<?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-3244646109331324291</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:13:13.461-08:00</updated><category term='dream and plan'/><category term='a thing called love.'/><category term='lovethings'/><category term='on the top of the boredom'/><category term='schooltime. cooltime.'/><category term='enough for the horrible.'/><category term='absurd thing'/><category term='world today.'/><category term='without any single message hide.'/><category term='daily matter'/><category term='idea in the late of night'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='without any single message hide'/><category term='kenaikan kelas gila'/><category term='inspired when efekrumahkaca is on the headphone.'/><category term='things called love'/><category term='life'/><category term='School life'/><category term='masa penjurusan &apos;minat dan bakat&apos;'/><category term='family'/><category term='listen'/><category term='a thing called love'/><category term='confused'/><category term='something called love'/><category term='p s h y c h a d e l i c'/><category term='it have been really done'/><category term='a big crush'/><category term='useless'/><category term='date when i&apos;m locked in trouble'/><category term='totally painless'/><category term='such a big thing to remind'/><title type='text'>diska's notes</title><subtitle type='html'>it is a story, it is a movie, it is a phrase, it is a white lie, it is everythig in my head.
this is important, this is useless.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528636359137427826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy have been stick with me for about 10 months, and i wish we can stick together for further. haha ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-4151685994937572774?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/4151685994937572774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=4151685994937572774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/4151685994937572774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/4151685994937572774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-guy.html' title='this guy'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/TLmpegayAXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/64l1bpbnenE/s72-c/36133_1511645189462_1184349437_1434555_999883_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-3296441428716830072</id><published>2010-09-28T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T08:42:52.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>new-me</title><content type='html'>hallo, i am now finally an&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; international relations colleger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to regret, to be sad, but a tons of things to get up, and thank for what is given.&lt;br /&gt;wish everyone can accept me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll do the best for what i can do. &lt;/span&gt;gimme some times, and i'l give you a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;see me, with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ph.D tittle&lt;/span&gt; behind my name. wishmeluck :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-3296441428716830072?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/3296441428716830072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=3296441428716830072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/3296441428716830072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/3296441428716830072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-me.html' title='new-me'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;hahaha he often makes everything funny. like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-6975655981127073369?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/6975655981127073369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=6975655981127073369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6975655981127073369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6975655981127073369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2010/07/seven-months-conversation.html' title='seven months conversation'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-5779018563084765776</id><published>2010-06-05T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:15:27.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absurd thing'/><title type='text'>emm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;there's something in a straight way that we cannot share. beware.&lt;br /&gt;and already, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i dont care !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-5779018563084765776?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/5779018563084765776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=5779018563084765776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/5779018563084765776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/5779018563084765776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2010/06/emm.html' title='emm.'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-8210316534347273161</id><published>2010-05-14T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:05:59.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><title type='text'>COPELAND, FAREWELL TOUR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/S-4MR6_l3aI/AAAAAAAAAC4/npKsq7pA19M/s1600/44451505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/S-4MR6_l3aI/AAAAAAAAAC4/npKsq7pA19M/s320/44451505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471324099335019938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it comes, the best tour from my fav band.&lt;br /&gt;they are AWESOMEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, no photos, i haven't got the camera there.&lt;br /&gt;but trust me, it was really rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-8210316534347273161?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/8210316534347273161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=8210316534347273161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/8210316534347273161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/8210316534347273161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2010/05/copeland-farewell-tour.html' title='COPELAND, FAREWELL TOUR!!'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/S-4MR6_l3aI/AAAAAAAAAC4/npKsq7pA19M/s72-c/44451505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-8787932312214562506</id><published>2010-05-03T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:14:17.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absurd thing'/><title type='text'>keep the mind set, it won't wait any longer</title><content type='html'>today some result will come, or it may takes some life exam. as we keep running,&lt;br /&gt;we maybe should keep it like eating. no more hesitation, keep your mind set over your pillow&lt;br /&gt;nothing has been nicer  then put it into your deep sleep. and wish it was not too late to start,&lt;br /&gt;tighten the safety belt, we are now chasing something for the lifeships. it has been some little tiny time&lt;br /&gt;to fullfil. just run it like we should feel, and try to hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;running too fast won't takes sweat, it takes 'gain'. we should keep it together, make some connection&lt;br /&gt;between dream and obsession or responsiblity and ability. they would never twisted, be trust.&lt;br /&gt;thus, tonight i finally cut my theory off on this page, i am now keep my mind set. one more, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-8787932312214562506?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/8787932312214562506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=8787932312214562506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/8787932312214562506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/8787932312214562506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2010/05/keep-mind-set-it-wont-wait-any-longer.html' title='keep the mind set, it won&apos;t wait any longer'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-1623478765403815670</id><published>2010-05-03T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T03:54:42.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School life'/><title type='text'>sedang tidak karuan</title><content type='html'>besok pengumuman smup unpad, saya pusing sekali belum makan dari pagi deg-degan takut ga masuk, jam segini pasti belum ada kabar karena baru dibuka tanggal 4 mei besok.&lt;br /&gt;saya pengen nya punya sekolah dulu aja deh, mudah2an unpad keterima. yah mudah-mudahan dapet yang paling baik, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;itb masih saya kejar!&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/3244646109331324291-1623478765403815670?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/1623478765403815670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=1623478765403815670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/1623478765403815670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/1623478765403815670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2010/05/sedang-tidak-karuan.html' title='sedang tidak karuan'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-2449123344568410953</id><published>2010-05-02T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T06:44:07.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School life'/><title type='text'>wish me luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/S92A2gHmIoI/AAAAAAAAACw/4NzJNGeu8HU/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/S92A2gHmIoI/AAAAAAAAACw/4NzJNGeu8HU/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466667196520735362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school of architecture, planning and policy development '10&lt;br /&gt;school of life sciences and technology '10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-2449123344568410953?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/2449123344568410953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=2449123344568410953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2449123344568410953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2449123344568410953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2010/05/wish-me-luck.html' title='wish me luck!'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/S92A2gHmIoI/AAAAAAAAACw/4NzJNGeu8HU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-5857794091192398255</id><published>2009-12-18T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:55:59.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovethings'/><title type='text'>boy-friend</title><content type='html'>menunggu atau merasa ditunggu.&lt;br /&gt;akhir-akhir ini saya suka sekolah, short message service dan ym.&lt;br /&gt;dan dia baik sekali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-5857794091192398255?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-5038670111606750063</id><published>2009-12-14T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:38:47.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world today.'/><title type='text'>have you watch your television well?</title><content type='html'>let me talk to you about the thought, buds!.&lt;br /&gt;it was a boring sunday afternoon after school, i've got nothing to do. and i always rather to watch tv then anything else. so i decide to make some tv watch then i'm going deep into a thousand tv shows there. but maybe this right time to me to open my brain, what the kind of hell am i watching so far?. and thus, i found the same kind of watching, watcher, and faker on this polychrome display in my living room. they are always the same reality 'unreality' show as same as the soap opera. and the story will not be far from searching relatives then they will always been arrested in a bitch cage or somekind of that. and, the first question is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'if somebody's lost, will they always be find in some place of hell like that? (i have had been lost, and my mom caught me in my friend's house baby!)' &lt;/span&gt; and i laugh for that.&lt;br /&gt;then, after the reality show is sick enough. i turn my remote control to those electronic cinema, its been a million time i found the same silly faces with a bright complexion and a western taste with an english name behind their popular call. i think i need a threw up about this. i dont even think they have a good kind of act, they only have a white skin to improve their silly speak on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;and after the tv time, i'm going threw threw up. frankly, we've been wasted the time with those kind of fake polychrome anti-stress device. we need to watch it well dear. we all need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-5038670111606750063?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/5038670111606750063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=5038670111606750063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/5038670111606750063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/5038670111606750063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-you-watch-your-television-well.html' title='have you watch your television well?'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-2154718274285303901</id><published>2009-12-14T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T05:38:55.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovethings'/><title type='text'>it was a good saturday, it was you</title><content type='html'>in the end of the 8xtrempiration.&lt;br /&gt;5th december 09. about 9 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"cause tonight gonna be a good night, cause tonight gonna be a good good night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it is, i have less idea to say but much feeling to have. just all of the sudden, he said what he felt and i've got freeze in a moment when we start to be a part of attention. i'd love to say yes for something that i couldnt explain but more than just a crush. just call his name with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he is my extraordinary classmate, the one and only. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now fully on him, fully on his side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-2154718274285303901?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/2154718274285303901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=2154718274285303901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2154718274285303901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2154718274285303901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-good-saturday-it-was-you.html' title='it was a good saturday, it was you'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-5584707271200364918</id><published>2009-11-28T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:37:15.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><title type='text'>sleep, coffee and california</title><content type='html'>i have my new favorite one to share, that was what i'd like to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;this is all from copeland's.&lt;br /&gt;things to know, i really love this band since i listen their song at the very first time when i was on junior high.&lt;br /&gt;for tonight, i pick some of their songs randomly, then i found it so good to be shared. i really love the sound, the words, and how they match it.&lt;br /&gt;( i marked every part i love the most)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SxEsok0FNlI/AAAAAAAAACg/mEgAykohNko/s1600/album-in-motion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SxEsok0FNlI/AAAAAAAAACg/mEgAykohNko/s320/album-in-motion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409153703037187666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep (4:53)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I sleeping with my eyes wide&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone?&lt;br /&gt;Am I staring into bright lights&lt;br /&gt;Have I gone home?&lt;br /&gt;I must be dreaming when I'm sitting here&lt;br /&gt;On someone else's throne&lt;br /&gt;Am I sleeping with my eyes wide&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me know?&lt;br /&gt;Will I wake to find you waiting by my bedside?&lt;br /&gt;Will I wake to find you waiting by my side?