryuSEeGB-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/R6zqLFgoatc/s200/DSC00517.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 242px; width: 325px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;aaaa my hair &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryuRp5zBDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rX1c1zYFrJM/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385370872757552178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryuRp5zBDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rX1c1zYFrJM/s200/DSC00518.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 224px; width: 325px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, my mom, and my brothers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryuRZngx-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/rmWnCDVCMJA/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385370868385892322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryuRZngx-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/rmWnCDVCMJA/s200/DSC00510.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 243px; width: 325px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;me and my brother looking at the big wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryuQx3mKUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cIsWWa-YDfU/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385370857715935554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryuQx3mKUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cIsWWa-YDfU/s200/DSC00507.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 243px; width: 325px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;i was looking at my brothers lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryxYNXOAdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PdWs_2qEhIM/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385374283890295250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryxYNXOAdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PdWs_2qEhIM/s200/DSC00513.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 243px; width: 325px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;anginnya kencengggg hampir aja gw terbang hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryxXOxtirI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jG3-8IbIDow/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385374267089980082" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryxXOxtirI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jG3-8IbIDow/s200/DSC00512.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 242px; width: 325px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunset! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and thenn kita pulang mandi makan nasi goreng buatan tante ina hehe &lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;*nasgornya enakkkkkkkk tante!*&lt;/span&gt; masang kembang api trus tidur deh zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw ditinggal tau gak! gw kn bangun kesiangan &lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;*maklum liburan~&lt;/span&gt; nah yg laen pd ud liat sunrise di pantai huhhhhhhhh abs itu seperti biasa kita ke pantai lgi hihi nyari kerang maen air bikin bendungan pasir hahaha seruuu trus om rudi sama ade gw akting kyk ketiup angin gitu hahahahaha ngakak trus pura" ngemis ama ngko gw hahahahaha kocak daa dan kita lunch di warung gitu cumi bakarnya enakk walopun asin dan setelah sekian lamanya gw baru nyadar gw makan tiap saat di ujung genteng hahahaha gak tau knp semoga gw tambah 2 ato 3 kg da! amin :D oh ya om rudi sama bokap gw masang tenda di lapangannya buat ade gw hahaha parahnya ade gw yg minta" mala gk dipke ma dy hahahahaha nah malemnya ini dia serem &amp;gt;&amp;lt; rencananya kita mau liat penyu betelur kta org itu jem 8 ato jem 9 ya udah abs kita mkn trus maen di pantai lgi ngko gw ma ade gw mancing, ayu sama om rudi nyari kerang hahaha sayangnya sunsetnya gk keliatan lagi soalnya ketutupan awan semua aaaaa =.=  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/Sr2R8MkOESI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UAsYYS2cH9I/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385621192756302114" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/Sr2R8MkOESI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UAsYYS2cH9I/s200/DSC00506.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 243px; width: 325px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;my big brother &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*taken by me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lanjut deh ke tempat penakaran penyu. jalannya lewat hutan gitu trus gk da lampu sama sekali jadi cuma lampu mobil doang uda gitu kita cuma sendiri lagi satu" nya  mobil di situ merinding gw lewat situ uda jalanannya rusak jadinya makin serem setelah sejem kita nyampe di sono tiap org bayar goceng krn kita b8 jadinya 40ribu tu dtng" ke sana kita mkn popmie dulu buat ganjel perut trus ada pengumuman pke toa ktanya penyunya blm mau betelur kira" jem 10an bru ada beh! =___=  ya uda kita nunggu dong masa balik. banyak org mulai dateng trus AKHIRNYA ktanya penyunya uda dateng lgsg pd lari" nerobos msk ke pantai uda jalan ke pantainya berat pasirnya itu lo grr eh dtng" penyunya ud dikerubutin org nah yg gw bingungnya setau gw kn penyu betelur itu gali lobang di pasir trus naro telurnya kn? tapi disono pasir"nya kn diinjek"in org &lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;*yg nerobos itu ada puluhan orgnya*&lt;/span&gt; uda gitu namanya mlm ya kn gelap bawa senter gw aja ampe pegangan sama ayu trus kita didorong ma org" huhh penyunya gedeeee bgt trus cuma 1 yg gw bingung lagi kok penyunya gak takut dikerubutin orang"? hahaha ckck trus kita balik nah untungnya pas kita pulang mobilnya ada banyak jadinya uda gak serem lagi deh :D pas nyampe di rumah uda jem 11 an tu tapi pada belom tidur hahaha masi ngobrol" di teras sampe akhirnya kami para anak" &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;*gw, ayu, sama ade gw*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tidur hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahhhh 3 ari kok kayaknya cepet bgt yaa uda waktunya pulang nooooo tadinya kita mau liat waterfall di cikaso cuma kata tmennya nykp gw, hrsnya kn ada 3 air terjun skrg cuma tinggal 1 soalnya kemarau huh :( pagi" kita packing trus jem stgh 11 kita pulang di tengah jln yg kelok" itu gw tidur 2x hahahahahaha gw uda gk mabok lagi yiipee~ trus kita jalan ke pelabuhan ratu buat lunch dgn view pantai hahay! mkn seafood seperti biasa trus ade gw maen pesawat"an sterefoam gitu hahaha trus kita ke org jual"an tapi tak satupun barang yg menarik hati gw HAHAHA lalu kita pulang waktunya tidur lagi~ sampe jem 7 an kita stop di rest area *&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BADAI BADAI!* &lt;/span&gt;kita 'berteduh' di KFC. biasa permohonan ade nah ampe jem 8 an kita nunggu di sono hujannya gk berhenti" ya uda deh kita jalan juga dan ajaibnya gw ada temen sama" takut petir hahahaha ayu  kita sama &lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;*tos*&lt;/span&gt; uda keliatan lagi kilatnya deket lagi ma mobil gw ckck akhirnya jem 9 an nyampe juga di rmh adu gila punggung gw encok ampe kyknya mw patah lebay bgt ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;berakhirlah liburan gw kali ini hihi seneng juga ke &lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;pantai yang masih jernih airnya biru airnya&lt;/span&gt; haha walopun jalannya jauh tapi &lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;worth it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-8267377620808427905?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8267377620808427905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=8267377620808427905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8267377620808427905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8267377620808427905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/09/pantai-ujung-genteng-d-d.html' title='pantai ujung genteng ! :D :D'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SryxXuJaHMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UGVK47cHrkU/s72-c/DSC00493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-2423524019251402042</id><published>2009-09-20T20:29:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:30:20.873+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>tony roma's ♥ + ausi!</title><content type='html'>helloo bloggers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini 20.09.09&lt;br /&gt;gw mkn di &lt;span style="color: #66ffff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tony roma's&lt;/span&gt; trus gw mkn &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;babyback ribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aduh sumpah rasanya &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;maknyosssss!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha sayangnya gw gk foto tu ribs absnya batere hp gw abis aaaaa pdhal gw mkn tu ribs mungkin cuma sekali seumur idup! harganya men! beh! begitu liat tagihannya aja lgsg syok! gileeee gk bkl gw mkn di situ lgi buat mkn ribs yg babyback itu aja gw hrs nabung 2 bulan dulu ckck gw gk bkl mkn di situ kecuali klo ada yg traktir gw hahahahaha &lt;span style="color: #ffcc99; font-size: 85%;"&gt;*ada yg mw traktir gw? haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus kn gw pergi ke situ breng oma, sepupu, om, sama tante :D mereka pada rekomen gw buat studi di luar negeri~ omg! kta mereka inggris gw bagus dan harus dikembangkan &lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: 85%;"&gt;*haha makasii tapi gk kyk gitu juga tante :p*&lt;/span&gt; dan ktanya gw mw dicariin beasiswa buat ke luar hmm klo dipikir skrg c pasti gw ngerasa gw gk bkl bs hidup mandiri sendiri tanpa ortu secara gw tu tergantung ma mereka rasanya aneh aja kalo gk da mereka setiap saat tapi emang kita harus belajar mandiri juga pada akhirnya contoh : sepupu gw aja ampe niat pengen tinggal di melbourne terus gk pengen balik lgi haha gw nebeng di tempat dy aja klo disana hahahhaha &lt;span style="color: #ffcccc; font-size: 85%;"&gt;*yayayayaya ko? :D*&lt;/span&gt; gw juga pngen liat ausi kyk gmana haha jadi ya gw msi mikir" tpi klo gw emg ikut program scholarship itu klo misalnya gw punya cowo di indo trus kuliah gw ke ausi aaaaaa msa ldr? &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;*buset pikirannya jauh bner haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kecuali klo cowo gw ikut sama gw kuliah di ausi jugaa hahahaha ya namanya mimpi haha ya bottom line : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gw ngerasa gw gk sanggup hidup mandiri + sendiri&lt;/span&gt; jadi gimana dong? bingung hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-2423524019251402042?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/2423524019251402042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=2423524019251402042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2423524019251402042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/2423524019251402042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/09/tony-romas-ausi.html' title='tony roma&apos;s ♥ + ausi!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-5074253212197633543</id><published>2009-09-14T16:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:30:31.247+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>meraih mimpi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://21cineplex.com/images/film/film21361.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://21cineplex.com/images/film/film21361.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 321px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 226px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yup ini dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;film 3D pertama buatan &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;INDONESIA&lt;/span&gt; tercinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aih indo makin keren daa hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dana (Gita Gutawa), terpaksa mengikuti tradisi patriarkis di kampungnya dan juga dominasi penguasa tuan tanah yang membebani keluarganya dan seluruh kampung dengan pajak tanah yang keterlaluan. Padahal sebenarnya tuan tanah Pairot, berniat mengusir warga demi membangun perhotelan dan kasino. Perjalanan Dana menjadi sangat unik ketika ia sadar bahwa hanya dengan memenangkan kompetisi beasiswa untuk melanjutakan sekolahnya, ia dapat berjuang melawan ketidakadilan ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ditemani dengan binatang-binatang hutan dan Rai (Patton ‘Idola Cilik’) adiknya, Dana tidak hanya berhasil mendapatkan beasiswa, tetapi mereka juga menemukan rahasia tuan tanah akan identitasnya yang sebenarnya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meraih Mimpi adalah kisah anak perempuan dan keluarganya yang mencintai binatang dan lingkungan dan tak berhenti bermimpi dan berjuang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: 130%;"&gt;looking forward to watch it :D&lt;/span&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/1360148793138536353-5074253212197633543?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5074253212197633543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=5074253212197633543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5074253212197633543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5074253212197633543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/09/meraih-mimpi.html' title='meraih mimpi'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-3871481992742429093</id><published>2009-09-10T14:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:30:50.131+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>mid! SH*T!</title><content type='html'>hey blog ud lama gk ktemu&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw ud &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;going crazy&lt;/span&gt; ni gk tau knp hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;selaen crazy gilaa bneran&lt;br /&gt;crazy gilaa krn stress mikirin mid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd bnr" da &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;huhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;mid 3 ari LIBUR mid lgi 3 ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyk gk niat ksi nak liburan&lt;br /&gt;msa libur belajar c&lt;br /&gt;sh*t la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ud gitu pas lebaran mbak pulang jdinya tmbh &lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;emosi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jdi tukang sapu pel nyuci piring siapin makanan nyetrika nyuci beresin kamar nyiremin taneman&lt;br /&gt;buset da byk bner hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trnyata pembantu kerjanya banyak ya jdi salut gw ma tenaganya ahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;wish i can have that energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inilah jadwal mid yg sumpah pngen gw &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;robek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;bakar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt;musnahkan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;senin 14.09.09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid : bi - pkn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+pel : ktk - mat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;*bi - pkn : not so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;**ktk : (y) **mat : zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;selasa, 15.09.09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid : ipa - ktk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+pel : ing - agm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;*ipa : WTF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;**ing : zzz **agm : [=] bebas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;rabu, 16.09.09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid : mat - ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+pel : fis - bio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;*mat - ing : yeah ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;**fis - bio : ZZZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;senin, 28.09.09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid : ips - agm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+pel : fis - bio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;*ips : SH*T! *agm : hihi ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;**fis - bio : AGAIN?! ZZZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;selasa, 29.09.09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid : adm - plkj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+pel : eng-lab - pkn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;*adm - plkj : goodd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;**eng-lab - pkn : zz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;rabu, 30.09.09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid : tik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+pel : tik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;tik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;: yoaaaaaaaaaa [seneng krn ud selesei doang tu mid hahahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-3871481992742429093?