<?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-5385258624058011114</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:48:13.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the uncontrollable mind</title><subtitle type='html'>if some people say, "get a life! your just a day dreamer.." i think,they just too blind and deaf to know that this is MY LIFE, MY SHAPELESS IMAGINATION, MY UNCONTROLLABLE MIND AND ME ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-6432500689669296949</id><published>2009-03-05T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:09:27.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIPERTIROID part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aah, apa pula itu? hhe, gw jg ga tau apa itu, sampe.... suatu hari, di penghujung tahun 2008 gw bangun tidur dengan perasaan deg2an.. pertamanya siy gw seneng2 aja, mungkin mau dapet undian kali ya? ato rejeki mendadak! horee woehehe ;P tapi, semakin siang kok deg2an ini semakin menjadi, dug dag dug dag ;p nah baru d kepikiran, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some thing is about to be wrong here..&lt;/span&gt; tapii kok rasanya ga ada kerjaan jg ya, cuma deg2an doang masa kedokter.. hhehe, tetep ngotot.. trus tiba2 ingat, kata orang tua dulu, kalo sakit dibawa tidur pasti pas bangun enakan! oke, gw coba untuk tidur.. tidur siy, tapi waktu bangun bukannya makin enakan malah makin menjadi.. oh no oh no oh no, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some thing is wrong now&lt;/span&gt;! ya sudah lah, dengan berat hati, akhirnya kita pergi ke rumah sakit..&lt;br /&gt;Karena pergi ke rumah sakitnya pas bgt sama chrismast day, jadi jalanan dsini super SEPI! suepii abuues, persis kaya residence evil! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halah berlebihan skali ini, woehehe&lt;/span&gt; sesampainya dirumah sakit, whooops! jalanan memang sepi, tapi dsini? ramaay skali, ramay akan nenek2 dan kakek2 ada yang patah kaki,ada yang nungguin temennya dari jam 2 siang! what?! dan banyak lagi yang dibawa masuk pake ambulans, sedangkan gw satu2 nya pemuda eh pemudi ;P yang saat itu jadi pasien, saking ramenya dokternya sampe keluar ke ruang nunggu, nanyain pasien2 yang kira2 butuh duluan masuk buat diperiksa.. dan,setelah 2 jam menunggu diruang tunggu, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya iya lah masa diruang makan ;P&lt;/span&gt; akhirnya ada suara dari dalam ruangan ugd, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patient mit herzprobleme, bitte!  &lt;/span&gt;itu artinya kira2, pasien yang punya problem sama jantung silakan masuk.. haah? itu gw? sembarangan aja.. hhe, tapi berhubung sudah 2 jam menunggu, dan sebelum keduluan sm nenek atau kakek yang lain, masuk lah gw sendirian.. rhoma ga boleh ikut.. ditanya2 dulu tentang asuransi gw dsini, dan akhirnya disuruh tiduran dikasur, plus disuruh ganti baju rumah sakit.. oh no, malu dong ah, dsana ada skitar 5 pasien lainnya, walaupun smuanya Gramps, tapii tetep aja maluu.. akhirnya gw dibolehin pake kaos gw sndiri..woehehe. baru aja saya duduk dikasur, dokternya bilang, mau ekg gw.. haah apa pula itu ekg, ternyata ekg itu adalah sbuah mesin yang intinya bisa menghitung detak jantung secara akurat.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;correct me if im wrong ;P&lt;/span&gt; dan laut mesin ekg itu pulse gw lebih dari 150 / menit! wth? pantes aja kaya mau dpt undian..hehe&lt;br /&gt;Trus si dokter masangin kaya tube buat infus ditangan gw, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brutally&lt;/span&gt;.. oh no oh no oh no!&lt;br /&gt;3 jam kmudian, setelah mndapat direct cairan, dan disuntik 10x, duh, ;( gw boleh pulang sambil disuruh &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nunggu hasil&lt;/span&gt; minggu depannya..dan dengan kecepatan tak terbayangkan,hehe gw prgi dari rumah sakit, sebelum disuruh nginep..woehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-6432500689669296949?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/6432500689669296949/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/03/hipertiroid-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/6432500689669296949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/6432500689669296949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/03/hipertiroid-part-one.html' title='HIPERTIROID part one'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-4137649808572173437</id><published>2009-02-27T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:49:14.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SaiEoeYNf4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/InNr3Mf3Mks/s1600-h/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SaiEoeYNf4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/InNr3Mf3Mks/s320/IMG_0592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307637991740374914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waiting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, tomorrow &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;We&lt;/span&gt; are&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weve done searching,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to finding&lt;br /&gt;Sure we are, but,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Guts?&lt;/span&gt; not yet..&lt;br /&gt;dont&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; blame&lt;/span&gt; time,love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont &lt;/span&gt;blame chances,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;we make our own luck ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what they said,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the very thing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; we're looking for.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the one thing we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can't &lt;/span&gt;see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;sincerely yours ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-4137649808572173437?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/4137649808572173437/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/waiting-tomorrow-comes-tomorrow-goes.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/4137649808572173437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/4137649808572173437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/waiting-tomorrow-comes-tomorrow-goes.html' title='......'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SaiEoeYNf4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/InNr3Mf3Mks/s72-c/IMG_0592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-2352494811786074673</id><published>2009-02-27T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:20:36.