<?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-8086538</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:06:39.077+07:00</updated><title type='text'>one virtual insanity. full of sins. in a saint way.</title><subtitle type='html'>a girl.
17 year-old dis year.
a hi-skool student.

inspiring and challenging to others.
can be selfish and demanding of others.
have a ton of casual friendships but very few good friends.
interested in cinematography, designing, drawing, photography, music.

"..are you an introvert, extrovert, or somewhere in the middle?"
"..in between, I like a little of each."



love me, but don't be sorry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-112178563386764312</id><published>2005-07-19T21:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:07:13.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the horizon is blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"..it was the strangest start.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long I've been under the sea.. hey, I'm back. I mean, for now. things went crazy back then. but then there'll still tomorrow (I hope) for stories to be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi selama gw absen beberapa tahun ini (sampe taunan ga sih?), gw ngga kemana2, cuma bergulat dengan kejamnya dunia, kecepatan cahaya, dan waktu yang menggilas scara menggila. I was like a total stranger to the world since I knew nothing in the beginning. and still know nothing in the end. cuz I can't remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nothing happened actually. I mean, I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of watching TV, I prefer travelling with my frens, going round the town, searching for places, making photos, trusting somebody new, hearing things, watching dazzling movies, growing trees, keeping a lot of faith to myself, trying to speak up, talking to the phone for hours (and still not getting any resolutions), or even singing some lullabies to myself at 3 am.. I'm still looking forward to dance in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from all of the words I've been hearing, I realize how bad I am now. I want to go back from the beginning. I like to see myself crawling for the light. just me, myself, and I. isn't nice to know that you are strong, in every parts of your story, your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I guess it is since I am not strong enough. since I will tell you my angst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, after I read my fren's autobiography at school, I was forced to think about something I dislike. so this is my problem: I can not remember my childhood. I'm not doing well at this thing. and it annoys me. I hate the fact that I can't remember my OWN childhood.&lt;br /&gt;in her autobiography, she stated things like she felt great that she was able to remember things in her life, whether good or bad, and thus, by doing it herself, she didn't trouble other people by asking stories or something.&lt;br /&gt;and I feel bad. it hurts me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;because I know I couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be able.&lt;br /&gt;so I hurt other people. I will always hurt others cuz I will never remember.&lt;br /&gt;but what can I say? even if I want to force myself, nothing will come out from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I do want to feel the memory. not lose it every time I try to remember. it's not that I wanted to trouble other people when I asked about those lost memories. because if I could, I would have been trying harder. but I am not perfect. it's just my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess I am stupid then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I like the idea that I am stupid. I want to say, "thanks, I appriciate what you've done to the world and the rest of human being, too," to that person. well, they've gotta be perfect, right? and they do things to the world, make a big change, be a superstar, or just have a brilliant personality. who cares? I think, sometimes, &lt;em&gt;stupid is more honest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps because I am lonely, I tend to think that I am hurted. people who make fun of me, perhaps, are just as lonely as I am. but I guess, they have beautiful faces, harmonic families, perfect scores, and amazing personalities.&lt;br /&gt;well, it still hurts me. I don't care if they are perfect. I am selfish. and? are they not? they're just doing it in a clean way, a polite way. I respect it, I appriciate it. but I won't try to say I am not hurted.&lt;br /&gt;say I am shallow, whateva. perhaps you just don't know how it feels not to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when nothing comes in perfect package, I will try to fix myself. sometimes, you have to sacrifice in order to make your perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when my own perfection creates chaos, I will be crying tears. sometimes, I have to lose in order to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when tears turn into the sea of memories, eventhough I can not remember well, eventhough I am not strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;"..I promise you I will learn from my mistake.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-112178563386764312?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-110741466550999976</id><published>2005-02-03T14:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:11:05.510+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sickness today..</title><content type='html'>whaddup with da world?&lt;br /&gt;there's something inside of me&lt;br /&gt;and it feels somewhat like this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your body's warm but you are not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give a little not a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It could be love until we kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I want but not like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm watching you disappear but you, you were never here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only your shadow, never yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only your shadow, nobody else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only your shadow filling the room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arriving too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And leaving too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your body gives but then pulls back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun is bright, the sky is black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can only be another sign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot keep what isn't mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You left your love linger on, but you, you were almost gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only your shadow, never yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only your shadow, nobody else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only your shadow filling the room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arriving too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And leaving too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I tell if you mean what you say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say it so loud that you sound far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I have just a glimpse of your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or what that your shadow I saw on the wall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm watching you disappear but you, you were never here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Shadow"--Brit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else I can say today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-110741466550999976?