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SxEw8372dVI/AAAAAAAAACo/xMCWPsmo6qs/s1600/beneath+medicine+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SxEw8372dVI/AAAAAAAAACo/xMCWPsmo6qs/s320/beneath+medicine+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409158449813943634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee (4:46)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if it's not too late for coffee i'll be at your place in ten, we'll hit that all night dinner and then we'll see. There's a love that transcends all that we've known of ourselves and I'll wait for it to come, I'll wait for it to come.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's got to be strong to touch my heart through its shell, and I'll wait for it to come I'll wait for it to come.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;california (5:26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I fell too fast, maybe I pushed you away. Now you're gone and I'm afraid that you're never coming back this way again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll see you soon if you'll come back here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll see you soon just say that you want to see me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too sweet but so much deep, nice to hear baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-5584707271200364918?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/5584707271200364918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=5584707271200364918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-4209043503382021680</id><published>2009-11-21T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:14:32.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><title type='text'>melee - built to last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SwgeVNTuPPI/AAAAAAAAACY/ll_egCVvXpg/s1600/built+to+last.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SwgeVNTuPPI/AAAAAAAAACY/ll_egCVvXpg/s320/built+to+last.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406604702356749554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is now on the top of my playlist. this been so yesterday, but i'd like to play it again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-4209043503382021680?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/4209043503382021680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=4209043503382021680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/4209043503382021680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/4209043503382021680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/11/melee-built-to-last.html' title='melee - built to last'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SwgeVNTuPPI/AAAAAAAAACY/ll_egCVvXpg/s72-c/built+to+last.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-1919281018502859381</id><published>2009-11-21T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T05:53:43.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovethings'/><title type='text'>maaaaaaaaan, you're so good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"since i realized theres a good boy nearby, you are the most interesting thing to not ignored"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"nice to know you better, to have a magical conversation, to find you in the eye, to be nervous,  to be crushed.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"so bewildering to get you so ordinary, that makes you unordinary"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"nothing to lose, i only lose my head a while, not to wishing, not to trying. much worth to waiting." ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-6910568142959754408</id><published>2009-11-04T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:25:24.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovethings'/><title type='text'>hey i'm magenta! ;D</title><content type='html'>feeling in the pink? not really. im in magenta. &lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;not cute. its quite good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa jadi suka diperhatikan? hmmmm. sampai-sampai pusing lihat kesitu 200 juta kali setiap hari. hahahahaahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-6910568142959754408?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/6910568142959754408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=6910568142959754408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6910568142959754408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6910568142959754408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-im-magenta-d.html' title='hey i&apos;m magenta! ;D'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-321392108656014145</id><published>2009-10-27T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T06:53:23.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovethings'/><title type='text'>its a piece</title><content type='html'>this is not a self heart share, this just a heart matters which inspired everybody to write, this is when everybody comes to their strike point of blues. i had write something on a piece of paper at biologic class this morning. a day before, my friend has inspired me to have this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'this is when your summer ending. but remember every season has a turn. this is where a rainfall starts to make you wet, but still theres always a towel for you at home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'life is not a choice, when you have to ended up something you like, it maybe not what you choose, but this is the way of the track. you are just a passenger of the train, you can only choose you're destination. and the rest of the track's way are none of your bussines.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicate to the broken heart story all arround the class. hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-321392108656014145?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/321392108656014145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-53148853001604913</id><published>2009-10-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:14:41.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absurd thing'/><title type='text'>a bad bedroom night</title><content type='html'>its been so long time to have a heart share on the blog. what i only could say theres nothing important to write. i had less love and more further. much consentration and many times skipping. frankly i missed something bounchy to write, but sadly i dont have any. this is another saturday night in my room. i had a little fight with my mom, and i'm done with those biologic question this week.&lt;br /&gt;many people sometimes get loss on their track, and i'm about to have that. i've decide to get so much consentration on the last grade of high school, less play and fun, a balance friendship and maybe less or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;without love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the last word is always hard to prove. i have count my few times before then fualllaa. i think this time is the most lone part i had! (lebaaay tapi bener sih ;p)&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what thing makes it so worse, it maybe cause all of busy weeks that always get me done, or maybe 'the after dissaster effect'. i dont even know. LOL&lt;br /&gt;haaaa strike to the point, today is saturday and i have no permitted to go out from my mom with a silly reason ; 'its rainy and my mom didnt wanna gets me sick'. and i automaticly i have another badnight in my bedroom. and then i had a little daydream, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when was the last time i had a boy to have some saturday night?&lt;/span&gt; and the answer, so long time agooo. hahah. hmmm and the next silly thinking i've got is if somebody pick me up today, maybe i'll get a good dress and my new shoe. also a good blowing hair. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i currently listen now?&lt;br /&gt;someday you will be loved - deathcab for cutie (3:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-53148853001604913?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/53148853001604913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=53148853001604913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/53148853001604913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/53148853001604913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-bedroom-night.html' title='a bad bedroom night'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-3227280698151948050</id><published>2009-10-02T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:48:59.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily matter'/><title type='text'>extra time. everybody need it!</title><content type='html'>sedikit cerita setelah libur lebaran, hari pertama saya habiskan dengan senang senang sama teman - teman geng. sumpah, kayanya semua anak yang pake seragam bahagia sekali. jam 8 pagi bisa cabut dari sekolah. walaupun sorenya semua aga ruin karena setelah film phobia 2 yang kami tonton di pvj itu habis,ibu saya nelpon. ini sedikit parcakapan nya,&lt;br /&gt;+ de dimana?&lt;br /&gt;- di pvj abis selesai nonton&lt;br /&gt;+ emang ga sekolah ya?&lt;br /&gt;- tadi halal bihalal aja jadi main&lt;br /&gt;+ YA ALLOH ADE MAIN TERUS UDAH KELAS TIGA JUGA, CEPET PULANG SEKARANG.&lt;br /&gt;dan jengjengjengjeeet. saya ahirnya ajak anak2 cepet pulang, memang saya mungkin udah mulai besar, dan makin sering dimarahin dan semakin kebal di marahin. tapi tetep aja setiap kali ibu saya marah di telfon bawaan nya pengen cepet pulang. sekalipun di pikiran saya sekarang, '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;si mamah emang ga tau kalo main itu asik?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;ya sudahlah, masalah itu selesai. ibu saya sekarang sudah mulai malas berdebat. saya juga ga mau banyak melawan, mungkin minggu minggu depan saya sulit ke luar rumah apalagi maaiiiiiin! -_-&lt;br /&gt;tapi mungkin masalah yang dihadapi minggu minggu depan akan lebih berat dari sekedar ga boleh main sama mamah. ya, habis lebaran mungkin sudah saat nya mengecangkan fokus, bau ujian akhir tercium setiap hari. di mulai dengan akhir minggu pengumuman mid test, lalu tambahan tambahan di tempat les. tekanan batin juga saya rasakan iya, aduh mau uan terus usm pelajaran ga ada yang ngerti. makin gila kalau tau soal snmptn tahun lalu yang mampusos sekali.&lt;br /&gt;tekad saya, saya akan belajar setiap hari dari mulai senin minggu depan. persiapan ujian memang ga boleh ditunda sampai semester depan sebelum terinjak yang lain. tapi hidup memang aga sesak sama ingin menghabiskan sisa sisa di sekolah, dan belajar. saya susah kalo ngebayangin mulai minggu depan. setiap malam ga akan ada facebook dan yahoo messenger. mungkin intisari matematik dan buku bimbel. belum lagi pulang sekolah ga ada acara nongkrong dan gosip, semuanya belajar dan les.&lt;br /&gt;yang ada di benak saya sekarang, seandainya ada hari setelah hari minggu dan sebelum hari senin. terserah lah mau apapun namanya, pokonya ada sedikit waktu untuk main dan mengahbiskan sedikit waktu lagi lah di sekolah. biar ga sulit dan ga cape.&lt;br /&gt;tapi, selalu saja ada yang bilang, ayo dooong belajar, katanya mau masuk HI. &lt;br /&gt;hmm kalo udah denger itu, seandainya ada 8 hari seminggu pasti saya pake buat les tambahan semua. supaya les di hari lain bisa mabal sekali kali.  ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-3227280698151948050?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/3227280698151948050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=3227280698151948050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/3227280698151948050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/3227280698151948050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/10/extra-time-everybody-need-it.html' title='extra time. everybody need it!'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-8892668570623223964</id><published>2009-09-24T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:26:20.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>i love family gathering</title><content type='html'>family gathering, saya selalu suka acara kumpul keluarga. i love every single thing on that even. mungkin karena saya suka berkumpul dengan orang orang yang punya banyak sekali kesamaan sama saya itu sebabnya saya suka kumpul keluarga. &lt;br /&gt;well, let me tell you the thing i love the most about that.  fist thing first is, i love the condition. saya selalu suka kondisi rumah saya yang mess sekali saat kumpul keluarga. saya selalu suka kondisi meja makan yang penuh dengan cangkir cangkir kopi panas, dan rokok rokok yang bertumpuk di asbak, atau sisa sisa junk food tak termakan hasil anak anak kecil. (kami punya kebiasaaan yang sama masalah makan, waktu kecil susah makan, udah gede juga susah. susah berenti makan). belum lagi serpihan serpihan penganan orang tua. saya juga suka sekali celotehan celotehan dan obrolan ketika kumpul keluarga. topik obrolan kami selalu berkutik di masalah ngejek ngejek muka orang, lalu obrolan obrolan mistis yang ada ada ajaaa, atau obrolan yang lebih frontal seperti masalah cinta anak anak, ya kalo ada yang bar jadian pasti si uwa uwa bilang, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'ayo bawa kesini, nanti kita tes'&lt;/span&gt; tiap ada new commers dia pasti habis di kerjain disini. atau ada yang putus cinta atau termehek mehek, mereka pasti bilang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'dieu siah dimandian ku kembang 7 rupa ceurik ku lalaki mah, jiga nu euweuh deui wae' &lt;/span&gt;parah parah. hahaha. dan yang paling extrim adalah humor humor porno, yang frontal dan kadang borderless. saat ditanya kenapa? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'ini kan sex education. ntar juga ngerasain sendiri'&lt;/span&gt; hahahaa. oh ya, saya juga selalu suka ketika kamar kamar tidur di atas kosong, dan kita tidur kaya cumi asin berjejer dari ruang tv sampai ruang tamu. alasan nya sama semua, takut kebayang kebayang hantu setelah ngobrol. ya saya suka keadaan rumah saat kumpul keluarga.&lt;br /&gt;saya juga suka aktivitas yang selalu dilakukan kumpul keluarga, bangun siang tidur pagi. ya, lagi lagi kami punya kesamaan yang sama. tidur lamaaa banget. kami selalu bangun di atas jam sebelas, tapi ibu ibu sih tetep bangun pagi pagi. habis bangun, baru cari sarapan pedas biar mata melek. terus abis itu kami ngobrol lagi di ruang makan, sana sini. sekitar jam 3an, kita baru mandi, untuk main sorenya. kami semua mandi laamaaaa, jadi pada sadar diri mandi duluan, nunggu kami mandi beres semua bisa sampai maghrib walaupun orang yang pertama mandi jam 3 sore, kalo kesorean biasanya cewe cewe mandi bareng. tapi kalo udah mandi bareng, itungan nya malah main lama juga. hahaha. lalu sorenya untuk anak anak yang udah mulai sma dan kuliah, kami main keluar. dan yang anak kecil, diumpetin di kamar biar ga pengen ikut. kami keluar untuk sekedar belanja, ngopi ngopi minta traktiran sama yang paling besar, atau karokean. waktu waktu jalan ga jelas gini biasanya kami habiskan sampai agak malam. pulang setelah di telfon ibu ibu suruh pulang. setelah pulang, kami melakukan hal yang sama setiap kali. kalo ga forum curhat sama uwa uwa, kami biasa main kartu. main kartu di rumah sama dengan las vegas, permainan pertama adalah main remi. yang main nya ber4, tim sukses dibelakang nya banyaaak. and the rules is no rule! yang main di depan anak anak muda, yang licik di belakang ibu ibu bapak bapak semua. yang udah tua kalo licik kaya negro, cuek aja. pernah sekali waktu saya dapet kartu as love dua, atau ada yang nyelipin joker sampai 4 di kumpulan kartu saya. yang kalah konsekuensi nya camerok pake bedak. bete kan? setelah permainan kartu yang ga pernah selesai, satu satu pada tumbang ketiduran. yang tersisa biasanya anak anak, kami biasa main kartu geprok, tapi nge geprok pake kaki jadi kita tengah tengah malem kita main kartu sambil berdiri sampbil cekikikan sampai berisik. kita selesai main kalo ibu ibu yang lagi tidur pada marah marah, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'ieu barudak gararandeng wae nya geus rek subuh ya alloh'&lt;/span&gt; nah kalo udah gitu kita selesai main. kalo ga, pernah beberapa kali ada kejadian aneh dan terpaksa permainan kita hentikan. seperti ada yang ngumpetin kartu jack keriting pas lagi main, tau nya tiba tiba ada di kamar mandi. atau ada yang batuk di kamar atas, karena serem ya udah selesai deh kita main nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya selalu suka family gathering, aktivitas ini hanya 2 sampai 3 kali dilakukan setiap tahun dan selalu membawa cerita cerita baru juga membuat kangen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love for sibblings, cousins, uwa uwa, om om. semuaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-8892668570623223964?