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/3871481992742429093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=3871481992742429093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/3871481992742429093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/3871481992742429093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/09/mid-sht.html' title='mid! SH*T!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-4567461162929636662</id><published>2009-09-06T09:03:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:32:37.517+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>advice please</title><content type='html'>my teacher said that every &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; people change. don't care if it's for good or for bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i thought ' hmm.. is that the reason why i feel that he is making a distance between us? '&lt;br /&gt;it's been a week since i talked, chatted, or texted with him&lt;br /&gt;i tried to text him once but he didn't reply&lt;br /&gt;and finally yesterday i just bought a XL number [ ask me ;b ]&lt;br /&gt;and i texted him with my new number and told him it was me&lt;br /&gt;he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; replied with a simple laugh&lt;br /&gt;emm hello? don't you think it's so irritating argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't understand how this boy thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought the number because of him! [ and others ]&lt;br /&gt;it's been a week and i miss him!&lt;br /&gt;i miss his laugh! i miss his jokes!&lt;br /&gt;and he could only said that&lt;br /&gt;hhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i could exploud right now because of my anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is the reason why he hasn't been online for a week?!&lt;br /&gt;studying? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any advice guys? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;* and it turned out his internet was broken haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-4567461162929636662?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4567461162929636662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=4567461162929636662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4567461162929636662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4567461162929636662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/09/advice-please.html' title='advice please'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1089093383572180659</id><published>2009-08-25T19:04:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:36:24.998+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>you belong with me</title><content type='html'>you're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset&lt;br /&gt;she's going off about something that you said&lt;br /&gt;cause she doesn't get your humor like i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the room, it's a typical tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;And she'll never know your story like i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she wears short skirts, i wear t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;she's cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;dreaming about the day when you wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could see that i'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;been here all along, so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;you, you belong with me, you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans&lt;br /&gt;i can't help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;hey, isn't this easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down&lt;br /&gt;you say you're fine, i know you better than that&lt;br /&gt;hey, what ya doing with a girl like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wears high heels, i wear sneakers&lt;br /&gt;she's cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;dreaming about the day when you wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could see that i'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;been here all along, so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;all this time how could you not know?&lt;br /&gt;baby, you belong with me, you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry&lt;br /&gt;and i know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams&lt;br /&gt;think i know where you belong, think i know it's with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you see that i'm the one who understands you?&lt;br /&gt;been here all along, so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;all this time, how could you not know?&lt;br /&gt;baby, you belong with me, you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought just maybe&lt;br /&gt;you belong with me? you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;i think my heart is singing &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you belong with me - taylor swift&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/1360148793138536353-1089093383572180659?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1089093383572180659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1089093383572180659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1089093383572180659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1089093383572180659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-belong-with-me.html' title='you belong with me'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6215497589399170402</id><published>2009-08-23T14:43:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:33:59.577+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>gogirl! writing competition</title><content type='html'>heyyyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm making a short story for Gogirl!&lt;br /&gt;here's the sinopsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita ini tentang seorang gadis berusia 17 tahun. Ia bersekolah di SMA Bangsa dan menjadi ketua OSIS. Namanya Shinta. Semua orang mengira kehidupannya sempurna. Keluarga yang mapan, teman-teman yang baik, kekasih yang perhatian dan menyayanginya. Tapi yang semua orang tak tahu adalah kehidupannya tidak sesempurna seperti yang mereka pikirkan. Banyak kejadian yang kadang membuat Shinta kesal ataupun sedih. Hingga akhirnya ia menemukan suatu cara untuk mengubah hidupnya menjadi bahagia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made stories a lot but i didn't finish all of them&lt;br /&gt;i only do things if i have the mood to do it haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;the prize, the terms and conditions {details} :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gogirl! July 2009&lt;/span&gt; w/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma Watson&lt;/span&gt; as its cover x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5020_97204972748_65041272748_2106537_8376816_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5020_97204972748_65041272748_2106537_8376816_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 604px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 456px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6215497589399170402?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6215497589399170402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6215497589399170402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6215497589399170402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6215497589399170402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/gogirl-writing-competition.html' title='gogirl! writing competition'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-7349911032277332731</id><published>2009-08-21T12:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:31:50.925+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>juicy red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.looklet.com/static/looks/2009/08/21/07/4ea03108-010e-476d-8f03-8c59fa78a401.jpg?1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 600px;" src="http://cdn.looklet.com/static/looks/2009/08/21/07/4ea03108-010e-476d-8f03-8c59fa78a401.jpg?1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dress!&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/1360148793138536353-7349911032277332731?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7349911032277332731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=7349911032277332731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7349911032277332731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7349911032277332731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-red-dress.html' title='juicy red'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-473893558295538446</id><published>2009-08-21T12:00:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:36:14.154+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>singalongsong (:</title><content type='html'>i wrote this song. it's not too long cause i've been thinking 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this song. maybe i'm wrong to be caught up about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;well i don't know what you think 'bout me&lt;/span&gt;. maybe you think nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;but maybe you could just lie to me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we could be in love you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reff :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's a singalong song that's not too long&lt;br /&gt;it's when i think about you that i hear songs&lt;br /&gt;and you can singalong maybe if you want to&lt;br /&gt;cause baby i wrote this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wrote this for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this song. it's not too long cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm the one who loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this song. this can't be wrong, &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't wanna smile without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just want to make you happy&lt;/span&gt;, but maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you want nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how i wish that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're meant to be forever and a day with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in everyway &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you mean more to me than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;boy i'll do my best to show these words are true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you'd like to make a song and be a perfect harmony with me&lt;br /&gt;oh i'd find the greatest words to sing so we could write our own romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause baby i wrote this, i wrote this for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663366;"&gt;wish i could say that i made this song by myself&lt;br /&gt;but the song is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khalil Fong - Singalongsong [english]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's a really nice song :]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-473893558295538446?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/473893558295538446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=473893558295538446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/473893558295538446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/473893558295538446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/singalongsong.html' title='singalongsong (:'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-7365848269698391319</id><published>2009-08-19T15:54:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:36:55.928+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>independence day [ part 2 : the ceremony ] \\ curhat colongan ;b</title><content type='html'>okey it was 17.08.09&lt;br /&gt;my school held a ceremony to honour our heroes who made Indonesia independent!&lt;br /&gt;the ceremony started at 07.00&lt;br /&gt;there were elementary school, jhs, shs students and there were kindergarden's marching band and elementary school's marching band&lt;br /&gt;since i woke up late, i didn't eat breakfast so i was starving and dizzy during the ceremony&lt;br /&gt;fortunately i got the strength to stay &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'alive' &lt;/span&gt;during the ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and since 2 days ago from that day&lt;br /&gt;i got a fight &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*you remember it, right grace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it made my heart sick like &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends told me that i had to forget about him&lt;br /&gt;but until now&lt;br /&gt;i'm still confused&lt;br /&gt;i didn't expect him to be rude like that&lt;br /&gt;it's so weird of him&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do or what to think about that time&lt;br /&gt;and i have to keep telling myself &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'JUST MOVE ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think about him&lt;br /&gt;keep myself busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;it's just hard to lose someone like him :'(&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/1360148793138536353-7365848269698391319?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7365848269698391319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=7365848269698391319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7365848269698391319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7365848269698391319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/independence-day-part-2-ceremony.html' title='independence day [ part 2 : the ceremony ] \\ curhat colongan ;b'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1037662466404402900</id><published>2009-08-19T15:12:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:37:15.363+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>can you help me - usher</title><content type='html'>living on the edge, out of control, and the world just won't let me slow down,&lt;br /&gt;but in my biggest picture, was a photo of you and me&lt;br /&gt;girl &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;(boy)&lt;/span&gt; you know i tried, i work hard to provide all that material things that i thought would make you happy&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused can you make me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;, cause &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i try to give u the best of me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i thought we were cool, maybe i was blind, but never took time to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me? &lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me what you want from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me why you wanna leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby help me, without you my whole world is falling apart and i'm going crazy,&lt;br /&gt;life is a prison when you're in love &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh girl &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i love you,&lt;br /&gt;[i need u to come back home]&lt;br /&gt;you know, &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't wanna be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;(boy)&lt;/span&gt; i put your love up on a shelf, and i guess i just left it to die,&lt;br /&gt;and now we're not together cause, &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hurt you too many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and now &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;you're not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i wish for every moment of time that got wasted, we used it to make sweet love,&lt;br /&gt;baby be my guide, please take my hand, want you to know that &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;i got ya if you need it&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be on the outside, lookin in, i gotta have you girl &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;(boy)&lt;/span&gt; can't you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me what you want from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me why you wanna leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby help me, cause without you my whole world is falling apart,&lt;br /&gt;and without you i think i'll go crazy,&lt;br /&gt;life is a prison when you're in love &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh girl &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;(boy)&lt;/span&gt;  i love you), need you to come back home,&lt;br /&gt;(you know &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i need you&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't want to be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;please stay don't go, give me another chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wanna be your man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;(girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;(boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; you got me down here on my knees cry, beg and plead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i' ll do anything for your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;would you help me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me what you want from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will u help me?  i don't understand girl &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;(boy)&lt;/span&gt; i'm just a man &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;(girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[help me]&lt;br /&gt;can you help me? without you my whole world is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;and without you girl &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;(boy)&lt;/span&gt; i'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;life is a prison &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;without your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u help me? tell me why, why, why, why, why, why&lt;br /&gt;can u help me? girl &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;(boy)&lt;/span&gt; i'm here this time because you're all i got&lt;br /&gt;can u help me? &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;help me understand why i can't be your man &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;(girl) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;crazy, crazy, crazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song in my heart : &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;can you help me - usher&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/1360148793138536353-1037662466404402900?