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/110741466550999976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=110741466550999976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110741466550999976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110741466550999976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-sickness-today.html' title='My sickness today..'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-110675309998787680</id><published>2005-01-26T22:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:24:59.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can We Talk It Over?</title><content type='html'>whaddup with da world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepada ia yang memandangku nanar&lt;br /&gt;kepada ia yang keras berkata padaku&lt;br /&gt;kepada ia yang berbalik daripadaku&lt;br /&gt;kepada ia yang tak kubisa baca pikirannya&lt;br /&gt;kepada ia yang telah menemani separuh usiaku&lt;br /&gt;kepada ia yang mungkin tlah lelap dalam mimpi&lt;br /&gt;kepada ia yang diagungkan oleh mereka yang ingin tahu&lt;br /&gt;kepada ia yang tak kumengerti&lt;br /&gt;kepada ia yang benci kekuatan untaian kata&lt;br /&gt;kepada ia yang tidak percaya kemurnian cinta&lt;br /&gt;kepada ia yang jauh, menutup telinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cintai dia, Allah&lt;br /&gt;cintai dan tegarkan ia&lt;br /&gt;cintai dan bahagiakan ia&lt;br /&gt;cintai dan sinari ia&lt;br /&gt;cintai dan tempatkan lagi senyumannya&lt;br /&gt;cintai dan rendahkan lagi suaranya&lt;br /&gt;cintai dan tuluskan pandangannya&lt;br /&gt;cintai dia yang kusayangi&lt;br /&gt;cintai dia, Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika ada kata yang pantas untuk malam gelap ini&lt;br /&gt;bulan purnama pasti akan menyinarinya&lt;br /&gt;hanya teruntuk maaf&lt;br /&gt;maaf yang belum terucap hari ini&lt;br /&gt;maaf yang mungkin ditunggu&lt;br /&gt;maaf yang mungkin melarikan senyuman&lt;br /&gt;maaf yang mungkin meninggikan suara&lt;br /&gt;maaf yang menjauhkan hati itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak bisa kuucap secara langsung&lt;br /&gt;karena jarak dan keterlambatan kesadaran&lt;br /&gt;karena ego dan hati yang terpeciki&lt;br /&gt;masih tidak ingin kukeluarkan di depan bola matanya&lt;br /&gt;sebelum tersenyum lagi kekuatannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun sebelum terlambat&lt;br /&gt;sebelum ruh ini terbang dari raga ini&lt;br /&gt;jikalau aku memang dipanggilNya dalam tidurku nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maaf karena ketidakhadiranku"&lt;br /&gt;dan&lt;br /&gt;"maaf karena keterlambatanku"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semoga cinta tidak berada jauh dari hati&lt;br /&gt;semoga cinta belum pergi dari aliran darah&lt;br /&gt;semoga cinta aluni mimpinya dan mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;semoga cinta kasihi jiwa raganya&lt;br /&gt;semoga cinta sayangi jalinan tahun ini&lt;br /&gt;semoga cinta cintai kami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maaf sayang ini tidak bisa pergi"&lt;br /&gt;namun&lt;br /&gt;"maaf aku masih inginkan juga maaf darinya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-110675309998787680?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/110675309998787680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=110675309998787680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110675309998787680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110675309998787680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-can-we-talk-it-over.html' title='Why Can We Talk It Over?'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-110654798559657107</id><published>2005-01-24T13:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T13:26:25.596+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS</title><content type='html'>whaddup with da world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not going to be fun&lt;br /&gt;but it's a hell of a crime&lt;br /&gt;I'm still doing it, though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, I thought I'd go away&lt;br /&gt;but still...&lt;br /&gt;you can still see me around&lt;br /&gt;because..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are unexplainable things,&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;and unbelievable sights&lt;br /&gt;for an unintended one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if dreams meant to be vanished,&lt;br /&gt;then where should I go for a shelter?&lt;br /&gt;wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;just to make me realize&lt;br /&gt;how fragile things can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow,&lt;br /&gt;we're all connected&lt;br /&gt;and there goes,&lt;br /&gt;still people search for a place&lt;br /&gt;where they belong&lt;br /&gt;like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;hey, come back here!!&lt;br /&gt;hurry!!&lt;br /&gt;safe me!!&lt;br /&gt;I need you to rush&lt;br /&gt;I need you so damn bad&lt;br /&gt;f**k you if you still not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-110654798559657107?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/110654798559657107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=110654798559657107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110654798559657107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110654798559657107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2005/01/sos.html' title='SOS'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-110585902933381968</id><published>2005-01-16T13:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T14:03:49.333+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want To Love, Not Be Hated</title><content type='html'>whaddup with da world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see myself like others see me&lt;br /&gt;so I can notice how I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;so I can catch myself if I start to look like I'm gonna fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;everytime I try,&lt;br /&gt;I always lose,&lt;br /&gt;end up in myself trying to cure myself with my own power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't fix everything&lt;br /&gt;I am just hoping too much on myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anybody who relies on me anyway???