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/8892668570623223964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=8892668570623223964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/8892668570623223964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/8892668570623223964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-family-gathering.html' title='i love family gathering'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-2168732264885832144</id><published>2009-08-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:18:04.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>here they are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SpidoZ2djvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DEJ_d8vDhRw/s1600-h/DSC01969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SpicP3E3UkI/AAAAAAAAABA/i9mlRYXOpTU/s320/bluuuur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375217951563010626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SpicAx5P8XI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZuLPP1ujj_s/s1600-h/aaam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SpicAx5P8XI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZuLPP1ujj_s/s320/aaam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375217692474077554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to you all. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-2168732264885832144?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/2168732264885832144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=2168732264885832144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2168732264885832144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2168732264885832144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-they-are.html' title='here they are'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SpidoZ2djvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DEJ_d8vDhRw/s72-c/DSC01969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-1872572019272894361</id><published>2009-08-27T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:11:18.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 birthday!</title><content type='html'>hahihuheho. hari kamis lalu, tanggal 20 agustus saya genap berumur 17 taun! hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;well, ulang taun saya kali ini ga terlalu ngarepin apa apa sih. yang penting saya sukses aja ke depan nya. berawal jam 12 malem, orang pertama yang ngucapin selamat ulang tahun adalah &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dita&lt;/span&gt; lalu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;topan&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;febry&lt;/span&gt;. lalu steelah itu banyak bangeeet yang ngasih selamat ulang tahun. thank youuu allll.&lt;br /&gt;rata rata semuanya sama, doain nambah sukses, masuk snmptn, tambah dewasa, dan semoga cepat dapet pacar. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, sebelum tanggal 20 agustus, teman dekat saya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;filzah&lt;/span&gt; sms. 'dis besok mau ketemu dooong mau ngasih ada deeeh' katanya. lalu ibu saya bilang yaudah ke rumah aja deh, ntar disiapi makanan.&lt;br /&gt;jadi esok hari nya, teman teman saya dateng ke rumah. tau siapa aja kan? ada &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sela, lily, merdhi, ifa, bunga, arin, ijah.&lt;/span&gt; oh ya, tanggal 20 agustus itu bukan cuma ulang taun saya. tapi juga ulang tahun bunga. jadi kita share birhtday hari itu. kami berdua dikasih puzzle yang gambarnya muka kita yang udah jadi vector. pokonya lucu bangeeet (thank you for the present ladieeees!)&lt;br /&gt;saya sama bunga lomba lombaaan nyusun puzzle. hahaha. udah itu ya seperti biasa, ada foto session lalu makan makan. foto session juga diteruskan di webcam saya. parah lah foto nya aneh aneh banget, muka si sela beringas, muka bunga kaya germo dan sebagai sebagainya. but how carelessly i am, saya ga inget kalo notebook pake deep freeze, jadi pas dimatiin 212 foto itu raib aja gatau kemana. ;(&lt;br /&gt;sorenya, kita semua pergi ke sushiboon, mau makan sushi ceritanya. tapi sushi kurang memuaskan kita foto foto lagi.&lt;br /&gt;setelah itu kita makan es buah lalu pulang. hahha mungkin ini kaya cerita main biasa, tapi buat saya its so extraordinary and the best birthday i ever had!&lt;br /&gt;cerita 20 agustus ternyata berlanjut hari senin, teman sekelas saya, dekeeet banget deh sama saya.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; denisa&lt;/span&gt;, memberikan saya sebuah gelas buatan dia sendiri. tulisan nya happy birthday diska. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;dan yang terakhir, hari senin malam ada yang sms saya, orang yang jaman kelas 2 dulu saya keceng setengah mati. (curhaaaat) sebelum jam 9 malam, dia di depan rumah saya, bawa kardus tulisan nya diska. tapi saya cuma boleh ngambil isinya aja. miniatur dinosaurus. hhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventeen. doakan saya sukses tahun ini!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-1872572019272894361?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/1872572019272894361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=1872572019272894361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/1872572019272894361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/1872572019272894361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/08/17-birthday.html' title='17 birthday!'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-3432818028172408680</id><published>2009-08-15T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:52:08.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it only a playlist</title><content type='html'>malam ini saya mellow najis ga banget deeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;gatau kenapa saya memutar ulang beberapa lagu yang udah lama sekali ga pernah saya denger.&lt;br /&gt;saya suka so so an membuat 'soundtrack' apeu kemarin kemarin, mungkin ini soundtrack yang bikin saya mellow. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight and go - imogen heap (3:52)&lt;br /&gt;lie in the sound - trespassers william (5:42)&lt;br /&gt;open book - tahiti 80 (3:49)&lt;br /&gt;brightest - copeland (2:29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan sebuah track recover dari chasing dorothea, anchor song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sparkle - who? (3:55)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dipikir pikir lagunya biasa biasa aja, kenapa mellow? oya saya lupa, mungkin ini terlalu lebay kalo saya sebut soundtrack, lebih tepatnya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;playlist which makes me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;remind about somebody with something,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;or someone with a thing&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha udah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada yang ingat juga sama playlist ini? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuma didengerin aja sih, udah lama aja ga denger track track yang dulu ada di toplist saya. ckckckc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-3432818028172408680?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/3432818028172408680/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-7073602415330943264</id><published>2009-08-14T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:12:15.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world today.'/><title type='text'>even your mind is also on cable</title><content type='html'>put off the cable turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;you need the connection, hey you need the salvation!&lt;br /&gt;if you think you can see those face, only the monitor does.&lt;br /&gt;if you start clicking, you'll find addicting&lt;br /&gt;your words run fast on the homepage&lt;br /&gt;we can see your mind on the highlights&lt;br /&gt;and all of this site has made your day twice.&lt;br /&gt;friend we need the signs, we need a guide.&lt;br /&gt;we live not from the digital, but we lay it all down.&lt;br /&gt;but your heart is not your electrical things.&lt;br /&gt;but your mates are not your signal.&lt;br /&gt;but your face is not your liquid display.&lt;br /&gt;thus how can you find your love is your cyber love?&lt;br /&gt;we're just addicting, we have no way out.&lt;br /&gt;we're trapped in those wrong way of the tech.&lt;br /&gt;we are not what you see on the form of the profile&lt;br /&gt;we are what we are, we are what we live.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just addicting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-7073602415330943264?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/7073602415330943264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=7073602415330943264' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-3419673057394676656</id><published>2009-08-07T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:36:35.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovethings'/><title type='text'>Hey you, long time no call.</title><content type='html'>aga curhat colongan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;setelah raib gatau kemana 6bulan yang lalu.&lt;br /&gt;online yahoo! messenger dan, halo dis, kemana aja kamu dong dong? kangen saya sama kamu.&lt;br /&gt;sedikit obrolan, lalu offline.&lt;br /&gt;lalu new message inbox, cepet tidur. i love you fuuuull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-8726521482831247929</id><published>2009-07-31T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:59:38.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='without any single message hide'/><title type='text'>why does regret come at the end?</title><content type='html'>how can tears fall before the pain drops?&lt;br /&gt;how can blood come out before the blade come to its place?&lt;br /&gt;and how can it create the bitternes first before the sweet, and why does it turn up to me?&lt;br /&gt;open the eye after the nightmare, there must be something you have done before you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;open my heart after the burn, there must be some fire place i have lightened before i forced it to get off.&lt;br /&gt;then i got the nightmare, i had the burn.&lt;br /&gt;well maybe i'm just one of common people who fall on the same fool, who deal with a wrong feel and sometimes seek for a better 'trick'.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its not a regret, &lt;br /&gt;its so years ago to beg for sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but its not only a phrase,&lt;br /&gt;its important thing to get over.&lt;br /&gt;this is maybe what they call the comeback after its fade.&lt;br /&gt;i just now realized how i really supposed to say sorry before i left.&lt;br /&gt;but you just then realized how you really supposed to give me apology before i beg.&lt;br /&gt;we meet for mate, and we already did it again.&lt;br /&gt;we are so much ordinary. and theres nothing extraordinary left unless i have just realized that i did a sin to you.&lt;br /&gt;but we were so much ordinary, and theres nothing more unordinary than i'm a bit too late to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i am kind of guilty babe and try to recognize what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;and i found it through.&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why i got the tear drop because i have fell the pain to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe so why.&lt;br /&gt;but its all so up.&lt;br /&gt;you already get your mind, and i already get my false. i just cant share it in a straight way.&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to return, this only a confession.&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to take back, it is only what i cant told you.&lt;br /&gt;let the things fade , its when we were too young.&lt;br /&gt;let it goes ordinary, its nothing left behind.&lt;br /&gt;i only cant say it straight to regret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-8726521482831247929?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-4012624981274502939</id><published>2009-07-31T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:01:19.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream and plan'/><title type='text'>a dreamer</title><content type='html'>good late evening everyone. malam ini saya online seperti biasa saja, mungkin ada lebih nya karena hari ini angakatan di depan sy banyak yang masuk snmtn yah, selamat. dan hari ini saya sedikit berhayal setelah percakapan kecil di messenger dengan seorang teman. kita bilang, 'nanti kalo udah kuliah kan ketemu nya jum'at2 di kabel gitu kan, mudah2an pas ketemu lagi semuanya kesampaian yah!'&lt;br /&gt;yah lalu setelah chat itu berakhir, saya baru sadar memang banyak cerita yang comming soon akan saya susun kemudian. di postingan ini, saya sedikit memberikan planning saya ke depan, guru guru bilang kelas tiga awal menyusun semuanya ke depan. kehidupan saya ke depan, pertama. saya pengen menyelesaikan sma dengan nilai super memuaskan, kalo bisa sepuluh besar, menghabiskan 8 bulan ini dengan lebih banyak enjoy sisa sisa kesenangan di delapan, terus tinggal ke unpad atau unpar, ngambil political major, hubungan internasional. kalo bisa sih snmptn, terus nanti disana saya dapet yang ganteng dan cucok dan jadi future husband. ;)) dan dengan begitu chat yang saya lakukan barusan dengan teman saya itu bisa tercapai. hahah. yah saya ga ingin menghabiskan waktu terlalu lama lah di tempat kuliah, sy pengen punya nilai bagus untuk saya kerja. terus sy kerja di departemen luar negeri , jadi diplomat atau apalah di kedutaan besar indonesia di negara2 maju. sy jadi wanita karir dulu deeeh. yang mapan, dan senang. baru setelah itu punya keluarga dengan suami yang cucok juga. terus nanti kita pindah ke iceland atau britain. menetap disana, jadi orang kaya. hahhahaa. malam ini ngelantur, tapi g apa apa lah. doakan aja yah semoga semuanya kesampaian. amiiiiin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-4012624981274502939?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/4012624981274502939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=4012624981274502939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/4012624981274502939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/4012624981274502939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreamer.html' title='a dreamer'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-6127566762113436974</id><published>2009-07-25T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:48:06.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea in the late of night'/><title type='text'>and i call it pleasure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SmtOsGcxvOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5cKDkl3TUxY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SmtOsGcxvOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5cKDkl3TUxY/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362466300867230946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya agak absurd malam ini, sabtu malam seperti biasa saya di dalam kamar. Acara main jarang sekali berhasil, selalu gagal, teman teman selalu punya acara sendiri, ga jadi karena ada yang nge date lah. Atau tiba tiba ga boleh sama orang tua nya lah. Seperti sore ini, saya udah fitting baju, siap siap mau berangkat lalu seorang teman sms saya, ‘eh mau pada jadi hari ini? Mening sabtu depan aja yu? K bazzar (sensor) lagian biar yang lain pada ikut’ aaahh bete kan, hari ini diem di rumah lagi. Yah akhirnya saya lempar sisir saya lagi. Lalu ga jelas.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu ahirnya saya terdampar lagi di kamar, dan saya menghabiskan waktu ga jelas di depan notebook, but believe it or not, saya menikmati nya. Well, post saya sekarang mungkin akan sedikit jujur2an tentang sesuatu hal ga jelas dan konyol tapi mengahsilkan tingkat pleasure yang sangat tinggi. Hahhaah&lt;br /&gt; Mungkin beberapa dari kalian juga mengalami kegiatan absurd ini, ketika hidup kayanya makin ga jelas dan ga ada juntrungan nya. (hahah well, its not that much).