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1037662466404402900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1037662466404402900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1037662466404402900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1037662466404402900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-you-help-me-usher.html' title='can you help me - usher'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-4220863369774772620</id><published>2009-08-17T09:57:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:43:10.628+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>bogor! yipee~</title><content type='html'>heyhey :]&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went with my mom-dad and little brother to bogor.&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome! at the rest area on the highway, i bought some shorts.&lt;br /&gt;and then we continued our journey *lol* to bogor.&lt;br /&gt;we drove to katulampa which is a dam.&lt;br /&gt;there was an outbound area but it was too wet there and since we didn't bring any clothes,we went to another outbound area but this time it was larger and there were many games and guess what there were shoe and bags shops yeah!&lt;br /&gt;my little brother and i played water ball which is a game where we're in a ball [ like a hamster ball ] and then the ball is pushed into the water so we can walk in the water.&lt;br /&gt;but since the water seems so hard, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my wound sting again&lt;/span&gt;! ouch!&lt;br /&gt;then my mom and i checked out the shops but there was nothing that's good :(&lt;br /&gt;after we bought some crackers and milk, we went home but on the way home we went to stasiun tas! &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i found this cute cow bag&lt;/span&gt; kyaa! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went home. we arrived home at 8.42 pm.&lt;br /&gt;it was a rough day&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. so i go straight to bed :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-4220863369774772620?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4220863369774772620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=4220863369774772620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4220863369774772620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4220863369774772620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/bogor-yipee.html' title='bogor! yipee~'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1618053963848332277</id><published>2009-08-16T10:05:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:43:30.464+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>over it - katherine mcphee</title><content type='html'>i'm over your lies and i'm over your games&lt;br /&gt;i'm over you asking me when you know i'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;you call me at night and i pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;and though you be tellin' me, i know you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh and that's why&lt;br /&gt;your eyes... i'm over it&lt;br /&gt;your smile... i'm over it&lt;br /&gt;realized... i'm over it, i'm over it, i'm over&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;reff :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for wanting you to be wanting me&lt;br /&gt;no that ain't no way to be&lt;br /&gt;how i feel , read my lips&lt;br /&gt;because i'm so over...&lt;br /&gt;( i'm sorry )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on , it's my time&lt;br /&gt;you never were a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;hurt at first a little bit&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm so over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm so over it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm over your hands and i'm over your mouth&lt;br /&gt;trying to drag me down and fill me with self doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and that's why&lt;br /&gt;your world, i'm over it&lt;br /&gt;so sure, i'm over it&lt;br /&gt;i'm not your girl, i'm over it&lt;br /&gt;i'm over it, i'm over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so over it&lt;br /&gt;i'm so over Iit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh--oh--oh--oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't call , don't come by&lt;br /&gt;ain't no use don't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;you'll never change&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no more cryin' in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh--oh--oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;oh--oh&lt;br /&gt;i'm over It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so over it&lt;br /&gt;i'm so over it&lt;br /&gt;i'm over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;i'm just singing my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; now and the song is &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;over it - katherine mcphee&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/1360148793138536353-1618053963848332277?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1618053963848332277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1618053963848332277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1618053963848332277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1618053963848332277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/over-it-katherine-mcphee.html' title='over it - katherine mcphee'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6205640727405504241</id><published>2009-08-15T11:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:05:20.224+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>it's business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.looklet.com/static/looks/2009/08/15/06/f193100a-091e-4a99-af99-965b5482e263.jpg?1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 600px;" src="http://cdn.looklet.com/static/looks/2009/08/15/06/f193100a-091e-4a99-af99-965b5482e263.jpg?1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://looklet.com/item/458"&gt;Necklace by Minimarket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/item/512"&gt;Handbag by Sandqvist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/item/799"&gt;Ring by H&amp;amp;M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/item/1007"&gt;Blouse by Coast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/item/1066"&gt;Top by French Connection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/item/1073"&gt;Bracelet by Hermès&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/item/1941"&gt;Tights by Camilla Norrback&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://looklet.com/item/1938"&gt;Wedges by Marc by Marc Jabobs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1360148793138536353-6205640727405504241?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6205640727405504241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6205640727405504241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6205640727405504241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6205640727405504241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-business.html' title='it&apos;s business'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-8381086960430822194</id><published>2009-08-15T09:33:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:43:51.495+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>independence day [ part 1 : the competition ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i was supposed to write this yesterday but since my big brother used the computer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all day&lt;/span&gt;! i have to write it today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.08.09&lt;br /&gt;we had to wear our sport uniform. the good news is we could wear sport shoes [don't have to be black] yiipee~&lt;br /&gt;i brought my handphone that day because i taught we could take some pictures for that special day but instead my teachers told us that we had to give them our handphones so that it wouldn't get lost so i gave them my handphone and unfortunately we had to make a statement letter *surat pernyataan* that said we won't bring our handphone to school ever again ckckck&lt;br /&gt;to make things worse, i fell and hit an iron bar *omg!* it hurts like HELL [ until now ] and bleeded.&lt;br /&gt;my friends brought me to the school's clinic and took care of my wound. i cried like a baby because the medicine made my wound sting! and then my friend said that i had to lay down for a while but i don't want to because i couldn't wait there and be quiet like a fool. so i took my bag and walked to the field to watch the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the list of the competition:&lt;br /&gt;*abang none {finding the most talented boy and girl from the school }&lt;br /&gt;*puisi {poetry} &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;= i lost but it's okay :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*masak {cooking} &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;= when they were helding this competition, i fell because i ran around trying to test all the food lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lipsing &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;= the funniest competition but i couldn't see it because i had to help my friends in the cooking competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tarik tambang {tug of war} &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;= it made a sandstorm wakakak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*makan kerupuk {eat crackers} &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;= my class won yeay~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*futdas {play ball w/ pj-s} &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;= it's really funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sliding ball {slide ball to the finish line using a half cut pipe} &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;= i didn't see it but i think my class won! [again] wkwk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a lot of competition for one day&lt;br /&gt;and i got a lot of injuries ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* both knees are wounded *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my shoulder is killing me! *&lt;br /&gt;* i got a scar on my hand *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SoYlTPPANAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jpjnNhtfGVo/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370020618123097090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SoYlTPPANAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jpjnNhtfGVo/s320/DSC00162.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 168px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 191px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;it looked like i was bit by something -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh yeah i got my handphone back when the competition finished. there was a line just to get their handphones back ckckckck our teachers reaaly got a bag of phones lol there were many BB's too ;b w/ all sorts of colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got home and sleep..sleep..sleep..&lt;br /&gt;hope my injuries get better :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-8381086960430822194?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8381086960430822194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=8381086960430822194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8381086960430822194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8381086960430822194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/independence-day-part-1-competition.html' title='independence day [ part 1 : the competition ]'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/SoYlTPPANAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jpjnNhtfGVo/s72-c/DSC00162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-44081249277871565</id><published>2009-08-13T19:05:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:44:18.221+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>modern tribal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdn.looklet.com/static/looks/2009/08/13/13/46610db0-f43a-43c2-ab36-b694d3160b19.jpg?1" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://cdn.looklet.com/static/looks/2009/08/13/13/46610db0-f43a-43c2-ab36-b694d3160b19.jpg?1" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 600px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 490px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered an article in Gogirl! about tribal patterns.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was cute :]&lt;br /&gt;that's why i made this set. hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;hope you like it , bloggers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/GABRIE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/GABRIE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-44081249277871565?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/44081249277871565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=44081249277871565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/44081249277871565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/44081249277871565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/modern-tribal.html' title='modern tribal'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-978291902714548730</id><published>2009-08-13T18:06:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:44:46.720+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>another stupid mistake</title><content type='html'>how can i be so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;always make everybody angry&lt;br /&gt;especially "nyolot" with my friend&lt;br /&gt;"nyolot" means that you deliberately offend people's feelings&lt;br /&gt;i did it because i'm sick of him talking about something to me&lt;br /&gt;i should have told him the truth that i don't like him talking about it&lt;br /&gt;rather than being "nyolot" to him&lt;br /&gt;i'm so mean by doing that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he reads this, i just want to say &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm really sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i didn't mean to make you angry. to offend your feelings :'( &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;pleaseee forgive me&lt;/span&gt; i've made a mistake and i'm terribly sorry for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe it's too late to apologize now but i just hope you'll forgive me pleasee i'm really sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i really love spending time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you make me feel good when i'm sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;can we still be friends? pleasee :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-978291902714548730?