<?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-7177758853198420364</id><updated>2012-02-01T12:13:03.678+07:00</updated><category term='arts'/><category term='raver'/><category term='dyes'/><category term='a moment&apos;s thought'/><category term='politics'/><title type='text'>rigmarole</title><subtitle type='html'>You know? Meretricious. The answer of what life is.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>584</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-5305087989397254489</id><published>2011-12-24T21:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:23:18.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yesterday, one of my friend said about the paradox of nostalgia: laughing out loud remembering the bad times, while super sad remembering the good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Well, tonight I found this precious note on a crappy facebook, written by Rahadian Dimas Prayudha one of my best friend/brother/whateveryounameit on Thursday, July 30, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surat buat Gengging&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;halo, gengging!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;apa kabar kalian?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ga kerasa udah tiga tahun sejak saya masuk SMA 3. sekarang saya udah lulus. di 3 sekarang tinggal kalian bertiga. rajin-rajin belajar ya, tita, cindy, ijah! kelas 3 nih kalian. berat memang tapi sumpah nikmat jadi kelas 3. kamu jadi tahu gimana waktu tuh berharga banget dan berjalan cepet banget. kadang kamu ngerasa dikhianatin malah sama si waktu. secara baru berasa berapa menit ternyata udah berapa jam. terus yah jadi kelas 3 tuh belajar menghargai ilmu juga. kita bisa jadi paham sama pelajaran-pelajaran yang diajarin guru kita dan implikasinya kalau kalian berpikir jadi bisa paham bahwa manfaatnya tuh besar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tahun lalu waktu teh irna lulus kaya gimana sih? kok saya ga ingat ya? ada farewell party ga sih? asa ga ada. dan sekarang giliran saya sama aqis yang ikutan lulus. bukan ikutan ketang. emang udah waktunya. da pinter. jadi langsung lulus. ga pake hambatan yang berarti. semoga si trio bocah 2010 bisa menyusul jejak kita yah, teh irna, aqis. kita doain mereka sukses UN, UM, SIMAK, atau apapun lah yang mau mereka ikutin nanti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yah, pendiri awal gengging udah pada lulus euy. pasti kita tambah jarang ngumpul. sejak teh irna lulus aja kita udah jarang main bareng. jarang sharing. sampe ada hal-hal yang kayanya berubah drastis dari setiap individu kita. padahal mah itu teh efek dari jarang ketemu kan? secara kita semua orang yang selalu berkembang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;eh, napak tilas yuk! saya masih inget awalnya saya deket sama aqis sama teh irna tuh gara-gara SPeD. ga tau waktu itu habis ngapain terus kita nongkrong di j.co IP tempat duduk pojok. terus ngomongin LKS yang baru saya keluar. terus saya beli personality plus bareng mereka. hahahahaha melankolis-phlegmatis euy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;terus ada anak baru angkatan 2010 di SPeD. eh, ada adik kelasnya aqis pas di 13 ceunah. yang rambutnya pendek (kamu belum botak, tita!) pake kacamata. terus dia ngajak temennya yang turunan belanda yang adik kelasnya aqis juga pas di 13. terus ada anak cilegon ngehe yang pas simulasi debat malah teteleponan. terus pas dikasih tugas suruh nulis ‘siapa saya’ si adik kelasnya aqis yang pake kacamata teh nantangin boleh banyak ga nulisnya. hahahahaha dasar tinomali=tita anomali.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;terus jadi deket gara-gara ngomongin personality plus sama kalian. trio bocah yang mau aja diracunin PSMK sama kita bertiga. terus ada bubar gagal muter-muter bandung sampe teh irna pundung. hahahahahaha. kita aneh dulu cuy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ngerayain ulang tahun bareng. ke curug cimahi. ke rumah saudaranya tita. ke konser KPA bareng. sharing tentang hidup. diskusi klise sok tahu ga jelas. kita sotoy lah! biarin ketang yang penting PD.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it was all priceless, folks! pengen banget ngulang masa-masa itu lagi, tapi kita harus lanjut. hidup kita masih panjang. tugas kita masih banyak. kita ditakdirkan buat sesuatu yang besar, gengging! percaya deh! temenannya aja dikasih sama orang-orang luar biasa semua gini. hehe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tahun depan kita ke konser KPA lagi, ya!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kalo nikah jangan lupa ngundang kita-kita!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOVE (much of it),&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dp.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Two years ago you wrote this, so much things happened in this-two-rookery-years bro. And I mean much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Ah fuck, way too speechless. This note is awesome. So is my life.&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/7177758853198420364-5305087989397254489?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5305087989397254489/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=5305087989397254489' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5305087989397254489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5305087989397254489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4729013996443845699</id><published>2011-12-20T08:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T08:29:35.454+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harsh Year End</title><content type='html'>Jadi, kayanya gw ga usah nerangin what assignments that must be done in the end of this semester, karna percuma kecuali lu mau bantuin gw bikin :3&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, ini adalah kelas pemikiran politik barat, karena semalem berkutat ama makalah begitu juga subuh, I decided to not paying attention in this class hoahm tiga tab yang dibuka adalah 9gag, blogger, dan yahoomail. From the deep down inside, for the God sake, I need to having fun, cause life these days is not funneeh *naon sih ta*&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, salah yah kayanya gw ngepost disaat otak gw geser dikit, udah mah bahasanya campur-campur ga jelas, akibat dari journal-journal sumber makalah bahasa inggris yang mesti gw translate secara gemah ripah loh jinawi tanpa punya kamus. Tapi mungkin ini mengobati kekangenan kalian semua *kalian siapa -.-* ya intinya 2 minggu lagi gw UAS terus libur bebih.&lt;br /&gt;Sabar yah :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-4729013996443845699?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4729013996443845699/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=4729013996443845699' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4729013996443845699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4729013996443845699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/12/harsh-year-end.html' title='Harsh Year End'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-42006633963235781</id><published>2011-12-13T12:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:24:08.617+07:00</updated><title type='text'>._.