<?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-4573264622467020525</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:07:00.029+07:00</updated><category term='shots and clicks'/><category term='do not trust any consonant'/><category term='siblingship'/><category term='who told you who?'/><category term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><category term='common people'/><title type='text'>emotions spray</title><subtitle type='html'>the worst crime is faking it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-7583633477390308962</id><published>2008-11-22T18:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:04:59.619+07:00</updated><title type='text'>should've been better</title><content type='html'>ah eek deh makin lama makin ancur blog gue. kayaknya sebentar lagi blog sialan ini akan terbengkalai deh kawan2, gue semakin gapunya waktu buat ngurusin, dan gue semakin gak jago dalam urusan bermain dengan gini-ginian. so goodbye peopleeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what's with my unstopping mind? we'll figure it out later on. kalo gue buat blog baru, atau ngurusin yang ini lagi, atau apapun itu, berarti jiwa gue emang forced to share anything, any simple shits. tapi kalo enggak, yea you kno wat i min&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-7583633477390308962?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7583633477390308962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=7583633477390308962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/7583633477390308962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/7583633477390308962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/shouldve-been-better.html' title='should&apos;ve been better'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-7638186877314782285</id><published>2008-09-26T21:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:36:33.304+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who told you who?'/><title type='text'>a letter from me to you : words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, hello.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought you aren’t here yet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I prayed to God, for something special&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He gave you to me, I thought it was true, I thought it was really you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take back everything you ever said, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You never meant a word of it, you never did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All right, maybe it was me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was unconsciously falling for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am sorry, I really am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take the pain out of love is pretty much like kicking you out of my head&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These sealed lips of mine, they were hurting you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They’re talking way too much, they’re ruining me and you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How’s yours? The lips of yours, they’re moving so damn fast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t understand no more, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am talking to the wall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not good at pretending, am i?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do tell me something crazy, tell me you’re in love with me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s just make me happy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not writing to reach you, I am trying to kick you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kick you out, out of anywhere&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In this corner of my mind, believe me, you will always be here&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or at least, somewhere there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ps: I thought I am in love with you, but I changed my mind. We’ll see if you’ll change yours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-7638186877314782285?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7638186877314782285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=7638186877314782285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/7638186877314782285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/7638186877314782285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-from-me-to-you-words.html' title='a letter from me to you : words'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-8274968882962066174</id><published>2008-09-20T22:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:23:12.750+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do not trust any consonant'/><title type='text'>love is joking around</title><content type='html'>either it's stupidity or madness, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-8274968882962066174?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8274968882962066174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=8274968882962066174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/8274968882962066174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/8274968882962066174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is-joking-around.html' title='love is joking around'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-6902241806191577860</id><published>2008-07-19T21:26:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:51:34.007+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who told you who?'/><title type='text'>What would you say about this</title><content type='html'>Gue tiba-tiba inget sama pembicaraan gue dulu, pas liburan di jogja sama mahluk-mahluk imbisil; badar si boker duit, mutia si alaytis, bram sang bos kodok jogja, dan riski lito yang sedikit homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sore atau malem, gue lupa. kayaknya tengah malem deh, kita ngumpul di kamar si mahluk imbisil, dan ngebahas apakah uang bisa membeli segalanya. Cuma Mutia yang ngotot kalo uang gabisa beli semuanya, sedangkan sisanya juga ngotot uang jelas bisa beli apa aja. kalo badar sih, kayaknya udah berpengalaman banget kan tuh, jadinya dia ngotot kalo uang emang bisa beli apa aja, dari kebahagiaan sampe kemalangan. uang bisa kita pake buat nyuruh orang2 musuhin satu oknum di pergaulan kita, uang bisa ngapain aja, men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mutia bilang, uang mungkin bisa beli kesenangan, tapi uang ga bisa beli kebahagiaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah waktu itu gue belom terlalu ngeh tuh bedanya apa, dan gue juga masih agak gak peduli.&lt;br /&gt;sampe kemaren, saat gue lagi ber-late-night-talk sama si kodok solmet, kita ngomongin kesenangan dan kebahagiaan. awalnya sks(si kodok solmet) ga percaya sama teori gue yang membedakan kesenangan dan kebahagiaan. lalu kita melalui perdebatan panjang. untungnya ga sampe pagi, gak kayak perdebatan2 lain yang panjang beneeer. akhirnya gue inget sama kata2 mutia di jogja dulu itu, yang semakin menyokong pendapat gue. terus akhirnya gue jelasin deh bedanya kesenangan dan kebahagiaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngerasa, gue setiap hari juga bisa aja ngerasa seneng, selalu malah. &lt;strong&gt;Tapi gak semua kesenengan itu sama dengan bahagia&lt;/strong&gt;. Bahagia cuma bisa gue rasain di saat di mana gue ngerasa seluruh dunia sayang sama gue, di mana gue yakin gue ada di tangan yang bener, di mana gue yakin kalo orang-orang yang ada sama gue itu emang beneran orang-orang yang terbaik buat gue, orang-orang yang beneran gue tau bakalan selalu ada buat gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena rasanya beda, di saat gue seneng2 sama temen2 gue, gue mungkin cuma seneng doang.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalo gue lagi bareng sama sahabat gue, meskipun gue cuma diem di rumah sambil makan es, atau cuma ngobrol sama adek adek sepupunya sahabat gue, gue bisa ngerasain bahagia ada buat gue. i can feel how it really is exist. Sama kayak gue bareng bokap gue, meskipun cuma ngejemput bokap yang gak jadi operasi gigi, gue bahagia. lebih bahagia daripada tadi siang yang gue abisin ngalay barengan sama orang2 di skolah. okay, kalo lo gak ngerti, maap. sks juga awalnya gak ngerti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampe akhirnya sks mulai bisa ngebayangin rasanya, and finally he discovered what's the different, and here comes the glory. Seneng gak sih lo, gue berasa menang perdebatan, dan it just feels good, heh? hahahaha. come on, laugh people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya, sampe lah persoalan inti, gimana caranya ngebedain seneng sama bahagia?&lt;br /&gt;gue jawabnya sih: pegangan. gue bisa bahagia di saat gue tau gue punya pegangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus akhirnya gue dan sks bertekad untuk mencari apa itu sebenernya pegangan untuk bahagia, biar kita bisa selalu ada barengan kebahagiaan itu, biar dia selalu mau nemenin kita, dan gak ngebiarin kita lari dari hidup ini, gue mau pegangan itu bikin gue selalu ngadepin idup bukan cuma pake hati, tapi juga pake otak. &lt;strong&gt;gue mau pegangan itu bisa membantu gue menyelipkan sedikit aja kebahagiaan di semua kesenangan gue setiap harinya.&lt;/strong&gt; gue mau semua orang di hidup gue jadi sahabat gue, jadi pegangan gue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-6902241806191577860?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6902241806191577860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=6902241806191577860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6902241806191577860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6902241806191577860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-would-you-say-about-this.html' title='What would you say about this'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-2548590916820811940</id><published>2008-07-14T19:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:46:08.304+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><title type='text'>Darling, your head's not right</title><content type='html'>Okay, gue tau ini belom terlalu malem, to do those late night talks, dude. tapi entah kenapa gue lagi pengeeen banget ngomongin sesuatu yang agak dalem aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barusan, hari ini nih, gue benci betulan sama mahluk yang aneh, gendut-gendut gimana gitu. men, dia cari masalah abis kayaknya. such a shame for such loser, you fucking fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may get better when they think they are&lt;br /&gt;or at least when they act like they are. Hey dudes, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Boleh deh lo sok sok an jago, sok kuat. tapi emang harus ya, jadi mengorbankan orang lain?&lt;br /&gt;Ah emang dasar nih sekolah tai banget. orang orang lemah yang cuma bisa di injek injek aja bisa jadi penguasa. mau nya apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue tau dia gak cari masalah sama gue. tapi tunggu aja sampe dia ngapa2in di depan gue, hem. mamam deh gue bakalan mendedikasikan seluruh sisa hidup gue buat dia deh. mantab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people live their life and get old&lt;br /&gt;i live my life and it wont stop. it is long, it is not old&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants to live long but nobody wants to get old&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to get old, i just want to live my life&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;i could be happy, i know&lt;br /&gt;you could be, too as long as we are, lets live and shine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-2548590916820811940?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2548590916820811940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=2548590916820811940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2548590916820811940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2548590916820811940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/07/darling-your-heads-not-right.html' title='Darling, your head&apos;s not right'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-5877625344037028414</id><published>2008-07-08T20:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:44:29.250+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common people'/><title type='text'>stuperpid</title><content type='html'>i think i am being cool-er these days, heh? i've had this kind of headache so i couldn't put no more jokes on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah, being sick is the worst scene in a movie of your life called holiday, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;imagine me covered with a super-long-t-shirt, a-super-sweater, and a pair of my super-cool-long-socks. i was so damn super. stuperpid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrr, i am still trying to find out what in the hell was i trying to write down here&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i couldn't make it. let's just have a super-cool-dinner then. with some strawberry juice, that'd be great. at least, i could pretend as a super-healthy-soup-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go fuck these -super-, i am still working on getting rid of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-5877625344037028414?