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 facts about HOLIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally............. keupdate jg lah blog ini, since i am (literally) in Holiday, so this are 10 things i do in holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. GET UP &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; 11 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh itu udh ga pagi lagi yaa? woeheehe,jangan aneh? karenaa itu smua berhubungan dengan my-number-two-things-to-do in holiday! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. always SLEEP at 2 a.m. or maybe 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well,well, i know, this isnt good at all...but there is no point of going bed early either,right? woehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WATCH some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;serial movie&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yeaaah, this holiday is time for LOST season 5! ahaha, dont bother, just watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. CUT hair time!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole holiday thing wont complete if i didnt do this ;) i just cut my hair 2 days ago.. not much but its compulsory ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HORROR NIGHT.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know,if that come to a long holiday like this, i am soo into horror movies, i watched quarantine, one miss called, the decent, pulse and so many more lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. time to MAKE some RECIPE&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hehe, ga tau kenapa..bawaannya jadi pengen bereksperimen! kalo biasanya gw bereksperimen di lab,dengan senyawa2 kimiaa...di liburan ini saatnya bereksperimen dengan tepung terigu, mentega, coklat, kacang dan backing soda.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. KARAOKE!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dug dag dug dag! bitte musik nicht zu laut!" kira2 artinya "woy jangan berisik dong!" hhe, datanglah tetangga saya,ngomel! ya iyalah.. gimana ga ngomel, kalo nyetel lagu normal keras2 mungkin mereka happy2 aja... but since our kaleng rombeng sound is always in the air lately....sewot sepertinya mereka..hehehe ;p bodo! mau pindah ini.. eins zwei drei, you can dance you can jive having the time of your life uu uuu uu... hehe ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. TIDYING room pleaase...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya,ayo beres2.. mumpung ada waktuu, tar pas kuliah lagi boro2.. orang pulang kerumah tinggal capenya doang.. hho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;light my fire!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saatnya macar! (halah) hehe..eh eh tapi bnr kok kata orang kwalitas itu lebih penting daripada kuantitas... X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aaand the last thing i (should) do in this holiday&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. KERJA&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;do i need any futher information? kerja! demi masa depan..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys, if your now in germany and also IN holiday... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;ich wuenche euch viel spaß&lt;/span&gt;,gel? ingeet.. bulan dpan udah smster baru...woeehehhehe&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-2352494811786074673?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/2352494811786074673/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-facts-about-holiday.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/2352494811786074673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/2352494811786074673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-facts-about-holiday.html' title='10 facts about HOLIDAY!'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-1835652148794538308</id><published>2009-02-21T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:49:57.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the endless TAG ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is a wonderfully Tag from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://nengpinky.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html"&gt;pinkan&lt;/a&gt;.. whom i thanks the most because tagging me just in the right time to kill my boringness.. hehehe.. love youu pink ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Y&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;OU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Tag 25 friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing Queen - Abba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apanya Dong - Titiek Puspa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot and Cold - Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spirit Carries on - Dream theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grow Old with You - Adam Sandler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youve Got a Friend - James Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;HOME&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Michael Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back at one - Bryan Mcknight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laskar Pelangi - Nidji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone Else but You - Michael Cera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Elien Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Words Greatest - R. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Song for Mama - Boys II men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Bye - Air Supply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dare You to Move - Swichfoot  &lt;/span&gt;oh my god.. i cant wait! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and I both - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pesta Pantai - Toni Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoulda Coulda Woulda - Bryan McKnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long Time No See - Steven and Coconut Treez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's the worst thing that could happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Time is Running Out - Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother How are You Today - May Wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont Worry Be Happy - Bobby McFerrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is the one thing you regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holiday - The Begees&lt;/span&gt;  just dont ask me why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How will you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace with Love - Tony Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Will you ever get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Finally Found Someone - Barbara Streisand and Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valerie - Amy Winehouse&lt;/span&gt;  oh this is soo TRUE! woehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here, There and Everywhere - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What scares you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zombie - Cranberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If you could back in time, what would you chage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warwick Avenue - Duffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If someone says "is this okay?" you say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will Survive - Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, My Self and I - Beyonce Knowles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo such a fine Tag! it took me more than one hours to done it, because i heard every musics i wrote&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fully&lt;/span&gt;! heehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, not in the mood to take anyone else, so, if you read this and feeling "tag" just do it? kay?