<?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-3237859084265929293</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:52:33.524-07:00</updated><category term='my studying site at Lee Wee Nam Library..when I ran out of table..'/><category term='heartsounds'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Black Lover's Heart Sounds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-4354324844402610292</id><published>2010-07-08T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:24:46.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Broke My Chair..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TDXtfBCxVrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RecLumurg2U/s1600/070720101985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TDBqcG8TbRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/q8ofMKob-wE/s400/150620101817.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490004976897060114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1st, 2010 was our special day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-1033455706979147937?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1033455706979147937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/07/aidil-and-amanda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/1033455706979147937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/1033455706979147937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/07/aidil-and-amanda.html' title='Aidil and Amanda'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TDBqcG8TbRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/q8ofMKob-wE/s72-c/150620101817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-8434564307190330085</id><published>2010-06-20T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T06:26:22.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tembem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TB4W0HRc1uI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OfdgjZj59Og/s1600/DSC02641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TB4W0HRc1uI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OfdgjZj59Og/s320/DSC02641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484846480745092834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TB4WzTLRdPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4maCbe6jrz4/s1600/DSC02606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TB4WzTLRdPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4maCbe6jrz4/s320/DSC02606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484846466760537330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TB4WyxrkBEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7_SD8fBfmp8/s1600/150620101816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anas, that is how we call her in the house. Well me is a bit different, I love to call her by 'Eneezz'..cuz that just simply sounds crazy and she deserves that..LOL (peace, Neezz!!_ :-D and she calls me with "Emm" back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TAtJXWM4GJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/j_s0qbJ8ThY/s1600/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TAtJXWM4GJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/j_s0qbJ8ThY/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TAtJXBvs-yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zRh1lD7amGA/s1600/100_1369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TAtJXBvs-yI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zRh1lD7amGA/s320/100_1369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TAtJX2yNv7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/XpTxw20MdZs/s1600/DSC02379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TAtJX2yNv7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/XpTxw20MdZs/s320/DSC02379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: justified"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of my besties. We live under the same roofs in Jogja aka House mates. So why am I writing on this blog about her? Because she left the house this morning forever..she left for work in Jakarta.I was a bit annoyed that she didn't tell me she would leave the house today..I tried not to let my tears coming out of my eyes when I saw her packed everything up to the car with her family in the front yard. I kept telling her "How cruel you didn't tell me you're leaving today!"..and for the first time she hugged me at the first place :-) and that helped me a bit from burst in tears..besides, she will work in Jakarta, only 1,5 hours by car from my hometown. So it wouldn't be our last meeting anyway inshaAllah. But still I was pretty sad that she left..I hate goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda funny how we found click on each other..We strolled down "Sunday Morning Market" (that's how it's called here) along with other house mates that Sunday morning almost 2 years ago. When suddenly we talked about tattoes and both of us loved them..LOL. Ever since, we were becoming closer :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she is..she is a non-talkative, strong-willed pretty woman. She doesn't show her personal problems publicly like I do, she doesn't talk much like I do, she eats a lot but never gained any weight exactly just like I've never done!! LOL. She has beautiful white skin whereas mine is a bit tanned, she looks a bit like Katy Perry while I look much like a pretty Indian actress..hahahaha. Ok ok ok..enough for the description.. :-pOverall I like this girl so much that we have some interests in common..loving tats, we're crazy about movies and being hiddenly-crazy sometimes..despite some things we have in different too, like she fonds of cool chinese guys while me, I'd prefer handsome western guys or just indonesian guys over chinese..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always says that I am a naive girl...(which is true..sigh~) this is where you hit me, Nez.. (self confession..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like telling her stories about my life..she's a very good listener though sometimes she got annoyed when I asked her for some advises but I just wouldn't do that..haha. Sorry, Enn!! I am just way uncontrolled sometimes and can't think straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies with her is a nice activity we did almost every weekend in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to the mall, dining out in some small restos nearby, shopping some accessories or clothes, and talking about people (this is bad..bad..bad..lol) are what we did together :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last activity we did was watching two bad quality horror movies on the second floor in the house..while having our breakfast on Saturday morning this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eneeeeszzzz....ngga mau tau pokoknya we should catch up in Jakarta yaaaaa...!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUV you, bestie.. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-7830550464127316443?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7830550464127316443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-bestie_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/7830550464127316443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/7830550464127316443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-bestie_06.html' title='My Bestie!'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/TAtJXWM4GJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/j_s0qbJ8ThY/s72-c/DSC00857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-9096258046174270664</id><published>2010-05-08T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:54:23.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-St. Augustine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-9096258046174270664?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/9096258046174270664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/05/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/9096258046174270664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/9096258046174270664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/05/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-4804760062728901985</id><published>2010-05-08T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T07:55:58.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Longer You Visit Me in My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As the nights slowly fade to darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And your face is no longer in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't help but wake up in the middle of the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thinking of the words you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just to hear your soft voice in my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I drift into my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remembering the words you said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wake up &amp;amp; weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The dreams I used to have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Were the ones that made me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now the only reason i fall asleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So my heart won't collapse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i can't see you around to catch me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When i fall so quickly out of sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You no longer tell me it'll be okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or tell me everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Loneliness is my only friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No Longer you visit me In My dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now i sleep alone in my bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to see you and remember all what you said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;taken from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204);  "&gt;&lt;a href="http://stolen-moment.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-longer-u-visit-me-in-my-dreams.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://stolen-moment.