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown my tree of sins alone&lt;br /&gt;because I feel like I should know it better before I put another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate me,&lt;br /&gt;feel free to hate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've done wrong to you&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;so f**king sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will that mean a thing later on,&lt;br /&gt;at the time when you found all of these out?&lt;br /&gt;I leave that desicion on the desk&lt;br /&gt;because I got my stomach full&lt;br /&gt;I just love what I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will not send me away&lt;br /&gt;from what I know I once loved&lt;br /&gt;more over, if I still do love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I still do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...and I am, whatever you say I am..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-110585902933381968?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/110585902933381968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=110585902933381968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110585902933381968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110585902933381968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2005/01/want-to-love-not-be-hated.html' title='Want To Love, Not Be Hated'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-110502307081152328</id><published>2005-01-06T21:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T21:51:47.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to waste</title><content type='html'>whaddup with da world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. whassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. it's like the time is waiting for me to do something but I don't know what to do and what I've got to do.&lt;br /&gt;where should I be going to?&lt;br /&gt;it sucks me in. and it kills me slowly.&lt;br /&gt;darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-110502307081152328?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/110502307081152328/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-110472704063156892</id><published>2005-01-03T11:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T11:37:20.630+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Still Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;whaddup with da world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;everyone.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy new year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;hope we'll gonna have a better year than the one we have already left behind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;anyways, I'm good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I've got nothing left to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I feel like I'm good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;because you know, this is just a beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I have something and I won't give it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'm sure about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;for all the times that I went wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I was told I shouldn't be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;*besides, I knew all along I was wrong*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and when I was lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I could easily find my way back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;eventhough I still feel unwanted sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and I don't want to feel sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but I keep on playing those songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;so, don't worry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;you're safe here inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;everyone's looking the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but I still can't see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;am I safe there in yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;guess it won't be the last time I wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but you shall return and walk me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I mean, walk me home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;don't let me fall to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;so I can put you right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;call you when I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;screw everybody else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I just want you to stay inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;play this safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;don't need to be here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;just be there with wide open arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;don't go further away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;just further inside and warm me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;---nice try,dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-110472704063156892?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-110422182867959119</id><published>2004-12-28T14:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T15:17:08.680+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anywhere But Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;whaddup with da world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;study! study!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oh.. c'mon.. just 2 more f**kin days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nothing, nothing will be better than bleeding now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b'cos you know you have to do this, grrll...&lt;br /&gt;shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;can't pretend that I'm alrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I kinda miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but, hey, I kinda forgot about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I kinda like to know less about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and more about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ha ha ha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it's true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but trust me, I'm still here to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just in case...