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/978291902714548730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=978291902714548730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/978291902714548730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/978291902714548730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-stupid-mistake.html' title='another stupid mistake'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6962469912644697786</id><published>2009-08-12T18:04:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:45:44.432+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>looklet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdn.looklet.com/static/looks/2009/08/12/12/bc02ddbe-0717-45b0-9576-c2f2264418bc.jpg?1" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://cdn.looklet.com/static/looks/2009/08/12/12/bc02ddbe-0717-45b0-9576-c2f2264418bc.jpg?1" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 600px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 490px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hey bloggers :]&lt;br /&gt;i just played looklet and look. here's my first look.&lt;br /&gt;what do you guys think? hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really loved the fact that we got to choose our models and backgrounds and everything.&lt;br /&gt;it made us feel like we were having a photoshoot and we were the fashion editor. lol.&lt;br /&gt;so much fun~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://looklet.com/item/639"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://looklet.com/item/2492"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6962469912644697786?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6962469912644697786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6962469912644697786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6962469912644697786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6962469912644697786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/looklet.html' title='looklet'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-5932731639587415498</id><published>2009-08-12T16:08:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:45:16.334+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>polyvore</title><content type='html'>since i saw that my friend was still playing polyvore, so i decide i should start playing it [again].&lt;br /&gt;i think i haven't played polyvore for maybe 3 months. &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;wow that's a lot of time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished this new set. i called it &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; since i don't know what i should do with my first comeback set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/random/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=11205123"&gt;&lt;img alt="random" border="0" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmZvMGxtaDJIM2hHbTNNelNIRTU1VEEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="random" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/random/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=11205123"&gt;random&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=748794"&gt;gabrielaagraciaa&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/juicy_couture_bags/shop?brand=Juicy+Couture&amp;amp;category_id=35"&gt;Juicy Couture bags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's good or bad but i think it's quite nice actually :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polyvore : gabrielaagraciaa http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=748794&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a polyvore account, please add me thanks before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polyvore is a website where you can make your own designs of sets consist of clothes, bags, accessories, etc. it's a great place for fashion lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin-in-law made an account in looklet. i want to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;see you next time bloggers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-5932731639587415498?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5932731639587415498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=5932731639587415498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5932731639587415498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5932731639587415498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/polyvore.html' title='polyvore'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-8971571452425622772</id><published>2009-08-10T16:54:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:46:26.138+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>if i were a boy</title><content type='html'>if i were a boy, what would i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;annoy girls!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[seriously why do boys love to do that]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stay for a night at a friend's home &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[girls can't do that]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;go anywhere by myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go home late without parents asking why&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;tahan ditonjok!&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;help my dad with the mechanic stuff he needs to repair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play till drop! ;p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;know what my brothers are thinking [as a boy]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learn how to treat girls right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have fun when watching soccer tournament! GOAL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pake baju acakadul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be silly all the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all what i can think of now..&lt;br /&gt;if i found something else, i will gladly add that to this list ;] teehee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-8971571452425622772?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8971571452425622772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=8971571452425622772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8971571452425622772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8971571452425622772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-were-boy.html' title='if i were a boy'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-7640524134784031490</id><published>2009-08-09T18:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:46:54.514+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>RAWR!</title><content type='html'>gilaa sakit bgt kaki gw&lt;br /&gt;abis ditabrak skateboard ade&lt;br /&gt;rasanya tulangnya kegeser gitu&lt;br /&gt;jadi klo dipegang lgsg nyeri&lt;br /&gt;gilaaa gw nangis bo! [ tmben ]&lt;br /&gt;gra" ade gw huhhhh&lt;br /&gt;gw gmpr tu anak ampe merah bru tau rasaa&lt;br /&gt;grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada yg mw pijitin gk?&lt;br /&gt;ntar dibayar kok wkwk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-7640524134784031490?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7640524134784031490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=7640524134784031490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7640524134784031490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7640524134784031490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/rawr.html' title='RAWR!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6089594949717501629</id><published>2009-08-07T17:24:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:47:11.510+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>ehem.</title><content type='html'>Your jokes brighten my day but sometimes I wonder. If you are joking all the time, how do I know if you meant everything that you said to me? I believe you, I know that but still I’m not certain. My fears of being hurt again really makes my heart ache because you’re just like that jerk ( I already told you, right? ). The way you make me laugh by your silly acts really reminds me of that jerk. I’m starting to feel confused. You don’t even call me my special name anymore. I don’t know why but for me it felt like you’re starting to go apart from me. You once said “Without you, it’s lonely here.” Do you mean it? I don’t know. I’m already a broken porcelain doll. If I get hurt again, I think I will be a destroyed porcelain doll. I won’t force my feelings to you but please just accept it and don’t walk away. Fyi, you are the first boy that I told about my ‘problems’. Don’t you see how special you are for me? I know you don’t feel the same way that I do ( maybe? ) because now you seem hard to reach. I don’t want you to remember me because you got a new rank or a new achievement in your game, but I want you to remember me for who I am, not what I play. I just hope you realize that. I really hope you do. I’m not perfect I tell you that. I’m perfectly imperfect ( you told me that ). You’re different, boy ( different in a good way ) so please stay by my side. Make my days brighter. Please stay by my side as a friend or ( I hope ) a boyfriend but I don’t care about that. It doesn’t matter to me if you think of me as just a friend just please stay by my side. I know that I’m selfish. Just please consider this if you want to walk away from my life. I tell you right now even if you did walk away from my life, I won’t forget you. For me, as long as you are happy, I’m happy too. And that’s my opinion of love. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6089594949717501629?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6089594949717501629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6089594949717501629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6089594949717501629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6089594949717501629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/ehem.html' title='ehem.'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-384666278940173594</id><published>2009-08-07T09:50:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:52:04.561+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>lucky :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;do you hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;i'm talking to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;across the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;across the deep blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;under the open sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;oh my, baby i'm trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;boy i hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;you're in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;i feel your whisper across the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-style: italic;"&gt;i keep you with me in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lucky i'm in love with my best friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; lucky to have been where i have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; lucky to be coming home again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;they don't know how long it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; waiting for a love like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; every time we say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;  iwish we had one more kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll wait for you, i promise you i will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;lucky i'm in love with my best friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; lucky to have been where i have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; lucky to be coming home again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lucky we're in love in every way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; lucky to have stayed where we have stayed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; lucky to be coming home someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;and so i'm sailing through the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt; to an island where we'll meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt; you'll hear the music fill the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt; i'll put a flower in your hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff99ff; text-align: right;"&gt;though the breezes through the trees&lt;br /&gt;move so pretty, &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-style: italic;"&gt;you're all i see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the world keeps spinning round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc66cc; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt; you hold me right here right now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;lucky i'm in love with my best friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; lucky to have been where i have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; lucky to be coming home again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lucky we're in love in every way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; lucky to have stayed where we have stayed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; lucky to be coming home someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-384666278940173594?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/384666278940173594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=384666278940173594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/384666278940173594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/384666278940173594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucky.html' title='lucky :]'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6317112422669752946</id><published>2009-08-06T14:49:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:38:47.112+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>boys.. boys..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;1. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;neat and presentable&lt;/span&gt; girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; flirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;forget you afterwards&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means &lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt;you're not thinking the way he is&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;Are you doing something?&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Have you eaten already?&lt;/span&gt;" are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;7. When a guy really likes you, he'll &lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;disregard&lt;/span&gt; all your bad characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;8. Guys go crazy over a girl's &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;9. Guys will do &lt;span style="color: #ffcc66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; just to get the girl's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;10. Guys hate it when you talk about your &lt;span style="color: #663366;"&gt;ex-boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;11. When guys want to meet your parents. &lt;span style="color: #ffcc99; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can't. And they sure have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is &lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;13. &lt;span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys cry!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;14. Don't &lt;span style="color: #6633ff;"&gt;provoke&lt;/span&gt; the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;15. Guys can &lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; dream and hope too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has &lt;span style="color: #66ff99; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dumped&lt;/span&gt; them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;17. When you touch a guy's heart, there's &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;18. Giving a guy a hanging message like "&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;You know what?!..uh...never mind!