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-longer-u-visit-me-in-my-dreams.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-4804760062728901985?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4804760062728901985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-longer-you-visit-me-in-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/4804760062728901985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/4804760062728901985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-longer-you-visit-me-in-my-dreams.html' title='No Longer You Visit Me in My Dreams'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-4022302953780127690</id><published>2010-05-04T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:14:43.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Recent Playlist</title><content type='html'>Who cares what I am listening to anyway..&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to share with anyone who read this blog..or just simply stumbled across it.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the list of the songs I have been listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broken Strings - James Morrison &amp;amp; Nelly Furtado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow - Amy Winehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Is A Losing Game - Amy Winehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;as a surrogate of Rude Boy by Rihanna..since this song has a great destructive impact on my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-4022302953780127690?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4022302953780127690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-recent-playlist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/4022302953780127690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/4022302953780127690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-recent-playlist.html' title='My Recent Playlist'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-5550316827377547031</id><published>2010-05-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:08:25.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starry Night</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/_opH6zqb2gjA/S-D8m8u_l9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/MIIvh2xWFuE/s1600/VG-StarryNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S-D8m8u_l9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/MIIvh2xWFuE/s400/VG-StarryNight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467647693696243666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Starry Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what happened to Van Gogh when he drew this painting?&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/3237859084265929293-5550316827377547031?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S-D8m8u_l9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/MIIvh2xWFuE/s72-c/VG-StarryNight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-6038103310564125695</id><published>2010-05-04T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:30:19.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How much can you appreciate one's presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not much until you realize the meaning and value of that person's presence until she has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..away from all of your senses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can no longer see..&lt;br /&gt;..touch..&lt;br /&gt;..feel..&lt;br /&gt;..hear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless your love is pure and tender&lt;br /&gt;she will always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will still be able to see her..&lt;br /&gt;..touch her..&lt;br /&gt;..feel her..&lt;br /&gt;..hear her..&lt;br /&gt;with your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never approach her if you have no good intention&lt;br /&gt;for her soul is fragile now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step back&lt;br /&gt;self-reflect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come to her back when you can always be there for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-6038103310564125695?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6038103310564125695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/05/presence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/6038103310564125695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/6038103310564125695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/05/presence.html' title='Presence'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-5372024728900065786</id><published>2010-05-04T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:20:29.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down</title><content type='html'>Am: Down Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied: If you place your hope in humanity, you will be let down, quite ungracefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hopes were not placed upon a certain individual though actually..Hopes are only placed upon Allah. But still remember one fact, that hopes are ALWAYS ABOUT something..and that also including human and his humanity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather stop hoping I guess..it's all just about an endless futile circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless a certain decision is made clear and firm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-5372024728900065786?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5372024728900065786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/05/down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/5372024728900065786'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-8231431040468030327?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8231431040468030327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-m-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/8231431040468030327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/8231431040468030327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-m-g.html' title='O M G'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-7211289557171344741</id><published>2010-04-18T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T07:43:35.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This The End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and at the and you have to step back and be strong indefinitely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(though my heart is not ready yet for everything to be over)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to be just fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are strong, Amanda!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for Allah will never fail you and He is the only owner of all love in the universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-7211289557171344741?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-7297961634194886906</id><published>2010-04-08T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:21:47.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedih</title><content type='html'>Gw sedih&lt;br /&gt;Gw bingung what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I was just being wasted..dia ngga ngerti gimana rasanya jadi Amanda&lt;br /&gt;yang diposisikan seperti ini..walaupun gw tau posisi dia juga sulit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah..please show me the way and clues..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-7297961634194886906?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7297961634194886906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/04/sedih.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/7297961634194886906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/7297961634194886906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/04/sedih.html' title='Sedih'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-618982028527992913</id><published>2010-03-10T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:46:31.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooding Yogyakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A raining afternoon in Yogyakarta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a day that I was trapped doing nothing at a printing shop!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..I hate waiting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fHggZWBlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DfjUigYDI9k/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fHggZWBlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DfjUigYDI9k/s400/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447041635593881170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That parking man was trying to move my motorcycle away from the traffic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fHf5hoqGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QLRMtXkYv1c/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fHf5hoqGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QLRMtXkYv1c/s400/DSC01222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447041625159673954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the blackout and rain started to fall down, I was happily planning that my research bundles would get done by 7 p.m. and it ended up that I needed to wait for 2 hours in the dark at the printing shop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fHfu0RowI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H6zaJsF9lgU/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fHfu0RowI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H6zaJsF9lgU/s400/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447041622285067010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of being a complete dumb stupid statue staying inside the darkness, I would rather staring at my poor little motorcycle flooded at the side of the street (before the parking man moved it away to the safer and shallower place)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fHfOI7PSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6e2uH4k_gfs/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fHfOI7PSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6e2uH4k_gfs/s400/DSC01215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447041613513309474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh..you poor little motorbike..