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5877625344037028414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=5877625344037028414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/5877625344037028414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/5877625344037028414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/07/stuperpid.html' title='stuperpid'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-2696825120721407383</id><published>2008-06-22T22:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:45:54.210+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common people'/><title type='text'>Juno : greatest comedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SF5y3xXL7pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TdrvKqs5fc4/s1600-h/juno_bsidecover_275x275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214731721010572946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SF5y3xXL7pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TdrvKqs5fc4/s400/juno_bsidecover_275x275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are my favourite quotes from Juno, enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeker : Come on, let me carry your bag.&lt;br /&gt;Juno: Oh, what's another ten pounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno : Bren! You's a dick! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1880888/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;: Yo Yo Yiggady Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: I'm at suicide risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1880888/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;: Juno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: No, it's Morgan Freeman. Do you have any bones that need collecting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1880888/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;: Only the one in my pants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1880888/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;: What? Honest to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: Yeah. Yeah, it's Bleekers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1880888/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;: It's probably just a food baby. Did you have a big lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: No, this is not a food baby all right? I've taken like three pregnancy tests, and I'm forshizz up the spout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1880888/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;: How did you even generate enough pee for three pregnancy tests? That's amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: I don't know, I drank like, ten tons of Sunny D... Anyway dude, I'm telling you I'm pregnant and you're acting shockingly cavalier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1880888/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;: Is this for real? Like, for real for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: Unfortunately, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1880888/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;: Oh my GOD. Oh shit! Phuket, Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: There we go. That was kind of the emotion that I was searching for on the first take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0933988/"&gt;Rollo&lt;/a&gt;: Well, well... If it isn't MacGuff the crime dog! Back for another test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: I think the last one was defective. The plus sign looked more like a division sign so I remain unconvinced. [Rollo pulls the bathroom key out of reach]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0933988/"&gt;Rollo&lt;/a&gt;: Third test today, Mama Bear. Your eggo is preggo, no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2602672/"&gt;Tough Girl&lt;/a&gt;: [to Juno] It's really easy to tell. Is your nipples real brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0933988/"&gt;Rollo&lt;/a&gt;: Yeah. Maybe your little boyfriend's got mutant sperms. Knocked ya up twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: Silencio old man! Look, I just drank my weight in Sunny-D and I gotta go pronto! &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0933988/"&gt;Rollo&lt;/a&gt;: Well, you know where the lavatory is. [Juno heads towards the bathroom]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0933988/"&gt;Rollo&lt;/a&gt;: [yells] You pay for that pee stick when you're done! Don't think it's yours just cuz ya marked it with your urine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0933988/"&gt;Rollo&lt;/a&gt;: So what's the prognosis, Fertile Myrtle? Minus or plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: I don't know. It's not seasoned yet. [grabs products]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: I'll take some of these. Nope... There it is. The little pink plus sign is so unholy. [shakes pregnancy tester]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0933988/"&gt;Rollo&lt;/a&gt;: That ain't no Etch-A-Sketch. This is one doodle that can't be un-did, Homeskillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: Yea, you just take Soupy-Sales to prom I can think of so many cooler things to do that night. Like, you know what Bleek? I might pumice my feet, uh, I might go to Bren's Unitarian Church, maybe get hit by a truck full of hot garbage juice, you know? Cause all those things, would be exponentially cooler than going to prom with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0148418/"&gt;Paulie Bleeker&lt;/a&gt;: You're being really immature... You have no reason to be mad at me, I mean, you know, you broke MY heart. I should be royally ticked off at you. I should be really cheesed off, I shouldn't want to talk to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: What? Cause I got bored and had sex with you and I didn't want to like marry you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0148418/"&gt;Paulie Bleeker&lt;/a&gt;: Like I'd marry you! You'd be the meanest wife ever, okay? And I know that you weren't bored that day because there was a lot of stuff on TV, and then 'The Blair Witch Project' was coming on Starz and you were like 'I haven't seen this since it came out and if so we should watch it' and 'but oh, no, we should just make out instead la la la'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: You just take Katrina Von douchebag to prom. I'm sure you two will have like a real bitchin' time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0148418/"&gt;Paulie Bleeker&lt;/a&gt;: Well, I still have your underwear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: As far as boyfriends go, Paulie Bleeker is totally boss. He is the cheese to my macaroni. And, I know that people are supposed to fall in love before they reproduce, but... I guess normalcy isn't really our style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: You should try talking to it. 'Cause, like, supposedly they can hear you even though it's all, like, ten-thousand leagues under the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: [dog barking] Geez, Banana! Shut your freakin' gob, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0163818/"&gt;Steve Rendazo&lt;/a&gt;: Hey, your book fell apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Juno MacGuff&lt;/a&gt;: Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0163818/"&gt;Steve Rendazo&lt;/a&gt;: It must've looked at your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;awesome ! LOVE IT! (pronounced as cute as Ellen Page did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-2696825120721407383?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2696825120721407383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=2696825120721407383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2696825120721407383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2696825120721407383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/06/juno-greatest-comedy.html' title='Juno : greatest comedy'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SF5y3xXL7pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TdrvKqs5fc4/s72-c/juno_bsidecover_275x275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-8094349338208699158</id><published>2008-06-20T22:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:31:41.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a cactus, remember?</title><content type='html'>there was a tree that has a secret wish to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be like you.&lt;br /&gt;yea dude, i promise you it was true&lt;br /&gt;you're that kind of friend that i was looking for in the first place&lt;br /&gt;i know you come and go, so do i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i was a human, so i have hands&lt;br /&gt;just to hug you in moments like this&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was a real creature with feelings&lt;br /&gt;so i could also feel your pain, and not just stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you saw how great you were,&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what you might think,&lt;br /&gt;i just love you the way you are, dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should get into band, cause we make a good team&lt;br /&gt;and i know that it's so cliche,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you that everytime, i talk with you, is the new fresh day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be the best thing we've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;just to be your friend, all ive got to say,&lt;br /&gt;is i must have done something right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're all you&lt;br /&gt;and your world is build by un-punctuality, mine too&lt;br /&gt;and you're so healthy, in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, everybody needs a bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;i am offering you one, dude&lt;br /&gt;this is not a love letter&lt;br /&gt;we'll start again, just be my friend :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-8094349338208699158?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8094349338208699158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=8094349338208699158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/8094349338208699158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/8094349338208699158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-cactus-remember.html' title='i am a cactus, remember?'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-2070178174678753365</id><published>2008-06-20T21:57:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:46:29.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblingship'/><title type='text'>Candies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey, lets get away from Indonesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know where you wanted to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;out of this country, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll be your crying shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll be the greatest buddy of your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;let's watch that you-tube-concerts all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we'll be both out of sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cause i like riding bike that dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we'll gonna ride the biggest one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we're going to shoot those morning glories we meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll be your best buddy ever, i promise you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i won't even care that we're going to be left out in the middle of the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in front of that cuddling couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we'll see that gallery once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;let's punch anyone that bothers us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lets be free and so damn happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we'll get to those children and just play pocky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lets be happy, my buddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;from this distance, i couldnt bear but write this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lets stay uplate, we're gonna live our life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you're all on my mind, perhaps i went insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maybe it's an awesome song, maybe it's just you, the greatest fever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;life is a highway, i got such ups and downs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't know what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the point is, &lt;strong&gt;i am sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ps : i love ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;this bitch, really felt silly and, you know, stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;wish we could really get along, until the time is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-2070178174678753365?