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDRnOHEK9_w/Tubg35NO81I/AAAAAAAAAVY/6WvTW1CGhJw/s1600/987728_460s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDRnOHEK9_w/Tubg35NO81I/AAAAAAAAAVY/6WvTW1CGhJw/s320/987728_460s.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-42006633963235781?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/42006633963235781/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=42006633963235781' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/42006633963235781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/42006633963235781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='._.'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDRnOHEK9_w/Tubg35NO81I/AAAAAAAAAVY/6WvTW1CGhJw/s72-c/987728_460s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4598967784386636981</id><published>2011-11-08T21:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:17:33.424+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanwhile</title><content type='html'>People around you tend to have high expectation on you.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;You ended up dissapointing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose faults then?&lt;br /&gt;People around you?&lt;br /&gt;Or you?&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/7177758853198420364-4598967784386636981?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4598967784386636981/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=4598967784386636981' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4598967784386636981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4598967784386636981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/11/meanwhile.html' title='Meanwhile'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8832988820873890839</id><published>2011-11-02T21:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:20:51.727+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menyenangkan!</title><content type='html'>Ulang Tahun adalah hal yang cukup menarik untuk gw. Karena itu adalah momen yang bisa jadi cerminan, ngapain aja gw selama setahun kebelakang ini. I mean, ketika selama setahun kebelakang gw melakukan sesuatu yang baru, dapet temen baru dan segala macem, bakal ada orang-orang baru juga yang ngucapin selamat ulang tahun yang baru. Dan.. itu menyenangkan ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu kecil, 12 november adalah hari yang bikin gw seneng, sejujurnya. Karena gw tau ada ayah dan keluarga yang pasti ngerayain dan kasih kado, walaupun ngerayainnya cuma dirumah dan makan-makan diluar. Tapi rasa wondering bentuk kue apa ya taun ini? Kadonya apa yaa? Asik asik asiik, Itu masih kerasa dihati gw. Ketika dalam sehari semua orang, kakak-kakak lo, orang tua, sodara, mengapresiasi keberadaan lu itu rasanya.. menyenangkan. It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu mulai beranjak punya temen dan pacar-pacaran boongan, 12 november juga tetep hari yang bikin gw seneng. Sekaligus malu, karena pulang kerumah gw mesti bawa boneka (cheesy bangetsih! Aduh) alias mama dan kakak gw usil-usil nanya “dari siapa ituu kadonyaa”, ya baru kelas lima apa enam SD deh waktu itu. Bahkan gw masih inget sempet 12 november jatuh pada waktu bulan puasa dan temen-temen SD gw pada nyari kado di BSM (Bandung Supermall) sampe pada bolong puasanya, dari dulu sampe sekarang entah mesti ngerasa gimana gw kalo tau tentang cerita ini, mesti seneng apa sedih coba? Haha. Tapi overall, ingatan gw tentang ulangtahun di masa SD itu.. menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu beranjak remaja tahap awal, 12 november juga hari yang menyenangkan karena gw udah mulai punya sahabat. Surprise-surprise kecil itu mewarnai ulangtaun di masa remaja awal gw (halah). Kelas satu SMP, ulangtahun gw jatuh pada waktu kita kerja kelompok dirumah gw, yang waktu itu rumah gw masih normal dan muat banyak orang haha. Terus kadonya adalah jaket coklat yang dibeli di Kings hahaha ya Tuhan bahkan gw masih inget, masih jaman amat yak Kings gituloh (cindy pasti baca ini). Meski sekarang jaketnya udah gatau kemana, kado-kado yang lain juga gw lupa ketinggalan dirumah yang mana, dan kue-kue ulangtaunnya udah jadi udara lagi, harus gw akuin kalo mengingat itu semua rasanya.. menyenangkan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu remaja beneran, alias SMA, 12 november juga ga kelabu kok. Kelas satu SMA unyu amat tengah malemnya gw dikasi kue dan kado, kadonya tempat hp yang gambarnya ikan (sialan) dan boneka kura-kura karena dulu gw pernah pelihara kura-kura tapi mati. Eh terus paginya ternyata masih ada kado, eskrim spongebob! Gusti nu agung waktu zamannya itu, eskrim spongebob masih susah dicari karena baru banget keluar, tapi dengan heroiknya semalem Teh Irna dan Kang dp beli eskrim spongebob di hypermart BIP sambil lari-lari karena takut cair katanya untuk ditaro dikulkas kosannya kang dp dan dikasih keesokan harinya. Makasih ya, kan gw ga minta eskrim juga padahal *mulai brengsek* haha. Terus abis itu dilanjutkan dengan jalan-jalan ke air terjun (all hail Bandung!) yang kemudian jadi air terjun setting ulang taunnya ijah ditaun depannya. Hihi. Taun-taun selanjutnya emang ada sedikit perubahan, well ga sedikit juga ya, tentang persepsi gw mengenai ulangtaun. Tapi tetep aja kue dan kado datang menghiasi hari dari orang yang tidak dikira. Menyenangkan ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu beranjak kuliah, ternyata gw bisa menjalin persahabatan lagi loh dengan orang-orang baru. Haha. 12 novembernya baru lewat sekali karena plis gw ini masih sophomore (muda yah :&amp;gt;). Kemaren tengah malem emang gaada yang dateng, cuma ditelepon aja sama audry yang konon kini menjadi pasangan hidupku *nulisnya sambil mual* eh terus siangnya dapet surprise dari anak-anak politik 2010 dan dapet kado seperangkat alat solat dibayar tunai, haha gadeng, seperangkat alat tulis bercorak.. who lives in the pineapple under the seaa?. Dan beberapa buku-buku bagus dari teman-teman yang lain. Masih 12 november tahun lalu, malamnya gw ke bandung nebeng khobab dan didalemnya ada large, irma, teakis, meta, dan siapa lagi maafin gw ga inget yang ternyata tiba-tiba kasih kue juga, nyamnyamnyam. Dan begitu nyampe bandung menjelang tengah malem, ada andiani cindy dan resti puji astuti tiba-tiba nyengir didepan pager bawa kue lalu kemudian hari itu ditutup dengan audry yang ternyata menelepon lagi sehingga menjadi orang yang pertama dan terakhir ngucapin selamat ulang taun di 12 november tahun lalu, yaaaayy selamat! *tapi ga kasih kado, bisa aja loh emang si abang yang satu ini*. Inti dari paragraf ini.. nangkep ga? Intinya, hari itu menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kita semua harusnya bersyukur yah, ada satu hari diantara 365 hari setaun yang seengganya spesial. Entah spesial nyebelin atau spesial nyenengin, tapi yang pasti inbox hp lu penuh sama ucapan selamat apalagi wall facebook lu, ditambah mentionan twitter beberapa tahun terakhir ini. Kapan lagi orang-orang yang lu kenal tiba-tiba secara khusus ngedoain lu? Jadi cewek gampangan kayak gw ada enaknya juga loh. Cewek gampangan? Haha, iya, gampang seneng. Meski ga pernah ngerayain ulang tahun yang mewah bikin party di hotel atau gimana *maafin gw yah*, tapi lewat sekedar ucapan-ucapan selamat aja bisa bikin semua recall ingatan gw tentang ulangtaun adalah.. menyenangkan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih ya, semesta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlBM7MTZ4fQ/TrFRKbWm2RI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/S7K7z7rxRP4/s1600/15698_1258290170370_1023092028_30597912_8263537_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlBM7MTZ4fQ/TrFRKbWm2RI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/S7K7z7rxRP4/s320/15698_1258290170370_1023092028_30597912_8263537_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8832988820873890839?