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fHeuwBM4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Em3gGpkBcnk/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fHeuwBM4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Em3gGpkBcnk/s400/DSC01219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447041605087343490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My main activity that time was taking pictures..geez..what a waste!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fLkvwLHJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/V7LngvLM4UY/s400/DSC01229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After waiting for 2 hours..not less but probably more..the water shrank down, all tyres were completely seen rocking on wet road..thanks God~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally finished printing my final research scripts and got them bundled at 8.30 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a day and what a waste for the 2 hour-waiting doing NOTHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..and this is by the way the first time I saw the flooded Yogyakarta..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3237859084265929293-618982028527992913?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/618982028527992913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/03/flooding-yogyakarta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/618982028527992913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/618982028527992913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/03/flooding-yogyakarta.html' title='Flooding Yogyakarta'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5fHggZWBlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DfjUigYDI9k/s72-c/DSC01221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-3105257744015045972</id><published>2010-03-10T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:12:27.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEARN</title><content type='html'>Longing for something uncertain is absolutely gonna make you sick, people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-3105257744015045972?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3105257744015045972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/03/yearn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/3105257744015045972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/3105257744015045972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/03/yearn.html' title='YEARN'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-5879127722778940441</id><published>2010-03-07T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:11:21.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Inspired</title><content type='html'>Just read some posts made by my friend, Rainintha Siahaan, a student of University of Indonesia concentrating in International Affairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the link to her blog: http://raspberryx.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..all came out on my mind was "Wow Hell, such an awesome blog writer!" I cannot agree more that she is totally brilliant, vibrant, daring and excellent at all things she does and deals with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of you, Rain! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I do miss you lotzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5RqP-TCWCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7wgRenf69MQ/s1600-h/IMG_2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5RqP-TCWCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7wgRenf69MQ/s400/IMG_2331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446094672051197986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rain &amp;amp; I at Bhangra Dance Socialization Day in International Relation Office, NTU&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 2009&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/3237859084265929293-5879127722778940441?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5879127722778940441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-inspired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/5879127722778940441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/5879127722778940441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-inspired.html' title='Getting Inspired'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5RqP-TCWCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7wgRenf69MQ/s72-c/IMG_2331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-1315774237767479026</id><published>2010-03-07T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:14:36.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Web Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5Rn4OkEx0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/6wnwtJqYBi0/s1600-h/Picture0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5Rn4OkEx0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/6wnwtJqYBi0/s400/Picture0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446092065077512002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Testing my web camera...&lt;br /&gt;is it good enough to capture some vids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-1315774237767479026?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1315774237767479026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/1315774237767479026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/1315774237767479026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Web Camera'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S5Rn4OkEx0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/6wnwtJqYBi0/s72-c/Picture0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-3584633383336803218</id><published>2010-02-14T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:02:56.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartsounds'/><title type='text'>A Whisper of The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S3fm_feiYOI/AAAAAAAAADg/rSeyqoG-nTk/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S3fm_feiYOI/AAAAAAAAADg/rSeyqoG-nTk/s320/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438069053528891618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to step back and let him go..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I just don't know how..and when..and I'm not sure if I'm strong enough for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this feeling has been growing..and it is still growing..inevitably and always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I want to reach him, the condition simply doesn't allow me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I want to say something, I don't feel justified to say it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I end my pray everyday, I have to think what I ask God for..whether it is fair for everyone involved..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I want to hear his voice, all I do is just close my eyes, lay my body on the bed and get those memories back to those phone calls or Yahoo Messenger calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't blame the feeling I have..all I have to do is just being strong and accepting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could have a pretty long phone call to tell you all the truth I have been feeling, hero..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that you have the wills to listen to my rambles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not sure of what I felt for you back then but now I am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..that I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3237859084265929293-3584633383336803218?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3584633383336803218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/02/whisper-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/3584633383336803218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/3584633383336803218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/02/whisper-of-heart.html' title='A Whisper of The Heart'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S3fm_feiYOI/AAAAAAAAADg/rSeyqoG-nTk/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-6205770198356542682</id><published>2010-02-09T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:19:17.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>It hasn't been replied for almost two months..and other messages as well..maybe they were just simply not necessary to be replied on..things changed over time and you have to be ready for anything, Amanda..and stop all inevitable hopes by now and please leave them there..nothing is happening..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things keep coming and going..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day you may feel the happiness, the laughter, the joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the other day you may cry hard and feel the emptiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day you may feel that your presence is worthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the other day you may feel that your presence is nothing but ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day you can fall for someone so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the other day you may feel your feeling for that person has gone by the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day you can be sure that "he is there"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the other day you may be unsure of where he is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day he said something that made me feel secure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the other day I couldn't feel his presence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is gone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone with his own life that I have to respect and support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to leave all these inevitable hopes soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;otherwise the cracks will get even bigger over time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they will hurt a lot when the acid rain falls down to them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let his happiness be my happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be strong, girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-6205770198356542682?