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2070178174678753365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=2070178174678753365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2070178174678753365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2070178174678753365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/06/candies.html' title='Candies'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-9189739501742389845</id><published>2008-06-05T22:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:02:48.155+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><title type='text'>once in a lifetime, let's try</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i am cool, are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is it real hard to be grown up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to have just such a mature-minded fvcking brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that's all i wanted for, God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mungkin emang gampang (banget) untuk cuma tumbuh. makan aja tuh 4 sehat 5 sempurna. selesai deh. tapi gak segampang itu untuk ngebikin otak lo tumbuh, tumbuh dewasa dan bisa berfikir selayaknya orang dewasa. susah banget rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;buat orang yang tergolong udah tau tujuan, yaitu jadi dewasa kayak gue aja masih butuh sejuta effort buat ngewujudin itu semua. dan sampe sekarang, i guess i only have reached 3 out of 100%. geela, mati aja lo nsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;facts that i've found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Dewasa itu pilihan. kalo gue sih, setiap kali gue menghadapi suatu masalah, gue selalu merasa kalau gue punya dua pilihan yang pertama kali muncul: hadapi atau hindari. dan biasanya sih, biasanya ya, gue lebih memilih untuk menghindar. okay you might call me a freaky loser, but hey i am not the only one. terus kalo udah gue hindari, then gue dihadapkan dengan pilihan lain: terus tersakiti oleh perasaan sendiri atau balik lagi ke pilihan pertama. biasanya, lagi2 biasanya, gue sih milih balik ke pilihan pertama dan mengganti options gue menjadi Hadapi, sob. and then as time goes by, gue selalu berharap kalo gue bisa membuka pikiran gue lebih luas, just like the elders did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. The Easiest way to forgive someone is to look into the damn world by his/her eyes. alias mengganti sudut pandang masalah kita dengan sudut pandang si pelaku kriminal (kriminal yg terjadi menurut our damn fvcking brain). dengan begitu biasanya, biasanya otak gue bisa lebih terbuka untuk menerima kesalahan dia, malah biasanya gue jadi malu sendiri, karna kalo gue jadi dia, maybe i'd do something even worse than that. watch out, people. tapi akhirnya gue menemukan kasus yang 'tidak biasa', sebuah kasus yang akhirnya memaksa gue meletakkan kata -biasanya- instead of -selalu-. sebuah kasus di mana setelah gue berfikir dan merenung dan berimajinasi se-kreatif mungkin, gue tetep aja ga pernah bisa menerima kesalahan cecunguk kriminal itu. gatau kenapa, gue selalu berfikir kalo gue jadi dia, well, honestly, i will never do that, even if i were him/her. fvck them anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. The Hardest part to get into mature is Forgiving. ga perlu penjelasan, kan? Mahatma Gandhi pernah bilang sama gue: “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” tapi mau gimana lagi dong, gue juga gak ngerasa gue strong. so? what the hell should i do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. All we need is love, really. SEHARUSNYA, kita itu lebih banyak mencintai, bukannya berharap dicintai. harusnya kita bisa ngeliat dunia ini sebagai sebuah dunia yang indah banget, yang semua orangnya selalu baik. yang meskipun lo di jutekin, lo masih bisa sayang sama tuh orang, dengan mncoba berpikir kalo tuh orang cuma lagi pegel nahan boker. Tapi sayangnya oh sayangnya, susah betul tampaknya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this is the world coming down on my head. eh mahatma gandhi, ga usah sotoy doangan deh lo, ajarin gue dong, what to do and how to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-9189739501742389845?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/9189739501742389845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=9189739501742389845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/9189739501742389845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/9189739501742389845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/06/once-in-lifetime-lets-try.html' title='once in a lifetime, let&apos;s try'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-1212189213597063934</id><published>2008-06-05T21:55:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:29:06.987+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shots and clicks'/><title type='text'>photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208418398581860242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SEgE8CkUp5I/AAAAAAAAADc/1bwqSB4Mk7I/s400/image+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;how cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;they rarely put their faces on these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SEgD8ykUp4I/AAAAAAAAADU/QmnvZQR_kEQ/s1600-h/image+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208417311955134338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="392" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SEgD8ykUp4I/AAAAAAAAADU/QmnvZQR_kEQ/s400/image+107.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey, i grew taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes, we always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we're human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh sorry, so you're not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SEgCdykUp2I/AAAAAAAAADE/nZ84IOLtWnE/s1600-h/image+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208415679867561826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SEgCdykUp2I/AAAAAAAAADE/nZ84IOLtWnE/s320/image+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow ! say cheese! ouch, late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yea, we were seem so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208414468686784338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="362" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SEgBXSkUp1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/H1R6kSym5Cw/s320/image+110.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; little us in a big big world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yea, we're so small, we're so blind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we saw ourself in a normal way, as simple as a shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SEf_nCkUpzI/AAAAAAAAACs/aQ5efFrizxE/s1600-h/image+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208412540246468402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SEf_nCkUpzI/AAAAAAAAACs/aQ5efFrizxE/s320/image+109.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish there's strokes between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i took this, they told me to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;well, i wish i was also jumping, that'd be great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SEf_BCkUpyI/AAAAAAAAACk/eUX9gIdm3-s/s1600-h/image+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-1212189213597063934?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SEgE8CkUp5I/AAAAAAAAADc/1bwqSB4Mk7I/s72-c/image+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-5026079826120175668</id><published>2008-05-31T20:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:32:13.992+07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe after you're gone, let me know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www3.waterstones.com/wat/images/special/promo/waystoliveforever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="355" alt="" src="http://www3.waterstones.com/wat/images/special/promo/waystoliveforever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.waterstones.com/wat/images/special/promo/waystoliveforever.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it hurt to be dead?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a tale about living lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bed time story for those who'd really want to wake up the next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a way to live forever, is to be remembered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here it is, the tale of a cute boy who believes in UFOs and a friend of him that was a huge fan of Greenday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you're scared of death, me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you could see that the world really is beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam's favorite line might be: the way to live forever is by copy paste your brain, your mind into a disk on a computer, lets hope there's no virus breaking in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-must read ! &lt;strong&gt;(ways to live forever by Sally Nicholls)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-5026079826120175668?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5026079826120175668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=5026079826120175668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/5026079826120175668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:06 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;napa lo nsy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:07 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw jg baru sembuh dari masalah speedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ansy says (7:07 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya nih anjing bangettttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:07 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:07 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knapa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ansy says (7:07 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa kemaren spidi anjing terkutuk babik ini baru rusak sebulan lebih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ansy says (7:07 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh tiba2 tagihan mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:07 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:07 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waduh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ansy says (7:07 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emak gue ngomel2 ANJIIIINGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:07 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:07 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untung gw gak separah itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:08 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw cuman rusak modem doang, tp digantiin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ansy says (7:08 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ah babik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:08 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:08 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus gmn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:08 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;skrg pake apaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ansy says (7:08 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemaren modem gue juga rusak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dry2 says (7:09 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya gara2 mati lampu berturut2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she went along with her words and completely destroy my world&lt;br /&gt;argh fuck. marah deh tuh emak2 tau gue make bahasa binatang gitu&lt;br /&gt;gue disuruh istghfar deh, terus INTERNET GUE MAU DICABUT DEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long and goodbye, my insanity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-1116839450699695450?