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8832988820873890839/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8832988820873890839' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8832988820873890839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8832988820873890839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/11/menyenangkan.html' title='Menyenangkan!'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlBM7MTZ4fQ/TrFRKbWm2RI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/S7K7z7rxRP4/s72-c/15698_1258290170370_1023092028_30597912_8263537_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-5289336871825702395</id><published>2011-10-26T09:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T09:45:35.592+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSVfgl2R6-U/Tqdz_maQckI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8XY93Esa-bQ/s1600/tumblr_ls1dsbBAuF1qcxukbo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSVfgl2R6-U/Tqdz_maQckI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8XY93Esa-bQ/s320/tumblr_ls1dsbBAuF1qcxukbo1_500.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Super-cute.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://cher-la-vie.tumblr.com/post/10602406419"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-5289336871825702395?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5289336871825702395/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=5289336871825702395' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5289336871825702395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5289336871825702395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/10/super-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSVfgl2R6-U/Tqdz_maQckI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8XY93Esa-bQ/s72-c/tumblr_ls1dsbBAuF1qcxukbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6647597583919967104</id><published>2011-10-16T12:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:36:22.990+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aroma</title><content type='html'>Biarkan aroma-aroma lain yang mengisi satu perkamen kayu yang dulu senang kubawa kemana-mana.&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan aromaku tidak ada dulu yang cium, tidak ada dulu yang menyukai.&lt;br /&gt;Atau biarkanku tidak beraroma dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terlalu diliputi selaput, hingga untuk beraroma saja aku sedang tidak mampu.&lt;br /&gt;Atau dalam kulitku kelenjar-kelenjar sedang enggan. Maka aku tidak ingin memaksa, aku tahu pada akhirnya semuanya akan jadi sepadan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selagi aku tak punya aroma dan perkamen telah diisi yang lain-lain, maka biarkan aku mencoba berlari kearah-arah yang anginnya banyak.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak masanya lagi harus dikhawatirkan bagaimana angin itu akan membuat seluruh ruang semerbak, tidak. Maka aku akan lakukan larian itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka, terimakasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-6647597583919967104?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6647597583919967104/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6647597583919967104' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6647597583919967104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6647597583919967104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/10/aroma.html' title='Aroma'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-2999200282361729231</id><published>2011-10-05T21:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:46:28.460+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LA3mzw8luGw/ToxtlE42bzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9LYt1L16Fcw/s1600/tumblr_lsief7d3PC1qc9e8lo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LA3mzw8luGw/ToxtlE42bzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9LYt1L16Fcw/s320/tumblr_lsief7d3PC1qc9e8lo1_400.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-2999200282361729231?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2999200282361729231/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=2999200282361729231' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2999200282361729231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2999200282361729231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LA3mzw8luGw/ToxtlE42bzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9LYt1L16Fcw/s72-c/tumblr_lsief7d3PC1qc9e8lo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6709079861051408228</id><published>2011-10-05T21:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:23:13.133+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humbala</title><content type='html'>Holala Humbala!&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa apapula itu. Ya pokoknya meja belajar gue penuh kertas-kertas, buku-buku, permen-permen, dan obat-obatan. Mencoba bertahan di semester tiga yang sialnya kejam dengan program kerja program kerja yang gak abis-abis pula, terlanjur menyelam mending sekalian minum air. Tapi kembung. Sukurin siapa suruh.&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah hari rabu dimana tadi pagi gue ga kuliah karena super ga enak badan. Tapi kemudian siangnya gue pergi-pergi juga urusan ini itu dan akhirnya ke kampus juga ini itu dan sekarang jam sembilan malam terdampar di warnet untuk mengunggah tugas yang tiap minggu dikasih sebanyak dua buah tugas dan tiap minggu pula gue kerjain sebagai bentuk tanggung jawab dari seorang pemudi yang kuliah dibiayai negara. Halah.&lt;br /&gt;Padahal pemuda pemudi lain lagi nonton westlife dan kenapa mesti gue yang terdampar di warnet suram ini. Huft, menangis tidak menyelesaikan masalah. Naon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah ah sebelum semakin ngaco dan cost warnetnya makin mahal (padahal baru duaribu), mending disudahi saja semua ini, eh disudahi saja tulisan humbala ini.&lt;br /&gt;Sudah.&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/7177758853198420364-6709079861051408228?