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-3138005269536908183</id><published>2010-01-19T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:36:47.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhibbuka Fillaah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S1ayEoHOtcI/AAAAAAAAADY/JpGWSTfAXKw/s1600-h/love+fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S1ayEoHOtcI/AAAAAAAAADY/JpGWSTfAXKw/s320/love+fingers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428722193398674882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postContent"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dapet tulisan ini dari blog sebelah:&lt;/p&gt;http://afifharsono.myblogrepublika.com/2010/01/20/uhibbuka-fillaah/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet beautiful..if you know what it means.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terus terang, aku cinta kamu saat kau bilang ..&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pergi .. engkau telah berjanji untuk mengikuti&lt;br /&gt;Hingga semua ini berakhir, atau kita yang tersingkir&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Aku pikir semua akan baik-baik saja … kau pikir aku tergesa-gesa )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Terus terang aku cinta kamu saat&lt;br /&gt;Kau katakan : tidak ada alasan lagi untuk mengingkari&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah engkau telah mengkaji? Semua ini adalah bukti&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Aku pikir ini hanya ilusi, kau malah teriak “Sadarlah!! .. atau kau mati”)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Terus terang aku cinta padamu, saat kau pelototi aku&lt;br /&gt;Dan mulutmu yang berkata-kata tiada habisnya&lt;br /&gt;Sambari aku yang terdiam terpesona&lt;br /&gt;“Harus berapa kali aku nasehati kamu… ..???”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Aku pikir sudah cukup, kau pikir betapa bebalnya)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Terus terang aku mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau tampar pipiku … “Bukankah aku telah memperingatkanmu?”&lt;br /&gt;lalu kau pergi meninggalkanku, terhenyak tak percaya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Terus terang aku akan terus mencintaimu,&lt;br /&gt;tak peduli betapa bosannya engkau padaku&lt;br /&gt;cukuplah Allah sebagai Saksinya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..........................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;waiting for the time to come :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Semua indah pada waktunya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-3138005269536908183?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3138005269536908183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/01/dapet-tulisan-ini-dari-blog-sebelah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/3138005269536908183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/3138005269536908183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/01/dapet-tulisan-ini-dari-blog-sebelah.html' title='Uhibbuka Fillaah'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S1ayEoHOtcI/AAAAAAAAADY/JpGWSTfAXKw/s72-c/love+fingers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-8007201476995420751</id><published>2010-01-19T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:52:57.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Jobs</title><content type='html'>TRANSLATING documents written in Indonesian language into English..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a way to improve my ability&lt;br /&gt;As a way to enlarge my experience&lt;br /&gt;As a way of learning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who needs my help, please contact me at +6285697010097&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InshaAllah I will do my best ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;critics and suggestions, please send an email to amanda_n_shinta@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-8007201476995420751?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8007201476995420751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/8007201476995420751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/8007201476995420751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-jobs.html' title='New Jobs'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-1202301633407946004</id><published>2010-01-19T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:01:06.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops at the Traffic Light Junction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S1anDpusJoI/AAAAAAAAADA/XsEZeu1qccY/s1600-h/raindrops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S1anDpusJoI/AAAAAAAAADA/XsEZeu1qccY/s400/raindrops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428710082024842882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;4:22 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;btw,,several days ago I was on my way home at 11 pm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;it was raining sooo hard and I was alone getting back home from the hospital on my motorbike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;4:23 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;the street was quite empty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;with the rain pouring on the ground..no cars and morotbikes honking to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;even though it was soo hard raining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;4:24 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I could feel peace that night..I thanked Allah for letting me feel that kind of atmosphere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;while waiting for the red light to turn into green..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;4:25 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was watching the rain drops hitting the ground beautifully because of the street lighting at the corner of the junction making it looked like pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;4:26 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I loved that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and I thought of you when I was watching the rain drops at that junction..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;4:27 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Alex would love this"..that's what popped up on my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and then i smiled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Light Junction'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S1anDpusJoI/AAAAAAAAADA/XsEZeu1qccY/s72-c/raindrops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-3670336751663101138</id><published>2009-12-01T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:37:27.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Time</title><content type='html'>should we believe in dreams and miracles?&lt;br /&gt;If so..how far may us be carried away?&lt;br /&gt;why is it in the world full of trial and error..risking our own emotional side, when we go too close..&lt;br /&gt;but if we didn't try to step in, we would never know..&lt;br /&gt;because we never know what the future may brings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see deep within yourself how strong you can barely stand up for this..&lt;br /&gt;but somehow you fail to uncover your own ability..&lt;br /&gt;and end up trying, and there lies the possibility for you to get crashed and hurt..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-3670336751663101138?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3670336751663101138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/3670336751663101138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/3670336751663101138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-time.html' title='Morning Time'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-1539483161513801368</id><published>2009-11-15T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:49:11.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufism</title><content type='html'>I will have to read on you&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though I'll probably get my hair falls because of the confusion it may bring..lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-1539483161513801368?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1539483161513801368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/11/sufism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/1539483161513801368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/1539483161513801368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/11/sufism.html' title='Sufism'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-4884497392483472545</id><published>2009-11-08T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:50:38.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Amanda..please be opened to your surroundings...&lt;br /&gt;use your time well,,don't spend much time on Facebook..&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, you'll just get to stay dreaming..." (text I got this afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah..I really don't know what I have to do..&lt;br /&gt;I am opened..I am..to anyone I meet..anyone..&lt;br /&gt;I make friends..I stay connected with people, friends...whoever&lt;br /&gt;I don't make a fight with anyone&lt;br /&gt;I give my smile to anyone I meet on the streets, in the canteen, even in the restroom&lt;br /&gt;I don't dump anyone..&lt;br /&gt;I don't do crazy things in public&lt;br /&gt;I behave quite well I guess..nothin is wrong with it (at least for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone keeps saying&lt;br /&gt;"you are such an exclusive girl..hard to get..