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1116839450699695450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=1116839450699695450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/1116839450699695450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/1116839450699695450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/05/misfortune-abis.html' title='misfortune abis'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-6073464878915031156</id><published>2008-05-17T23:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:32:10.674+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common people'/><title type='text'>i am sixteen, you're seventeen, easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SC8GV_R70cI/AAAAAAAAACM/KcE3fVwa5LY/s1600-h/destructive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201383069469888962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SC8GV_R70cI/AAAAAAAAACM/KcE3fVwa5LY/s320/destructive.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cap tangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;maybe its hell outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;yeah i know you felt like a bumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it is written and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but you could change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;fuck it, you could be what you fvcking want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-6073464878915031156?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6073464878915031156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=6073464878915031156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6073464878915031156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6073464878915031156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-sixteen-youre-seventeen-easy.html' title='i am sixteen, you&apos;re seventeen, easy'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SC8GV_R70cI/AAAAAAAAACM/KcE3fVwa5LY/s72-c/destructive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-4645697959270444215</id><published>2008-05-14T21:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:04:48.616+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><title type='text'>Say I am Gay!</title><content type='html'>Tujuan hidup lo apa? gue pernah baca di suatu kertas, gue lupa apaan. katanya kalo tujuan hidup kita itu adalah untuk bahagia, itu berarti kita bodoh banget. deg abis. gue mau bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata bahagia itu gak bisa gue temuin, yang ada tuh gue bikin.&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan masa iya tujuan hidup lo mau lo bikin?&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gue sih mikirnya tujuan hidup tuh di temuin. gimana?&lt;br /&gt;dengan ngebikin hal2 yang nantinya bisa nunjukkin kita ke jalan untuk mencapai tujuan hidup itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, tujuan hidup gue itu lebih dari sekedar bahagia. Gue juga mau ngebahagiain orang-orang di sekitar gue, kalo perlu di seluruh dunia. biar semua orang bisa ngerasain rasanya dipeduliin, ngerasain rasanya ada yang sayang sama mereka, gue mau semua orang bisa senyum setiap hari, dan bikin dunia ini jauh lebih penuh kasih sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketawain aja gue, kalo lo emang berasa ini lucu&lt;br /&gt;gue juga suka ketawa. apalagi ngetawain elo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin gue emang freak, tulisan gue serba gak nyambung.&lt;br /&gt;hey, its already late at night. i am just being my self&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-4645697959270444215?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4645697959270444215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=4645697959270444215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/4645697959270444215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/4645697959270444215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/05/say-i-am-gay.html' title='Say I am Gay!'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-6425619731646901184</id><published>2008-04-27T19:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:37:33.575+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common people'/><title type='text'>froggy, soggy sobbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SBRyXTKXxgI/AAAAAAAAACE/S_YDV21-OJk/s1600-h/S5033039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902014871356930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SBRyXTKXxgI/AAAAAAAAACE/S_YDV21-OJk/s320/S5033039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hell-o my yell-ow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets shine lets not rewind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any silly thing we've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the photo above was taken by ansy her self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-6425619731646901184?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6425619731646901184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=6425619731646901184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6425619731646901184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6425619731646901184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/04/froggy-soggy-sobbing.html' title='froggy, soggy sobbing'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SBRyXTKXxgI/AAAAAAAAACE/S_YDV21-OJk/s72-c/S5033039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-2551064724196949990</id><published>2008-04-07T20:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:02:24.781+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who told you who?'/><title type='text'>nine aways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more ideas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess her life's so full of shits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more lonely and hungry nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;filled with promblems, written, then solved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a life without art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a day without brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get a life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;create a piece of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's lack of stories to tell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've got here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-2551064724196949990?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2551064724196949990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=2551064724196949990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2551064724196949990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2551064724196949990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/04/nine-aways.html' title='nine aways'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-5306767481781746119</id><published>2008-03-25T21:49:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:44:15.591+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do not trust any consonant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who told you who?'/><title type='text'>we fall for him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R-kRrptuulI/AAAAAAAAABo/719CGnAKKAA/s1600-h/asoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181692287896173138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R-kRrptuulI/AAAAAAAAABo/719CGnAKKAA/s320/asoy.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we just fall, we don't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's undone and unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but we just do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's just a part of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;flog me off, us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what an accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what a crush, what a day, what a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nice one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the photo above was taken by ansy herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-5306767481781746119?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5306767481781746119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=5306767481781746119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/5306767481781746119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/5306767481781746119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-fall-for-him.html' title='we fall for him'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R-kRrptuulI/AAAAAAAAABo/719CGnAKKAA/s72-c/asoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-7760809326869415264</id><published>2008-03-21T21:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:06:25.779+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><title type='text'>a letter to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just think that i might need to talk to you about something that's been disturbing me these days. just about anything, everything and i thought that it might be a good time since it's my scarily damned birthday just about 2 hours away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want to thank you, my honour. for the damned great 15 years that you've given to me. every single pray, wishes and even whispers that i made, you've done those wonderful magics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 15 years is like heaven for me. you gave me miracles, ups and downs. thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's been hardly 15 years filled with problems, but now you're here, offering me to come over another years, hopefully. all i want to have is everything that you give to me. then i realized that i am absolutely nothing without you. you gave me these hands that i used for writing, drawing, and any other shits, you gave me these feet, this great brain those animals wishing for, you gave me my life, my 15 years that lies beneath bunch of happiness. God, you're my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How dare me to forget you even just a couple times? while you're there always making the best for me? While you're there planning what is best suit in me. Kick me please. give me anything i deserved.  flog me off here, not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God, i am sorry if i am too dare to ask anymore birthday wishes, but i know you're pleased to hear me beg. i am begging you for another years full of smiles and happiness. okay maybe there's absolutely going to be some tears fall down, that's okay. but don't make it useless, please. God, i am soooo full of damn good things right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am hoping for my 16, that it's going to make me a lot more mature, not anymore an underage thinking little girl.  grow me up, God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;give me the pleased to split a laugh anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;give me a reason to stay calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;give me a reason for anyone to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;give me everything that i need, not that i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;give me the unlimited power of giving you my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sincerely yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S: I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-7760809326869415264?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7760809326869415264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=7760809326869415264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/7760809326869415264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/7760809326869415264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/03/letter-to-god.html' title='a letter to God'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-3091211699954511517</id><published>2008-03-06T18:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:24:40.514+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><title type='text'>melody's exist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R8_TNtFqvoI/AAAAAAAAABg/TOOHJHHS2ps/s1600-h/a_melody_left_abandoned_by_fallnangeltears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174586729267117698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R8_TNtFqvoI/AAAAAAAAABg/TOOHJHHS2ps/s320/a_melody_left_abandoned_by_fallnangeltears.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think and drink, all these problems of our life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get it all through, i need you to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would you please name a thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; that wouldn't mind bothering?