&lt;br /&gt;Ini lah kegiatan saya selama beberapa jam tadi di depan notebook, pertama saya akan membuka facebook saya. Yang sebenernya baru saya up date 2 jam yang lalu. Saya cari2 notification yang ge terlalu banyak berubah. Laluuu&lt;br /&gt;Lalu saya akan mencoba mencari profile orang2 ter-wanted di pikiran saya ahir ahir ini seperti kecengan saya, pacar kecengan saya, atau mungkin saya buka profile orang2 yang sudah lama lose contact sama saya. Terus pas dibuka, saya liat wall nya, saya mencoba cari tahu apa yang sedang mereka hadapi lewat up date status mereka, terus liat foto fotonya alay atau engga dan seterus nya seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo dipikir2 buat apa juga? Iya kan? Emang ini kerjaan paling ga penting dan hina menurut saya, karena saya terkesan gosip banget gitu pengen tau urusan orang lain. Tapi entah kenapa saya melakukan nya berkali kali setiap saya kurang kerjaan. yah, i call it pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu saya buka ym, liat icon friendlist saya, terus saya amati status mereka, kadang saya dapet quotes quotes bagus dari sana lalu saya kembangkan. (sedikit menyadur) tapi itu selalu saya lakukan ketika saya berhasil sign in k yahoo messenger.&lt;br /&gt;Ini bisa dibilang pleasure kan?&lt;br /&gt;Dan yang terakhir, saya akan buka webcam saya, ngaca sendiri, terus saya bandngkan dengan foto icon saya atau profile picture facebook saya, apakah sama? Atau kelihatan menipu? Holly shit! Sebenernya buat apa sih saya melakukan itu semua? Sesuatu yang ga berguna tapi kalo anda mencoba nya, pasti ketagihan. Hahhaa. Jujur, saya pengen merubah kebiasaan saya ini, ini weird, tapi bagaimana lagi, saya menikmati nya.&lt;br /&gt;Dan bahkan yang terahir, ini baru pertama kali saya lakukan, tapi ini lebih menyenangkan dari yang saya bayangkan. Saya buka profile picture seorang teman, well bisa saya sebut kecengan saya. Lalu rught click dan saya menyimpan foto itu di document. Dan itu menyenangkan, tapi apakah ini bisa saya sebut pleasure lagi? Dan di lakukan terus menerus? Oh please stop me before somebody knows that his picture get stolen! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nb; say hi for the people who has the same state with me about how to understood what pleasure is.&lt;br /&gt;its not a sin lady, its just a wrong way! hahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-6127566762113436974?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/6127566762113436974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=6127566762113436974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6127566762113436974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6127566762113436974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-i-call-it-pleasure.html' title='and i call it pleasure.'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/SmtOsGcxvOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5cKDkl3TUxY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-2927783047494136156</id><published>2009-07-21T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:04:34.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooltime. cooltime.'/><title type='text'>sebut saja lagi ini invasi</title><content type='html'>Hey semua, sekarang sudah hari selasa. Seperti yang saya  janjikan kemarin, saya bakal cerita tentang invasi teman teman saya yang berlanjut hari ini setelah kemarin jum’at sempat di pause. Well, i’m gonna right to the point saja ya. Yah setelah hiruk pikuk ricuh hari jum’at kemarin, akhirnya kita semua sudah tau siapa pelaku nya. Salah seorang dari geng sok cucok itu, yang juga punya pacar anak kelas 3! Wehey, sebut saja namanya gn, (lihat di part pertama kalian juga udah tau yaaa siapa itu) yah, si gn inilah yang mulutnya bau yang ngomong kelas 3 jangan belagu dan bla bla segala macem nya itu. Memang kami sudah menduga nya dari awal, yah secara dia keliatan paling cengos lah ya diantara yang lain. Okey, sekarang kita akan berlanjut ke kejadian tadi siang. Saya sehabis pulang sekolah langsung kabur ke kabel, yaa di kursi yang biasa kita sebut hot seat, (kursi husus anak2 kelas 3) sudah berkumpul banyak bgt temen2 saya. And must you knooow, anak kelas 3 mendominasi kantin belakang. Banyaaaak bgt lah asli! Saya duduk di hot seat sama teman teman, jujur saya merasa aura nya ga separah waktu hari jum’at.  Mungkin karena tempat dan waktu sudah sangat familiar, jadi ga terkesan serem. Apalagi si gn datang sama pacarnya, makin aja semua nya terlihat biasa. But lets check what will going next, si gn datang saya di suruh bubar dari hot seat dan pindah ke batem (tempat duduk di pinggir kantin) dan jelas saja, si gn jadi center of attention semua orang yang ada di kabel. Dan, seketika semua temen2 angkatan saya ngelilingin si hot seat itu. (mampus ga tuuh?) hahah. Yah lalu adu argumen pun dimulai, jujur kalo kata saya sih invasi bagian ini ga ada klimaks sekalipun banyak pendukung yang membuat suasana makin hot! Haha. Oh yah, mungkin salah satu yang kurang karena ada salah satu teman saya yang menjadi tim eksekusi datang nya telat (si eta rek bimbel kayanya) say hi untuk temen saya yang saya panggil sosik! Yah dia baru datang setelah kami adu argumen secara halus sama si gn, yaaah yang saya tangkap dari kejadian tadi adalah si gn bawa pengacara handal yaitu cowo nya sendiri untuk melindungi diri, yah bagaimana pun si pacar nya kan temen satu angkatan kita juga. Lalu ia juga memunculkan saksi, anak kelas 1 yang di part pertama saya sebut dia dengan telepon genggam. Dan ahirnya si sosik datang juga, si gn ahirnya memberikan poin bahwa yang ngomong emang dia, tapi ga pake embel embel ga lulus un.  Mungkin kalo kata kata itu terlontar pas hari jum’at kemarin, kata kata sanggahan atau apalah namanya bakal keluar cas cis sus dari mulut kita, tapi sekarang kita lebih diam dan bijaksana, kecuali si sosik ini, dia langsung bilang, “eh emang enak disuruh belajar? Jiga maneh sok diajar wae atuh euy” tapi Cuma segitu. Saya berharap dia bisa ngomong apalagi gitu yang lebih seru. Hahaha. (goblok). Dan ahirnya, semua berjalan semsetinya si gn minta maaf dan masalah selesai, ckckc. Ternyata bekingan itu memang perlu yah, apalagi kalo di bekingin sama pacar, udahlah amaaaan itu mah. Ya aman ya senang yah? Haha ko jadi curcol gini. Wkwk. Yah this is it, Cuma begitu kisah ini selesai. Memang tidak seharusnya juga sih ini semua berkepanjangan, secara kita idup berdampingan di 8 juga. Walaupun kalo di sisi saya yang lagi nulis postingan begini, pengen ada klimaks nya biar seru, tapi kalo saya di posisi tadi siang saya juga pengen nya begitu. Ya udahlah yah, daripada ntar makin seru urusan nya k bk kan lebih mampus? Hahah. Oke, see you on the next post. Semoga saya bisa mengalami hari hari seru lain nya, yang bisa saya bagi sama kalian. Sudah cukup lah haru biru nya, saya lemes juga kalo baca postingan yang bawah bawah. Oya, doakan saya juga supaya saya bisa bikin postingan cerita seru tentang love life, cucok kaaan? Hahah (maksudnya doain biar cepet dapet jodoh gituloh men) hahha. Udah ah, cukup sampai sekian. Titip salam sayang saya buat teman2 ’09-’10. kalian semua oke bangeeeet deeh! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-2927783047494136156?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/2927783047494136156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=2927783047494136156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2927783047494136156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2927783047494136156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/07/sebut-saja-lagi-ini-invasi.html' title='sebut saja lagi ini invasi'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-2089279664954103488</id><published>2009-07-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:41:34.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooltime. cooltime.'/><title type='text'>kami sebut ini invasi</title><content type='html'>Hello semua! Its been a long time sy ga nulis blog tentang sekolah yah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, firstly first i would like to tell you that now i’m already in the third grade!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha bangga nya jadi anak kelas 3. yah akhirnya saya ada di anti klimaks kehidupan sekolah, sekuel paling gaul dari semua jalan cerita kehidupan edukasi formal ya. Yah, tanggal 13 juni lalu saya resmi jadi senior sekolah. (secara kelas tiga gitulohh) dan waktu itu seperti biasa situasi tahun ajaran baru ada anak seragam putih biru dimana mana. Masa orientasi siswa, kini bagian saya yang ada di daerah kantin liatin anak kelas satu berjejer, ngegosipin siapa yang bakal jadi one hit wonder new commers, mungkin hal lumrah yang dilakukan ‘kaka kelas seperti biasa’ tapi santai, sy sekarang ga akan cerita lebih banyak lagi tentang kelas tiga baru saya ini. (sieun disebut balaga) hahaha. Tapi sekarang saya mau cerita tentang sedikit ‘riot’ yang saya bikin sendiri dengan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;teman teman satu angkatan&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;tapi mungkin lebih oke kalo saya mulai cerita dari awal mula kejadian jum'at siang tadi. waktu itu hari selasa kalo ga salah, anak kelas 1 lagi jadi jatah sasaran anak kelas 3. yah saya juga dulu ngalamin lah minta tanda tangan anak kelas 3, disuruh suruh anak2 kelas 3 segala macem demi sebuah tanda tangan. dan sekarang giliran angkatan saya untuk melakukan hal itu. menurut saksi saksi yang terpecaya kejadian memanas waktu seorang anak kelas tiga dimintai tanda tangan oleh anak kelas satu. si kelas tiga menyuruh si anak baru untuk meminta tanda tangan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seorang cewe cucok kelas dua dari salah satu geng gaul&lt;/span&gt; angkatan satu tahun dibawah kami itu. ehh pas diminta tanda tangan si cewe cucok itu malah nyuruh2 anak kelas satu biar dapat tanda tangan nya. asa artis wae euy! (hey hold on! dia belum waktunya! kita aja nunggu sampai kelas tiga buat melakukan ini itu) jujur, pasti teman2 saya yang melihat kejadian itu naik darah doong. langsung saja si anak kelas satu itu dipanggil balik sama teman saya, 'heh kamu bilang ke anak kelas 2 jangan nyuruh2 anak kelas satu jangan ikut2an lah. masih ada kelas tiga' kata teman saya pada si anak kelas satu itu. ya si anak kelas satu yang jadi perantara komunikasi layak nya telepon genggam itu pergi menghampiri si cewek cucok dan geng nya. lalu beberapa saat kemudian si anak kelas satu balik lagi ke teman saya, dan memberi tahu apa yang cewe2 cucok kelas 2 itu bilang '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kelas tiga jangan so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so belagu lu lah,udah belajar yang bener&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aja bisi ga lulus un&lt;/span&gt;' (kurang lebih kata2 nya begitu. sudah terlalu banyak versi, yang jelas ada kata kata belajar yang bener bisi ga lulus un) 'ANJIIING BERANIAN PISAN KELAS DUA' itu lah kata kata yang pasti refleks diucapkan temen temen saya satu angkatan saat berita itu sukses menyebar dalam waktu satu hari saja. jujur saya juga asa geleh sih mereka beranian pisaaaan ngmg gitu. baru juga jadi kelas 2 euy! hahaha. akhirnya teman teman satu angkatan saya memprovokasi satu sama lain buat labrak itu cewek2 so cucok kelas 2. hampir dari setiap kelas anak kelas tiga ada perwakilan nya, belum lagi dari kubu kubu geng dari angkatan saya, cewe cowo semua ikut deh invasi hantam rata anak kelas dua itu. well kita merasa tersinggung juga mereka berani bilang kita takut ga lulus un.jadi ini ga terlalu lebay juga kan kalo saya dan teman teman menyebut ini cari masalah sama satu angkatan? yah akhirnya hari kamis kemarin kita briefingan di tunal untuk menskenariokan acara besok nya. semua siap dan yang lain juga siap ikut untuk 'acara' ini semua semangat. jujur saya aja yang kesel sama mereka soal ini semangat bgt ngelabrak. tadinya jum'at tadi saya ga akan sekolah, tapi masa sy ga ikut acara angkatan begini? hahaha. dan akhirnya jum'at pagi saya datang ke sekolah. i'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saat datang k sekolah, saya ga yakin acara ini bakalan jadi, saya contact temen temen saya. setelah melihat demo ekskul di aula, saya diajak ke sebuah kelas teman saya. dan juga suruh ngasih tau anak2 yang lain untuk men'support' acara ini (hahaha bahasa nya gaya ya? bae lah, hajar aja lah yaaa.) kami kumpul disana, jujur ini rameee banggeeeeet! kami geng geng yang biasanya ga pernah ngumpul atau kelas kelas yang tadinya berkubu kubu bareng bareng di kelas itu. 'hayu sekarang aja. tarik weh anak anak nya. bawa ke kelas (sensor)' kata temen saya. saya yaki ada lebih dari 25 orang dari mana mana yang bergerombol ke kelas yang kami rencanakan. belum lagi datang temen temen yang lain yang satu angkatan juga dateng ikut labrak anak anak itu. yah kita sudah menyiapkan beberapa kursi tersangka di depan kelas, dan bangku bangku melingkar untuk anak anak kelas tiga nya. hahaha.cukup lama untuk berhasil menggiring mereka datang ke kelas itu, well saya akan memepersingkat cerita karena saya udah ga tahan menceritakan klimaks acara ini. tak diduga anak anak cowok yang keliatan ga terlalu care sama masalah ini juga ikut andil meeen! dan akhirnya empat tersangka itu datang. wehey, pertama pertama mereka datang kami tepuk tangan. ngeliatin mereka sinis banget dari atas sampe bawah, 'oh jadi ini anak nya' 'balaga pisan euy' semuanya sahut sahutan. kami bikin forum menskenariokan mereka sebagai tersangka nya, dan kami yang keroyokan. mungkin lebih dari 45 orang ada di kelas itu tadi duduk di depan mereka, jadi semuanya terlihat sadis. anak anak cewe termasuk saya duduk di barisan depan, pasang muka sinis, tampang so manis depan geng gaul itu. terus anak anak cowo yang ada di belakang cewe cewe, lalu tim jackpot yang siap jadi frontman duduk di bawah dekat kursi mereka siap hantam rata. (anjis serem pisan lah poko nya mah) oiya, mari kita sebut mereka ayu, gita, gina, dan saya gatau satu lagi nama nya pokonya si itu lah. sebut saja namanya ica kalo ga salah. (saking nasteung nya sampai lupa siapa yang dilabrak teh?) mereka semua tegang banget, lalu salah seorang dari kami bertanya. yah karena plot terlalu panjang dan terlalu banyak pemeran nya, saya bikin aja sedikit dialog nya nih.&lt;br /&gt;'kalian ngerasa ada yang salah ga makanya dibawa kesini'&lt;br /&gt;lalu diam.&lt;br /&gt;'ngerasa ga?'&lt;br /&gt;'oh mungkin masalah yang kemarin yang nyuruh anak anak kelas satu yah teh'&lt;br /&gt;'pinteeeeerrrr' (ngmg pinter tapi muka sinis tea)&lt;br /&gt;lalu kami memulai nanyain mereka tentang pernyataaan mereka selasa lalu itu.&lt;br /&gt;'ngaku aja anjing! jangan so so suci lah maneh'&lt;br /&gt;'maneh mau kelas tiga ga lulus semua anjing? lebih ga akan tenang hidup maneh disini'&lt;br /&gt;(weheeeey bahaya berat kan obrolan nya, da emang pikasebelen sih)&lt;br /&gt;'jujur yah kelas tiga kesinggung kalian ngmg kaya gitu? maksudnya apa anjing'&lt;br /&gt;'gini nih kalo angkatan yang di mos nya lembek teh'&lt;br /&gt;'teu ngahargaan pisan atuh euy'&lt;br /&gt;si anak anak itu cuma diam nangis, najis lah pokonya mah.&lt;br /&gt;dan percaya ga mereka ga ngaku dong? padahal udah banyak saksi kunci. wah wah beranian sekali yah mereka. ckckckck. makin aja kita kita naik darah.&lt;br /&gt;'udah ngaku aja atuh, hese pisan euy. lebih ga ngaku maneh ga akan tenang hidup disini, masih 12 bulan lagi euy ada kelas tiga teh'&lt;br /&gt;'tong loba acting ceurik lah anjing'&lt;br /&gt;lalu si tersanka berkata, 'sumpah demi alloh teh.. bukan saya..'&lt;br /&gt;kata kata itu langsung saja di cut habis sama anak anak, 'jangan bawa bawa allah lah'&lt;br /&gt;'maneh so suci pisan anjing!'&lt;br /&gt;huhuuuu pokonya parah deeeh. dan perdebatan alot itu akhirnya menemukan tersangka asli, ya ternyata si ayu dan si ica g bersalah, si 2 yang lain yang emang cengos pelakunya. (walaupun saya juga g terlalu setuju sih, secara si ayu itu yang so cantik asa artis dimintain tanda tangan)&lt;br /&gt;tapi si anak dua itu tetep aja ga mau ngaku, dasar gilaaaa. dan perdebatan di pause dengan syarat begini. 'kalo bukan maneh pelaku nya, maneh harus bawa pelakunya. maneh datang ke kabel pulang sekolah hari selasa, kalo ga datang awas aja anjing!'&lt;br /&gt;hahahah akhirnya kejadian tadi selesai dengan kata kata begitu. yah ini to be continue sampai selasa. mau tau kelanjutan ceritanya? saya akan buat part dua nya kok. santai ajaaaa. jujur saya excited sekali dengan acara ini, sumpah rame pisaaaan! anak kelas tiga jadi nyatu, oke banget lah. walaupun kita mengorbankan anak kelas dua demi persatuan anak kelas tiga. ah lagian suruh siapa baru juga jadi kelas dua udah belagu. hahaha. okey, nanti saya akan post yang bagian hari selalsa yah. saya juga agak ga sabar nih! hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cerita, kata kata, pelaku, ini semua hanya posting blog biasa. mohon maaf kalo ada yang trsinggung atau malah merasa saya apeu pisan. yah maaf. memang begitu keadaanya. hahah. adios amigosss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-2089279664954103488?