&lt;/span&gt;" would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;19. Guys go crazy when &lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;girls touch their hands&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they &lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;21. When a guy makes a prolonged "umm" or makes any excuses when you're asking him to do you a favor, he's actually saying that he &lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like you and he can't lay down the card for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;22. When a girl says "&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;", a guy hears it as "&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;try again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;23. You have to tell a guy what &lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;you really want&lt;/span&gt; before he gets the message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;24. Guys &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; gays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;25. Guys love their &lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;moms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;26. A guy would sacrifice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his money for lunch&lt;/span&gt; just to get you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a couple of roses&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;27. A guy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;often thinks about the girl who likes him&lt;/span&gt;. But this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't mean that the guy likes her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;28. You can never understand him unless you &lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt; to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;29. &lt;span style="color: #9999ff;"&gt;If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;. He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;30. &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beware&lt;/span&gt;. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;31. Like Eve, girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;2. Guys are very &lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;open&lt;/span&gt; about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; 33. It's good to test a guy first before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you believe him&lt;/span&gt;. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't let him wait that long&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;34. No guy is bad when he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;courting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;35. Guys &lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;36. Guys really admire &lt;span style="color: #999900; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;girls that they like even if they're not that much pretty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;37. &lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. &lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;You don't need to give advice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is &lt;span style="color: #330099; font-style: italic;"&gt;when he teases you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;40. A guy finds ways to &lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;keep you off from linking with someone else&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;41. Guys love &lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;girls with brains&lt;/span&gt; more than girls in miniskirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;42. &lt;span style="color: #66ffff; font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;43. Guys virtually brag about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;44. Guys &lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt;cannot keep secrets that girls tell them&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #ffcc66; font-size: 100%;"&gt;(oh nooooo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;45. Guys think &lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;46. Guys' fantasies are &lt;span style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;unlimited&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;47. Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but &lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;her weight does&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;48. Guys tend to get serious with their &lt;a class="kLink" href="http://www.trap17.com/index.php/99-Facts-Guys33_t36949.html#" id="KonaLink0" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" target="undefined"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009600; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Calibri, Tahoma, Trebuchet, sans-serif, MS, Georgia, Courier, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12.8px; font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: #009600; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Calibri, Tahoma, Trebuchet, sans-serif, MS, Georgia, Courier, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12.8px; font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to &lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;let go of that girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;50. It's &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;not easy&lt;/span&gt; for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they've been together for 3 years or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting involved with that guy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he won't be matured and grow up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves &lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;a lot more&lt;/span&gt; than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;54. &lt;span style="color: #996633; font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;55. Guys are &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;tigers in their peer groups&lt;/span&gt; but become &lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;tamed pussycats with their girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he's sweating. You'll probably see that &lt;span style="color: #666666; font-style: italic;"&gt;he is nervous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;57. When a guy says &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;he is going crazy about the girl&lt;/span&gt;. He really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Please come and listen to me.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;59. Guys don't really have &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;final decisions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;60. &lt;span style="color: #996633; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, &lt;span style="color: #cc66cc;"&gt;listen to him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;say something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;63. Guys believe that there's no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is &lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;64. Guys like&lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt; femininity&lt;/span&gt; not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;65. Guys don't like girls &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;who punch harder&lt;/span&gt; than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;66. A guy &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;67. A guy would waste his time over &lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;video games and basketball&lt;/span&gt;, the way a girl would do over &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;her romance novels and make-ups&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;68. Guys love girls who can &lt;span style="color: #cc66cc;"&gt;cook or bake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;69. Guys like &lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;girls who are like their moms&lt;/span&gt;. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;70. A guy has&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt; more problems&lt;/span&gt; than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;71. &lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;A guy's friend&lt;/span&gt; knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;72. Don't be a &lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;snob&lt;/span&gt;. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;73. Don't be &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;biased&lt;/span&gt;. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you'll be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more repelling&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attracting&lt;/span&gt; guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;75. Guys are &lt;span style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;more talkative&lt;/span&gt; than girls are especially when &lt;span style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;the topic is about girls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;76. Guys don't comprehend the statement "&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;Get lost&lt;/span&gt;" too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;77. Guys really think that girls are &lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt;strange and have unpredictable decisions&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: #666600;"&gt;still love them more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;78. When a guy gives a &lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;crooked or pretentious grin&lt;/span&gt; at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;79. Guys &lt;span style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;don't care&lt;/span&gt; about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;80. Guys &lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;tend to generalize&lt;/span&gt; about girls but once they get to know them, they'll realize they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;81. Any guy can handle his problems all by &lt;span style="color: #66ff99;"&gt;his own&lt;/span&gt;. He's just too stubborn to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;82. Guys find it so &lt;span style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;objectionable&lt;/span&gt; when a girl swears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;83. Guys' weakest point is at the &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;knee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;84. When a problem arises, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is not good at fixing things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;86. When a guy looks at you, either &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's amazed of you or he's criticizing you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance, &lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;give it to him&lt;/span&gt;. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ignore him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;88. &lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If a guy lets you go, he really loves you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;89. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at you and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you're with your boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;, all I can say is &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;90. Guys learn from &lt;span style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;91. &lt;span style="color: #ffccff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first &lt;span style="color: #009900; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;93. When a guy says he can't sleep if he doesn't hear your voice even just for one night, &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;hang up&lt;/span&gt;. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;makes fun of you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;94. You can truly say that &lt;span style="color: #996633;"&gt;a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from &lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;a girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;96. &lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;Girls are allowed to touch boys' things&lt;/span&gt;. Not their hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;97. If a guy says you're beautiful, &lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;that guy likes you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;98. Guys hate girls who &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;overreact&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;99. Guys love you more than you love them if &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;they are serious in your relationships&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/1360148793138536353-6317112422669752946?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6317112422669752946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6317112422669752946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6317112422669752946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6317112422669752946'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;tugas yg numpuk&lt;br /&gt;ulangan yg sulit&lt;br /&gt;masalah cinta masalah temen masalah keluarga&lt;br /&gt;banyak banget alasan yg kita bisa sebut di sini ttg hidup kita yg sulit&lt;br /&gt;tpi apa lu gk prna tau ada org yg kehidupannya lebih sulit dr kita?&lt;br /&gt;org yg bahkan dlm seari aja gk bs mkn&lt;br /&gt;anak yg gk bs sklh krn ortunya gk mampu biayain&lt;br /&gt;ok mungkin gw juga sring ngeluh hidup itu sulit&lt;br /&gt;tapi walopun kyk gitu gw tetep pngen buat hidup org laen jdi lebi bae&lt;br /&gt;gw gk pduli mw hidup gw sulit&lt;br /&gt;y biarin aja krn keadaan emg kyk gitu tpi gw percaya GOD pasti bkl bntu gw ngelewatin itu&lt;br /&gt;jdi gw pngen bgt berenti dri kebiasaan gw yg sring ngeluh&lt;br /&gt;yg bsnya cuma ngomel&lt;br /&gt;gw pngen bntu org yg hidupnya lebih susah dr gw&lt;br /&gt;gw hrs berusaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*life is hard, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;homeworks&lt;br /&gt;tests&lt;br /&gt;love problems&lt;br /&gt;problems with your friends&lt;br /&gt;family problems&lt;br /&gt;there are many reasons why we say that our lifes are hard&lt;br /&gt;but do you ever know about people whose life is harder then yours?&lt;br /&gt;people that don't even eat in a day&lt;br /&gt;kids who can't study at school because their parents can't afford it&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i often complain about my hard life&lt;br /&gt;but eventhough i often do that i want other people's lifes to be better&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if my life is hard&lt;br /&gt;just let it be hard but i know GOD will help me get through it&lt;br /&gt;so i want to quit from my complaining habit&lt;br /&gt;that i can only be angry at everybody&lt;br /&gt;i want to help people whose lifes are harder than mine&lt;br /&gt;i have to try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-4100161258835740313?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1065937321673489591</id><published>2009-07-18T07:53:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:53:43.291+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>i miss u 8a :( :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;kita gk bakal tau btapa kita keilangan seseorg sblm tu org ilang dri idup kita..&lt;br /&gt;ni bner bgt man!&lt;br /&gt;gw kngen bgt ma kls 8a :(&lt;br /&gt;gw kngen ma keributannya [kls gw skrg gk seribut dulu :( ]&lt;br /&gt;gw kngen ma org2nya [ cowo maupun cewe ]&lt;br /&gt;gw kngen ma ejekan2nya [ weis~ jdi rame bgt klo kyk gitu ]&lt;br /&gt;pas manda nyirem minyak telon ke choky&lt;br /&gt;pas aaron isengnya minta ampun &amp;gt;&amp;lt; [ laen kli injek kakinya lisa lgi! ;p ] pas tepen jdi joe sandy gadungan [ tu anak ma srius amet bljr sulapnya ~.~ ] pas pel agm ribut ampe tu kls kyk pasar di kapal pecah [?] kegokilan fenia ma fika keisengan grace tertawa skls gw kngen smua itu! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw pngen kls kita tetep jdi&lt;br /&gt;aaron - adhika - amanda - grace - marza - andrian [ini mah siuh~ gw kgk trima] - arnold - ceel - dayu - fenia - gaby - jea - lauren - lisa - steffi - tasya - priscil - ramzi - reinardo - sean - sekar- tepen - taufi - fika - vero - victor - vinlie - michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ampe kgnnya gw afal tu :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huaa i miss u guys so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1065937321673489591?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1065937321673489591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1065937321673489591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1065937321673489591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1065937321673489591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-u-8a.html' title='i miss u 8a :( :('/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6182517552239027995</id><published>2009-07-06T11:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:54:00.906+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><title type='text'>plurk all the way!