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's ups and downs in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's storming on the sea, long live for a melody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's love to share and a pure smile to care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life's too short anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it all just happiness what we're talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is that even acceptable in sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think and drink, give a melody to sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's more than just a way of wasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my way of loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-3091211699954511517?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3091211699954511517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=3091211699954511517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/3091211699954511517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/3091211699954511517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/03/melodys-exist.html' title='melody&apos;s exist'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R8_TNtFqvoI/AAAAAAAAABg/TOOHJHHS2ps/s72-c/a_melody_left_abandoned_by_fallnangeltears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-4193580332867810426</id><published>2008-03-04T20:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:37:53.948+07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy for secret, you dumb ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; what's your destination?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it the heaven or just being a servant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's what it worth the most&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="339" alt="" src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/217/e/2/secrets_2_by_Benny_Danny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i hate secrets more than anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know i am right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Avoid secrets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Too many secrets can create an atmosphere of mistrust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the other hand, sharing information shows a desire to include other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;at least, that's what i've found on my ef text book, biatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go find a piece of mind, though i know you're fucked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; really hate secrets, i'd kill it if only it's alive&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-4193580332867810426?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4193580332867810426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=4193580332867810426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/4193580332867810426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/4193580332867810426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-not-drama-piece-of-mind.html' title='crazy for secret, you dumb ass'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-5415834851977513367</id><published>2008-02-27T21:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:31:02.017+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who told you who?'/><title type='text'>kites are kites, we are who we are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/094/0/2/The_Helium_Twins_by_drahomira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="317" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/094/0/2/The_Helium_Twins_by_drahomira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A :  can't you see it? the right one got a better brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B : yeah, and better look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C : But the other one got its own beautiful color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B : i am not seeing any, it has no more color on it anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i am seeing some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am blind for eyes but i am not as blind as you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-5415834851977513367?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5415834851977513367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=5415834851977513367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/5415834851977513367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/5415834851977513367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/kites-are-kites-we-are-who-we-are.html' title='kites are kites, we are who we are'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-3029891568604958388</id><published>2008-02-24T00:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:36:15.572+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who told you who?'/><title type='text'>babies, put some smiles on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R8BXMnQjzqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9wWgvIzR9iA/s1600-h/loves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170228246429814434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R8BXMnQjzqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9wWgvIzR9iA/s320/loves.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so let the love tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;i've found the cure for broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mereka harus tau rasanya tertawa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mereka harus tau rasanya bahagia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bukan hanya itu, ku banyak mau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ku ingin mereka mengerti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;irama dunia berputar di atas kaki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biarkan mereka berlari atas diri mereka sendiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biarkan mereka mulai meniti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sebuah hidup yang lebih hakiki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ku ingin mereka mengerti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caranya melompati bukit duri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biarkan mereka mengintip meski hanya setipis pipi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sebuah harapan dibalik terali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hindari panasnya api&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;takkan biarkan mereka bersedih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ku mau mereka tak berperih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ayo adik senyum sedikit lagi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i love to see you as happy as you can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-3029891568604958388?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3029891568604958388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=3029891568604958388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/3029891568604958388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/3029891568604958388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/babies-put-some-smiles-on.html' title='babies, put some smiles on'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R8BXMnQjzqI/AAAAAAAAABY/9wWgvIzR9iA/s72-c/loves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-5960342756755681827</id><published>2008-02-18T20:55:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:11:25.874+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do not trust any consonant'/><title type='text'>this is not a love letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs22/i/2008/015/8/b/sharpened_heart__by_purplerainistaken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs22/i/2008/015/8/b/sharpened_heart__by_purplerainistaken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;these pencils went along with the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;they shaped it heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;they express what its feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i am writing this on because i want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;need a place for my own and share mine in yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i am not trying to teach you,&lt;br /&gt;i am writing to reach you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;no it is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-5960342756755681827?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5960342756755681827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=5960342756755681827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/5960342756755681827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/5960342756755681827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-not-love-letter.html' title='this is not a love letter'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-7543866038984923385</id><published>2008-02-18T20:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:54:18.565+07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs28/f/2008/048/d/9/fatalist_failed_by_spacesuitcatalyst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs28/f/2008/048/d/9/fatalist_failed_by_spacesuitcatalyst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was looking for something perfect and not risky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something that might be called for sure and ever lasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he told me not to look for it or instead i'll get lost.&lt;br /&gt;well i am done with this, i am lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perfect doesn't make sense sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this picture isn't perfect, but i love the way it goes wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-7543866038984923385?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7543866038984923385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=7543866038984923385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/7543866038984923385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/7543866038984923385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/forgotten.html' title='forgotten'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-8847655008326828680</id><published>2008-02-16T10:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:48:26.659+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a man. act like one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't be stupid, boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're growing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't forget what you are already know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;best friends you got here, are still the best of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ain't coming home, i don't need that attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go do some good choices of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go make a time, make a life full of smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make it better when i am here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make it much better when she's there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you like her i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get her and be real sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grow up some muscles, make it a better way to smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forget these problems, don't be bother to ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ask us some questions, you might always wanted to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey boy. don't be stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think happy thoughts, though we're separated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you got me here and you got us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please welcome the new piece of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ayo bestfriend, kita bisa :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-8847655008326828680?