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/2089279664954103488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=2089279664954103488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2089279664954103488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2089279664954103488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/07/kami-sebut-ini-invasi.html' title='kami sebut ini invasi'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-7418215789912537332</id><published>2009-06-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:02:46.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovethings'/><title type='text'>so long, mr. sadness!</title><content type='html'>good morning everyone.&lt;br /&gt;saya bangun agak telat hari ini, tadi malam sampai larut malam, sesuatu membuat saya berhasil melek sampai jam 2 pagi. mungkin posting saya ahir ahir ini sudah bisa menjawab nya semua. ya, 3 bulan terakhir saya terserang broken heart sangat hebat akibat broke up sama seseorang yang tidak perlu saya sebutkan namanya, seseorang yang pada januari lalu saya sebut dengan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stranger i really like&lt;/span&gt;, lalu saya sebut dia dengan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sugar &lt;/span&gt;di bulan ke 2 dan ke 3. dan sekarang saya panggil dia &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mr.sadness.&lt;/span&gt;ya, kalau di bilang true love saya juga ga tau, kalo di bilang di most unforgetable, maybe he is the man. tapi ya sudah lah sudah, toh ahirnya semua berakhir juga lewat short message service tanggal 27 maret lalu, walaupun efeknya masih terasa sangat hebat sampai sekarang. tapi yang sudah selesai memang sudah selesai saja kan? there's no life remaining in 'try again' level. dia dari awal sudah menemukan jalan, dan saya yang masih jalan di temppat. but its all enough, sudah 3 bulan dan nothing. sudah seharusnya saya membuat ini jadi bagian dari film hidup saya, (walaupun saya masih berpikir untuk mencari tombol rewind) dan saya yakin theres always a best way out of this worst matter. sudah seharusnya saya bilang semua ini, so yesterday and so long! sekalipun yaa saya memang tidak mencari &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sugar sugar lain&lt;/span&gt; dalam waktu dekat, saya dalam recovery, dan so long sadness. (i have nothing more to say)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-7418215789912537332?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/7418215789912537332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=7418215789912537332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/7418215789912537332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/7418215789912537332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-long-mr-sadness.html' title='so long, mr. sadness!'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-2100462238838966602</id><published>2009-06-18T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:39:27.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovethings'/><title type='text'>i hope this what the point is</title><content type='html'>hey he’s just too far, he’s already gone.&lt;br /&gt;And guess that he would never remember me again.&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s cute already steal his mind, somebody must be have more than i.&lt;br /&gt;And i wishper, ‘No use for a fret, everybody has aturn to do that, and maybe he is the lucky one to take a turn more than i can take’&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how he is, He is cute, he has skill, he’s got everything to take the breath away&lt;br /&gt;And maybe i just cant take my breath back before he leave&lt;br /&gt;that’s why i keep my imagination for bring him back. To take it to the scratch again, to welcome the memory come back, at least what i aim is to catch my breath that he took, to put the memories on they’re day again.&lt;br /&gt;I plead somebody connect me back into reality, to tell to my face that he’s running too far to catch, too hard to chase.&lt;br /&gt;But the things that he gave is just too nice to forget over. I dont even care wheather its just one of the skill that people told me or not but he has been the one who make my day turn brighter for many times.&lt;br /&gt;I realize how i was so silly and snivel or fool to remind him in many single times.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes rain, there i will remember how many times he cancelled his go home than how i was so glad to make the chat longer.&lt;br /&gt;Or when it comes Friday, there i will remember how many times he picked me up from school for even just going home.&lt;br /&gt;But it was beeing some kind of the most sweet things that i ever had. And i’m still remember that till now, while maybe in the mean time he’s mind was already took over by that cuter girl, and i bet she’s got more.&lt;br /&gt;Well, its just already over. The time is already up for months ago. The things was so yesterday to left it on the box as i supposed to do just what i did it many times for the other boy i ever got.&lt;br /&gt;He’s just a coincidence, he’s just a handsome guy on the lift, he’s just a man on the street who raised his hand. Now, he’s just it. Exactly it.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha i guess if only he read this thing, he’s just laugh it out and wonder how i was so green in love to remember this ‘expired’ things in a silly way.&lt;br /&gt;In a silly way that i love the most, and i try to make it up to the date by remembering it many times after its getting less each day. And there they go earlier, i wish somebody wake me up and turn my day brighter. I wish i could find the cuter boy near my gate again, or sweeter boy on the next song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or maybe the same boy, the ‘it’ boy in the other date. The other january. The other lift. The other story. The other love song. The better me who still have some to love.&lt;br /&gt;(fool-me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-2100462238838966602?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/2100462238838966602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=2100462238838966602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2100462238838966602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2100462238838966602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hope-this-what-point-is.html' title='i hope this what the point is'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-5865380001405777613</id><published>2009-05-08T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:57:40.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovethings'/><title type='text'>at the end, you may belong to someone else</title><content type='html'>you really really done with me and maybe i dont have to make sure about it.&lt;br /&gt;you really really get your self free and maybe i dont have to ask you a question about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then heres the yesterday goes. where the end has no end to me, and the end has a new start to you.&lt;br /&gt;here maybe i find you belong to someone else and no body has a great hit for even just wash away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;then here tonight i guess somebody hurt you and you wrote that youre going home.&lt;br /&gt;then here i dreamt that i have a turn to own you maybe you dont have to worry because i wont letting you down.&lt;br /&gt;the way has many way to get us anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm still put my bow to ground, hopping the way take us to somewhere. to give me a turn, just to see your face again and then let you know that somebody's here put so much care about you, and wont let you crash the ground,&lt;br /&gt;here to love you more than anyone else before.&lt;br /&gt;as we used to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still you i cant replace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-5865380001405777613?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/5865380001405777613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=5865380001405777613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/5865380001405777613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/5865380001405777613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-end-you-may-belong-to-someone-else.html' title='at the end, you may belong to someone else'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-4143234129746387393</id><published>2009-04-21T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:46:22.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovethings'/><title type='text'>you are a coincidence</title><content type='html'>remain your memories once again.&lt;br /&gt;remember the first time we met?&lt;br /&gt;boy i still remember your dark blue polo and that jeans you wear when finally we meet in the eye in a rushed. in a countdown 3,2,1 on that hospital lift. even none of us say any words, than the next we left and talk on the messenger about that coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we finally left from that coincidence to many loveliest incidence i ever find before. you are awsome and you'd be the one i only see, till now.&lt;br /&gt;when maybe the time is already up. somebody hold you warmer than i do, somebody more enchants you than i can do,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it is yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you are still a coincidence, and i finaly see you again from the bus, and i finaly find you wave your hand to me and feel that shock moment again. in anyother coincidence. you wear your brown jacket that you used to wear, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still remembering you, what you wear, and all the coincidence, i love the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-4143234129746387393?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/4143234129746387393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-8662991757408476147</id><published>2009-04-10T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:11:08.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovethings'/><title type='text'>when losing him still one of a nice part from him</title><content type='html'>and now maybe his too far gone. left me behind with sobbed. maybe this is the hardest part when crying such a nice thing to take. when pastgazing such an easy thing to get.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i'm just one of many&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i'm just too ordinary&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i'm just too weak to get him out&lt;br /&gt;hey sugar. remember when its about 07.00 pm in that living room? when much affection crawling down to both of us then a few hour you put your jacket on. called me fatty before you leave?&lt;br /&gt;so that was the last time i saw your face as my man.&lt;br /&gt;this maybe one of many nights i've been too blind with this incredible brokenhearted.&lt;br /&gt;and there will be too many story at the end of this lovely history.&lt;br /&gt;when losing you still one of your part to adore. when the joy comes with tears and remind about you.&lt;br /&gt;theres no other you. and you'll be the one i only couldnt replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight, i'm still drawn with this brokenhearted, your love songs, and a bunch of your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you'll be there next to my gate, call me fatty, listen to those love songs. as we used to do.&lt;br /&gt;as we used to do with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-8662991757408476147?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-770592432166097123</id><published>2009-01-23T01:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:42:51.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things called love'/><title type='text'>this is the begining. this is where i dont wanna stop.</title><content type='html'>call me when you're on. and i'll hanging up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;its so incredible when i finally find a boy like you.&lt;br /&gt;and we're get along so well too fast.&lt;br /&gt;lets go to the cinema, then zoo, then any place where we wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;and everytime we do, it'll be heaven for us to do.&lt;br /&gt;i really like the way you tell me so, i really like the way you call me,&lt;br /&gt;i really like everything.&lt;br /&gt;and the first time you stayed in my living room, tell me everything behind.&lt;br /&gt;introduce to my mom, you were so good to be owned.&lt;br /&gt;left your heart to be mine, and i will give you everything mine.&lt;br /&gt;my heart is fully yours. ;)&lt;br /&gt;so this is the begining when the next day you'd stay in that living room again, you'd wait in my schoolgate again.&lt;br /&gt;and i love everything when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;this is where the begining, when i love you more than i loved anyone else before.&lt;br /&gt;this is the begining when i dont wanna stop to own you as my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. really love you nan! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-770592432166097123?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/770592432166097123/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-6090435556495136126</id><published>2009-01-04T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:05:48.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things called love'/><title type='text'>stranger- i really like</title><content type='html'>Start with R&lt;br /&gt;ends with N&lt;br /&gt;riznan ;)&lt;br /&gt;really like you and everything we spend together! Hope it would be a good last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-6090435556495136126?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/6090435556495136126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=6090435556495136126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6090435556495136126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6090435556495136126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2009/01/stranger-i-really-like.html' title='stranger- i really like'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-5403272081144042858</id><published>2008-11-28T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:53:10.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totally painless'/><title type='text'>this new chapter, this is heaven!</title><content type='html'>why do u wait me for so long?&lt;br /&gt;why dont u did that along?&lt;br /&gt;why do we meet and stay?&lt;br /&gt;then u acted like a mate, like a bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;then u said that u love me, when i love somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it ended, and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're so close today.&lt;br /&gt;I'll choose one. and you would.&lt;br /&gt;we're gaining speed.&lt;br /&gt;till i can't breath. and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;this is heaven when u close to me.&lt;br /&gt;this is heaven when u care to me.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like you anyway, i like you to close to me, i even like you're late watch, you're weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chapter is heaven to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halo Totally Painless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-5403272081144042858?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/5403272081144042858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-6923882327229659742</id><published>2008-11-28T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:49:27.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a thing called love.'/><title type='text'>so long, move along</title><content type='html'>u put me down to ground.&lt;br /&gt;then fly me up to sky.&lt;br /&gt;then u fly me, u make me down.&lt;br /&gt;its really alright. i adore you, and really do.&lt;br /&gt;but every body has the way to choose one.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think u can do.&lt;br /&gt;i adore u, i like ur phone calls, i like to keep in touch with you. and i will make it true.&lt;br /&gt;but i can only choose one.&lt;br /&gt;and it won't be you.&lt;br /&gt;i adore you, and really do.&lt;br /&gt;but u can only choose one.&lt;br /&gt;and it won't be me.&lt;br /&gt;we're so close but too far. we have to stop when too deep.&lt;br /&gt;i'll move along. move along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-6923882327229659742?