&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-1835652148794538308?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/1835652148794538308/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/endless-tag-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/1835652148794538308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/1835652148794538308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/endless-tag-p.html' title='the endless TAG ;p'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-1713468779355988251</id><published>2009-02-08T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:13:33.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tag dari &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://nengpinky.blogspot.com/"&gt;pinkan&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;15 Random Things About Me That You Should Know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i am dying to be an architect&lt;br /&gt;2. and get marry as soon as possible ;p &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;above 20 disease&lt;/span&gt; woehehe&lt;br /&gt;3. i try to love those pharmacy things specially&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; toxicology medicine&lt;/span&gt;, which unfortunately not yet&lt;br /&gt;4. love my family and boyfriend so muchoo&lt;br /&gt;5. the one that always make me home sick mostly is my &lt;a href="http://emmet-halliman.blogspot.com/"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. still trying to write a novel and be writer... wait my books,ok?  ;p&lt;br /&gt;7. i adore &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;cookie&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;8. i'm a cooke monster!!&lt;br /&gt;9. i will never bet a better =)&lt;br /&gt;10. i watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liltle miss sunshine &lt;/span&gt;for like 100 times or more&lt;br /&gt;11. i used to have an imaginary friend... hhe, hi? miss you..&lt;br /&gt;12. recently i think that edward and bella does exist.. idiots.. woehehe&lt;br /&gt;13. free to eat cookie, chocolate, candy and even junk food without gaining weight.. hhe lucky me... ;)&lt;br /&gt;14. i am 90 pounds and 5 foot 4&lt;br /&gt;15. kinda tired now... so, this is my last fact you should know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is it.. i tag &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://emmet-halliman.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; nyet.. but i know you wont tag from and to anyone..hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-1713468779355988251?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/1713468779355988251/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-dari-pinkan-15-random-things-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/1713468779355988251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/1713468779355988251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-dari-pinkan-15-random-things-about.html' title=''/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-3295562890138973375</id><published>2009-02-08T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:41:21.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9NYhHJ9pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-eRNoDQ6idA/s1600-h/color102.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9NYhHJ9pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-eRNoDQ6idA/s320/color102.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300540370038945426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are Red Wolf, who is not afraid of meeting new people, and are kind to everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You are very sociable and extremely innocent woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true.. true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There are many unique type of people in Red Wolf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uniqe? do you mean freak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You are bold enough to push your own way, without being restricted by tradition and common knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You don't care what the other people think of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pups egal ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You want to do as you wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Therefore, your life style and preferences are little bit different from others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not realy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You dislike having no style of your own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You possess your own sense of balance, and you create your own environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You have sharp instinct that you use in daily life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly! lets say six sense? woehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; This makes you do a good job of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ameen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You are very pure inside, but this sometimes can create misunderstanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats explane a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your action that you do unconsciously may not be understood by the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is 100 percent true! mind you, i am too shaples..