&lt;br /&gt;hard to please..do not socialize, gather and hang out often with your friends.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow..you are hanging out tonight! what a surprise! I thought what you were doing was just studying, studying and studying. Welcome..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Amanda..why are you just by yourself here? Where are your friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for all the comments, greetings and everything, guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really people, I am NOT that kind of person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I'm having this "no smile" face that you always see in school, lab or wherever&lt;br /&gt;but I was might be just tired when I didn't smile much..or had been having a bad day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I don't socialize, gather or hang out much with you, guys..&lt;br /&gt;But actually I LOVE hanging out, socializing with people and so on..&lt;br /&gt;the thing is just I am busy doing a lot of works..and I am kind of person who don't feel right hanging out too often..once in a month is acceptable for me though and it is considered enough&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm not such a 'having fun always' girl..I'm sorry for that..for giving you an impression that I am an exclusive girl..but I am totally NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's no surprise for you to see me walking down the street in school alone, eating just by myself reading books or lecture notes or my anatomy note summary..&lt;br /&gt;The reason why is that I just don't like being attached and dependent so much on other people&lt;br /&gt;I will be with somebody if I meet them on the way and we are in the same direction..hence I won't be alone..&lt;br /&gt;So I LOVE being with firends and I LOVE being just by myself..&lt;br /&gt;..I am just doing my best to be an independent woman one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to write this kind of "heart scream" here..I just want everyone to know..those of you who care..who read this note without being tagged..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Amanda, hope you can understa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-4884497392483472545?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4884497392483472545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/11/fragile8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/4884497392483472545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/4884497392483472545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/11/fragile8.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-1222491227866256624</id><published>2009-10-14T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:51:39.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happines Has Been Born</title><content type='html'>The baby was born healthy..named Adzra Sekarsari Abidah..such a pretty name that means a beautiful girl who is devoted to pray..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this happiness could make you happy forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-1222491227866256624?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1222491227866256624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/10/happines-has-been-born.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/1222491227866256624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/1222491227866256624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/10/happines-has-been-born.html' title='The Happines Has Been Born'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-5173231308777322342</id><published>2009-09-02T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:35:48.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Carry Your Heart with Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(50, 50, 50); font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(84, 84, 84); "&gt; carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;I am never without it (anywhere i go you go ,my dear;&lt;br /&gt;and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt;I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)&lt;br /&gt;I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(84, 84, 84); "&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(84, 84, 84); "&gt;I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(84, 84, 84); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(84, 84, 84); "&gt;(a poem by E.E. Cunnings. I know this from the movie “In Her Shoes” )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(84, 84, 84); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(84, 84, 84); "&gt;sweet..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-5173231308777322342?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5173231308777322342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-carry-your-heart-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/5173231308777322342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/5173231308777322342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-carry-your-heart-with-me.html' title='I Carry Your Heart with Me'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-351968174887148587</id><published>2009-08-30T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T04:21:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ometimes, the one you want wouldn’t be the best for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You wanted it so bad, you put your hardest efforts to reach it but you didn’t get it at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Disappointment, sadness, grief, broken heart..it’s always all about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We often didn’t realize that what we’ve got were the best for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He is the One who knows what’s the best, Allah knows that very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The best one does not mean we have to feel good about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bitter thing is sometimes the one…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just face it that we can’t always get what we want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;it sucks..but that's life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-351968174887148587?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/351968174887148587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/08/best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/351968174887148587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/351968174887148587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/08/best.html' title='The Best'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-6564255775689638514</id><published>2009-08-16T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:15:08.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tough Year Has Passed By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Retro orbital headache-Sneezing-Rhinorrhea-Myalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's what I felt yesterday afternoon. I laid my body on the bed, held my pillow firmly and pulled my blanket over me. Huff..I thought I might got a fever or somethin..Trying to fall asleep but unfortunately I couldn't. So I just kept my eyes closed, thinking about nice things to forget those pain I felt and hopefully I could got into sleep. But..it also didn't work..fiuhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Instead of nice things coming up to my mind, all I got was a kind of introspection for the last tough year I passed. I never thought I could pass everything happened last year, since August 2008 - August 2009. I'm telling you..a lot of tough things happened last year and I had never thought I could survive and be just OK now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know..sometimes when we are 'depressed' (not in medical definition of course :) ) facing many problems in our life we probably would think "am I going to get through this well?", "am I going to be fine?", "how to get rid of this guilt?", "If only I could change the past", "I want to run!", etc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But one thing to remember, we have our God..Allah is always there for us as long as we look forward to Him..by surrendering ourselves to Him, praying for the best for us, doing good things to other people, and we do want to change ourselves to be the better ones, we would feel like all burdens have been taken away from us..and life is just going on..time is just passing by..til at one point you'll realize "wow..I'm here now standing still..staying OK..I can do these"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life is just so fast.. you won't realize that you have gone through loads of moments, glories, loves, games, hatred,  and also problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amanda..you need to change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do the best on everything..and believe that Allah is always there for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you are here now..you've passed everything well..and you are OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do your best efforts, keep praying to Allah and surrender everything after you've tried your best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was really a tough year for me..and I've passed them all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alhamdulillah Ya Allah.. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3237859084265929293-6564255775689638514?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6564255775689638514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/08/tough-year-has-passed-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/6564255775689638514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/6564255775689638514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/08/tough-year-has-passed-by.html' title='A Tough Year Has Passed By'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-526865381981371700</id><published>2009-08-11T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:54:05.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jeffm1116</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he made a Yahoo account.. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SoH2dsTs0sI/AAAAAAAAACU/PkT0vbwPz24/s320/YM.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 148px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368843220772770498" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-526865381981371700?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/526865381981371700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/08/jeffm1116.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-5461638910279668303</id><published>2009-07-27T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:35:09.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake</title><content type='html'>The thought that might comes into mind is "Oh, maybe this one would be different"..but in fact, the most outcome is 'nothing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, you should think what you are doing and really consider where all those things would lead you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we pretend to have somethin 'fake'.."Oh, we've been completely fine"..til that statement be broken by 'a new comer'...no matter the new comer is a long-lasting or the 'eye-blink speed' one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that person turn his back on you, you pretend that you don't care..and say "so be it..who cares"&lt;br /&gt;but you bleed hard inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's awful, isn't it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please be honest to yourself and to 'that person'...say you got that hatred if you really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say you miss him if you feel that way too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-scattered-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-5461638910279668303?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5461638910279668303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/07/fake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/5461638910279668303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SkDOroOkz1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/mXuIYF-orO4/s1600-h/famz+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SkDOroOkz1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/mXuIYF-orO4/s320/famz+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350503606244396882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnyaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah menunggu berjuta-juta abad lamanyaaa...keluarga gwe jadi juga foto bareng! hwah..&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya seru-seru pada mau pake baju ijo..akhirnya berhubung ngga ada..pake kerudung ijo aja jadi...hehehehew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SkDN2OMC-oI/AAAAAAAAABc/IAoQe4RMXkE/s1600-h/Famz+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-photossss.html' title='Family Photossss'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SkDOroOkz1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/mXuIYF-orO4/s72-c/famz+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-7380376882397645314</id><published>2009-05-21T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:15:50.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Med School</title><content type='html'>Akhirnyaaa......aku kembali juga ke tempat dimana aku seharusnya beradaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senangnyaaaaaaaaaaaa ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-7380376882397645314?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7380376882397645314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-med-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/7380376882397645314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/7380376882397645314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-med-school.html' title='Back in Med School'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-7887405287197055161</id><published>2009-05-04T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:55:50.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience is The Best Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Experience is the best teacher"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that classic quote has been proved in my life in this last six months&lt;br /&gt;To much to say to depict what happened&lt;br /&gt;The moon might be fallen asleep if she listens to my stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak less, but listen more&lt;br /&gt;Catch every single moments and I bet you would never regret it&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bitter the moment is&lt;br /&gt;...catch it, feel it, hear it, touch it...&lt;br /&gt;...subtly understand what lies behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens with a purpose&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world is useless&lt;br /&gt;...even a super small piece of dust...&lt;br /&gt;God has created everything with His big plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank God for everything happened or would happen in my life&lt;br /&gt;Without judging Him for not loving me by giving me hardships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves us with His way of giving us what we need&lt;br /&gt;...not what we want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-a girl with thousands thoughts inside her mind-&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/3237859084265929293-7887405287197055161?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7887405287197055161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/05/experience-is-best-teacher-i-guess-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/7887405287197055161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I do believe I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I should ever go away&lt;br /&gt;Well, then close your eyes and try to feel&lt;br /&gt;The way we do todayAnd then if you can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smilin', keep shinin'&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you came and opened me&lt;br /&gt;And now there's so much more I see&lt;br /&gt;And so by the way I thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then for the times when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Well, then close your eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;These words are comin' from my heart&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are forIn good times, in bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(..That's What Friends Are For..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....everything in life is created in dualism....&lt;br /&gt;male-female.black-white.tall-short.good-bad.shallow-deep.happiness-sadness.love-hate.dirty-clean.able-disable.full-hungry.patience-anger.start-end.&lt;br /&gt;and also for hi and goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why there must be such thing as 'goodbye'&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we meet...stay together forever..and never be apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling inside started from zero..&lt;br /&gt;then as time went by, it was cultivated by time, cares and love surrounding it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little thing as 'Hi' sounds very simple and sinless..&lt;br /&gt;but soon you will realize that it can also bring you down when 'goodbye' cut its thread..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why there must be such thing as 'goodbye' in life..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging your friends feels really calming..&lt;br /&gt;but when you hug them when they are about to leave you...it does feel hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brief phone call (even just a minute or maybe less) feels nothing&lt;br /&gt;but when your friends call you to say goodbye..a second is worth the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to cry when letting my friends leave..&lt;br /&gt;..I just couldn't help it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did still cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling..&lt;br /&gt;feeling of being left&lt;br /&gt;feeling of not knowing when we can see each other again&lt;br /&gt;feeling of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to convince myself that:&lt;br /&gt;saying goodbye doesn't literally means 'goodbye' and not going to meet anymore&lt;br /&gt;just don't think about the goodbye...but think about the day when we will meet again..on how we can work on that to come true..to hug our friends again like we used to do..&lt;br /&gt;think about how many more people in the world that we can still meet and get experiences from&lt;br /&gt;..think about the unpredictable good things that possibly could happen in the following times..&lt;br /&gt;(my friend, Pavan told me about these things this morning-right after Jeff left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did cry...I wish I could have stop the time..and had all my friends together with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate a last hug&lt;br /&gt;I hate a last smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I hate saying goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be always in my heart, friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated for: all my friends in this last semester in NTU...I love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-6533643869285104469?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6533643869285104469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-see-you-later-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/6533643869285104469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/6533643869285104469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-see-you-later-friends.html' title='I will see you later, friends...'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-7192781150699197882</id><published>2009-04-27T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:39:40.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NTU Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SfcxHounr4I/AAAAAAAAABU/Cnf5fpvCFno/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SfcxHounr4I/AAAAAAAAABU/Cnf5fpvCFno/s320/DSC00413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329782691278073730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!Buenas noches, mi amigos!