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just in some other way of believing about the way you see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just in progress of regenerating the feeling when I first saw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't remember when you didn't close your eyes and left me behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but I can remember that you hate for being defeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me, too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't like to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't handle the truth that you won't even try for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate about many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you, too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I mean, you hate, too, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, I can'y be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I simply hate you rite now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wish you would say something else matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wish you hadn't screwed everything in front of me, inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ha......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wonder why I did this writing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't take it seriously, I just knew you never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you shall be anywhere but home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and I shall be everywhere, all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-110422182867959119?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-110381412022320258</id><published>2004-12-23T21:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:02:00.223+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holydays Before Back To D'Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whaddup with da world?&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;today is my last day to taste any relaxations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm having my week full of exams, so, I have to study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;**I'll have 3 days--holydays begin tomorrow..**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and since it'll be the last exams in this semester, I have to work harder! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to! I ought to! I should!&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;ooh.. whateva.. I have to go now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hope everythin okay in your world b'cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M I N E' S  G O O D. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;smell u l8ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-110381412022320258?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/110381412022320258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=110381412022320258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110381412022320258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110381412022320258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/12/holydays-before-back-to-dexams.html' title='Holydays Before Back To D&apos;Exams'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-110354427270608675</id><published>2004-12-20T18:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:04:32.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wanna Think About YOU!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whaddup with da world?&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;Today is like.. whoa!! I got an oral test today, but I just.. blank! I couldn't mention the five basic principles a.k.a Pancasila in English!!! shoot!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's like, "World, can you just swallow me rite now???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like nothing rite now.. I mean, for one term I've learned about it, and then, in the final, I couldn't mention it! even its first one?! for God's sake, I'm so stupid. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;know what, I hate to say this, but I guess the teacher was freak me out! she looked just like one of my teacha at school which I like no much, just less! she looked just like my "favorite" teacha. and she was a lil'bit of angry cos I came up late. nothing could ever conquer that absurd feeling of mine when I saw her face for the first time.. I was scared, I was hate, I was blank.. I was just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, I should be at the ninth turn, but since my friends said that "She (that teacha) is scary..", no one wanted to come into the class. and I, yes, me, volunteered myself... no, I sacrificed myself.. then, I started to think that I was totally making the wrong decision to enter the room when I saw that teacher... she was... f**k, I don't want to remember it anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shoot, I have to finish my chemistry homework.. or else I will see a similar face tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: Still haven't found a way to get out. I'm just trying to remember who I can call...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-110354427270608675?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/110354427270608675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=110354427270608675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110354427270608675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110354427270608675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/12/dont-wanna-think-about-you.html' title='Don&apos;t Wanna Think About YOU!!'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-110338847343611287</id><published>2004-12-18T23:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T23:47:53.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Midnite Sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;whaddup with da world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should be in bed rite now, but I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and one song I love the most is being played in the radio; Love Song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;what nite could be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm alone but not with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and you weren't there when I wanted you to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but you said that you would always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and that is one thing came up in my mind at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but nobody else can do like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, take a look at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;can you see yourself walking away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but, anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;do you really want me to be there for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;can you say it clearly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;you won't be able to say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;because you are so annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ha ha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;nah,because one thing and another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but whatever words you'd say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll love you in my own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;we've played it clean all along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and we've never dared to make love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but I dared myself to love you up 'til this minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;because I know you've dared yourself to say those words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so, I don't give up my independence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;because I'll love you in my own way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;like the way you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;underground and behind the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;thus, nobody knows the whole story except us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;because you and I both love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-110338847343611287?