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Once you decide on something, you will definitely carry it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bis zum tod ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But that may be today or a year later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, you so darn right! this is soo me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; This makes it difficult to plan other things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...kinda pathetic is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You ought to be careful not to give up so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although you tend to be rather unique, the way you look for originality makes you successful in the field of designing and planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you, i study farmacy now, but i am dying to be an architect.. does that still count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You are cheerful and have dreams, so you can adapt to circumstances quite easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all right&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good sense of balance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats depends of which balance you mean, i often end up "fall by accident" hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can think and calculate about your future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt? but believe me, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;to let it the way it is and i do not believe in coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You may go for an arranged marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this point is nothing but TRUE... hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.. this is soo damn right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-3295562890138973375?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/3295562890138973375/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/realy.html#comment-form' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/3295562890138973375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/3295562890138973375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/realy.html' title='oh ya?'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9NYhHJ9pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-eRNoDQ6idA/s72-c/color102.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-4884250256013164025</id><published>2009-02-08T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:42:44.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream place to go ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have pretty much wishes in my life, soo much that i cant even name it one by one, soo lets not talk about all my wish but one, my dream place to go.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by a book&lt;/span&gt; is the first time i knew this place even exist.. considering my-under-average-point of geographycs lesson in my school time,no wonder i doubted the existence one of the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful thing &lt;/span&gt;in our entire world, a place called PRAGUE, the largest city of the Czech Republic.. you know what? it was only a dream! for god sake i lived in indonesia,so there will be a zillion miles to drive, or over 10.000 miles away by plane, which sounds more possible to make. so, i leave it behind, and try to control my mind from creating too much imagination of what exactly those city look a like..&lt;br /&gt;then, time flies so incredibly fast.. when i just hit 18, i to continue my study in germany.. to be honest with you, i would like say that was the bigest and the very LAST minute decision i ever made in my life, and amazingly i have no regret about that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i n &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g e r&lt;/span&gt; m a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;n y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... things seems a bit easier to go to my must-to-go-place-before-you-die, but every single thing is new and as a freshman student, i will not even imagine to going outside country.. until one just nothing special afternoon, that day (as i remember) ive got my friends visited we brought this easy afternoon talk about places, since we were all here (red:germany) places such as paris, london, barcelona even manchester are easier to reach... suddenly i remembered my dream place and i tell everyone that i have to go to Prague at least once in my life... then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abra kadabra&lt;/span&gt;, the next day after this beautiful places talk,one of my friend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well at least used to be my friend&lt;/span&gt;, tell me that he already prepared everything and its all up to me to choose day to go.. whether friday or saturday which mean only 3 days away until one of my dreams come true.. i will never ever ever ever forget those feeling, feeling for waiting and knowing my dream will happend, immediately! that week i cant barely slept, and i DID NOT slept at all one day before we went to prague, my dream place...........  we took a train,4 hours later... there i was.... in Czech Republic, PRAGUE.. i can not describe the breathtaking beuty of those city so.. here are the pictures of my dream place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9BMK07dzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xxWkCyGqEVM/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9BMK07dzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xxWkCyGqEVM/s320/P1010060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300526963758954290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9B6t7srtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SYy5fI6m6-Y/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9B6t7srtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SYy5fI6m6-Y/s320/P1010064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300527763456569042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9CLKQ8txI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jYt5nnZoEJ0/s1600-h/P1010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9CLKQ8txI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jYt5nnZoEJ0/s320/P1010111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300528045939799826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9CbuDRXxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Qj4GZBoXgKM/s1600-h/P1010117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9CbuDRXxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Qj4GZBoXgKM/s320/P1010117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300528330424016658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9CoeC3AXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1s4Ps5h5WUk/s1600-h/P1010144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9CoeC3AXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1s4Ps5h5WUk/s320/P1010144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300528549465620850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so.. is that true? picture worth a thousand word ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to rhoma ;) u made my dream come true....... ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-4884250256013164025?