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was rubbish really, today..didn't do much works or activities,,fiuhh...hate this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think writing down on my blog would be somethin fun and productive...making records-at least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had four exams in NTU as my final. The first one was my Psychology exam on 15th of April. It was pretty tough, I had 60 multiple choice Qs, 30 fill-in the blanks and 3 essays out of 5 that we could choose ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But the most interesting fact was that I had the other THREE exams in one day on 23rd of April..! They were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;09.00 - 11.30 Biomedical Devices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.00 - 15.30 Anatomy and Physiology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.00 - 19.00 Spanish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I thought I could do all these easily...but then...as I sat on the examination hall...Oh Man! I could say that 75% of the questions were essay questions!! Can you imagine writing down your answer, every thoughts you have in your head in almost 7 hours time???? haiiihh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly became really really slanted after the second exam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biomedical Device gave us 30 multiple choice Qs and 8 essays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anatomy and Physiology had 30 multiple choice Qs and 11 essays with gradually increasing loads and points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish gave us as what language exam always do (reading passages, short answer Qs on grammar and vocabularies and writing skill parts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did a lot of hands stretching in the middle of the test..seriously..haha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NTU exams were SUPER stiff-ing! :(   --&gt; I enjoyed them though..as experiences..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other thing that was quite unique!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exam rules prohibit us from bringing inside the examination hall turned on cell phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that I had no watch brought me to this silly sounded and awkward looking idea --&gt; bring my friend's medium sized desk alarm clock to the exam hall (Dweerrr!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silly..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I admit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nobody did the same thing...unless they had the same fate as I did (haha~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walked down the exam hall towards my exam table, I caught many eyes were staring at me with my alarm clock...including the lecturers! hwaaa~ I was totally embarrassed but I had no choice..I didn't want to risk my exaaamsss! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like..there was this lecturer staring at me..might be he was wondering why I brought that kind of thing inside the exam hall..and put it on my very small exam table...and perhaps he got worried that my alarm clock would rang at some point of time! hahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish exam gave me a bit space for relaxing my mind, my eyes and my fingers...I made one smile when I read my own essay on 'Mi Familia'....hahaha~ (hopefully I could get a good mark on that! &gt;_&lt;) ameen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after I finished the spanish test, I took some pictures of me together with that embarrassing medium sized desk alarm clock....huhuhu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3237859084265929293-7192781150699197882?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7192781150699197882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/04/ntu-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/7192781150699197882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/7192781150699197882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/04/ntu-exams.html' title='NTU Exams'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SfcxHounr4I/AAAAAAAAABU/Cnf5fpvCFno/s72-c/DSC00413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-8040418569100923701</id><published>2009-04-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:47:14.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Neuroscience Clinic-National University Hospital, Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you see my FaceBook page a couple of nights back, then you will find a status updates of "Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi is very very happy today! yay! ~ Prof E. Wilder Smith, thanks for the teaching! ^_^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Started from my uncle's visit to Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He came here looking for a second opinion regarding the illness that he has been suffering from in the last two years. He was diagnosed to suffer from Guillain-Barre Syndrome (GBS), an autoimmune disease of the peripheral nervous system in May 2007. He has undergone through  several therapies for GBS and physiotherapy as well to keep his muscles working and prevent them from atrophy-ing..(i dunno the appropriate word for that..). After one year, the diagnosis then was changed into Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy (CIDP) because GBS is acute (..most of its case cease less than one year time) while my uncle had a 'one-year more' one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So then he decided to go to National University Hospital (NUH) in Singapore to get his second opinion. The reason why he chose NUH was because it was recommended by some of his clients at work........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is a pic of NUH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SfHTaGYQm-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nSeTJFcGzls/s1600-h/NUH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SfHTaGYQm-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nSeTJFcGzls/s320/NUH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328272279498431458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That day, I accompanied him in NUH to see the doctor as a translator (hehe~)..there was my aunty also though, so we were in three that time. My aunty and my uncle explained everything they would like to know..especially about what exactly his diagnosis was and whether there would be any possibilty towards full-recovery or not. I said "Okay, uncle..!" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(*the fact: on the next 2 days I would have 3 exams IN A ROW as my final exams in NTU..!!!!! haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--&gt; I brought along my spanish notes to the hospital..and read them whenever I could..even just a brief moment in the elevator! haha~ imagine...3 exams IN A ROW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"I realize that was what I had to do as a family and I am happy about my decision...helping out relatives even you have to sacrifice your own good..(not really sacrificing..but risking ur good..) anyway, I learned a lot from this experience...keep reading!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were sitting in front of the consultation room waiting for my uncle's name to be called. Finally we met the doctor, his name was Einar Wilder Smith...from Switzerland (I knew cuz I asked him where he is from! hehe~).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;- Professor &amp;amp; Senior Consultant Neurologist. Department of Medicine, Yong Loo Lin School of Medicine, National University of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;- Director, Clinical Neurophysiology, National University Hospital&lt;br /&gt;- Chair, Laboratory Research Committee, Department of Medicine&lt;br /&gt;- Chair, Chapter of Neurology, College of Physicians, Singapore&lt;br /&gt;- Chair, educational committee, Asian Society of Neurologists (ASNA)&lt;br /&gt;wooww...woww..wowww...enough (..or too much??) in education background and activities eh?! haha..anyway, he was really a cool guy :) oops...a cool doc... ;-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the consultation room, I spoke most of the time, maybe 99% of time! haha~ cuz my uncle went temporaily speechless and english-less..so I translated in a two-way fashion! uncle-doc and doc-uncle...hwah...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He spent m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;ore than 30 minutes with us I guess. He did his anamnesis (history taking) in a quite long time..he was slowly spe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aking..honestly, at that time I thought that he had not taken his breakfast..! but then soon I realized that he was being a doctor to a foreigner..whose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;english &lt;/span&gt;was not guaranteed as 'in a very good ability'..ok doc, I did understand :) After the anamnesis, he performed some neurology examinations, then he finally came upon his suggestion that my uncle was not suffering from CIDP..but AMAN (Acute Motor Axonal Neuropathy), one form of GBS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was pretty sure, but he needed to exclude the previous diagnosis and confidently stating his own diagnosis by doing some examinations for the confirmation, Nerve Conduction Test and USG to see the spinal nerve roots (whether they were swelling or not).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"There I got some new knowledge:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;By doing USG to see the size of the spinal nerve roots --&gt; CIDP will cause them to swell due to the ongoing inflammation, but AMAN will not have the spinal nerve roots swollen..because in GBS the inflammation is monophasic, so all that remains is only the broken pieces of the 'fire hazard' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We ate and then went to the neurology diagnostic lab where my unce would be undertaken through some 'exciting' examinations (for me..they were exciting..