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/110338847343611287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=110338847343611287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110338847343611287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110338847343611287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-midnite-sickness.html' title='One Midnite Sickness'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-110053761076051729</id><published>2004-11-15T23:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T23:53:30.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night To Think 'Bout The Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;whaddup with da world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so happy today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, by the way, my apologize because it has been awhile since the last time I posted my blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;why do I write down in such small fonts? think it's better this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, I just have been angry with my Mom. but it's over. thanks to one of my friend. he always says that he'll be there anytime I need him. and he has always been there til this time. so, thanks again to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;two days again, I'm gonna be around a mountain. nah.. I mean, I will be at my villa for some holiday. I'm going back there. this time, I'll be with my cousins. guess, you know why I'm so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;you know, I've been thinking lately and came up with this thought..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;why should I always think about something I shouldn't? know what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;see, now, I'm in the middle of a relationship. but I'm not the one whose got that relationship. get it? got it? good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;somehow, I feel like I can't feel myself. I always have been playing around in troubles. I have my friends saying things like that to my ears. I can't deal with that attitude of mine. it's just me, who I am. that's why sometimes I can't feel myself, feel like I'm lost in my own body&amp;soul. where is the real me? is it the real me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want any anwers. I know there'll be none. but then, it goes again, through my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;somehow, do you think I'm stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;guess, I am stupid. but you can't judge me, I can't feel me so you can't be so sure about me. I'm an anomali. you can guess anything about me, and you will get a totally different result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but I have got so much love. I have been talking with the air, the water, and also with the earth. this fire shall not leave me until the end of the time. it will always burn. whether it will be blue or red, it will burn you by its flame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so, tonight, despite all of the consequences.. I've been wishing that I could be in the corner of his head, when things finally met the standard that he set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;should I? could I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;right now, I feel like I have a sunshine after the rain, a knight to chase my fears away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;whether it's mine, or not. for once, I don't care. because he doesn't mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yea.. somehow, he stands still. that's why I'm thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dude, how come I feel such feeling like this? it's like, I'm spoiled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I need that special kind of something because I don't want to be alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have something to give, to share.. but still I can't explain what kind, why, to who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;do you have it? does he have it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, do I mind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;guess I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;he he...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so, smell u l8ter. thanks for reading this. go blog! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-110053761076051729?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/110053761076051729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=110053761076051729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110053761076051729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/110053761076051729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/11/night-to-think-bout-knight.html' title='A Night To Think &apos;Bout The Knight'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-109897448607176461</id><published>2004-10-28T21:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:43:58.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Go Tellin On Him..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;whaddup with da world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;know what, something's just going out of the way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm trapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;that's all I can say for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;smell u l8ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-109897448607176461?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/109897448607176461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=109897448607176461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109897448607176461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109897448607176461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-go-tellin-on-him.html' title='Don&apos;t Go Tellin On Him..'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-109772570515078238</id><published>2004-10-14T10:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T10:52:40.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whom To Understand Me?</title><content type='html'>whaddup with da world?&lt;br /&gt;it's good to be ourselves. moreover if we understand what we really want.&lt;br /&gt;in these days, it's really what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need much of anything from anyone. a little but nice would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;it would be good. and I would be glad.