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/4884250256013164025/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-pretty-much-wishes-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/4884250256013164025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/4884250256013164025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-pretty-much-wishes-in-my-life.html' title='a dream place to go ;)'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY9BMK07dzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xxWkCyGqEVM/s72-c/P1010060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-4969034271323713131</id><published>2009-02-07T15:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:03:09.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookie monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY4m-DUsMqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/atogHa6iL7M/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY4m-DUsMqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/atogHa6iL7M/s320/cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300216658947486370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, this isnt gonna be true, i wasnt a big fan of cookie, but.. now, magically i am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cookie monster&lt;/span&gt;! i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt; those butter and choco cookie.. its all started because rhoma brought me those cookies last week.. this heart shape, good taste, lovely smell cookies! i mean, i never&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;believe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love at first sight, &lt;/span&gt;but now, i defenetly have faith in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love at first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bite&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; i can feel those lovely butter melted in my tounge.. oh no oh no! now i can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;help my self to stop eating cookie, e v e r y t i m e like for breakfast, before luch, with milk, after dinner and the best part is with a buch of novel.. i even ask rhoma like 5 times a day to bring me some cookie again when i "run my fuel" ;p woehehe.. i actually can skip my lunch but i can NOT skip eating cookies.. shame on me, is 20 too old for being cookies fans? are those cookie things bad for body? i mean, i am 90 pounds now, well see next month..  woehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookie.. i love you so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hug n kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your biggest fans ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-4969034271323713131?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/4969034271323713131/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/cookie-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/4969034271323713131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/4969034271323713131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/cookie-monster.html' title='cookie monster'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY4m-DUsMqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/atogHa6iL7M/s72-c/cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-8564403461437584273</id><published>2009-02-02T04:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:49:52.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ooh,of course, NOBODYs perfect! its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;actualy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being perfect&lt;/span&gt; ;p but its all about how i want to do everythings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt;! i mean, every single bloody things! actually i did realized this since i was 6 or 7 years old, i was attended of a drawings competition, aint no good with drawing,i reckon..but those day, i drew everyting pefectly! even a tiny litle thing like a line! in the end of the competition i only finished a half of my task, not much, but amazingly i felt so statisfied back there.&lt;br /&gt;and so on for another example, when i have to wrote down the teachers note on the board.. i spent the last 30 minutes just to wrote my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;" title, i used coloured pencil, glittered ballpoint or even crayon! weird,is it not? and the funniest part is, if i make a one singel litle unimportant thing which people will never ever recognize it, like my "i" is too wobbly (for me), i cut and destroyed everything that i wrote and throw it to the rubbish spin.. aand start everything over, blimey!&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i know, that people like me usually called perfectionism.. they said perfectionism can be a healthy quality that drives a person to try his/her best and to make the effort to excel. Some people, however, take the strive for perfection too far,and there is a price to pay..&lt;br /&gt;and, to whom may take this perfection thingy too far,some expert called them, Extreme perfectionists.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am not,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or hopefully i am not&lt;/span&gt;, an extreme perfectionists..so, to prove it, i took some test "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how perfectionis you are"&lt;/span&gt;, and i got 65 of 100 max scores! mind you, if 100 is the extreme perfectionis, theres nothing to be worried of my 65 scores,right? woehehehe&lt;br /&gt;anywaay.. i do have another things to prove that i am not an extreme perfectionis.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i do love somebody and they said, nobodys perfect,right? so i am in love with some one imperfect! yuhuuu.&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im not that extreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but, i think, i love him, perfectly..woehehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;by the way.. to mr. Nugraha :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SYbsAQADMZI/AAAAAAAAADA/ls0NnTfEzTk/s1600-h/large_love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SYbsAQADMZI/AAAAAAAAADA/ls0NnTfEzTk/s320/large_love1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298181500687298962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO, ARE YOU A PERFECTIONIST? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-8564403461437584273?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/8564403461437584273/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/8564403461437584273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/8564403461437584273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-me.html' title='Perfect me?'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SYbsAQADMZI/AAAAAAAAADA/ls0NnTfEzTk/s72-c/large_love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-8136061738311402334</id><published>2009-02-02T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:12:43.