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8847655008326828680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=8847655008326828680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/8847655008326828680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/8847655008326828680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-man-act-like-one.html' title='you&apos;re a man. act like one'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-6109657799637849895</id><published>2008-02-09T21:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:12:47.820+07:00</updated><title type='text'>interruptions for expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many things are left unsaid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you know i got it all set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for something that might not be reset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i have done something bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these dreams i had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leave me behind with something i don't respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it interrupts me everytime i slept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and kick me out of the dreams i've read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i see hopes flew something like red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then comes the time i just can't stop my step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to see how people are going upset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do ups and downs, we don't give a shed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;banyak yang saya harapkan dari setiap senja yang datang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak satupun bawakan harum seperti bintang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;banyak kata yang terbuang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biarkan saja sang gajah membeli uang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bukan mau saya punya mimpi banyak sekali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saya cuma mau jalani hidup tanpa sesali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kadang kaki ini hendak berlari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi apa saya perbuat otot tak menyanggupi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maaf kalau saya jadi begini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harapan saya toh banyak di interupsi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-6109657799637849895?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6109657799637849895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=6109657799637849895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6109657799637849895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6109657799637849895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/interruptions-for-expectations.html' title='interruptions for expectations'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-188448592822234938</id><published>2008-02-07T14:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:49:00.459+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who told you who?'/><title type='text'>this picture really did a good job for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs27/i/2008/033/3/5/Father_Daughter_Walk_by_melaniediaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="375" alt="" src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs27/i/2008/033/3/5/Father_Daughter_Walk_by_melaniediaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dia lempar aku tinggi di atasnya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buat aku lebih berjasa, lebih berguna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biarkan saja kaki ku ada di mukanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asalkan aku bersedia tertawa, katanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dia bilang padaku, itu ada tandanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ku tanya, apa boleh kita lewat sana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dia bilang boleh saja,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ayah dan anak berjalan bersama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hanya itu tujuannya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-188448592822234938?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/188448592822234938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=188448592822234938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/188448592822234938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/188448592822234938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-picture-really-did-good-job-for-me.html' title='this picture really did a good job for me'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-7848950852251302838</id><published>2008-02-07T13:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:49:40.987+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><title type='text'>instead of my self, i wrote about my father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; i don't know if it's just me or so does everyone else here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i think i have my other self here in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know if i can still call it my other self, it's me anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;banyak yang bilang gue itu ceria dan terlalu terbuka. wah mereka gak tau aja. i can be so dark inside and they don't know me yet. di rumah, bokap gue selalu menilai gue sebagai seorang sosok yang sangat merefleksikan dirinya sendiri, with somethings uncommon, thanks god. misalnya sifat gue yang sangat keras kepala dan ga pernah mau dengerin omongan orang. juga sifat arogan gue yang ga perduli sama orang lain, but my self. semua pusat pikiran dan hidup gue tuh ada di diri gue sendiri. dan mereka (keluarga gue) ga ada yang berani mengganggu semua itu. they just see me as the way i saw my self, and they (sometimes) treat me the way i want to. but sometimes, they just don't get what i wanted. dan dengan tololnya gue cuma bisa marah2 dan protes kenapa gak ada orang yang tau mau gue. padahal, dengan semua sifat gue yang sangat menarik diri dari keluarga, kalo bukan karna bokap gue yang sifatnya sama kayak gue, mungkin sekarang gue udah mati bunuh diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;terus, gue sendiri ga ngerti kenapa gue bisa punya dua sisi yang amat berbeda kayak gini. di satu sisi, gue lebih suka sendirian dan berkutat dengan kehidupan gue yang sudah cukup mengasyikan buat gue. tapi di sisi lain, gue gak suka sendirian, gue suka ada di sekeliling orang2. well, just to have some jokes to laugh at, honestly. tapi gue sadar gue butuh surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mungkin itulah alesan2 kenapa selama ini orang ga ada yang bisa tau gue kenapa, malah gue sendiri aja bingung and dying to know. sering banget gue ngerasa dunia gue hancur, as ruined as it could be, tapi lima menit kemudian begitu nyampe sekolah gue udah ketawa2 sama temen sebangku gue ngetawain gue yang tadi pagi mandi sambil nangis. sama halnya kayak gue ngomongin seberapa kecewanya gue sama sahabat2 gue ke temen gue yang lain sambil ngelemparin jokes2 tentang mereka, yg akhirnya gue sambut dengan tawa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ga ada emosi gue yang bisa gue tunjukkin dengan tepat. di saat gue seneng, gue malah nangis. di saat gue sedih, gue juga biasanya nangis. tapi di saat gue kecewa nampol-nampolan, biasanya gue lebih memilih untuk ketawa ngakak sampe mati instead of thinking more about it and cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gue emang cengeng, gue gak pungkirin itu. karna gue emang gak punya seorang pun yang bisa bikin gue ngomong semuanya ke dia tanpa dia anggep gue aneh, karna gue emang aneh banget, jalan pikiran gue aneh dan gue tau gue gak se-lovable itu makanya gue selalu menipu diri gue sendiri dengan selalu ceria di depan semua orang, padahal di setiap saat itu, mungkin aja gue abis nangis. gue nangis cuma sebagai pengganti cerita ke orang, berharap abis nangis gue puas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;satu-satunya orang yang ngerti gue ya cuma bokap gue. tapi gue tetep aja harus nemuin mood yang bener2 pas buat nyeritain semua yang gue rasain ke bokap. tapi biasanya, setiap gue udah dapet mood itu, gue lebih sering memutuskan pembicaraan sakral itu seketika cuma karna tiba2 gue ngerasa jijik sama diri gue sendiri, dan gue gak ngerti rasa itu dateng dari mana. akhirnya bokap gue cuma ngedapetin sepotong diri gue, sedangkan potongan2 lain gue biarin bokap gue nebak2 sendiri, dan hebatnya, bokap gue biasanya menemukan potongan2 lain dari diri gue yang belom gue temuin sebelumnya. itulah kenapa gue bisa nyebut bokap gue itu superhero buat hidup gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dia udah bikin gue, dia nge gedein gue, dia jagain gue, dia beliin gue semua yang gue mau, dia ngerti gue, dia nyekolahin gue di sekolahnya sendiri, dia ngajarin gue tentang diri gue sendiri, dan dia udah berkali2 menyelamatkan gue dari bunuh diri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bokap gue itu bisa dibilang idup gue kali ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-7848950852251302838?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7848950852251302838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=7848950852251302838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/7848950852251302838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/7848950852251302838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/instead-of-my-self-i-wrote-about-my.html' title='instead of my self, i wrote about my father'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-8746635018263913974</id><published>2008-02-06T19:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:49:03.063+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;is it real hard to be grown up?&lt;br /&gt;to have just such a mature-minded fvcking brain?&lt;br /&gt;that's all i wanted for, God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mungkin emang gampang (banget) untuk cuma tumbuh. makan aja tuh 4 sehat 5 sempurna. selesai deh. tapi gak segampang itu untuk ngebikin otak lo tumbuh, tumbuh dewasa dan bisa berfikir selayaknya orang dewasa. susah banget rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;buat orang yang tergolong udah tau tujuan, yaitu jadi dewasa kayak gue aja masih butuh sejuta effort buat ngewujudin itu semua. dan sampe sekarang, i guess i only have reached 3 out of 100%. geela, mati aja lo nsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;facts that i've found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Dewasa itu pilihan. kalo gue sih, setiap kali gue menghadapi suatu masalah, gue selalu merasa kalau gue punya dua pilihan yang pertama kali muncul: hadapi atau hindari. dan biasanya sih, biasanya ya, gue lebih memilih untuk menghindar. okay you might call me a freaky loser, but hey i am not the only one. terus kalo udah gue hindari, then gue dihadapkan dengan pilihan lain: terus tersakiti oleh perasaan sendiri atau balik lagi ke pilihan pertama. biasanya, lagi2 biasanya, gue sih milih balik ke pilihan pertama dan mengganti options gue menjadi Hadapi, sob. and then as time goes by, gue selalu berharap kalo gue bisa membuka pikiran gue lebih luas, just like the elders did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. The Easiest way to forgive someone is to look into the damn world by his/her eyes. alias mengganti sudut pandang masalah kita dengan sudut pandang si pelaku kriminal (kriminal yg terjadi menurut our damn fvcking brain). dengan begitu biasanya, biasanya otak gue bisa lebih terbuka untuk menerima kesalahan dia, malah biasanya gue jadi malu sendiri, karna kalo gue jadi dia, maybe i'd do something even worse than that. watch out, people. tapi akhirnya gue menemukan kasus yang 'tidak biasa', sebuah kasus yang akhirnya memaksa gue meletakkan kata -biasanya- instead of -selalu-. sebuah kasus di mana setelah gue berfikir dan merenung dan berimajinasi se-kreatif mungkin, gue tetep aja ga pernah bisa menerima kesalahan cecunguk kriminal itu. gatau kenapa, gue selalu berfikir kalo gue jadi dia, well, honestly, i will never do that, even if i were him/her. fvck them anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. The Hardest part to get into mature is Forgiving. ga perlu penjelasan, kan? Mahatma Gandhi pernah bilang sama gue: “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” tapi mau gimana lagi dong, gue juga gak ngerasa gue strong. so? what the hell should i do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. All we need is love, really. SEHARUSNYA, kita itu lebih banyak mencintai, bukannya berharap dicintai. harusnya kita bisa ngeliat dunia ini sebagai sebuah dunia yang indah banget, yang semua orangnya selalu baik. yang meskipun lo di jutekin, lo masih bisa sayang sama tuh orang, dengan mncoba berpikir kalo tuh orang cuma lagi pegel nahan boker. Tapi sayangnya oh sayangnya, susah betul tampaknya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this is the world coming down on my head. eh mahatma gandhi, ga usah sotoy doangan deh lo, ajarin gue dong, what to do and how to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-8746635018263913974?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8746635018263913974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=8746635018263913974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/8746635018263913974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/8746635018263913974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-real-hard-to-be-grown-up-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-8133889100293053439</id><published>2008-02-05T20:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:49:05.046+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who told you who?'