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6709079861051408228/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6709079861051408228' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6709079861051408228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6709079861051408228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/10/humbala.html' title='Humbala'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-3978378885478796082</id><published>2011-10-01T10:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T10:50:09.525+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You didn't even put much effort to be with me. Then why should I?&lt;br /&gt;I'm fuckin tired and thank you for make me think that beneath it all, maybe we won't fuckin work.&lt;br /&gt;We're just making a monkey out of ourself cause we're so afraid of being single back again.&lt;br /&gt;Go get yourself a prettier girl out there. I'll be laugh for being stupid this far and be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A harsh wake up thought.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-3978378885478796082?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3978378885478796082/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=3978378885478796082' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3978378885478796082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3978378885478796082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-didnt-even-put-effort-to-be-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8941546043481978839</id><published>2011-09-26T20:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:58:45.891+07:00</updated><title type='text'>La ilaha illa Allah</title><content type='html'>&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;   &lt;m:dispdef&gt;   &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;   &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;   &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;   &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;   &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;  &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt;&lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tiada Tuhan selain Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aku bukan Tuhanmu. Maka aku tak pernah ingin membuatsederetan peraturan untuk kamu ikuti, sederet apa yang harus kau jauhi,merumuskan apa-apa yang aku sukai untuk selalu kamu lakukan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Karena aku bukan Tuhanmu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kamu bukan Tuhanku. Maka kamu tak usah khawatir untuk harusselalu berada disisiku, untuk terus melindungiku, untuk harus mendengarkansetiap keluhan kesusahanku. Karena aku tahu, bukan kamu Tuhanku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maka aku ingin selalu mafhum apabila kamu sedang menunjukansari-sari manusiamu. Karena aku tahu, kamu bukan Tuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya Tuhan, tolong pisahkan kami saja jika kami telah mulaisaling menuhankan satu sama lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La ilaha illa Allah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8941546043481978839?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8941546043481978839/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8941546043481978839' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8941546043481978839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8941546043481978839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-illaha-ilallah.html' title='La ilaha illa Allah'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-324988293663817665</id><published>2011-09-10T00:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:56:55.055+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hug needed</title><content type='html'>I need a hug. Because I hate being tugged.&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug. Because I unconsciously always let my anger eaten by the bugs.&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug. Because of memories that now you dug.&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug. Because I missed the home that I could feel snug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug. Sometimes it's hard to admit that I am that weak in this trudge.&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug. Sometimes I want to believe the miracle in the story you were tuck me at the night.&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug. Sometimes people think that I always could carry the load that much.&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug. Sometimes being perfect is sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so hug me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No need a virtual hug.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-324988293663817665?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/324988293663817665/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=324988293663817665' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/324988293663817665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/324988293663817665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/09/hug-needed.html' title='A hug needed'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-7085774347712709736</id><published>2011-09-03T11:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:20:10.186+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2u6GbW8Lqo/TmGpORO8M7I/AAAAAAAAAUs/WuM6gzocYnU/s1600/11139_180731031161_714416161_2792390_7217421_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2u6GbW8Lqo/TmGpORO8M7I/AAAAAAAAAUs/WuM6gzocYnU/s400/11139_180731031161_714416161_2792390_7217421_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cute. Look at my tiny face on the center. &lt;i&gt;Artless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-7085774347712709736?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7085774347712709736/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=7085774347712709736' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7085774347712709736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7085774347712709736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/09/cute.html' title='Cute'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2u6GbW8Lqo/TmGpORO8M7I/AAAAAAAAAUs/WuM6gzocYnU/s72-c/11139_180731031161_714416161_2792390_7217421_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-3322147200674314542</id><published>2011-08-31T01:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T01:19:14.632+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDVcDJI32nw/Tl0op8oMEtI/AAAAAAAAAUk/pCT_bEPREvk/s1600/LaDSyIAM2niis8c3kbg77fTgo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDVcDJI32nw/Tl0op8oMEtI/AAAAAAAAAUk/pCT_bEPREvk/s400/LaDSyIAM2niis8c3kbg77fTgo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahtext.tumblr.com/page/6"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-3322147200674314542?