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life can be soo funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i do have NO reason to be angry to You,gusti Allah.. i know that You always have a much bigger plan for us than ours.. ive always been told that the way You works do not same at all with the capability of humans brains.. but tell me Allah, why life can be so funny.. its not that im ungrateful with my life, i am so happy to live my life and be who i am right now.. maybe this is just the unordinary work of my humans brain, but Allah, i just do not understand, why theres war? why it take so loong? why people can be so cruel? why the bad guys happy and the good people have to suffered? i reckon, maybe justice just have to wait until the right day..i do remember your Promise to us,that after this "rain" there will be a rainbow ;)&lt;br /&gt;And my mighty Allah, i have one more Question.. why do the ages of human life can be so funny.. one day You took my friends so fast that they dont even reach eightteen, but on the other day You give my grandpa so much times to lived.. and some times a baby doesnt even have a chance to be born.. this is a bit funny to me.. but i know,and i always believe, theres always be so much reasons for You,&lt;i&gt; the best reasons,that not every human would understand&lt;/i&gt; ,to do that..&lt;br /&gt;And i Allah, i just want You to know, and i know You must already knew ;), i love you so much.. although for me life is so funny, i love life.. and i promise with all my heart, i will never ever waste my life.. i know life can be so short, but Allah, thanks for giving me my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-8136061738311402334?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/8136061738311402334/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-can-be-soo-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/8136061738311402334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/8136061738311402334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-can-be-soo-funny.html' title='Life can be soo funny'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-3328240033341082279</id><published>2009-02-02T04:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:46:46.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>klik..</title><content type='html'>http://ceriagames.com/support_palestine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klik this, one single KLIK is equal Rp 100 for Palestine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-3328240033341082279?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/3328240033341082279/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/klik.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/3328240033341082279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/3328240033341082279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/klik.html' title='klik..'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-3721438219108842918</id><published>2009-02-02T04:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:03:28.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ketidakadilan sejak dini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ini cerita nyata seorang anak sma di jakarta..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disetiap sekolah dijakarta biasanya mempunyai beragam macam ekstrakuriikuler (baca:ekskul).&lt;br /&gt;kisah ini dimulai dari seorang anak lelaki,kelas satu sma dya begitu antusias disekolah barunya,dibilangan jakarta selatan..&lt;br /&gt;sekolah ini menyediakan ekskul beragam macam. begitu banyak pilihan.. dya sampai  bingung, bingung memilih apa.&lt;br /&gt;dya bercerita kepada mereka, orang terdekatnya,ekskul yang mana? ada satu pilihan, dia memilihnya,namun mereka menentangnya.. ekskul ini rumit, sulit dan sangat tak mudah untuk menjadi anggotanya...&lt;br /&gt;ekskul ini menjunjung nama alam, gunung, dan hutan.. katanya ekskul butuh 3 point,pertama fisik, lalu mental dan juga otak..&lt;br /&gt;tapi dya tak gentar,dya mencobanya.. masa latihan 6 bulan,&lt;br /&gt;setiap minggu katanya diberi pendidikan, anak ini mengorbankan segalanya untuk ekskul ini, jam bermainnya, jam berlajarnya, bahkan jam untuk dirinya sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;satu,dua,tiga sampai bulan ke enam..dya bertahan.. dya melakukannya dengan sangat sempurna..&lt;br /&gt;tinggal 2 hari lagi,sampai ke masa yang mereka bilang masa kemenangan..&lt;br /&gt;tiba tiba datanglah seseorang, dya bilang orang ini dewa, anak ini cuma hamba, dewa berkuasa, raja pun takluk terhadap dewa..&lt;br /&gt;dimasa yang harusnya menjadi hari kemenangan untuk anak ini, setelah segala pengorbanan tak ada habisnya, anak ini diusir dewa..&lt;br /&gt;dewa membuat cerita, dewa menurunkan perintah untuk anak ini, perintah membuat 60 gunungdalam satu menit, perintah yang raja,maupun dewa sendiri tak bisa memenuhinya..&lt;br /&gt;tapi anak ini luar biasa, dya membuat 56 gunung buat dewa..&lt;br /&gt;namun dewa berkelit,dewa bilang anak ini gagal.. dan dewa pun mengusir anak ini, dihari menjelang kemenangannya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak ini hancur, dewa merenggut mimpinya.. tapi liat saja, dewa akan malu.. jangan kan 60 dalam 1 menit, 100 gunungpun akan ditaklukannya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh sayang dewa, kau lupa point ketiga..,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-3721438219108842918?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-1732393625965978414</id><published>2009-02-02T04:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:55:29.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>indahnya sakit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saya bukan orang yang sering sakit, tapi saya juga bukan orang yang selalu sehat..&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau sehat saya ga pernah mikir sakit anehnyaa kalau lagi sakit kok saya kepikiran sehat?&lt;br /&gt;tidur dirumah sakit itu ga enak,ga nyaman dan sakit ;p malah lebih parah dari pada sakitnya sendiri.. hehe berlebihan ga yaa ;p&lt;br /&gt;dihajar habis2an sama jarum,sekali,duakali sih gapapa tapi kalo berkali kali ya jadi apa apa.. woehehe&lt;br /&gt;jadi pasien dirumah sakit buat saya jadi ngertii banget sama perasaan gajah ato jerapah di taman safari, diliatin daan diurusin,hhe..mungkin siy gajah &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt; bgt kali ya waktu taman safarinya tutup dan pengunjungnya pada pulang because &lt;i&gt;so do i !&lt;/i&gt;  saya happy bgt waktu dibolehin pulang..woehehe ga nyambuung..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but trust me&lt;/i&gt; there are no WORST than mixing your sickness,far away from home AND lots of exams ;p and so on you have to drinks some pills in the next one month! sayang obat itu pait, coba manis rasa strawbery ;p duuh kalo kaya gini jadi rindu sama si sehat ;)&lt;br /&gt;but being sick had also aloot of good things for you: first you have a lot of days (well in my case) for holiday!! yuhuu&lt;br /&gt;and then you can sleep longer ;) as long as you want because the other thinks that that was part of your recovery woehehe...and last but believe me its NOT least you can realize how precious is your HEALTH.. iya itu siy yang paling penting..hehe&lt;br /&gt;so mate,doakan saya ya..biar cepat sembuh dan biar ada obat khusus buat orang dewasa tapi rasa strobery..hhe becanda deeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. jerapah gw janji ga bakal liat kalian pake pandangan itu lagi.