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/6923882327229659742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=6923882327229659742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6923882327229659742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6923882327229659742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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versus.&lt;br /&gt;then the next stage wouldnt be yours.&lt;br /&gt;we're just game over.&lt;br /&gt;all over.&lt;br /&gt;if love is just a toy to me as like u say.&lt;br /&gt;i made u as my boy.&lt;br /&gt;then u wouldnt be there again to play.&lt;br /&gt;the toy has broke and we're get over.&lt;br /&gt;we are done. done to me. done to you.&lt;br /&gt;love is fairplay even we dont even know what fairplay love is like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-5457476203343061315?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/5457476203343061315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=5457476203343061315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>too far to stop</title><content type='html'>gaze at the star alone.&lt;br /&gt;nobody there.&lt;br /&gt;and u never care for me.&lt;br /&gt;alone in the deep cold and rain.&lt;br /&gt;hope somebody here.&lt;br /&gt;exceedingly wet and cold stay here.&lt;br /&gt;then u never care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-4033083230421635726?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/4033083230421635726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=4033083230421635726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/4033083230421635726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/4033083230421635726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-far-to-stop_20.html' title='too far to stop'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-3462736925630269155</id><published>2008-11-01T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:54:03.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>these words all i want to say</title><content type='html'>i wanna love you and i try to.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna love you but i dont know if i can.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna love you and i still try to.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know if i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-3462736925630269155?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/3462736925630269155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=3462736925630269155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/3462736925630269155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/3462736925630269155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-words-all-i-want-to-say.html' title='these words all i want to say'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-7697543411650265072</id><published>2008-11-01T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:43:29.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a thing called love'/><title type='text'>aga aneh saya sedih</title><content type='html'>sore hari sabtu. rumah saya sepi seperti biasa, saya memutuskan untuk diam d kamar. tiduran atau apalah, yang penting pusing saya hilang dari kebiasaan hectic 5 hari sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;suara kendaraan dan pintu pagar yg terbuka, saya sadar kaka perempuan saya datang. ya, baru sekitar satu bulan yg lalu dia pindah rumah bersama suaminya ke daerah yg agak jauh dr rumah saya. walaupun masih wilayah bandung. mungkin sekitar sebulan itu juga saya tidak melihat dia sekedar nonton tv dan santai bareng d ruang tv.&lt;br /&gt;saya lgsg keluar kamar, menghampirinya di kamar nya dulu. saya tau dia tidak akan lama d rumah. saya lihat dia mengemas sisa baju yg ia tinggalkan d rumah. ia menengok k arah saya, seharusnya saya biasa saja. toh dia ga pergi jauh, saya bisa menemui dia tiap hari dan tinggal minta jemput kalau saya mau nginep d rumahnya. tpi knapa mata saya aga pedih melihat dia mengemas brg nya. 'sini sayang' katanya setelah melihat saya ada d pintu, saya cuma duduk di ujung tempat tdur nya saat kaka saya hampir selesai mengemas baju nya. 'mau kemana lg teh?' tanya saya padanya. 'pulang lg de, ke rumah. msh byk kerjaan.' katanya.&lt;br /&gt;ya memang seharusnya dia pulang lg k rumah barunya kan?&lt;br /&gt;tapi saya ga bisa menahan sedih. ya, memang selama saya bersama dia, mungkin kali ini saya menikmati berada satu ruangan dengan nya. kami sama2 merebah d tempat tidurnya, ia memberikan beberapa pesan sama saya. tidak seperti biasanya, ketika kita sama2 merebah dtempat tidurnya. saya selalu berhasil membuat dia marah, karena hal hal kecil seperti bungkus chiki yg saya taruh dimana saja, atau apalah.&lt;br /&gt;saya sedih sekali ketika dia memeluk saya. mencium kening saya. lalu pulang k rumah barunya. entah kenapa saya sedih sekali. saya kembali sadar, ketika dia ada seperti biasanya. berkeliaran d rumah. maka saya menganggap dia biasa saja, kaka saya yg suka ngajak berantem. tapi ketika dia hilang dari keseharian saya, saya sedih sekali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-7697543411650265072?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/7697543411650265072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=7697543411650265072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/7697543411650265072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/7697543411650265072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/11/aga-aneh-saya-sedih.html' title='aga aneh saya sedih'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-4355906556333671520</id><published>2008-10-25T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:14:58.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things called love'/><title type='text'>the begining is the end</title><content type='html'>i have to get back get to when it starts.&lt;br /&gt;before it begin and before it couldnt stop.&lt;br /&gt;i have to find you then tell you.&lt;br /&gt;before i only could write it down and just spread it all arround.&lt;br /&gt;i have to find you then tell you.&lt;br /&gt;before it already stop and it already done.&lt;br /&gt;I have to find you then tell that you are who i mean to.&lt;br /&gt;that you are who i needed.&lt;br /&gt;that you are who i wanted. &lt;br /&gt;but it already couldnt stop.&lt;br /&gt;already begin. then any other already done.&lt;br /&gt;and i just could write it down, spread it all arround.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to-coldplay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-4355906556333671520?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/4355906556333671520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=4355906556333671520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/4355906556333671520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang teman saya adalah perempuan cantik dan populer. lalu pacarnya. teman sekelas nya yg entah siapa namanya, dengan tampang yang biasa saja. dan pemarah.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kenapa teman saya bisa saja menangis tiba2 ketika ia bertengkar, padahal ia bisa mendapatkan laki2 yg lbh baik dr pcrnya.&lt;br /&gt;lalu kenapa dy bertahan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu saya adalah perempuan hebat yang memiliki 3 anak, 2 anaknya sudah membahagiakan dia.&lt;br /&gt;lalu kenapa dia bertahan dengan saya yang hanya bisa membuat nya marah dan pusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibu saya adalah orang yg hebat, ia bisa bertahan menghadapi kehidupan rumah tangganya.&lt;br /&gt;tapi apa sebabnya ia bisa bertahan 30 tahun dengan bapak saya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kenapa eva brown bisa bertahan dengan hitler yang kejam? &lt;br /&gt;lalu kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;lalu kenapa mereka bertahan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why do i can stay for something that never be true?&lt;div 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diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-8808996016641060361</id><published>2008-10-11T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:26:43.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things called love'/><title type='text'>i really love your voice on the phone</title><content type='html'>saturday afternon, u call me up.&lt;br /&gt;i really like how u introduce ur self.&lt;br /&gt;i really like how u ask me a question.&lt;br /&gt;i really like those 27 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;and i like ur next phone call.&lt;br /&gt;i really like you. mr.slump&lt;div 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diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-838571491839925836</id><published>2008-10-05T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:41:26.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>many ways of nowhere</title><content type='html'>so this is what im looking for so long. at once, i realized being somekind of what i want isnt that good.&lt;br /&gt;somebody has kicked me out, than remind me that the time will prove what God consider it good.&lt;br /&gt;then what had happened was just what i beg to god for something, and know god has answer.&lt;br /&gt;i stare straight to somebody i never known but he puts me a big hope to be true. and somebody behind me scream for me to looking back. then back. and so many ways take me to one dream. but the answer still nowhere. im going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;many ways expect me to walk. but no way have an answer i really need.&lt;br /&gt;im just going nowhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-838571491839925836?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/838571491839925836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=838571491839925836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/838571491839925836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/838571491839925836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/10/many-ways-of-nowhere.html' title='many ways of nowhere'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-2565091577324742657</id><published>2008-09-03T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:20:57.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a big crush'/><title type='text'>like u more :)</title><content type='html'>let me tell u the story about this game, and i'm the one who played.&lt;br /&gt;can u see the light on my face when u gave me all these embrace&lt;br /&gt;yes u really take me high and blow my mind. baby please, say that again, say like u give me the unique name for call, give me the question, pay me u'r attention.&lt;br /&gt;just stay closer and give me some space. i wouldnt ask u a question, i would just wait and i like u more. say that i aint dreaming when future give me your name for my last name.then u'll be my mister. maybe the game wasnt be there yet, the play is still here but going to the next stage. hey boy, please dont go, i'll make u as my hint and the next stage would be yours.  baby could you see the sign? when i try to call u again and again and u came release the pain.the distance look so far but my mind isnt that far. stay with me, and be mine&lt;br /&gt;hey boy, i like u more i like u more, please tell me the truth that u like me more :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-2565091577324742657?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/2565091577324742657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=2565091577324742657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2565091577324742657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2565091577324742657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-u-more.html' title='like u more :)'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Cukup ucapan selamat hampir dari semua orang yg saya kenal. Dan itu membuat saya senang sebelum jam dua belas malam kemarin. Tapi pikiran saya melayang sejak jam 7 malam, saat saya menaiki angkot menuju rumah. Sehabis les spesial di hari spesial, haha. Perjalanan ini seharusnya biasa saja, melewati pertokoan, kawasan urban, jalan masuk k rumah seorang teman. Yah biasa. Tapi hari ini hari ulang tahun saya, sudah seharusnya perjalanan ini spesial dan penuh makna bukan? Awal pertama saya masuk angkot jarang penumpang itu, saya disambut seorang ibu, pengasuh dan anaknya. Entah apa yg menarik perhatian s anak, tapi dia memanggil saya, 'teteh' mungkin anak ini pandai bersosialisasi, pikir saya. Langsung saja saya lempar senyum padanya. Anak itu cukup lucu, mungkin umur nya sekitar 2 atau 3 tahun. Saya juga menanyakan namanya, yah. Setidaknya saya terhibur dengan ada nya anak ini, kami jadi saling kenal. Hal yg unordinary walau tidak bisa disebut extraordinary, mereka turun di sebrang sebuah pertokoan swalayan besar. Haha, sebenarny saya ingin mengucapkan bye pada s anak, tapi disini indonesia. Pasti saat turun mereka sudah lupa saya, dan lupa mengucapkan bye. Haha. Jadi saya diamkan, tapi. Setelah mereka keluar, si ibu melempar senyum dan mengajak si anak melambai tangan pada saya. Hey! Saat itu juga saya menemukan sebuah makna yg seharusny sudah saya mengerti  d usia saya yang 2 windu ini, si ibu. Dan si anak itu telah membuka mata saya, bahwa saya tidak boleh men-judge sesuatu sebelah mata, tidak semua orang itu lupa akan hal hal kecil. Tidak semua kejadian akan berakhir seperti yg kita kira. Ketika si ibu membantu si anak melambaikan tangan pada saya, saya teringat ibu saya, ternyata semua ibu selalu mengajarkan anaknya kebaikan, walaupun si anak enggan bahkan tidak mengerti apa maksudnya. Yah, baru saya sadari saya sudah terlalu banyak berdosa pada mamah. Mamah pasti mengajarkan saya kebaikan yang sebenarnya belum saya mengerti maknanya. Mungkin bedanya saya sudah sering melawan dan si anak kecil tadi tidak. Dan berbagai pikiran pikiran kecil diotak saya yg seharusnya sudah saya maknai dari dulu. Yah, inilah sebuah pelajaran tgl 2008 2008, di perjalanan saya yg tidak biasa. Sebuah makna hidup baru di usia 2 windu. Saya tidak seharusnya&lt;br /&gt;Saya berprasangka buruk bahkan menganggap semua orang sama. Ternyata masih byk orang yang perduli, dan seharusnya saya juga. Dan jutaan rasa cinta baru untuk ibu saya, yg mengajarkan kebaikan kebaikan yg akan saya pahami kelak.&lt;br /&gt;Hey 16 years old! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-6055132420696440238?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/6055132420696440238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=6055132420696440238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6055132420696440238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6055132420696440238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/08/perjalanan-2008-2008.html' title='perjalanan 2008-2008'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-988720723830083872</id><published>2008-08-18T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:34:42.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School life'/><title type='text'>sophomore. Hell yeah!</title><content type='html'>Hello guys! Haha. Its been a long time i never wrote this kind of thing. Haha. Yayaya. Sekarang saya sudah kelas 2 sma. Dan blog ini juga akan menceritakan hal baru yg jadi part ter oke di sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well, ahirnya saya terjeblos masuk ke jurusan ipa. Sebuah pilihan setengah matang yg terkadang membuat sy jadi stres. Tapi, skrg saya tidak akan membahas itu. Toh nasi sudah jadi bubur. Sudah tidak akan bisa kita buat jadi pasta atau spagheti kn? Haha. Saya skg akan menceritakan hari2 saya sebagai anak kelas 2 sma. Haha. Unexpected moment that really really cool! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Saya akan memulai cerita keseharian saya yg sangat asil ahir2 ini. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Pagi hari, saya skrg lbh memutuskan untuk datang pagi, karena beberapa alasan. Pertama, biar ga kena razia rok. Kedua, karena teman2 dekat saya tidak ada yg 1kelas sama saya, jadi saya perlu waktu lbh byk untuk bergosip sama mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Pagi buta, saya sudah dtang. Online, atau sms akan membawa saya ketemu teman2 dan sdikit gosip pagi hari. Bel bunyi, sy msuk kelas. Berhubung saya murid kelas sains, pelajaran pertama selalu di pegang oleh pelajaran eksak yg membuat sy duduk diam ber jam jam. Jadi saya sudah kompak sama teman sekelas, untuk nge roll rambut. Hingga bel istrhat. Rambut saya udah oke untuk nongkrong di kantin. Haha. Saya biasa nongkrong disana sama teman2, gosip. Curhat. Haha. Lalu, setelah istrahat. Ada 3 kemungkinan yg bisa terjadi, kalo pelajaran ny penting ya masuk. Kalo engga.. Hmm. Saya bahas sama teman sekelas, kalo mereka setuju. Kita ga masuk semua, memperpanjang istirahat sampai istirahat ke 2. Kalo ga sepakat. Saya cari temen yg males blajar, lalu memperpanjang sesi curhat sampai azan dzuhur. Ada sobat saya yg gawe nya mbal dari istirahat pertama sampai balik sekolah. Haha. Parah dy. Jadi, kalo saya males. Yah. Dy pasti jadi teman gosip saya sampai siang. Tapi tenang, saya ga melakukan ny tiap hari. Paling ketika jam jam jenuh pertengahan minggu saat sains membuat otak saya sesak. Hahaha. Lalu setelah istirahat ke dua, balik ke kelas. Mendengarkan guru sambil yman. Atau buka fs. Menunggu bel pulang. Haha. Hal ini tidak pernah membuat saya bosan. Karena, anak2 kompak. Hahaha. Kami melakukan ny bareng bareng. Haha. Sebenarny terlihat konyol, tapi jika kalian rasakan sendiri. This is the best part!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-988720723830083872?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/988720723830083872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=988720723830083872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/988720723830083872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/988720723830083872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/08/sophomore-hell-yeah_18.html' title='sophomore. Hell yeah!'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-7180216041792873194</id><published>2008-08-06T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T02:54:05.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world today.'/><title type='text'>peace sells, but noone buy it!</title><content type='html'>Saat itu pelajaran kimia, saat saya disuruh untuk membuat kelompok, saya berdiri, menduduki kursi pojok yg sblumnya belum pernah saya tempati. teman teman saya mulai bercanda dengan vandalisme di meja meja, lalu pikiran saya berhenti ketika saya membaca sebuah vandal, bertuliskan 'peace sells but noone buy it' tulisan ny memang agak usang, di tulis dengan tipe-x gaya hurufny anak perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;saya aga tersentak dan mulai melupakan pelajaran kimia, 'siapapun yg menulis ini. saya yakin dy orang yg sangat kritis dengan keadaan dunia atau bahkan mungkin dy cuma orang pusing yg tiba2 saja menuliskan apa yg terlintas dipikiran nya.' pikir saya. haha. otak saya mulai mengkritisi kata kata vandal itu,&lt;br /&gt;yah.hal dalam vandal itu memang terjadi. Perdamaian sudah dijual dimana mana, perdamaian bahkan sudah menjadi barang komersil sehari hari. Tapi apa yg sebetulnya para konsumen beli? Mereka hanya membeli kaosnya, mereka hanya membeli tas nya. mereka hanya membeli trend, tanpa membeli pesan yang terkandung dalam tulisan 'stop war' 'anti violence' 'fight child abuse' yang mereka pampang d kaos mereka, atau yang mereka tulis d tas mereka, atau bahkan produsen nya pun hanya menyisipkan tulisan itu untuk keuntungan semata, sama seperti ia menyisipkan nama penyanyi dangdut d kaos mereka yang mungkin akan digemari pasaran konsumen nanti, seperti mengikuti pasaran konsumen masa kini yang bersikap seolah sangat kritis, padahal ia bahkan tidak mengerti apa makna dari 'child abuse' itu sendiri. haga. mungkin saya hanya seorang anak remaja yang juga dianggap bersikap so' kritis dengan menulis blog macam ini. saya sangat meminta maaf apabila ada ketidaknyamanan dalam blog ini, saya cuma ingin menyampaikan keluhan dari harapan saya ketika saya melihat begitu banyak orang memakai slogan damai, tetapi berita masih saja menyampaikan hal hal yang bersahabat dengan kekerasan, bahkan lebih gila dari sebelumnya. saya cuma bercerita. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-7180216041792873194?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/7180216041792873194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=7180216041792873194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/7180216041792873194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/7180216041792873194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/08/peace-sells-but-noone-buy-it.html' title='peace sells, but noone buy it!'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-7078667400425958392</id><published>2008-07-23T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:10:26.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a big crush'/><title type='text'>i have a thing with. who? :p</title><content type='html'>haha. untuk blog kali ini. mungkin saya aga curhat colongan.&lt;br /&gt;but its ok right? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah. malam yg amat biasa saat saya signing in yahoo, dan mulai pasang status so' so' galau. Haha. lalu mulai have a flat chat bersama orang2 di friendlist dan juga s teman saya yg selalu contact dmanapun ada ksmptn termasuk d ym. yah ym tempat kita curhat yg aneh2. haha. [syndicate selalo]&lt;br /&gt;yah biasa, semua sangat flat. flat juga dgn obrolan mamah tiap saya online, 'de, online jgn lama2 ya sayang' haha. yaya selalu begitu. dan stelah jam 9 saya kabur ke kamar bilang ny tidur. padahal terus online atw buka blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oke, kembali ke malam itu. saya chat dgn beberapa orang sebelum si.. yah. well, i have to tell that i have a crush  on my senior. he's already graduate now. Just call him mr.ups! and then. yah. tidak biasanya dy nyapa saya! wow. yah my eyes a little bit sparkling when i see who's say hi. dan saya chat sama dia. dengan kendala delay di application. yah, jelas saja saya lgsg ngobrol sama teman saya,&lt;br /&gt;'sel. s mr.ups! Nyapa! hahaha senang'&lt;br /&gt;'wahwah? haha. yman dng? Hm. gaul lo.' katanya.&lt;br /&gt;saya chat sama dia, dan hari it dy blg kalau dy mau lburan. saya nitip pasir pantai. and he say yes. hm. saya seneng bgt. haha. apalagi besoknya si temen saya iseng nitip salam, dasar gila! sekalipun reply nya oke juga. haha&lt;br /&gt;well. i just wanna enjoy the thing. saya mungkin ga mengharap lebih, i dont even think he feel the same thing. tapi dia cukup bikin beberapa hari ini lebih tasty dan menggigit. even i'm just talk to him on messenger. But i really love it.&lt;br /&gt;saya kembali pasang lagu2 falling in love di playlist yang udah lama saya ganti dengan lagu2 haru biru. haha.&lt;br /&gt;saya jadi pastgazing when the last time i feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;haha. tapi saya tetep wish, mdah2an nanti saya bisa bikin blog lagi tentang dia, tapi dgn status dan topik yg lebih dari skedar crush on. (have a big thing, maybe?) haha. i hope so. well thats it. mudah2an wish saya terkabul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soundtrack lyrics; oh no! i think i'm in love with u. - mocca, saya lupa judulnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; thank u mr.ups! haha. i have a thing with u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-7078667400425958392?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/7078667400425958392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=7078667400425958392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/7078667400425958392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/7078667400425958392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-thing-with-who-p.html' title='i have a thing with. who? :p'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-8692787348155240253</id><published>2008-07-18T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:47:12.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='without any single message hide.'/><title type='text'>just to remind.</title><content type='html'>hai semua. sengaja malam ini saya bikin 2 arsip sekaligus setelah saya dgr lagu vertical horizon yg best ever had.&lt;br /&gt;well, i actually havent introduce what's the idea yet.&lt;br /&gt;yah. Hari ini saya ingat si mantan. HEI, HOLD ON! saya bukan ingat s mantan saya yg exis dan hubungan nya di expose disekolah itu. bukan bukan.&lt;br /&gt;saya ingat s mr.ex saya yg spend 8 bulan lebih sama saya. yah dy memang yang paling lama ama saya. mantan yg sampai skarang menjadi 'best ever had' saya. sekalipun dy bukan cowo yg pling saya syg.&lt;br /&gt;haha. iya. yang bikin saya lbh ingt dy lagi karena kenaikan kelas ini, saya sekelas lg ama dy! hey what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Yayaya, saya memang merasa dosa sama dia sampai saat ini. begini ceritanya, waktu 5bln pcrn. saya mutusin dia. dan 2minggu kemudian, dia ngajak balikan.&lt;br /&gt;well, it has to be tasteless when we were back together.&lt;br /&gt;waktu it, saya udah silau sama cowo2 di sma. then, i'm just ignore him. yah 3bulan yg amat tasteless dan beban buat saya. setelah saya nggantung dy, saya ingat bgt, wkt it dgn inosence saya ngrim sms, after so many days without any single reply for his message, dgn tulisan. 'one more time to say, i love you always and keeping faith letting love find away' dan beberapa hari setelah itu, saya mutusin dia dgn sebab yg amat frontal. ya, saya jenuh. mungkin s mr.ex sgt wajar bila dia dendam pisan ama saya, saya juga tau. pasti sakit juga di gituin. apalagi tak lama setelah itu, saya gandeng cowo baru as like as i want. yah, sekalipun ending nya ga bagus. mungkin karma ikt campur juga. saya gatau.&lt;br /&gt;yaya. today i'm just reminding him. that, yah mgkin saya bego bgt ninggalin dia yg super baek.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt mean i want back to him. not at all.&lt;br /&gt;i only remind.&lt;br /&gt;haha. saya cuma mau menjadikan nya motivasi, biar saya dpt cowo kaya dia lg. tapi yg lbh baik lagilah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye for the ex's. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-8692787348155240253?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-4659459067971458014</id><published>2008-07-18T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:28:33.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough for the horrible.'/><title type='text'>yesterday,today, or next days? where will i find</title><content type='html'>i hear the screaming on my earphone.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the old 'red hot chillipeper' for a while.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just staring at my ceiling try to hold on for all these meanless things i did.&lt;br /&gt;and each of them were made by all these lone.&lt;br /&gt;well, just call it a day to talk about how i was being here.&lt;br /&gt;i try to open my eyes, that i am so weak as well to make the lone as a big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;i try to ignore then  must be surfive.&lt;br /&gt;but how was these fun age would be if theres no one to be waited on?&lt;br /&gt;the trouble has made my other day once again.&lt;br /&gt;'hell, do i this weak?' i wishpered.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how was my brain has ruin like this.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get my self off from the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna take this kind of mad ease.&lt;br /&gt;but how will i find that?&lt;br /&gt;if i still try to get in the messenger, finding some id to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;and so on.&lt;br /&gt;'hey what the hell i did' for this time i scream as the 'red hot' has stop sing on my earphone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a little sneaky chic. i think.&lt;br /&gt;is that the work to find somebody?&lt;br /&gt;then i already really know that it doesnt made some bounchy thing i wished.&lt;br /&gt;'then why do u did it again and again?'&lt;br /&gt;i said. well i'm just trying and trying to make something work on.&lt;br /&gt;theres no yesterday i find. today i cant find. but how was next days?&lt;br /&gt;yes, its enough to be weak like this.&lt;br /&gt;so long for the lone's trouble.&lt;br /&gt;i really enough.&lt;br /&gt;i need some bounchy thing but it doesnt mean i will do the other bounchy thing to made it.&lt;br /&gt;i will be just waiting like this.&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the whole word which getting more entertain.&lt;br /&gt;But it feels sometime like hell.&lt;br /&gt;even diamond has imperfection right?&lt;br /&gt;so i take my earphone on again.&lt;br /&gt;lone was okay somehow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready for the next bounchy. next days will be.&lt;br /&gt;i cheer up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-4659459067971458014?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/4659459067971458014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-5129321408797904655</id><published>2008-07-17T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:28:41.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='such a big thing to remind'/><title type='text'>for the video i really inspired</title><content type='html'>waktu jam sebelas malam. ketika saya memutuskan buat nonton video indie milik para alumni baru di sekolah saya. saya cuma menyiapkan beberapa bantal untuk sajian film durasi 20 menit ini.&lt;br /&gt;di temani cuplikan lagu efek rumah kaca ketika si aktor masuk ke lapangan depan, dan memoar di mulai. saya mengintip cerita dalam video di balik kelopak mata saya yang agak berat. video itu berhasil membuat saya masuk ke dalam masa yang jelas jelas baru saya rasakan sekitar 13bulan ini.&lt;br /&gt;hal hal yang justru dianggap sangat ordinary seperti rokok para murid pria di wc belakang, pacaran di sela sela jam belajar, hot seat untuk para senior. dan masa orientasi siswa yang terlihat cukup sinting. tapi di akhir cerita, saya melihat si aktor flashback di iringi lagu mocca, 'i remember. the way u tight u'r shoes, i remember the cake u loved the most..' saat itu juga mata saya melek dengan kelopak agak basah. saat itu juga saya melihat para senior saya itu berpelukan, tenggelam dalam air mata seperti menutup buku memori masa muda yang sesekali berkilauan.&lt;br /&gt;durasi 20menit cukup membuat saya terhenyak oleh angkatan idola saya ini. saya menarik bantal ke bawah, sedikit berbenah lalu ber imajinasi. bahwa hal2 yang terlihat ordinary ini akan terasa super duper extra ordinary. ketika akhirnya kita harus melepaskan ny begitu saja. u dont know what u've got until its gone. saya rasa thats the point.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. pelajaran berharga hampir tengah malam yang membuat saya lebih menikmati masa ini. when mate become soulmate, when big chapter become life time reminder.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. high school never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masih ada 2taun lagi untuk saya menikmati masa ini. membuat saya terinspirasi dan takkan kembali.&lt;br /&gt;sma emang asik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-5129321408797904655?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/5129321408797904655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=5129321408797904655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/5129321408797904655'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>pernah membayangkan saat kalian terlelap sebentar, maka kehidupan setelah nya buat mata penat. otak agak berdenyut. seperti apa yang saya rasakan.&lt;br /&gt;jam 3siang tadi, cukup lelah untuk membuat saya terlelap sejenak sebelum les. lalu saya merebah di tempat tidur ortu saya. yg selalu saya anggap sbgai tempat paling oke untuk tidur. lalu saya mulai membenahi pikiran saya, kadang sambil ber imajinasi. tapi kali ini mengosongkan pikiran hal paling oke biar cepat tidur. entah apa yg terjadi selama beberapa belas menit lalu saya berhasil bangun hanya gara2 ibu saya membuka lemari baju. huh. tidur singkat, yg berat, ga berkesan. bahkan beberapa kali tidur macam ini terjadi selalu berhasil membuat saya sakit kepala seharian. seperti hari ini. kepala saya kaya mau pecah. saya gatau harus minum obat apa. atau melakukan sesuatu hal yang membuat denyutan nya berhenti. huh. saya jadi ingin insomnia sejenak biar saya bisa menghilangkan debu debu sel saraf tidur di otak saya. sampai saya lakukan hibernasi.&lt;br /&gt;hm. ada byk hal dalam mengisi insomnia, merangkai kata kata. ber imajinasi.  sesuatu yang asik kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-2133301951408356878?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/2133301951408356878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=2133301951408356878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2133301951408356878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/2133301951408356878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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trouble come out of the blue! hell. hp saya hampir dbuang. ga boleh kemana mana. dan there's no any new stuff for the school thing. (it must be underlined!) haha.