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3322147200674314542/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=3322147200674314542' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3322147200674314542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3322147200674314542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDVcDJI32nw/Tl0op8oMEtI/AAAAAAAAAUk/pCT_bEPREvk/s72-c/LaDSyIAM2niis8c3kbg77fTgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-5786681258735507131</id><published>2011-08-29T16:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:30:01.805+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Some people are born special – their very presence resounds in the hearts and minds of everyone they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sit next to them, you can’t help but have your mood raised up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they smile, you can’t help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often you’ve never spoke much with them nor had any long conversations, but you feel close anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see &lt;a href="http://rumput.tumblr.com/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-5786681258735507131?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5786681258735507131/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=5786681258735507131' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5786681258735507131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5786681258735507131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-people-are-born-special-their-very.html' title=''/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-3037804611082459203</id><published>2011-08-25T21:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:51:28.955+07:00</updated><title type='text'>simple-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pX4ZZx-Vfs/TlZf8vC3BaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PRsraYET-6Q/s1600/tumblr_lprfiqT1Ob1qaobbko1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pX4ZZx-Vfs/TlZf8vC3BaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PRsraYET-6Q/s400/tumblr_lprfiqT1Ob1qaobbko1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leilockheart.me/post/8842271354"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-3037804611082459203?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3037804611082459203/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=3037804611082459203' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3037804611082459203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3037804611082459203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/08/simple-ish.html' title='simple-ish'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pX4ZZx-Vfs/TlZf8vC3BaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PRsraYET-6Q/s72-c/tumblr_lprfiqT1Ob1qaobbko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-2614809829599592277</id><published>2011-08-22T08:49:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T09:05:02.765+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little recall</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel tired of yourself who can't stop comparing yourself with others?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do. Every moment I compare myself with other, it's like, BAM! I am nothing. Wealthy not, physically so-so, lack of achievement, feel free to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this very morning which I decided to breathe some fresh air cycling a bike, I realized something.&lt;br /&gt;Why you didn't compare yourself with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to appreciate ourself for being survive in this harsh reality.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate ourself for being stronger than before. For being, maybe wiser, or maturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cyc a bike everywhere my foot want to, it's half past five the roads outspread pretty vacant. Nobody as dumb as me, my body freeze, honestly. I do nothing with this undercool temperature except imagining this is Europe. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I acidentally passed the field I used to play around. It's not far from my now home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cN9TXv1amE/TlGkFd_UESI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PBm09Z3LFCI/s1600/IMG00028-20110822-0621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cN9TXv1amE/TlGkFd_UESI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PBm09Z3LFCI/s400/IMG00028-20110822-0621.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped there and decided to recall all of my memories related to this field (and my-old-home there). &lt;br /&gt;Emerging such an undescribable feeling which made me took a very deep breathe. A lovely fresh air fulfill my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember about a tree that always amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5HfM5PJiAmU/TlGwlFOuZhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nKz8pdKKRxc/s1600/IMG00029-20110822-0622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5HfM5PJiAmU/TlGwlFOuZhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nKz8pdKKRxc/s400/IMG00029-20110822-0622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little me considered it as a Sakura tree, I got dissapointed when knew that 'no it's not'. But it has a really beautiful flower. The flower could covering all side of green leaf till it looks like a pinky frizzy tree. Unfortunately, now it's not as leafy as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished my short stoppage there, I met my teacher. My teacher who taught me how to read Quran and help me memorize much prayer. His name is Mr. Anan. I called him 'Kak Anan' though now it seems not appropriate to called him 'Kak Anan', it must be 'Pak Anan'. &lt;br /&gt;He told me that I grow up much, he surprised when he knew I'm sophomore now. Time always flies too fast, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go home. With this sentence resounding my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time always flies too fast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody really knows what you had faced up. What you've been trough.&lt;br /&gt;So it's not wrong at all, appreciating ourself now and again. No matter what others did nor have. &lt;br /&gt;To gain a positive energy, living life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cheers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-2614809829599592277?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2614809829599592277/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=2614809829599592277' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2614809829599592277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2614809829599592277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-recall.html' title='A little recall'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cN9TXv1amE/TlGkFd_UESI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PBm09Z3LFCI/s72-c/IMG00028-20110822-0621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-3145421861745314858</id><published>2011-08-20T21:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:43:09.767+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Syuu~</title><content type='html'>"Mam, ini jadwal kuliah ade"&lt;br /&gt;"Ngambil berapa sks?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dua empat"&lt;br /&gt;"Padet amat. Mana liat IPnya?"