&lt;br /&gt;but guess, it can't be that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;something just isn't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can feel it inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the truth isn't far behind me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when I turn the lights out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;reality overcomes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when I'm alone I feel so much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when I'm around you I don't feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just have to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;but for me, it's killing me inside it it takes a long time being alone&lt;br /&gt;where's everybody?&lt;br /&gt;ha ha.. no, everyone's here. resting in peace in the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;know what, he *the one I told you before* has drowned in silence for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;guess it's fair for us since I don't know what I want from him.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's just not.&lt;br /&gt;ya know, just not.&lt;br /&gt;he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell u l8ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-109772570515078238?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/109772570515078238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=109772570515078238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109772570515078238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109772570515078238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/10/whom-to-understand-me.html' title='Whom To Understand Me?'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-109757736228335975</id><published>2004-10-12T17:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T17:36:02.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarian talks..</title><content type='html'>how's life, everyone? missing me much? he he..&lt;br /&gt;life's good.. life's bad.. everything's spinning around like crazy everyday and I'm still the one left out with questions.. or, are you, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime I feel alone, I can blame it on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You got me a like a loaded gun, golden sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the sky's so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We both know, that we want it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but we both know, you left me no choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*everytime you walked away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you just bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*I pretend that I'm okay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so I'm counting my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;til I get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I watch the world go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to wake up every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;smile on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You never try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We both know we can't change it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but we both know we'll just have to face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If only I could give you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but would I want to let you off of this soapbox, baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We both know that I'm not over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from the album 'Hotel Paper' by Michelle Branch, titled "'Til I Get Over You"...&lt;br /&gt;what a song that comes to my heart nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;because of my mistake of hoping, or it's just me whom thinking too much?&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;God knows.&lt;br /&gt;we don't.&lt;br /&gt;that's just how the game's always being played.&lt;br /&gt;so, it feels like I've just lost my reason for breathing. ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;nah.. not that bad. it's not that bad. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just bad. damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u'll get a brighter mind&amp;soul of everything.&lt;br /&gt;most of on ur love life.&lt;br /&gt;oh.. please.. understand that we're just in these aquarian times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell u l8ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-109757736228335975?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/109757736228335975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=109757736228335975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109757736228335975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109757736228335975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/10/aquarian-talks.html' title='Aquarian talks..'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-109725731639515868</id><published>2004-10-08T23:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T00:41:56.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Young But Unwell...</title><content type='html'>World... I'm sorry... I was just too lazy to write down all of my happiness and sorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few days of mine were so difficult. but then, God is really there because I saw my happiness lied in the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;I was confused. I felt neglected. and I still feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;I am dreaming about those words which will never come to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting beyond my cloudy sky and will never happy to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;enuf!! talk about reality, gurl!&lt;br /&gt;jadi.. beberapa hari belakangan ini.. perempuan yang satu ini sedang menghadapi apa yang dinamakan dengan CLBK alias cinta lama bersemi kembali.... ha ha ha... *geez.. I'm laughing at myself..*&lt;br /&gt;so, this is the story so far..&lt;br /&gt;gue berhubungan dengan seorang cowok. eh.. tepatnya dua orang! he he.. mereka berdua adalah nerdy yang gue sayangi dengan sepenuh hati. *jangan salah! soalnya hati gue emang ngga cuma setengah!*&lt;br /&gt;trus.. tibalah saatnya.. gue mengetahui bahwa ternyata gue adalah orang yang juga 'ada' di dalam kehidupan mereka namun dgn keadaan yg tdk jelas..&lt;br /&gt;sama yg satu, gue dibilang jadian. padahal ga. cuma karena gue bisa deket aja ma dia yg sering bertingkah aneh *padahal menurut gue, dia sangat normal!*&lt;br /&gt;sama yg satu lagi,, ntahlah.. gue bingung ngomongnya. dibilang temenan, iya. HTSan, dianya pernah ngrasa gitu *dia! bukan gue!*. sahabatan, au dah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha .... gue sekarang ngga mau mikirin lagi ttg itu. gue mau nikmatin aja apa yg ada di depan gue.&lt;br /&gt;gue mungkin udah kehilangan hal2 di luar itu. keluarga gue, sodara2 gue, sahabat2 gue..