&lt;br /&gt;yah i have to say that i'm just a yellow streak if i have to face my mom's anger. so i try to ENDJOY the home. saya bkal cerita soal rutinitas baru saya tanpa messenger, tanpa blog, without any single message.&lt;br /&gt;huh. pagi hari saya biasa bgun jam smbilan atau spuluh 'pagi' lalu sdikit sarapan biar bikin mata saya aga melek. terus nonton talkshow favorit saya, the oprah winfrey's. lalu separuh acara talk show, saya mulai ngobrol sama bapak yg asyik minum kopi hitam nya. actually i really like all the story my father's told me. kita mulai bercerita orang2 sukses dari bob sadino sampai donald trump. atau dari sejarah bandung sampai sejarah amerika. it's entertaining enough for me! setelah diselingi makanan lagi, saya mencoba 'endjoy' dgn film film di stasiun tv sampai dvd. dari chasing liberty, new york minute, radit dan jani atau ruin. huah abis saya babad semua film yang bisa saya tonton.  haha. and the story goes on sampai s sobat saya, shela agak gerah ga lyat saya online. jadi dy nelvon saya lewat cdma. she's the only person who make a phone call with me for so long. bicara tentang curhatan dy (hm. It must be red penciled) lalu ngegosip yang aneh, waktu 2jam sekian menit seperti cuma 10 detik. haha. hanya dari dy lah saya mengetahui dunia luar. haha (yg itu hiperbola. xp) hm. finally saya bisa k skolah. daftar ulang ditemenin s selao. waktu it saya liat persiapan klas3 mw prom. great! haha. yaya and the thing goes on and on. ahirnya ibu saya luluh juga, hm. dy emang sayang ama saya dgn edukasi yg real kaya gni. haha. ahirnya saya menemukan hp saya balik! iyes. dan ahirnya saya balik k skolah. as a science sophomore. wkwk. and diska_nodizzy is now online!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-2935117803574237670?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/2935117803574237670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-1982316188492516208</id><published>2008-06-27T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:58:47.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired when efekrumahkaca is on the headphone.'/><title type='text'>no idea for the title</title><content type='html'>*why the thing called love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika suatu hari kita hanya berdua saja.&lt;br /&gt;maka tak akan ada jutaan kata yang bisa kita ungkapkan kecuali tanda tanda bibir gemetar tak mampu bahkan hanya untuk 3kata.&lt;br /&gt;jika kita ada di keramaian. kita hanya terjaga berdua saja.&lt;br /&gt;ingin nya kita ucapkan sedikit makna.&lt;br /&gt;kita cuma butuh sedikit saja waktu dan ruang agar bisa hidupkan cita cita.&lt;br /&gt;berikan cita cita hidup. maka hidup nya cuma agar kita bisa berpegangan erat.  bertatapan sedikit. agar apa yang mereka bilang memiliki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya cuma berpikir, jika kita hidup untuk membuat korelasi antara manusia lewat perasaan. maka yang pertama kali dilakukan cuma merasakan apa yang saya bisa sedikit ungkap diatas. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-1982316188492516208?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/1982316188492516208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=1982316188492516208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/1982316188492516208'/><link 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type='html'>i dont know what was going on my life?&lt;br /&gt;it might be the revolution of something i've done.&lt;br /&gt;i knew that screaming doesnt enough for curing this horrible emotion i ever find.&lt;br /&gt;i see the ground going to say something when the air trying to wishper then the sky would like to screaming.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how they would do even they havent any voice to prove.&lt;br /&gt;the light doesnt understood that i'm in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;i try to find the place for asking help. but i never find it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;all i've got is not enough even if its the whole world i've got.&lt;br /&gt;i never find how i place the blame on.&lt;br /&gt;imperfection, lack of understanding, and so many simple things become hard to fix.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a little yolk that messing up my mom's dress. than i try to messing up something bigger.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what was going on. even i dont know who's the one for asking help?&lt;br /&gt;i'm in trouble&lt;div 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diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-8855462344106868368</id><published>2008-06-22T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:22:07.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it have been really done'/><title type='text'>please stop asking why</title><content type='html'>after the tear runs dry. after the time goesby.&lt;br /&gt;i actually wear smileys upon my face. it might be a shortcut just for two of us getting on each way without say any single word through the bye bye. I've been free the pain faster and viewer to be return.&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely fine stand up with my own stregth on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;then ...&lt;br /&gt;its june, the problem must be slept away yesterday. but the question had no end yet.&lt;br /&gt;it was why would be happened? why and why so why?&lt;br /&gt;its hanging on my phone. its standing close my door. it was the public prologue that i never answered.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know hows they talking about us. But the prologue need to be answered. than i really dont know what would i show off. i really really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;its started to made me mad, make me sad, it'll never change be glad.&lt;br /&gt;people put the question right on my face while u have been stand right beside the right girl. is it what they called the harsh truth?&lt;br /&gt;and so many question now also growing up on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;why? why me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it? is it my mistake? is it my next grey day?&lt;br /&gt;dont you? dont you did the sin? do i the victim? and why?&lt;br /&gt;please take them on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the place to put the blame.&lt;br /&gt;please keep my grey day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the one who make the blame.&lt;br /&gt;do something for this last duty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-8855462344106868368?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/8855462344106868368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=8855462344106868368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/8855462344106868368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/8855462344106868368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-stop-asking-why.html' title='please stop asking why'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-7223347032160948856</id><published>2008-06-21T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:17:27.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooltime. cooltime.'/><title type='text'>call it 'gossip underground' !</title><content type='html'>pagi yang biasa. dihari yang biasa. tapi mungkin hari hari seperti ini akan terdengar lebih extraordinary seandainya kalian tau tentang 'gogon ; gosip underground', stay closer then i will mention it sooner.&lt;br /&gt;well. mungkin hal biasa diantara kita semua ketika orang2 yg merasa match each other bersatu lalu berkumpul. and so does with gogon. Saya ga tau jelas sebenarnya siapa saja anak2 ini. tapi ada beberapa pemain tetap yang selalu ngumpul bareng setiap kali ada kesempatan. seperti pada suatu pagi ketika ulangan numpuk, tugas menjejal, lalu tekanan masa ujian ahir semester semakin dekat. lalu kita duduk bareng. ngobrol hal hal aneh. mulai dari ukuran betis cewe cewe, keritingan rambut orang yang lagi in, cara memakai roll yang benar atau bahkan gosip yang beredar di guru guru. untuk gosip yg beredar di kalangan murid sudah jelas kita pasti tau. lalu mulai mendekat. dan kita merasa refresh. saat ahirnya sebagian sudah masuk kelas masing2 lalu gogon sesi 1 berakhir.&lt;br /&gt;bel istirahat berdering, ada saatnya kita ngumpul juga. makan bareng, ngutang satu sama lain, atau bikin chalenge makanan2 gila sambil share masalah berat seperti urusan pacaran yang mau ga mau jadi list teratas topik obrolan kami. mungkin tak lama setelah itu ada pelajaran yang diambil. at least kita mengenal pasangan masing2 [untuk yg punya pcr! haha]&lt;br /&gt;lalu akhirnya langit mulai menguning. tas mulai terlempar akhirnya. Dan gosip underground mulai panas. apalagi ketika personil jackpot datang atau bawa teman2 nya. personil jackpot, sebut saja dia si raja gogon. haha. gogon makin parah. obrolan juga makin gila, tak hanya masalah sekolah. tapi skandal skandal masa kini, musik, atau kadang pemerintah, lingkungan. sebagai topik topik berat kita. matahari mulai turun. tapi takan pernah ada kata cukup untuk berkumpul, gosip, diskusi, belajar terkadang, yang penting ngumpul.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. just call it gossip undergound. news and trendsetting might be start here! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-7223347032160948856?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/7223347032160948856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=7223347032160948856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/7223347032160948856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/7223347032160948856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/06/call-it-gossip-underground.html' title='call it &apos;gossip underground&apos; !'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-1479636138826157406</id><published>2008-06-19T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:09:36.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the top of the boredom'/><title type='text'>friday early morning</title><content type='html'>i dont know how many friday is it. how many friday i've waste my time with so many things come then run out on my head. this is early friday. i'm just laying my body on the bed while my brain working so hard. work for something that mean nothing. now. i'm enjoying the music, beat hard from the radio. it sounds like the singer is really fall in love with someone. and because of something, my brain suddenly pick me into a deep wondering in this early friday. i dont even know clearly what i've been wondered. I just remember that i'm waiting for somebody who i never guess before. and i never wondered before. deep wonder, hopping for somebody to bail me out from the boredom. while the boredom turn light into dark. turn white into black. then turn right to the left. finally turn my days into grey. i never guess boredom has a big strength to get my life into trouble. the trouble was visible but so hard to be seen. the trouble was untouchable but easily to touch. was abstract but too real to ignore. and then, my deep wonder continued. after a short pause while i'm realized that coldplay with yellow is on the air. and now i've been a little bit understood what i was wondered, when i try to sing a long with the radio 'look at the stars look how they shine for you and all the things you do. and there was all yellow' yeah. Finally i remind that i miss somebody to be loved and loving me. loving me for a little its okay now, for cure me from the boredom suffered. somebody who loving me, somebody who doesnt mind to call me 'sunshine' , sing the 'yellow' for me,  say i love u everytime i wake, or just ask me 'how was your day, babe?' and that was the deep wondering result. now i realize what was the reason of the trouble. even i'm still sink in to the wonder for finding the solve key. yeah i'm still wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-1479636138826157406?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/1479636138826157406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=1479636138826157406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/1479636138826157406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/1479636138826157406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-early-morning.html' title='friday early morning'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244646109331324291.post-6218167944314099095</id><published>2008-06-19T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:44:16.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masa penjurusan &apos;minat dan bakat&apos;'/><title type='text'>IPA / IPS?</title><content type='html'>ini blog pertama saya. maaf saya emg rada gaptek soal kaya gini. maklumlah fitur akses internet d hp saya cuma saya pergunakan buat buka fs dan ym yg skarang lg ng trend berat. saya juga bru tadi siang bikin account di hp temen dkt saya. aceng. thx brother! ahaha. hari ini kamis, saya lupa tanggal brapa. yg jelas murid sma udah selesai ujian. yah langit sudah aga kekuningan. mungkin jam 2an. saya liat teman teman lagi sibuk melihat nilai nilai. hmh. yah biasa. penjurusan? and i wanna find another way to science. saya tau otak saya pas pasan untuk masuk ipa. tapi saya anak terakhir yg nyisa di rumah. mau apalagi? i think i have to make my mama put her big smile on her face while she sees my report. so .. now i try to find another way to science. ahirnya saya memutuskan untuk ikut masuk k dalam lab fisika setelah bikin account ini. yah didalam nya ada guru fisika. just call him mr.b, saya tau dia guru paling flexible yg saya kenal [flexible doesnt always mean positive, right?] saya masuk. aura lab fisika bikin saya pusing. Well, saya harus membiasakan diri sampai 2 taun k depan sama bau ini. i hope so. Kemarin saya uda bayar uang les sama s mr.b, dan skrg. dia masi saja minta saya beliin kue secara frontal biar saya masuk ipa! hell! But finally i find another way to science. yeah. yah akhirnya saya sepakat membawa kan dia brownies besok. huft. setelah ini saya pulang berdua saja sama sobat saya shela. ahir2 ini. kita mirip lesbian. kemana2 bareng. saya memang berteman dekat sama sekelompok anak d sklh. sampe2 ahir2 ini kita nempel bareng terus. sebut saja 'geng' nya bernama 'gogon' gosip underground. gaul kan? ahahaha. tapi sialnya diantara kami, tinggal saya sama shela yg blum punya pacar. haha. jadi mau ga mau kita kaya lesbi. ahaha. yah. Singkat kata saya sampe k rumah. saya lg mikir tentang pertemuan saya sama s mr.b. apa ini yang dinamakan penjurusan di sekolah saya? lomba bawa kue k sekolah? bukankah penjurusan cuma masalah pengelompokan minat dan potensi? bukan pengelompokan ras atau status sosial d sklh kan? tapi kenapa ipa lbh terlihat elegan drpd ips? pdhl saya yakin. otak nya dari anak ipa. ya anak ips juga kn? tapi kenapa sekolah saya bersikap feodal seolah masi ada anak emas antara ipa dan ips? dan kalo nanti saya masuk ipa. saya yakin saya cuma korban feodalisme orang tua yang masih take a big part dalam urusan masa depan anak2 nya. saya yakin banget. can somebody help us to fix the problem and make it on it's right way?&lt;br /&gt;hukum feodal masih berlaku di sekolah saya. sial banget. Dan mungkin juga di otak orang tua saya. de, kalo kamu pinter pasti masuk ipa. kata mamah. apa ini yg disebut penjurusan minat dan bakat? bukankah seharusnya orang tua menerima potensi asli anaknya? Dan orang yg disebut pintar bukan hanya orang yg bisa comloud, atau orang yg bisa menghitung 9juta dikali 35.655 dalam 3 detik? bukankah orang pintar adalah orang yang bisa memanfaatkan nalarnya dengan sebaik baiknya? bukankah orang yang lulus dengan nilai  100 it terkadang tidak pintar bahkan terlihat goblok? iya kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244646109331324291-6218167944314099095?l=iamdiska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/feeds/6218167944314099095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3244646109331324291&amp;postID=6218167944314099095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6218167944314099095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3244646109331324291/posts/default/6218167944314099095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamdiska.blogspot.com/2008/06/ipa-ips.html' title='IPA / IPS?'/><author><name>i am diska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971066211016932091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHwG4dxODxM/Swf0PJYGaLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/puvWMmDHufU/S220/7726_1247492788952_1278405348_736512_1743765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