&lt;br /&gt;*klik riwayat akademis, sambil tahan nafas* #atutt&lt;br /&gt;"Tuhkan de, terlalu sibuk sih kamu"&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehe.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dimarahin audry ga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari sekian cara nasihatin karna IP anaknya turun 0,4.. Mama cuma nanya itu doang.&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/7177758853198420364-3145421861745314858?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3145421861745314858/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=3145421861745314858' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3145421861745314858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3145421861745314858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/08/syuu.html' title='Syuu~'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-380918357306318121</id><published>2011-08-16T10:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:13:11.179+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can have me as your favourite.&lt;br /&gt;Or leave me, searching for someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously, people come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Come and go. Without me willing it to come, nor go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I always do my best at loving people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So why bother worry?&lt;/i&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/7177758853198420364-380918357306318121?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/380918357306318121/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=380918357306318121' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/380918357306318121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/380918357306318121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-can-have-me-as-your-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4914617942805645438</id><published>2011-07-28T07:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T07:23:04.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;New bf Required for ****, A smart caring candidate can try to have this lovely woman, candidate must be super caring to girls, candidate must not expect any care from this lovely girl. 'GIVE only No Return care' policy belivers only. You must be beside her each an every single time she needs. failling to do so might cause u loose her just like me... - her ex boy (good luck)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wall fesbuknya sodara gue. Dari mantannya yang udah pacaran sekitar entah beberapa taun (lama deh perasaan). Oke gue kepo (ga juga sih orang muncul di newsfeed). Sabar mas sabar, kalo ga jodoh ya gimana lagi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-4914617942805645438?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4914617942805645438/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=4914617942805645438' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4914617942805645438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4914617942805645438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-luck.html' title='Good luck'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6934748903512564901</id><published>2011-07-24T18:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:33:39.574+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is the expression of one's values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayn Rand&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-6934748903512564901?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6934748903512564901/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6934748903512564901' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6934748903512564901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6934748903512564901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-is-expression-of-ones-values.html' title=''/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-2719982668276653434</id><published>2011-07-19T10:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:43:27.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimpeh</title><content type='html'>Mungkin ini semua akibat dari liburan. Karena liburan, gw punya banyak waktu buat tidur. Karena gw punya banyak waktu buat tidur, gw punya banyak kesempatan untuk mimpi.&lt;br /&gt;Gw jadi sering mimpi yang seru-seru. Dan aneh.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ya namanya mimpi wajar kalo aneh ya? Kalo ga aneh namanya kenyataan. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari mulai mimpi ke rumah almarhum wa titin padahal harusnya makan bareng odri di bazar tiga (settingnya bandung looh, ada gedung satenya segala. Kurang bandung apa lagi? haha). Sampai yang paling seru adalah mimpi tadi malem. Randomnya ga ketulungan.&lt;br /&gt;Pertama-tama gw ada disebuah ruangan berbentuk seperti kamar, anggaplah kamar kosan mungkin ya, dan gw gainget disitu ngapain, yang gw inget adalah gw merasa amaaaaaat bosan jadi gw memutuskan untuk keluar kamar. Keluar kamar gw berada di semacam... bengkel? Ruangan luas yang entah kenapa ingatan gw menerjemahkannya sebagai bengkel (mungkin karena waktu kecil sering ke bengkel ayah. Hahaha), bengkel yang tiba-tiba ada semacam kamar yang berisikan kasur yang sepreinya  Indiana Jones versi lego kayak dikamar kosan gw. Ada satu scene yang gw inget, entah dari mana disitu tiba-tiba ada kakak gw yang cewek disana, teh neysa. Terus gw bilang, "Ini apaan sih teh mirip kamar." Eh teteh gw cuma diem aja. Heran, adegan ini gaada samasekali pentingnya tapi jadi yang paling kegambar jelas dibenak gw sekarang. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Nah udah tuh kan, tiba-tiba gw ada di suatu tempat yang kalo gw liat kebawah, ada sungainya yang deras. I bet ini muncul akibat ingatan gw waktu JJTT politik kemarin, ada suatu balkon yang menghadap ke sungai, dan tempatnya persis kayak gitu dengan versi sungai yang lebih besar dan deras.&lt;br /&gt;Disini gw ga sendirian, ada partner yang nemenin gw berpetualang sampai akhir mimpi nanti, tapi bahkan gw ga inget itu siapa. Padahal orang ini ada terus sampe nanti gw kebangun. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Saat liat sungai yang besar, deras, berbatu itu, tiba-tiba ada teteh kosan gw tiduran disungai itu. Ini sungainya deras, ga bohong gw, tapi entah kenapa si teteh kosan gw yang lagi hamil itu bisa berbaring dengan tenangnya diatas permukaan air sungainya, like, relaxing on the easy stream. Karena liat pemandangan itu, gw jadi berpikiran kalo sungai itu aman, jadi gw mengajak partner gw itu untuk turun ke sungai. Pas disungai, gw merasa tertipu! Huhu. Ini sungainya serius deras dan bahaya ternyata. Dan gatau dimana teteh kosan yang tadi gw liat itu. Partner gw kayak bantu-bantuin gw kalo gw sedikit kepeleset dibatu (cie), to be honest, ampe sekarang gw masih nginget-nginget siapa orangnya dan tetep ga inget muahaha, maap deh. Semakin gw ada disungai itu, semakin deras dan liar. Gw inget sebenernya gw takut disitu. Baju gw basah semua. Saking besar, deras, dan liarnya itu sungai, sampai-sampai lewat kapal pengangkut barang yang besar banget, kebayang ga? Akhirnya gw bersama partner naik kapal itu dan duduk di dek dipinggir permukaan air. Keadaan terkontrol kembali, gw bersama partner duduk di dek tapi masih bisa menikmati percikan air yang deras dari pinggir dek. Dan itu sensasinya menyenangkan, sayang gw masih lupa partner gw itu sebenernya siapa (keukeuh) haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sensasi menyenangkan itu yang bikin seru, kapal lautnya ngebut, percikan airnya semakin deras ke pinggir dek tempat gw duduk. Bisa main air, tapi gaakan kebawa arus. Gw bahagia total. Mureh ya? Numpang dikapal laut orang aja bahagia. Haha. Jangan tanya kenapa bisa ada kapal laut barang di sebuah sungai, namanya juga mimpi.