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-1732393625965978414?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/1732393625965978414/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/indahnya-sakit.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/1732393625965978414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/1732393625965978414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/indahnya-sakit.html' title='indahnya sakit?'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-7784957817434956135</id><published>2009-02-02T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:55:48.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if God is one of us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Di langit ketujuh?&lt;/b&gt; itu lah tempat dimana biasa orang orang mengilustrasikan tempat Tuhan yang maha kuasa berada,atau at least, itu lah yang saya bayangkan waktu kecil,bayangan tuhan ada dilangit,mengawasi kita umatNYA dari sana.lalu saya mulai belajar agama,mereka bilang Tuhan itu dekat,lebih dekat dari pada urat nadi kita.tapi lah wong namanya juga anak kecil, urat nadi aja saya belum tau ad dimana woehehe..&lt;br /&gt;walau sekarang saya tau lewat tafsir kalau itu berarti gusti Allah tau,semua apa yang kita lakukan,apa yang terjadi didunia sampai sehelai daun yang jatuh..&lt;br /&gt;tapii,belakangan saya berfikir..gmana klo ternyata Tuhan itu teman saya? guru saya? pemusik jalanan? anak dipanti asuhan? knapa ga mungkin? Tuhan kan maha kuasa...Beliau bisa aja "jadi" apa aja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; kadang saya selalu ingat beribadah,solat,puasa,amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt; mahruf nahi munkar..&lt;br /&gt;tapi knapa kalau liat pengemis susah banget buat nyari uang receh? knapa kalau kita liat anak kecil ngamen suka ngedumel2 sendiri,ga mau ngasih,bilang ga mendidik lah,masih kecil bisanya minta2 lah..kadang kita lupa kalau mereka bagaimanapun juga lebih kurang beruntung dari pada kita-kecil-dulu..coba,apa ga mungkin kalau DIA yang mahakuasa adalah mereka. apa ga mungkin kalau MEREKA ada di bumi ini untuk menguji kita yang notebenenya masih mampu? lah wong masih bisa ngeblog ;p,woehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so,what if God is one of us?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-7784957817434956135?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/7784957817434956135/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-if-god-is-one-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/7784957817434956135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/7784957817434956135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-if-god-is-one-of-us.html' title='what if God is one of us?'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-6663955289094169589</id><published>2009-01-22T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:40:44.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMAN AND MAN:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;two wrongs wouldnt make a right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. from the author: those story are just tales,not me of course ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-6663955289094169589?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/6663955289094169589/comments/default' title='Kommentare 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-7989171815010697795</id><published>2009-01-22T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:56:57.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o3.33 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;had a fight. its all about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; actually,n o t h i n g important. neither me nor my girl can control our word. she called me loser and i told her to pissed of. that was just enough for me. so before i do something stupider, i left her crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;home already,still sick of her voice, i decided not to talk. great, now i have time to play my football games which she never like. theres no more disturbing voice again around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;00.05 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ive only played about half hour,its silly,i always wanted play whole day,but its kinda borring play alone,without that voice-or it just me?ok, i must very sleepy,what a day is today.. i took my pillow,and slept on sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09.00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey theres a blanket round me? i took no blanket yesterday,could it be.... yeah it could be her, i must thanks to her, but seeing her pale,unhappy face makes me hold this idea twice,i think that those yesterdays fight isnt my fault anyway,so what is the point of appology??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.oo am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is she? i miss her,is everything alright? does she already taking her medicines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girl is home,but she doesnt have a word for me......... my jaw is sick! i want to talk so bad... those fight and everything is nothing but the silliest things in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love her and i know she loves me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-7989171815010697795?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-1504255295541485267</id><published>2009-01-20T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:56:38.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.33 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go Fuck  your self,he said to me once we had a very big fight then he left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i care? even if he will never come back again,what the fuck! but the unsolve thingy between us is the only thing matter.. u know what? its sucks because its&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came home,with a very big silent.. so what? i can live like this anyway.. its good to have a quite situation in the house,which rarely happened before.. i ejoyed it and too "bussy", even for looking at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;00.05 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went to the living room and slept in the sofa,i tried to sleep but apparently could not.. no one could.. time flies so slow, even slower than ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09.00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of silent still dancing between us..but a liltle tiny strange feeling is coming through my blood..is this it? do i missing him? its  feel like im just a kid who wants candy so bad but still in a very bad cough.. so, again wtf! i can buy candy in every store.. so I LET YOU WIN,ego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im home, i see him, doing nothing.  