/><title type='text'>my best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs12/300W/i/2006/314/7/e/Lost_happiness_by_vovkas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="458" alt="" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs12/300W/i/2006/314/7/e/Lost_happiness_by_vovkas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;halo, teman. lama tidak berjumpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kemarin bilang padaku katamu ingin mati saja?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kukira sekarang kau sudah tiada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ternyata kita masih bisa bertemu muka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sudah jam 9, mataku tak kunjung lelah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mungkin rinduku padamu yang tak mau berpisah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku pun berjanji tak akan kalah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terima kasih sudah kembali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bawakan aku asumsi vitamin seperti tadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perutku bilang kau baik sekali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hari ini aku tau kan tak akan pergi lagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;selama aku tau kapan harus memberi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dari saat aku lahir , kau temani ibuku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;di saat aku tumbuh, kau selalu bersamaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biarkan aku selalu bersamamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak mau ku dipisah waktu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tolong sampaikan pesanku pada Tuhan di langit sana&lt;br /&gt;aku mau Ia selalu berada bersama kita&lt;br /&gt;di sini mengarungi hidupku dengan semua tikungannya&lt;br /&gt;aku mau kita selalu bersama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's you, happiness. it's you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-8133889100293053439?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8133889100293053439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=8133889100293053439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/8133889100293053439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/8133889100293053439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-best-friend.html' title='my best friend'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-6917349181239647008</id><published>2008-02-03T09:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:49:40.988+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><title type='text'>when it comes to letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; so, it's allright. if you change your way of thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we can't reclaim those shots we punch away last year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;days, i spent wanting some of Kurt's art soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spoke with words that rhime, and hope it's speaking my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and probably life is great, but never real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too little space for holding on those souldiers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if it's because of me, i may well have to kill and choose the mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it more is it less? can't dany it's feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/029/4/3/friends_by_ssilence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friend, we've been thinking of the shits since i am throwing melody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is it serious, as simple as these lifes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you punch me on the head, it's okay for me to still flow some smiles up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not forgotten, bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kick my ass if it's not a crime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a best friend not to say hello when they pass each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i get sick of these language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since i am not in to any course in the fvcking surface of this moving earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when will you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've spent quite almost a month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mouth is filled with blood from trying not to speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please understand, this isn't just goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is i can't stand you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;days that are over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're not continue to last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this isn't working out for you or me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i live the heat for our ship that sinking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the friends we ever know, and all the words i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now they all come out too late for you to realize,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope you do realize someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i have never seen &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;this place&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-6917349181239647008?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6917349181239647008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=6917349181239647008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6917349181239647008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6917349181239647008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-it-comes-to-letting-go.html' title='when it comes to letting go'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-6552400727625342678</id><published>2008-02-01T16:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:18:49.647+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the victim of live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kurung diri sendiri, 3 hari berlalu tanpa arti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diam menjahit dua daging tipis di bawah pipi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ponsel berdering, ayah ingin diskusi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;banyak hal untuk diluapkan, air tak kunjung ke tepi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dia sendiri tak mengerti sampai mana hidupnya bermimpi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harapan ada, tapi bukan untuk diyakini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terlalu mudah memancing teman, kadang menghias senyum tersendiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161950916917684402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R6LvAn7haLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iLrpSylx--E/s320/alone_by_negromante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she got stucked in some damn fibers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those that she doesn't know they even exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too reluctant to accept my help, she struggle there all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;none of any mature-minded person she got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much to say, no words but swearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the loneliness building with each passing day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her heart is already broken, before i try to rebuild it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll never guess what's not inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she'll talk with finger crossed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many times she stayed at home and tell everyone she got sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, she's sick with her life&lt;br /&gt;and everything that goes around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;living her life with her family around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she found an island of her own life&lt;br /&gt;leaving her love and her family behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, stupid girl you need to find some piece of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alone in the brand new island of her mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she lives there with trees and green grass out of guilty pleasures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she said 'let's keep talking to stop the clockwatching'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;she's using her right brain, and she cum so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she made it to three, but she'll be dead by threes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's feeling alone in everysingle second of this moving earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she got bunch of friends to find something new to laugh at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but got no friends to understand any tears of her smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think happy thoughts, girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and don't get stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161944659150334114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 63px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R6LpUX7haKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ACXIcxhYQYU/s320/loser.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;with love, loser &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-6552400727625342678?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6552400727625342678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=6552400727625342678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6552400727625342678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/6552400727625342678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/02/victim-of-live.html' title='the victim of live'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R6LvAn7haLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iLrpSylx--E/s72-c/alone_by_negromante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-2519764168392392905</id><published>2008-01-30T19:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:57:49.676+07:00</updated><title type='text'>logical things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourposterworld.com/images/MY%20CHEMICAL%20ROMANCE%20-%20BLACK%20PARADE%2024X34.25.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="332" alt="" src="http://www.yourposterworld.com/images/MY%20CHEMICAL%20ROMANCE%20-%20BLACK%20PARADE%2024X34.25.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; my chemical romance is not that awesome, anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's only few of their songs are the most played songs of my iPod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't really get touched when i give those songs another listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i only love the way they dressed, the way they act on stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;their songs don't have that much chemistry with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't think they're way better than anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't cry until i decided to give away the ticket for my bestest friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my bestest friend need the damn ticket anyway, what can i say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day before the show, i was listening to their songs  and i just don't  get it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the fuckest feeling ever, was the one for Fall Out Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cried a lot. a container of tears fell down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i thought i'll cry once more, here, on My Chemical Romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then i don't. such a freak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but thanks God for letting me to give away my ticket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please God, keep me save&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i don't cry tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the last (logically) reason for me not to get on the show is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that my best friend cried while i am enjoying Fall Out Boy's concert last year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now it's my turn to take those tears, have fun sweet heart :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-2519764168392392905?