</title><content type='html'>hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;ud lama juga ya gw gk ngeblog.. haha&lt;br /&gt;maklum blm da inspirasi :9&lt;br /&gt;nah, gw ktemu plurk&lt;br /&gt;website kyk twitter gitu cuma kyknya lebih gampang aja&lt;br /&gt;ya di situ kita cuma nulis2 status, kesukaan kita, &amp;amp; blablabla&lt;br /&gt;trus org laen tanggepin d&lt;br /&gt;tpi ada yg namanya karma&lt;br /&gt;klo ud byk kita bs pke emoticon yg bru trus ada karakter juga&lt;br /&gt;cuma klo kita gk sring buka plurk karma kita bakal dipotong [sadis amet!]&lt;br /&gt;y gw bru bikin 2 ari yg lalu&lt;br /&gt;tmen gw msi dikit bgt &amp;gt;&amp;lt; soalnya plurk msi blm byk yg tau walopun di plurk ini gk da app kyk fs ato fb tpi mayan sru kok bs gnti2 status tiap menit juga blh haha trus kita juga bs share video youtube, link, ato fto gw lgi sneng2nya plurk ni! gk tau juga kpn gw brhenti soalnya gw tipenya bsenan begitu mnurut gw ud gk bs ngap2in lgi [cma bs gitu2 doang] gw psti lgsg stop lakuin tu jdi add skrg ya! mumpung gw blm bsen! :D hahaha  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;- Gabrielaa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6182517552239027995?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6182517552239027995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6182517552239027995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6182517552239027995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6182517552239027995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/07/plurk-all-way.html' title='plurk all the way!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-3808599502140882679</id><published>2009-06-28T20:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:37:58.787+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i'm 14 yrs old now..&lt;br /&gt;wow..&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that i'm grown up&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a little kid who can do nothing without anyone's help&lt;br /&gt;i'm a big girl who can &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(has!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to take care of herself&lt;br /&gt;that's why i have to start grow up!&lt;br /&gt;i know it's hard but i have to do it&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later i have to do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;so why don't do it now?&lt;br /&gt;the sooner the better&lt;br /&gt;that's why i have to do it&lt;br /&gt;and from now on&lt;br /&gt;i have to think, act, say like a big girl..&lt;br /&gt;i know i can if i try it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-3808599502140882679?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/3808599502140882679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=3808599502140882679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/3808599502140882679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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holiday :)</title><content type='html'>yah..&lt;br /&gt;emang liburan gw tak bisa dijelaskan dgn kta2.. &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(bhs gw gitu bgt haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw maen breng ade gw&lt;br /&gt;buka fb&lt;br /&gt;dngerin musik&lt;br /&gt;hangout &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(jarang bgt -.-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y gw gk bs prgi kluar kota lama2&lt;br /&gt;soalnya nyokap gw kn bru gnti krjaan bru bln lalu&lt;br /&gt;jdi gk bs cuti&lt;br /&gt;jdilah 3 anak menderita di rmh &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(gk bs diblng mndrita c tpi y bgitulah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gk da krjaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheh&lt;br /&gt;gw snang bgt lo&lt;br /&gt;critanya kn mobil gw kn mogok pas nyokap gw lgi ke pasar (ampe diderek sgala)&lt;br /&gt;jdinya ngko gw yg nganterin gw&lt;br /&gt;gk sprti biasanya dy ngnterin gw ampe sklh (biasanya gw hrs nyebrang dulu)&lt;br /&gt;thank you koko :3 &lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSTwatch film : garuda di dadaku &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[pel yg bs diambil byk bgt!film indonesia emang mkin mantep!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSThear song : daughtry - over you &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[keren! :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holiday guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N.B. : 7 ari lgi! haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bosan!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;ada yg dtng ke rmh gw dong maen &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;jdi gw gk lonely di rmh..&lt;br /&gt;pa lgi pas smua prgi&lt;br /&gt;home alone da gw..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-4389044483139775852?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/4389044483139775852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=4389044483139775852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4389044483139775852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/4389044483139775852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/06/extraordinary-holiday.html' title='extraordinary holiday :)'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-343914581149604428</id><published>2009-06-19T08:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:55:10.671+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>meraih mimpi</title><content type='html'>gw kn lgi dngerin 98.7 gen fm &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[dngerin ya lgunya enak2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(promosi xp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus diputerin lgunya j-rocks yg meraih mimpi&lt;br /&gt;mmm.. catchy agak ngebeat&lt;br /&gt;iseng2 gw cri liriknya&lt;br /&gt;ternyata artinya bgs bgt lo!&lt;br /&gt;bru tau gw lgu ni jdi tema MTV Staying Alive 2008&lt;br /&gt;hebat kn?&lt;br /&gt;ni liriknya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; height: 0pt; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mari berlari meraih mimpi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;menggapai langit yang tinggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;jalani hari dengan berani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tegaskan suara hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* kuatkan diri dan janganlah kau ragu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;takkan ada yang hentikan langkahmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reff :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya..ya! kita kan terus berlari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya..ya! takkan berhenti di sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya..ya! marilah meraih mimpi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;indah! hingga nafas tlah berhenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ku akan bertahan hadapi rintangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;perlahan-lahan dan menang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;jalani hari dengan berani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tegaskan suara hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;* ,  Reff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak ada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_SPAN" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden" /&gt;yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tak mungkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bila kita yakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pastilah engkau dapati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reff 2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;mantep ni buat ningkatin semangat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;krn emang kita bs meraih mimpi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;krn &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak ada yang tak mungkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;- Gabrielaa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-343914581149604428?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/343914581149604428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=343914581149604428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/343914581149604428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/343914581149604428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/06/meraih-mimpi.html' title='meraih mimpi'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1156189326726806313</id><published>2009-06-13T20:09:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:55:41.784+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>holiday~! XD</title><content type='html'>huahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya libur jugaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;FREEDOM~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pergilah stress~!&lt;br /&gt;never come back~!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya stlh 1 taon belajar&lt;br /&gt;libur lgi&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitu selesei ulum ma krisma&lt;br /&gt;lgsg cabut ke puri&lt;br /&gt;buat rayain ultah marza~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* puri :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally..&lt;br /&gt;gw jln2 juga stlh sekian lama..&lt;br /&gt;dgn ditemani tman2 tersayang X)&lt;br /&gt;kita berkeliaran di puri&lt;br /&gt;mkn di platinum &amp;amp; ntn terminator di XXI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puas.puas.puas~! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walopun liburan ni gw gk bkl kmana2 tpi kyknya gw bkl ttp &lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoy aja&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;menghilangkan stress yg ud ada dri setaon yg lalu&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; bertepatan dgn ultah gw 2 minggu 1 ari lgi (lebay~!)&lt;br /&gt;gw ngidem hp bru yg dijanjikan nyokap&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheh&lt;br /&gt;gw browsing hp dulu ya&lt;br /&gt;cri buruan ;9&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for today&lt;br /&gt;13.06.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- Gabrielaa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1156189326726806313?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1156189326726806313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1156189326726806313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1156189326726806313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1156189326726806313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-xd.html' title='holiday~! XD'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-7424726992959662881</id><published>2009-06-12T13:06:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:55:54.256+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>ulum! &amp; pesan dari gw :)</title><content type='html'>huaaa&lt;br /&gt;minggu yg paling dinanti (&amp;amp; dibenci) dtng juga&lt;br /&gt;yaitu minggu ulum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walopun abis tu libur&lt;br /&gt;tpi minggu tu minggu yg paling menyiksa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dimulai dari senen, 08-06-09&lt;br /&gt;sampe sabtu, 13-06-09&lt;br /&gt;wew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mantepp daa! --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheh&lt;br /&gt;"dd" tercinta ultah&lt;br /&gt;haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy bday spongebob&lt;br /&gt;wish u all the best&lt;br /&gt;wkwkwk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; rncananya ari sabtu bkl dirayain di platinum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheh&lt;br /&gt;jgn ktinggalan juga&lt;br /&gt;vinlie! happy bday! wish u all the best X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;abis ulum&lt;br /&gt;kyknya gk bklan ktemu lgi ma lu2 pd pas liburan&lt;br /&gt;jdi gw pngen blng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;i'm going to miss u guys a lot! because i want to cherish every single moment with u guys! cause we will &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(maybe) &lt;/span&gt;never meet again&lt;/span&gt;. (and we're almost grade 9 &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;ud mw lulus! &lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;i just want to say that i hope for the best for all of us. and i hope u'll miss me too :) thanks for making me laugh everyday and be there when i need u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;-gabriela :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-7424726992959662881?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7424726992959662881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=7424726992959662881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7424726992959662881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7424726992959662881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/06/ulum-pesan-dari-gw.html' title='ulum! &amp; pesan dari gw :)'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-8461188055829384369</id><published>2009-05-27T16:21:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:56:15.421+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>perang!</title><content type='html'>judulnya menyesatkan ya..wakakakak&lt;br /&gt;tpi tnang aja&lt;br /&gt;ini bkn perang sungguhan kok&lt;br /&gt;cum prang ala kls 8a..&lt;br /&gt;yaitu&lt;br /&gt;perang kertas!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gini critanya&lt;br /&gt;rabu 27 mei 2009&lt;br /&gt;pas pel plkj&lt;br /&gt;kn bu romida lgi prgi (ga tau kmana)&lt;br /&gt;trus..gw lupa sapa yg mulai&lt;br /&gt;yg jlas c cowo yg mulai dulu ngelemparin kertas&lt;br /&gt;sampe kna cewe2&lt;br /&gt;terjadilah perang!&lt;br /&gt;tembak! *suara meriam* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys :&lt;br /&gt;- aaron&lt;br /&gt;- arnold&lt;br /&gt;- sean&lt;br /&gt;- steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;girls :&lt;br /&gt;- manda&lt;br /&gt;- jea&lt;br /&gt;- grace&lt;br /&gt;- tasya&lt;br /&gt;- fenia&lt;br /&gt;- vero&lt;br /&gt;- vinlie&lt;br /&gt;- gw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pdhal kita diksi tgs&lt;br /&gt;ckckck&lt;br /&gt;tpi sruu bgt!&lt;br /&gt;kpn2 lgi yuk&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stlh perang itu&lt;br /&gt;kls 8a ud kyk kapal pecah&lt;br /&gt;byk bgt sampahnya!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tpi ya mw gmana lgi klo ud sru ya dilnjutin aja prangnya ;D&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-8461188055829384369?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8461188055829384369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=8461188055829384369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8461188055829384369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8461188055829384369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/05/perang.html' title='perang!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-7171917982867022521</id><published>2009-05-22T16:16:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:56:28.027+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>saturday 23 -05-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*school time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wuih.. cpk bgt gw.. haha.. scara tdi gw sklh.. mlz d.. ampe jam 12 lgi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gw ampir telat lgi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gw kn bangun.. begitu gw liat ud jam 6.15 (klo gk salah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gw lgsg terjun dri tmpat tidur (bneran terjun gw ranjang gw kn diatas ranjang oma gw xp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;trus lgsg lari secepat kilat mandi + mkn + gosok gigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pas gw liat jam lgi ud jam&lt;/span&gt; 6.45 .. ahh!&lt;br /&gt;untung pas gw nyampe msi keburu&lt;br /&gt;fiuh!&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya dgn mlznya gw duduk dgn manis di kursi gw dan bersiap" memulai pel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;seru lo!.. gurunya pd prgi.. wakakak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pas fisika.. gw, fika, grace, fenia, ma marza becanda ud kyk org gila.. pa lgi fika ud gk waras dy.. (just kidding~).. si grace pke keilangan pen lgi.. ud stress kyk paan dy.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;vinlie kn nabok lalet tuh.. trus di pungut ma fika.. (iuww!) aduh pokoknya kacau &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pas tik, fika susulan mat.. hwee :(  jdi sepi d klznya..&lt;br /&gt;ist 1 tmben"nya gw lgi pngen jajan, pas gw mw bli ayam.. beh! ayamnya ud abis.. akhirnya gw bli nudget 2.. aduh! sdikit skli x( pas gw nyampe di klz gw, michelle ternyata bli ayam! dlm ati gw pngennnnn bgt! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; ternyata doa gw terjwb.. dy ksi gw ayamnya (gk smua c tpi byk!).. ahay! snangnya ati gw.. dgn lahap gw mkn tu ayam, tpi ternyata hasilnya FATAL! perut gw sakit! kyk abis ditonjokin org! untung ilang pas gw usapin minyak telon.. klo gk bs gawat itu.. sjak saat itu gw gk pngen jajan lgi, lebih baik mkn masakan oma tercinta yg enak dan ud pasti SEHAT! love u grandma! :D pas latian krisma.. sumpah! gw ud bsennnnn! sangking bosennya gw gmbar" geje gitu dann... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;inilah gambar gw (special thanks 2 fenia! :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/She1TutOoQI/AAAAAAAAABg/QrQwlVeivKM/s1600-h/23052009%28003%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338935233830887682" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/She1TutOoQI/AAAAAAAAABg/QrQwlVeivKM/s320/23052009%28003%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha geje2 XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;any idea, what's this? tell me as soon as u know, kay? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;begitu bel pulang berbunyi dgn merdunya~ dlm ati gw lgsg triak2! yey! FINALLY! plng juga.. wkwkwk :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sayangnya hrs nunggu sopir jmputan gw dulu.. ud kyk setaon tau gk nunggunya (lebay~) wakakak.. ngatau abis ngapain kok bs lama bgt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;akhirnya sampe juga di rmh gw.. haha.. cpknya~ pol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;puri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCELED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pdhal kn mw ngerjain tgs.. tpi gk da laptop +  gk da yg nganter + gk diizinin (ga tau knp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;akhirnya dgn terpaksa hrs di canceled! huaaa x(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maap ya fen, mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; gw gk bs dtng :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sudah dulu ya utk ari ni :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wktnya mkn apel! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 78%;"&gt;- Gabrielaa :)&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/1360148793138536353-7171917982867022521?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/7171917982867022521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=7171917982867022521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7171917982867022521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/7171917982867022521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-23-05-09.html' title='saturday 23 -05-09'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Bnq7AyAcY/She1TutOoQI/AAAAAAAAABg/QrQwlVeivKM/s72-c/23052009%28003%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-3689801243967089315</id><published>2009-04-11T10:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:04:34.693+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>why do i feel that everyone ignores me?&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel that everyone hates me?&lt;br /&gt;why do they do that to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do to be what everyone wants me to be?&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SICK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of following orders&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of people who hates me just because i'm me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people think that i'm bad just because i can't do what they ask me to?&lt;br /&gt;why didn't they realize if they did that they only made me worse?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you perfect?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; making me change&lt;br /&gt;because i &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; who i am&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i don't care&lt;/span&gt; if you love it or hate it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-3689801243967089315?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/3689801243967089315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=3689801243967089315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/3689801243967089315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/3689801243967089315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/04/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-5839282573438558051</id><published>2009-04-10T10:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:04:20.849+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>8a</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do you remember&lt;br /&gt;when we first enter 8a&lt;br /&gt;we gain new friends&lt;br /&gt;and met old friends&lt;br /&gt;how we quickly bond and became a great class&lt;br /&gt;that makes us want to go to school everyday&lt;br /&gt;remember at how much experience we had together&lt;br /&gt;all the good times and the bad times&lt;br /&gt;it's almost one year now that we are together&lt;br /&gt;look at how much time we had spend together&lt;br /&gt;how great our friendship is..&lt;br /&gt;it's almost time to say goodbye now&lt;br /&gt;it's almost time to graduate to grade 9&lt;br /&gt;how much i wanted to spend time with you guys again&lt;br /&gt;but it's too late&lt;br /&gt;there's only one thing that i want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope even if we don't get to be together again&lt;br /&gt;we can always be friends :)&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/1360148793138536353-5839282573438558051?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/5839282573438558051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=5839282573438558051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5839282573438558051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/5839282573438558051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/04/8a.html' title='8a'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-1938805163885448775</id><published>2009-04-08T20:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:04:05.953+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>kepercayaan yang hilang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;bayangin apa yg terjadi jika cowo yg lu suka ternyata ngeduain lu?&lt;br /&gt;behh...&lt;br /&gt;mantepp perasaannya tu&lt;br /&gt;itulah yg dirasain Layla..&lt;br /&gt;Layla suka dgn Ricky&lt;br /&gt;tpi ternyata Ricky yg ngajak Layla jdian ud punya cewe laen..&lt;br /&gt;sejak saat itu&lt;br /&gt;Layla tidak pernah percaya dgn cowo lgi&lt;br /&gt;mnurutnya smua cowo sama dgn Ricky..&lt;br /&gt;hingga dia SMA, dia bertemu dgn Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Daniel menyukai Layla pd pandangan yg pertama&lt;br /&gt;namun Layla tidak menanggapinya krn ia tidak percaya dgn Daniel&lt;br /&gt;ia takut hatinya akan terluka lgi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;bagaimana Daniel akan membujuk Layla untuk mempercayainya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;baca crita gw yaa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-1938805163885448775?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/1938805163885448775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=1938805163885448775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1938805163885448775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/1938805163885448775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/04/kepercayaan-yang-hilang.html' title='kepercayaan yang hilang...'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-9133916607873345009</id><published>2009-04-05T14:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:03:49.728+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>wolfie x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weh&lt;br /&gt;bayangin deh&lt;br /&gt;klo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;serigala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;pke &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dogtag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; trus di dogtagnya ada inisial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;namanya serigala tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di pikiran gw keren bgt lo :)&lt;br /&gt;pa lgi klo serigalanya kyk gini ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asij.ac.jp/elementary/projects/3-s/webgame/milesb/arcticwolf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.asij.ac.jp/elementary/projects/3-s/webgame/milesb/arcticwolf1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;how cool is that ? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;request : yg jago gambar, bikinin dong gambar serigala pke dog tag&lt;br /&gt;thx ya x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-9133916607873345009?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/9133916607873345009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=9133916607873345009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/9133916607873345009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/9133916607873345009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/04/wolfie-x.html' title='wolfie x)'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-6026610977129974654</id><published>2009-04-02T15:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:03:31.562+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>sebel ((( ! )))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gimana ya?&lt;br /&gt;bknnya gw gimana" ya&lt;br /&gt;tpi ade gw... beehhhh!&lt;br /&gt;bner" nyebelin da..&lt;br /&gt;critanya gini&lt;br /&gt;pagi" pas dia ud mandi&lt;br /&gt;mbak bilang ke nyokap klo misnya baju or nya dia ga da&lt;br /&gt;ari tu dia da pel or&lt;br /&gt;bru dia ngomong klo misnya baju or nya dia kyknya keilangan di skul&lt;br /&gt;ktanya pas gurunya ktemu baju or di skul pd wkt tu&lt;br /&gt;gurunya nanya&lt;br /&gt;itu baju sapa?&lt;br /&gt;dia diem aja&lt;br /&gt;y mungkin dia ga tau lah klo tu baju dia&lt;br /&gt;nah trus&lt;br /&gt;kta nyokap c klo ga ktemu ya beli aja&lt;br /&gt;dia ngerengek&lt;br /&gt;dia bilang dia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ga mw sekolah gara" tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anehnya kok diturutin sich?&lt;br /&gt;sebel bgt da!&lt;br /&gt;anak kyk gitu knp &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diizinin&lt;/span&gt; ga skul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;grrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-6026610977129974654?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/6026610977129974654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=6026610977129974654&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6026610977129974654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/6026610977129974654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/04/sebel.html' title='sebel ((( ! )))'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-3694859214877227957</id><published>2009-03-25T10:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:03:16.237+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Hidden Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hei, let me introduce myself. I’m Layla Rainier. I’m a tenth grader in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;High School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;. I live in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I always dreamed since I was just a little girl that I wanted to marry a prince and live happily ever after. Of course, in the real world, there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Coraline;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;s no prince, so I want to marry my dream boy. Someone who will support me, who will love me just for who I am. What I can tell you from my story is that you have to believe that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dreams do come true.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I’m just a normal girl here. I’m not so pretty and I’m not so smart and I’m not so rich either. I’m not too popular too. But everything changed when he came to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Friday morning, when all of us were studying for a math test, came our teacher, Mr. Mike, who told us that there was a new student. He’s tall, atletic, and gorgeous! The most perfect boy I’ve ever seen! When he walked into the class, all the girls, excluding me, were screaming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Hey, y’all! My name is Chris Navolca. I’m from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Hope we can be great friends.” He smiled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I’ll be in my office if you need me, ok? Take a seat and hope you like it in here.” said Mr. Mike, smiling halfheartedly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Yes, sir.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;After Mr. Mike walked out of the class, he sat down at the empty seat next to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Hallo.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Hi.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“What’s your name?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I’m Layla. Nice to meet you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I’m Chris. Nice to meet you too.” He smiled. “Can you help me?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“It depends what you ask for.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I’m new here and..well, I don’t know anything. Can you give me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; tour or something?” His confused face stunned me for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Okay…” I managed to nod my head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Well, see you around.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Okay. See you too.” I smiled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;He rose and went to talk to the boys. Oh my God, I can’t even remember what he said. He’s so handsome! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Hey, Layla!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;I turned around to see Crystal, the most popular girl in the school, shouting at me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“What is it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Crystal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;?” I said, shouting too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Listen to me. You won’t be able to be his girlfriend. You hear me? He’s going to be my boyfriend! So don’t you ever talk to him again!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Who are you to control me? Do you think that because you’re the most popular girl in school makes him love you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Of course.” She said confidently. “ I never met a boy who can resist me! Well, I’m better than you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;normal girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;..” She laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Listen to me, Crystal.” I rose from my seat with a defensive posture. “ At least I’m better than a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;doll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; who likes to waste money!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;She became furious and almost hit me in the face when I realized nothing hit me. Chris had block the punch to protect me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ladies, stop fighting!” He shouted and he sounded very.. protective.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Layla, are you okay?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I’m fine.” I said as I was trying to control my breath.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Hey, Chris. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Crystal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. Nice to meet you. Can I have lunch with you?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Crystal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; said while twisting her hair, despite what she almost done to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Never!” His face became furious. It made me sick for a while. I’m the reason he was acting this way. “I will never hang out with someone who always selfish!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;His words made her shocked. I thought maybe she never been treated like this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“I’m sorry. I was rude. But I really hate it if someone got hurt..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“……... It’s okay.” She managed to say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;After the whole incident, everybody became quiet. Everyone started to chat about the whole fighting scene. Crystal and Chris were nowhere to be seen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Layla!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Chika!