i was out for like about one hour to taking my meds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hugs me he hugs me he hugs me he hugs me he hugs me he hugs me he hugs me he hugs me&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, he murmurs he kiss me he kiss me he kiss me he kiss me he kiss me he kiss me kiss me. is this it? this is love.....................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-1504255295541485267?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/1504255295541485267/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/01/woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/1504255295541485267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/1504255295541485267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/01/woman.html' title='WOMAN'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-912321450977566508</id><published>2009-01-20T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:21:55.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream come true.. yuhuu</title><content type='html'>a film based on the bestselling novel by Sophie Kinsella, my favorite book! oh no oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant waiit...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jml_MOEPA-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jml_MOEPA-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-912321450977566508?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/912321450977566508/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-come-true-yuhuu.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/912321450977566508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385258624058011114/posts/default/912321450977566508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-come-true-yuhuu.html' title='a dream come true.. yuhuu'/><author><name>my shapeless imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-2833917223622758164</id><published>2009-01-20T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:19:18.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why people are soo mean..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SXYxvZI0E7I/AAAAAAAAABY/FDkijdiMFOs/s1600-h/17ce47c00902f221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SXYxvZI0E7I/AAAAAAAAABY/FDkijdiMFOs/s320/17ce47c00902f221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293473102292063154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this in devianart, its belongs to a norway photographer.. she or he (i dont know)  tooks so many great pictures.. and this is on of her or his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the whole family is there.. well.. almost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh my god..seeing this make me wanna be a vegan ;( well like everyone said " a picture worth a thousand word..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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imagination</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02393377862256656072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SY-FYhptTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bPWI-tcskOA/S220/bunciis..948.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOtrwUZ-Uyw/SXYxvZI0E7I/AAAAAAAAABY/FDkijdiMFOs/s72-c/17ce47c00902f221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385258624058011114.post-6745672235483191503</id><published>2009-01-20T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:56:16.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its officially my third blog ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="post-body entry-content"&gt;i dont know,why would i even to this.. maybe since writing is one of my biggest resolution for 2009 ;)&lt;br /&gt;hopefully&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; this one&lt;/span&gt; work properly ;p&lt;br /&gt;soo,shall we starting this brand new blog with a TAG from my old one blog? woehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six random things about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love yellow&lt;br /&gt;i always want to be an architect, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which impossible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams is to marry a perfect man with a huge heart as soon as possible,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but unfortunatelly not yet ;p&lt;/span&gt; and have 3 or 4 handsome or beautiful children,woehehehe&lt;br /&gt;i adore&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shopie kinsella&lt;/span&gt;, british woman who wrote the most funniest books in entire galaxi ;)&lt;br /&gt;i always HATE math or physic orr sort of things to do with numbers..it just NOT my passion ;p&lt;br /&gt;i do speak deutsch,but i feel its way too far from good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six random things i like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iphone 3G..&lt;br /&gt;being home&lt;br /&gt;PRAG&lt;br /&gt;i like green&lt;br /&gt;shopping ;)&lt;br /&gt;juicy fruit! i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addict &lt;/span&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six random things i don't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH exept nordsee&lt;br /&gt;math&lt;br /&gt;physic&lt;br /&gt;dishonest&lt;br /&gt;back stabber, darn!&lt;br /&gt;away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six quirky things about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could take more than one hour for a single bathe,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird it is not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day ive made such a local flood from bathroom due my one and a half hour bath habbit ;p&lt;br /&gt;it took soo long because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my day dreaming and searching for inspiration,&lt;/span&gt; oh&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for god sake!&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt have done that but i still doing it ;(&lt;br /&gt;oh no more quirky things about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six things that make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE,bukan sabun loh yaa! woehehe&lt;br /&gt;good dreams&lt;br /&gt;travelling&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAYS&lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;food,of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its done! my first post of my third blogs...huraaaay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385258624058011114-6745672235483191503?l=myshapelessimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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