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi setelah berbahagia-bahagia dengan percikan air, gw dan partner gw baru sadar. Ini kapalnya menuju kemana?&lt;br /&gt;Ada scene yang gw inget, sambil duduk di dek dan mainin air gw ngomong "Kalau kapal ini ke Jepang gimanaa?". Dan partner gw jadi kayak mikir gitu, dan mendadak situasinya jadi ga enak. Semua percikan air dan kapal yang ngebut ini serasa jadi malapetaka, ga bikin bahagia lagi. Sebenernya harusnya enjoy aja, ya ga sih? Toh ini mimpi. Toh kalau pun ke Jepang (entah kenapa Jepang) juga bukannya jadi asyik? Bisa jalan-jalan. Tapi keadaannya ga gitu, gw mikirin kalo gw ga bawa duit sepeserpun, gw ga punya passport. Dan segala pikiran yang terkungkung realita. Kita pengen pulang.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kita berdua berdiri, kepala gw penuh sama pikiran. Kalau keluar dari kapal ini terus berenang? Ga mungkin. Malah yang ada kita berdua kebawa arus atau tenggelam. Terus gimana?&lt;br /&gt;Keadaan diperparah karena tiba-tiba ada pertigaan yang berarti  ketiga-tiga jalannya itu bakal bikin kita pergi lebih jauh. Ini kalo ada yang liat gw gimana tidurnya, mungkin gw lagi usak-usek gelisah dikasur. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kapal laut itu entah gimana caranya, ga masuk diakal, jadi semacam truk pengangkut peti kemas (yang sama-sama besar), kita jadi ada di semacam jalan tol, dan di bawahnya sungai (tetep). Karena bawahnya udah aspal, daratan, akhirnya kita memutuskan untuk lompat sebelum truk membawa kita lebih jauh. Terdamparlah kita di jalan tol yang dibawahnya mengalir sungai yang deras.&lt;br /&gt;Lari-lari di bahu jalan, adalah apa yang kita lakukan. Hari udah semakin sore, entah kenapa gw berkesadaran kalau harus nyampe dirumah sebelum magrib. Jadi gw dan partner terus lari,  lari buat sampai ke rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila, sampai rumah lah kita berdua.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ga salah dirumah itu ada orang tua gw dan orang tua dia yang entah siapa itu, duduk di sofa. Dan kita berdua capek tapi ngerasa seru *dih sok asik haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu gw liat langit-langit kamar kosan gw, dan ada temen gw yang nginep dikosan gw semalem. "Ini jam berapa?" tanyaku kepadanya, cailah. Jam lima lebih lima belas, kata temen gw. Badan gw kayak abis atletik beneran, akhirnya gw beranjak dari kasur buat dugem. Buat solat subuh deng. Sambil mikir, tadi mimpi gw apa-apaan banget deh ya?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 Juli 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-2719982668276653434?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2719982668276653434/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=2719982668276653434' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2719982668276653434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2719982668276653434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/07/mimpeh.html' title='Mimpeh'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-307443741253512533</id><published>2011-07-18T11:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:38:43.954+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Sesungguhnya orang-orang kafir, sama saja bagi mereka, kamu beri peringatan atau tidak kamu beri peringatan, mereka tidak juga akan beriman.&lt;br /&gt;Allah telah mengunci-mati hati dan pendengaran mereka, dan penglihatan mereka ditutup. Dan bagi mereka siksa yang amat berat.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2:7-8. Naudzubillahimindzalik&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-307443741253512533?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/307443741253512533/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=307443741253512533' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/307443741253512533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/307443741253512533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/07/sesungguhnya-orang-orang-kafir-sama.html' title=''/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-1683267845589573994</id><published>2011-07-18T09:32:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:53:49.828+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dR_EcFhLD1I/TiOakeXDsEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wYWj5ViVm50/s1600/New%2BPicture%2B%252830%2529.bmpedt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dR_EcFhLD1I/TiOakeXDsEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wYWj5ViVm50/s400/New%2BPicture%2B%252830%2529.bmpedt.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;ngga akan pacaran atuh teeh, temenan aja belum. cuma kenal aja kenapa siih&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;geli liat dm-dman sama teh akis taun lalu. kemakan omongan sendiri lah gue -.-&lt;br /&gt;dan teakis, still be my cenayang of the lifetime being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dasar manusia, cepet lupanya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-1683267845589573994?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1683267845589573994/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=1683267845589573994' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1683267845589573994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1683267845589573994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/07/ha.html' title='HA!'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dR_EcFhLD1I/TiOakeXDsEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/wYWj5ViVm50/s72-c/New%2BPicture%2B%252830%2529.bmpedt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-2751819764840503257</id><published>2011-07-15T15:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:05:28.517+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babble about dilemma</title><content type='html'>I must stay in Depok, so I could be there whenever the company need to make an appointment about sponsorship thingy. I must stay in Depok so I could keep maintenance anything that have a relation with a science olimpiads that my faculty wants to win it (it all burdened on just a very little part of this collegian's shoulder, for heaven sake) and other event that I had took a responsibility on it. The main reason is yeah so I could be there. Not a long distance communication. Not just in a virtual way.