&lt;br /&gt;ya.. walaupun sahabat2 gue ngga ada yg nganggap gue.. gue mungkin emang udah begitu jauhnya sama mereka. sampe ngga ada yg nganggep gue masih perlu mereka untuk nanyain kabar gue. sampe mereka punya kabar apapun, gue ngga pernah dikasihtau. gue ngga butuh yg macem2 dari mereka. cuma gue butuh mereka utk cerita. ngga usah gue yg cerita, tapi gue mau dengerin mereka cerita walaupun cerita mereka ngebosenin ato apalah. tapi, ngga ada yg masih butuh gue!!! *kok, gue jadi gini ya?*&lt;br /&gt;ah..entahlah.. kenapa gue jadi sedih gini ya? gue ngga bisa cerita ini sama siapa2. gue ngga mau negbebanin mereka. yang paling penting, gue ngga mau makasa mereka. kalo emang mereka dateng ke gue, itu karunia Tuhan buat gue. tapi kalo ngga, berarti emang gue udah buka orang baik lagi.&lt;br /&gt;dan gue rasa gue masuk golongan yg kedua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.. udah ah..&lt;br /&gt;gue sedih nulisnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so..&lt;br /&gt;smell u l8ter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-109725731639515868?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/109725731639515868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=109725731639515868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109725731639515868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109725731639515868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-young-but-unwell.html' title='I Am Young But Unwell...'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-109456954384202273</id><published>2004-09-07T21:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T22:05:43.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Walking Upon My Wavy Black Thread</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"you are my only one..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let go.. there's just no one who gets me like you do..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are my only, my only one..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song played in my room is filling my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a mess for putting everything aside and do what I want, not what's necessary.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up from the thing that brought me up&lt;br /&gt;but not in these kind of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I was a fool for letting him go too far inside my mind, my soul, my life&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;while some people didn't buy your words, he did&lt;br /&gt;while no one talked even about themselves, he did&lt;br /&gt;while nobody spoke to me in the crowds, he did&lt;br /&gt;but they are not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world would never be perfect. nor would I. nor would him.&lt;br /&gt;but I tried. I knew he too. and perhaps, the world just did its job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I'll be feeling pain&lt;br /&gt;but I still have got to go&lt;br /&gt;further and away&lt;br /&gt;leaving everything behind&lt;br /&gt;pushing every memories aside&lt;br /&gt;tearing my very heart to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;in the world that's sometimes failed..&lt;br /&gt;just like walking upon your wavy black thread..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-109456954384202273?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/109456954384202273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=109456954384202273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109456954384202273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109456954384202273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-walking-upon-my-wavy-black-thread.html' title='I&apos;m Walking Upon My Wavy Black Thread'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-109448307538168581</id><published>2004-09-06T21:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:04:35.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's My Sunshine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it's been long since my last post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm in a test-week or what so-called it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;tomorrow I'll have Biology of which I don't understand at all! guess I'll have to sleep in the mornin'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've just watched a movie called Andai Ia Tahu for the second time. now, I'm wondering about "intuition".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;what is "intuition"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;where does it come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;what should we do with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;oh.. to hell with it. I just need a cup of hot chocolate and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;tomorrow's still a test day. wish me luck, whoever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;see you. sooner,better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Don't hide away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Cause I know that you've got what it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I believe you can be what you wanna be.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-109448307538168581?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/109448307538168581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=109448307538168581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109448307538168581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109448307538168581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/09/wheres-my-sunshine.html' title='Where&apos;s My Sunshine?'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-109405423183652067</id><published>2004-09-01T22:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T22:57:11.836+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Words of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;later on, on night that never will end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;perhaps you will tell me your happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;one moment, suppress the speeding light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;perhaps time will stop, so you'll be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;in despite of taking you for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I will always make sure it's OK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;if I make sure you're OK, to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;in despite of catching you secretly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I will always try to hold my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so you will never leave, until I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;once, I dreamt, moreover about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that was never too far, just way too fast&lt;br /&gt;there are uncontrolled tears, unbelievable moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;also unspoken question, undecided feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;those mark you, my untouchable torch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;for I couldn't keep you near, have you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;fly these words away and you still won't fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;locked inside, being kept safe underneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;perhaps I would be staring at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;like the way you're gazing to your bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;how I really wish to see you find your happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;your infinite tomorrow, that will bind your sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actual date:083104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;well,, just a thought of mine.. just when I couldn't fly away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-109405423183652067?