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Hei, why do you look so pale? “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“It’s nothing.” I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Come on, Layla! Tell me, please..” She begged.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ok!” I shouted, feeling the need to tell someone the news.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“So, Chris..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Who’s Chris?” She asked, apparently she didn’t hear the news that there was a new student.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“He’s new here. He’s talking to Alex now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Oh my God! He’s gorgeous!” She smiled and excited.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Yes..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ok, so…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“So, Chris is new here. And he wanted me to give him a tour or something to know the school better. Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crystal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; told me that I can’t talk to him because she wants him to be her boyfriend!” I shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Wow.. That girl is really a &lt;i&gt;true&lt;/i&gt; drama queen” she told me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I know.. That’s why when I stood up against her, she almost punched me.. But then..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“What? Tell me!” She was overly excited.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“He blocked the punch for me! He protected me!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“He must really like you..” She sounded sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I know, but I feel bad for making him angry.” I almost cried.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Shhh… Don’t cry, Layla! Come on, it can’t be that bad.” She tried to calm me down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“But it really is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; bad! His face became furious. It’s just I don’t know.. I feel like I’m the one responsible for making him mad.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ok, Layla. Stop it! He saved you. He &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; to do it, ok? I don’t want you to cry all day long just because you feel like everything is your fault.” Her sad face stopped my cry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ok.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“That’s the Layla that I know.” She smiled. “Come on, let’s go get lunch.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Ok. Let’s go!” I smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;When I was at the cafeteria, I saw Chris with Alex and Eric. They waved and I smiled. I ate a cheese burger while I was talking to my friends. They were still dazzled by Chris’s gorgeous face. Who wouldn’t? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;After that day, all of the school were talking about Chris’s heroic act. He became the most popular boy in school (no wonder). He joined the basketball crew and quickly became captain. He was the leader of all the boys in school. It was great. Well, at least he didn’t forget me. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Hey, Layla!” He ran to me when he was on a break from playing basketball with his friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Hey, Chris! What’s up?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“Just training for the competition. It’s on Saturday. Will you come to see me?” His pleading face is so sweet. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ok. I’ll be there.” I smiled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Well, I have to train again. See you.” He smiled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;“See you too.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I was so happy. He asked me to come watch him. It was awesome ! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-align: center; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Coraline;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;s been a month since he came here. And guess what, today is Saturday. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I was going to watch him play in the competition. But.. when I was going to go to the competition, my phone rang. Oh, a message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;Layla,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;I can’t go to the competition. I can’t stand up!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;My legs are hurting me. x(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;I’m sorry, Layla. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;I promise I’ll make it up to you somehow..ok ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;From : Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;I sighed. I was upset, obviously, because I couldn’t watch him play. But he promised to make it up for me, so.. I’m not that too upset. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;It’s fine, Chris. Just remember to keep your promise, ok ? :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;Hope your feet are getting better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;From : Layla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;I will. ;D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;Just wait, ok ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;From : Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;I’ll be waiting. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;From : Layla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;I smiled when I said that. What was he trying to show me ? I was so thrilled! I just have to wait for it, I guess. The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus – Your Guardian Angel started to play. That was my ring tone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Hey, Mom.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Hello, dear. How are you? I miss you.” Mom sounded sad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I’m fine, Mom. I miss you too. How’s NYC?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;Yes, my mom was in NYC, she works there with my dad. They’re on a working tour. They’ll be back in two weeks. While they’re gone, I live with my big brother, Arthur Rainier. He’s a nice brother :) even though sometimes we argued a lot :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“It’s great, Layla. I’ll be back soon, ok? How’s home?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“It’s nice. Arthur took good care of me for the last couple weeks.” I said with a smile on my face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Oh, how nice to hear that. Listen, I have to go now. My boss is waiting. Dad says hi.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ok, Mom. Tell Dad I said hi too. Bye.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Bye.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;Mmmm… What should I do? Since I wasn’t going to the competition. Maybe I should go shopping with my friends, I thought. But I decided I just sleep for the day..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;It was sunny in the morning. I was surprised. A great day. I packed my bag and waited my big brother to take me to school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Arthur! Come on! I’m going to be late!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Layla, will you just be quiet for a while? I’m coming, ok?” Arthur said with a boring tone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ok.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;That’s my big brother. He’s a college student at Harvards. That’s why he’s always bored because he’s always so stressed out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;When I came to school, I was almost late! The bell rang when I arrived at the class. Everyone was watching me. How embarrassing! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Layla!” She called.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Yes, Mrs. Claire!” I saw my classmates were shocked by her sound.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Please, come forward.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;I stood up and walked to her side. She wrote something and it looked like a.. hall pass. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Here.” I took the hall pass. “Meet Mr. Mike, he wants to talk to you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Yes, Mrs. Claire.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;Marza whispered to me. “Psstt…Layla! Where are you going?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Mr. Mike’s office.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Why?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I don’t know!” I said, half shouting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;Then I walked out of the class, gave the hall pass to the hall teacher. I started walking to Mr. Mike’s office slowly. I was enjoying my way there, watching the birds, who were flying to the trees at the school garden, and what the other classes were doing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;I knocked at the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Come in.” Mr. Mike said with a calm tone. I opened the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“You called me, sir?” I sat on the chair in front of him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Yes, Layla. I want to tell you something.” He looked confused to tell me the news.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“What is it, sir?” I was wandering what was the news.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Your grades are dropping, Layla. Your average score is D. You know that to graduate, you have to achieve the average score at least C.” Mr. Mike explained to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ooo…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“What is it that bothers you, Layla? You’re a great student... “ He smiled. “But why are you grades dropping?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I don’t know, sir” I asked honestly. I don’t know that my grades are dropping.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“If your grades continue to drop, I have to call your parents to meet me, Layla.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Please, Mr. Mike. Don’t call my parents.” I pleaded.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I know. But you must study harder, ok?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Yes, sir.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ok. You may return to your class now.” Mr. Mike continued his writing in his book.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Excuse me, sir.” I rose and went back to my class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;I was wondering why my grades are dropping? I studied hard for a long time. Maybe I was distracted. I was thinking about Chris all day. Yup, maybe that’s why…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;When I returned to the class, the bell rang. Thank God! I didn’t have to study math with the &lt;i&gt;killer&lt;/i&gt;  teacher. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Layla!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Hi, Grace. What’s up?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Where were you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I was from Mr. Mike’s office. He said my grades are dropping.” I said with a sad face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ooo…Well, you &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; thinking about Chris all the time. That’s why your grades are dropping.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;I laughed. “I know that! Haha… How do you know?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I often saw you looking at him, Layla! Well, he &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt; handsome!” She laughed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Haha…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Well, I better get going. Don’t you want to eat?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“No. I want to finish my homework. You know, for Science?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Ooo… Okay. See you then. Bye.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Bye.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;She waved and went to the cafeteria with Fika, Marza, and Jessica.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;The class was almost empty. The boys were going to walk out of the door. I looked around and I found Chris. He was playing the guitar(that day, there was a Music class, that’s why he brought a guitar :D ).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Layla.” His cool voice called me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Yeah?” He never called me like that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;He walked and sit by my side.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I want to show you something.” He smiled. Then he played his guitar. He played one of Depapepe’s songs, Once Upon A Time. It’s a great song. It’s so romantic. I always loved to hear that song. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;I smiled. I heard the melody of the guitar. It was so soothing. It made me want to sleep. I closed my eyes. I imagined that we (Chris and me) were running at the garden, playing, watching the birds. It was amazing. The song ended.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Wow! It’s amazing, Chris!” I enjoyed it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“Thanks, Layla.” He smiled. “I have to tell you something.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“What?” I asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;“I love you, Layla. Since the first time I saw you, I felt that you were something special. Know I realize, that you are the half of me. So please, will you be my girl?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;to be continued....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: YD2002;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-3694859214877227957?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/3694859214877227957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=3694859214877227957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/3694859214877227957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/3694859214877227957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/03/hidden-feeling.html' title='Hidden Feeling'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360148793138536353.post-8413208399159097712</id><published>2009-03-14T18:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:02:37.901+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>mid...mid...mid! stress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;kita smua pasti ud pernah dong ikut tes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ud tau dong gimana stressnya kita mempersiapkan buat ikut tes itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;nah, bagi anak" nd seminggu ini tgl 16-22 Maret 2009 itu waktunya kita buat memeras otak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;huaa... ud mw meledak otak gw &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;tpi ada senengnya juga&lt;br /&gt;tinggal 3 bulan lagi kita ud kls 9 ( yey! xD )&lt;br /&gt;senior! (gilaa!)&lt;br /&gt;perjuangan kita ud hampir selesei tinggal 1 thn lgi&lt;br /&gt;kita lulus SMP..&lt;br /&gt;cepet bgt waktu berlalu&lt;br /&gt;pdhal rasanya bru kmaren" gitu kita mos&lt;br /&gt;trus kelas 8&lt;br /&gt;skrg&lt;br /&gt;kita ud mw kls 9!&lt;br /&gt;dan banyak bgt kejadian yang mengiringinya&lt;br /&gt;ada suka ada juga duka&lt;br /&gt;semuanya kita lewati bersama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat anak" nd yang baca ini,&lt;br /&gt;kita harus &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;berjuang !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;pesan gw :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nikmatilah waktu bersama teman" lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;krn mungkin kita ga bakal ketemu mereka lgi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1360148793138536353-8413208399159097712?l=the-moody-writer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/feeds/8413208399159097712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1360148793138536353&amp;postID=8413208399159097712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8413208399159097712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1360148793138536353/posts/default/8413208399159097712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-moody-writer.blogspot.com/2009/03/midmidmid-stress.html' title='mid...mid...mid! stress!'/><author><name>Gabriela Gracia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17726032871970986509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