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, he was undergone the Nerve Conduction Test which was performed by a lab assistant. Waiting for quite some time, finally the doc came and checked out the Nerve Conduction Test result and continued to the next exam which he did himself..USG of the spinal nerve roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exciting!!! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you know, it was my first time seeing 4D USG device, Nerve Conduction Test being peformed and USG examination also being conducted (for real..!!)...because I am not yet a clinical student hey... :( still got 1 more year to go..so that's why I got soo excited! haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the pic of 4D USG I saw in that EMG room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SfHbENqnKEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5NUrEalmr7A/s1600-h/USG+4D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SfHbENqnKEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5NUrEalmr7A/s320/USG+4D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328280699590355010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"&gt;I asked the doc for a permission to see how he conducted the spinal nerve roots imaging by USG.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hopped to the back of the examination bed right at the back of my uncle's head..the doc faced me backwards..so I could also see the USG screen (can u imagine our position??) anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The doc asked me "Are you a medical student?" and definitely I said "yea, I am..I'm a med student, doc" smile was also ON in my face..hihi~ then he replied "hmm..that's why you get so much excited as how normal people are not used to be"...hahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then he asked me whether I like my med school or not, how my study is, and what I want to be in the future..and we also talked a lot in medical jargons while he was conducting the USG..so my uncle and aunty didnt know what we were talking about..huhu~BUT the special thing happened that time was when I asked him how he could say that the black area he found was the spinal root..he answered that with an EXPLANATION....he really did teach me about how to find a spinal roots by USG..while he was still doing it. It was absolutely an experience for me!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...the only thing which came into my mind that time was: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;he is more than a specialist..but he still did the examination himself..he still got more patients to get done though..and there will be some assistand who would help him doing so if he asked them to..but he did it himself..and when I asked an annoying Q i mentioned above, he replied that by an explanation..really counts as an EXPLANATION..he did teach me how..Oh man! he is not my teacher..not even an expert lecturer..but he spoke up and answered my Q in a very clearly fashion..by an explanation ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;because not all doctors will do the same thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks a lot doctor Smith for your teaching!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;this is the pic of that wonderful doctor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SfHfOwvdbpI/AAAAAAAAABE/q-mqL2A4RfM/s1600-h/E+Wilder+Smith+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SfHfOwvdbpI/AAAAAAAAABE/q-mqL2A4RfM/s320/E+Wilder+Smith+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328285278851133074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea, I got many new knowledge on neurology that day..especially on CIDP and AMAN..yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is my hapiness from doctor Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the other one was that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The real happiness is when you give yourself..you devote yourself, your time or even your belongings for others' good..especially when they get much better by it. Always do anything with a good intention..Allah knows what the best for us are..and Allah loves people who help each other in a good conducts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel that after I finished my final exams..you know, I didnt feel even a single regret of spending more than a half day in the hospital..losing so much my studying time. Actually I didn't lose anything..I gained things! :)&lt;br /&gt;I loved to see my uncle and aunty smiled after finally they figured out what was going on within my uncles's body...they also were really satisfied with the doctor's service (even though I spoke up mostly..haha~), they loved having me there with them, accompanying them shopping in Orcahrd the day before, having a chat with them in NTU cafe, accompanying them see the doc clarifying doubts..so they could go home at ease :) and now they can boost what they have towards my uncle's best recovery..altough it DOES take time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S.: uncle...get better soon, keyh..?! :) -Luv u-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3237859084265929293-8040418569100923701?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8040418569100923701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-neuroscience-clinic-national.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/8040418569100923701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/8040418569100923701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-neuroscience-clinic-national.html' title='At The Neuroscience Clinic-National University Hospital, Singapore'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/SfHTaGYQm-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nSeTJFcGzls/s72-c/NUH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-2725146255529738305</id><published>2009-04-17T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:47:45.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Killer yet still A Reliever</title><content type='html'>Cookies and Cream ice cream..yummiieee!!! --&gt; my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing weight and consuming ice cream have become my dilemma until now&lt;br /&gt;I 'need' to lose some weight...but I also 'need' my ice cream....hahaha --&gt; A Killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait..&lt;br /&gt;we cannot just blame ice cream as people used to...ice cream can also function as a stress-reliever&lt;br /&gt;trust me?? nope...yea??&lt;br /&gt;yea, really...especially when there's chocolate portion in it (chocolate can induce more secretion of endorphine in our body, other than our body natural mechanism, hugging and some others..) --&gt; A Reliever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe we can blame ice cream..but not my cookies and cream..! lalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think consuming ice cream two times in a week is considered 'too much'..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-2725146255529738305?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2725146255529738305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/04/killer-yet-still-reliever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/2725146255529738305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/2725146255529738305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/04/killer-yet-still-reliever.html' title='A Killer yet still A Reliever'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237859084265929293.post-1842439446295432927</id><published>2009-04-17T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:28:22.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my studying site at Lee Wee Nam Library..when I ran out of table..'/><title type='text'>First Post - Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's 1.25 am 'NTU-my friend's alarm clock' Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..last night I actually intended to study the cardiovascular system,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/Sei7rqyVhmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UL4Zh-vs__M/s1600-h/DSCF0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/Sei7rqyVhmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UL4Zh-vs__M/s320/DSCF0526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712918259795554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;espi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ratory system, and the excitable tissues for the EXAMSSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but..I don't know why I have been procrastinating..and even created A BLOG tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..~ (*should I laugh by the way..??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway..hopefully it's a good start to keep my life stay in records ^_^&lt;br /&gt;+ improving my skills on writing...I am super bad at it! haishhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HANDOUTS&lt;/span&gt;...please be friendly to me tonight.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237859084265929293-1842439446295432927?l=blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1842439446295432927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-post-procrastination.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/1842439446295432927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237859084265929293/posts/default/1842439446295432927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackloversheartsounds.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-post-procrastination.html' title='First Post - Procrastination'/><author><name>Amanda Nur Shinta Pertiwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16383198705888475238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/S0GHlbFAgGI/AAAAAAAAACg/J_5YeAGi7SE/S220/IMG_0177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opH6zqb2gjA/Sei7rqyVhmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UL4Zh-vs__M/s72-c/DSCF0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