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/109405423183652067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=109405423183652067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109405423183652067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109405423183652067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/09/running-words-of-thoughts.html' title='Running Words of Thoughts'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-109370899827834785</id><published>2004-08-28T22:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T23:03:18.276+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Love You Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm human enough to learn a lesson.but maybe I can't breath and it makes me weak.this night when I couldn't hear the voice,I could hardly learn a lesson.that maybe you and me, we are...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today, my thoughts... apa yang bisa gw ceritain ya? baru setengah jam yang lalu mobil putih yang gw naikin masuk ke dalam garasi. me and parents went out. kita jalan-jalan City Walk di Dharmawangsa Square. and you know what, di sana rame banget.. banyak seleb yang -maaf- gw ga tau namanya. gw sih ga peduli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pas gw nyampe di sana dan nyari parkir di basement, itu mobil putih yang gw naikin kayaknya jadi pusing. nyari parkir atau masuk labirin ya? abisnya, parkir basemennya tuh aneh banget. kayak lomba "temukan jalan keluarnya" yang ada di buku-buku anak TK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, gw akhirnya di sana cuma makan aja. di sebuah restoran yang judulnya Sumpit. sampe sekarang gw merasa sayang udah ninggalin segelas ice green tea yang cuma abis setengah. gw ngga bisa minum ampe abis karena itu dingin banget. mustinya gw minta ice green tea yang ngga dingin aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that, me and my parents walked around. dan tiba-tiba aja nyokap gw berhenti di tengah jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me : kenapa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my mom : Indonesian I**l...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ternyata saudara-saudara setanah air maupun sedunia, nyokap gw berhenti cuma gara-gara di salah satu restoran yang ada TVnya, nyiarin salah satu ajang cari bakat tsb. tiba-tiba gw pusing.&lt;br /&gt;belum abis pusing gw, nyokap gw buru-buru jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me : tunggu, tunggu dong.. kenapa sih?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my mom : pulang yuk.. mama mau nonton In-D*l..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ha ha... gw cuma bisa gelang-gelang. maksudnya geleng-geleng kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;akhirnya kita turun ke basement menuju mobil berwarna putih. tiba-tiba, dari sebelah kiri, ada sebuah mobil yang parkir di sebelah mobil putih gw. sebuah Subaru silver berspoiler mantab dan mufler tip yang sperti tornado or what-so-ever-called it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mobil itu dengan mulusnya masuk dan berhenti. ga ampe sepersekian menit, yang nyupir keluar. co umur 20an. dengan nggak ngeliat lagi ke mobil, abis nutup pintu langsung jalan dengan santai melenggang buana menuju pintu masuk DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sedangkan bokap gw kalo keluar dari mobil abis parkir tuh bisa lamanya amit-amit. padahal dalam mobil warna putih itu tidak ada bagian yang spesial, malah tisunya dah abis dan bantalnya semakin tipis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;barusan di rumah tmn gw mati lampu. untung di rumah gw ngga..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, shit happens. the world never seems to be perfect. neither do I. so, cheers up! maybe the world will love me tomorrow. and maybe you, too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-109370899827834785?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/109370899827834785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=109370899827834785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109370899827834785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109370899827834785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/08/ill-love-you-tomorrow.html' title='I&apos;ll Love You Tomorrow'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086538.post-109353235716856815</id><published>2004-08-26T21:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T21:59:17.166+07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time, First Look</title><content type='html'>so, this is my first time here.. with a little *but huge* help from my 'lovely' friend out there somewhere in her house, finally this is my own blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, I'm on a project to write about my autobiography. and I'm really at my wit's end. just one question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am I going to write about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everybody else still remembers his or her own childhood, I could hardly remember mine. so I dunno what to write. I can't see my beginning. should I leave it blank? ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm sorry for my boring blog. it's just..this is my first time writing this thing. so, I get a little cold feet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess, my first hello will end up here. I'll write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[so little time, so much to be done]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8086538-109353235716856815?l=roucderoux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/feeds/109353235716856815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8086538&amp;postID=109353235716856815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109353235716856815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8086538/posts/default/109353235716856815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roucderoux.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-time-first-look.html' title='First Time, First Look'/><author><name>st.sinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15135849446046263410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