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2519764168392392905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=2519764168392392905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2519764168392392905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2519764168392392905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/01/logical-things.html' title='logical things'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-2339240462332759294</id><published>2008-01-30T19:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:49:05.047+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who told you who?'/><title type='text'>much better to love than to be loved, i guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello, my cutest bestfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terima kasih ya buat semuanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this ticket means nothing but my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's just you, make me wonder how it feels like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku tau kok rasanya ga bisa nonton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sedih itu sudah bukan di dada lagi, ada di kepala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;air mata turun tanpa basa basi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bisa di sana bisa di sini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tau tidak, kenapa kubuang begitu saja kertas tipis itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kuberikan kepadamu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;berharap rasa terimakasih ku terbalaskan oleh itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oleh lembaran tipis yang kau dambakan, namun tak lebih dari beberapa helai uang untukku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bila dibandingkan dengan semua jasamu, anggap saja itu dp ku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aditya yessika alana, hati-hati ya nonton mcr nya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jangan sampe ketelen orang moshing, jangan mental jauh-jauh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love youuu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-2339240462332759294?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2339240462332759294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=2339240462332759294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2339240462332759294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2339240462332759294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/01/much-better-to-love-than-to-be-loved-i.html' title='much better to love than to be loved, i guess'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-5413275331599105138</id><published>2008-01-27T17:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T18:21:46.797+07:00</updated><title type='text'>long way to heaven, sir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R5xmMn7haHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RQg8dMTcIe0/s1600-h/suharto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160111640122845298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R5xmMn7haHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RQg8dMTcIe0/s320/suharto.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good afternoon, autobots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's 13:10, and you're finally gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;big holes are made here, in the earth of Indonesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some made by sadness and others are happiness remaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's been hardly years for you to take the lead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terimakasih pak, sudah buat Indonesia sempat berjaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buat kami makan tanpa dupa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tanpa bapak, kami tak ada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lain lagi bilang bapak tak pernah merasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;betapa merana kami simpan di dada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tanpa senyum hanya asap c02&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;belajar pun terasa hampa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terimakasih untuk tiga puluh dua tahun yang berharga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ajarkan kami rasanya berada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sehingga tau apa itu tak punya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sakit memang sakit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dengar pisau itu menusuk telinga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bawakan kami kabar layaknya gang sempit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buat kami merintih hingga diapit senja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pak harto, terimakasih atas semuanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maafkan kami atas dosa mu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biarkan kami mengampuni, bila itu memang salahmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yang ku tau, kau tetap pahlawanku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look at the brightside, never the dark ones. if so, you'll find nobody as bright as you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-5413275331599105138?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5413275331599105138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=5413275331599105138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/5413275331599105138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/5413275331599105138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-way-to-heaven-sir.html' title='long way to heaven, sir'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R5xmMn7haHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RQg8dMTcIe0/s72-c/suharto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-2225399934060491805</id><published>2008-01-27T16:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:57:32.854+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who told you who?'/><title type='text'>buku bilang aku tak perlu tau</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R5xVIX7haGI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QszC4JZtO-k/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R5xVIX7haGI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QszC4JZtO-k/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160092875410729058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R5xVIX7haGI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QszC4JZtO-k/s320/books.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;halo, buku.&lt;br /&gt;banyak aku ingin tau&lt;br /&gt;tapi sanggup apa mataku, melihat wajahmu saja ku tak mampu&lt;br /&gt;untung saja aku tidak bisu.&lt;br /&gt;cukup teriak ku membutuhkanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rak itu penuh buku, malas tapi aku buka walaupun satu&lt;br /&gt;bisa tidak, hanya ku lihat lalu ku tau?&lt;br /&gt;bisa tidak aku teriak lalu menjadi tabu?&lt;br /&gt;bilang saja kalau aku tampak sayu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin kalian semua tau&lt;br /&gt;mereka bukan lagi sahabatku&lt;br /&gt;mereka bilang aku bau&lt;br /&gt;bau itu begitu mengganggu&lt;br /&gt;bilang lagi aku itu sok tau&lt;br /&gt;hanya mereka tak tau isi hatiku, betapa pilu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halo buku,&lt;br /&gt;kau temani aku lewati liburan di sepi&lt;br /&gt;kau dengarkan aku merintih seperti sapi&lt;br /&gt;biarkan saja dia walau tidak menanggapi,&lt;br /&gt;katamu jangan dibuat peduli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buku, katakan padaku siapa yang jadi&lt;br /&gt;katakan padaku kapan kau peluk aku kembali&lt;br /&gt;ketika si baling datang sambil membawa putih&lt;br /&gt;aku tak tau dan tak mengerti&lt;br /&gt;untuk apa sebenarnya aku di sini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halo buku, biarkan aku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;tapi jangan, nanti aku sedih lagi&lt;br /&gt;buku, katakan lagi padaku apa yang perlu diperbaiki&lt;br /&gt;jendelaku kah yang terlalu kecil bercelah?&lt;br /&gt;ataukah mereka yang terlalu besar untuk membelah&lt;br /&gt;mereka itu dulu sahabatku&lt;br /&gt;sekarang aku tak tau&lt;br /&gt;masihkah begitu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-2225399934060491805?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2225399934060491805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=2225399934060491805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2225399934060491805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/2225399934060491805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/01/buku-bilang-aku-tak-perlu-tau.html' title='buku bilang aku tak perlu tau'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/R5xVIX7haGI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QszC4JZtO-k/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573264622467020525.post-707672370663378807</id><published>2008-01-27T16:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:42:23.529+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy (enough) thoughts'/><title type='text'>Will God Bless All this Party with Lights and Colors tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope He will, be because I was feeling a pleasure to watch people burn their money for free as those shits. I don’t know, I was like “wow, cool” while at the moment, I saw pictures are sliding all over my mind, as they go through my memories of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Wew. It’s crazy, I think. Kayak semua yang gue udah laluin keliatan lagi, then suddenly everything went blur, and I just couldn’t stop my tears from pouring down. And that was sucks. So on, I start to avoid windows and keep my self locked in room. I just force my mind to tell my self that I have no more tears, it has been too many times since I lost it a lot, since 2007 was a great living moment for problems and shits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then I hear the sounds.&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of those fireworks are shit, men. They keep me in my own world, the one that makes me cry a lot the whole fuckin year. And I keep remembering my days, bad ones. And I absolutely can’t walk through you with my chest raised high up to the sky and tell you that I am having such the best year of my life. I fucked that one up.&lt;br /&gt;So then I am trying to get my vision out. I am trying to get my hearing off of my self. But then I fucked it all up again. I couldn’t make sure what I want, what I need and what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;Weew. Such a pleasure to watch the sky’s party, with it’s own parade, made me feel a lot like loser. but I am (really) afraid that God will hate us so much that we (all) haven’t been such a god citizens, haven’t pray enough, haven’t love each other enough, and haven’t remembering Him enough to make Him love us that much. So then I know why would I cry on these stupid crazy things, it is all because I love Him so much and I can’t let my self throw a party while the others are starving and crying. I just can’t let that happen to me. Well, I Love You, God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, bless me with in your power, your love and carry me wherever I go. I need You and You know that. And all I want from now on is for You to be with me whenever, wherever, and whatever happens to me. Once more time and on, I REALLY LOVE YOU A LOT, GOD. Be with me the whole 2008. give me another pleasure next year and I promise You I’ll do my best here and on. Make my country a better place to live, and forgive our sins, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573264622467020525-707672370663378807?l=adolescentcircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/feeds/707672370663378807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4573264622467020525&amp;postID=707672370663378807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/707672370663378807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573264622467020525/posts/default/707672370663378807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adolescentcircus.blogspot.com/2008/01/will-god-bless-all-this-party-with.html' title='Will God Bless All this Party with Lights and Colors tonight?'/><author><name>briliant sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628573649848717542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZjjPSss7BzY/SFzWzI4bd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwcp55C8BZ8/S220/n724792859_525435_4465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