&lt;br /&gt;But I must stay in Bandung, cause my mom got sick and everyone except me, just had their own job. I'm the one who trapped in a long holiday. And em, I don't know. Sort kind of presence-less. Too many things about family happened without me. But in here, I do nothing. I actually do nothing. Unproductive. Engh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay in home, help my mom doing some housewife jobs and still go to campus in case some organization stuff needed me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Why. Can't. I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-2751819764840503257?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2751819764840503257/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=2751819764840503257' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2751819764840503257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2751819764840503257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/07/babble-about-dillema.html' title='Babble about dilemma'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-528703986167550225</id><published>2011-07-14T15:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:23:32.414+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd re</title><content type='html'>Odd = aneh. Re = ulang. Aneh di ulang-ulang.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I always suck at making title. Abaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga ngerti kenapa, gw tiba-tiba pengen nulis tentang odri. Nah, akhirnyaa, puas kamu drih? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sayang, mungkin gw emang ga terlahir jadi seorang yang berbakat unyu-unyuan. Geli aja bawaannya, dasar emang gw tukang geli (sekilonya berapa ta?). Bahkan manggil sayang aja &lt;strike&gt;gapernah&lt;/strike&gt; jarang. Yaa abis gimana.. *ga tau juga sih kenapa, mungkin emang ga biasa aja hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi buka-buka folder foto aja nih di laptop, eh terus kebuka deh folder yang isinya foto-foto buat scrapbooknya kado ulangtaun odri. Triing, dari situ langsung inget masa-masa al hectic bin riweuh di bulan Mei itu. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;strike&gt;Maret&lt;/strike&gt; Mei (entah kenapa di otak gue lebih nempel kalo dday nya itu 3 Maret, bukan Mei. Btw 3 Maret ulang taun siapa deh? *taunya ulangtaun mantan* *mampus* haha). Yang bikin agak senewen ialah, 3 Mei ulangtaun odri, dan 5 Mei adalah ulangtaun teh akis tercinta yang pengabdiannya sungguh luhur untuk kehidupanku *ga segitunya juga deeng heheh*. Tapi berhubung ulangtaun teakis udah pernah bikin riweuh #loh beberapa taun lalu, jadi sekarang gapapa deh giliran odri aja dulu. Maaf ya teeh. (yakali taa ini udah duabulan yang lalu kejadiannya haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari mulai bulan maret gw udah siap-siap mau bikin ginian, beli bahan-bahannya semuanya di bandung. Abis kalo di depok, gw merasa insecure. Kalo di bandung, gw tau toko buku yang oke dan segala segala lainnya. Hehe. POAC, planning organizing actuating controlling cailah tita adelia bikin skrepbuk aja pake gituan hahah tapi sungguh konsep yang tertulis di kertas, jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauh lebih bagus daripada eksekusinya (itung huruf a nya ada berapa). Tapi ternyata apa daya, hasilnya... (titiktitik) sori ya drih :&gt; #centil&lt;br /&gt;Niatnya itu kan, doi ulangtaun ke duapuluh tuh ya, kepala dua, jadi bukan manusia. Kadonya pengen yang bisa bikin dia mikir. Ga cuma sekedar unyu dimakan abis ato dipake rusak. Mangkanya gue paksa semua orang *sebisanya* buat nulis harapan-harapan apa yang sebenernya ada di pundaknya diumur yang ke 20 ini, yaa walopun jatohnya jadi banyak yg cuma nulis happy birthday doang #krik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seru banget bikinnya *ini malah gue yang seneng haha*. Dari mulai ngonsep, beli barang-barang, ngegunting kertas berpuluh lembar (semuanya handmade looh), ngejar-ngejar orang buat nulis, sms-sms orang yang awalnya ga kenal buat ketemuan, fotoin orang, cetak foto, tempel-tempelin, double tip abis mulu #kokjadicurhat, akhirnya dirapiin, dijilid dan fyuuuuuuh. Man jadda wa jadda. Seru kan? Ngga juga sih ya. Haha. Yang bikin seru adalah itu semua dilakukan ditengah-tengah kuliah 24 sks dan anak baru jadi anggota BEM yang keidupannya seperti kura-kura (kuliah rapat kuliah rapat). Misalnya ambil gambar seabis kelas statsos, gila ya gw? Anak-anak abis puyeng statsos gw paksa gaboleh pulang dulu supaya foto buat ginian odri haha. Abisnya politik 2010 gaada lagi momen sekelas bareng selain statsos. And sadly, nilai statsos kita pada akhirnya ternyata ancur-ancur semua huhu, bukan gara-gara foto bareng buat skrepbuk odri kok tapi. Sumpah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RFJzof7n4Ts/Th6gn7ANdmI/AAAAAAAAATc/4y8t_456-s4/s1600/DSCF4641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RFJzof7n4Ts/Th6gn7ANdmI/AAAAAAAAATc/4y8t_456-s4/s400/DSCF4641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa dengan merekalah gw bergelut selama kurang lebih sebulan. Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7ycmsK6Lms/Th6SKpeLT5I/AAAAAAAAATU/ntU6hWP8XHs/s1600/DSCF4143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7ycmsK6Lms/Th6SKpeLT5I/AAAAAAAAATU/ntU6hWP8XHs/s400/DSCF4143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qe74nkbDqJA/Th6iHkRa3cI/AAAAAAAAATk/bssxVPznE-4/s1600/DSCF4155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qe74nkbDqJA/Th6iHkRa3cI/AAAAAAAAATk/bssxVPznE-4/s400/DSCF4155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi puncaknya adalah smsan sama mamanya odri buat minta ijin dateng kerumahnya tengah malem. Ijin dikantongin, peernya adalah gw kesana naik apa? H-1 gw udah memutuskan bakal naik taksi aja deh udah paling aman hehe. Tapi ternyata H-berapa jam ada temen gw nawarin nganterin horeee *dancing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe ini mah bukan nulis tentang odri ya, nulis tentang ulangtaun odri haha. Tapi yaa sama aja lah, masih ada odri-odri nya. Ini sekedar penangkap momen aja kok, kalau suatu saat gw sama odri ga jodoh..&lt;br /&gt;Percaya aja kalau Tuhan pasti ngasih yang terbaik buat umatnya. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-528703986167550225?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/528703986167550225/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=528703986167550225' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/528703986167550225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/528703986167550225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/07/odd-re.html' title='Odd re'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RFJzof7n4Ts/Th6gn7ANdmI/AAAAAAAAATc/4y8t_456-s4/s72-c/DSCF4641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-7904746757956431140</id><published>2011-07-04T05:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T05:02:50.472+07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can (never) choose</title><content type='html'>The misconception that we can burn body fat off a particular area that you wish is become so popular nowadays. So many fitness products and exercise machines that promise results in particular trouble spots. Abs, granny arms, legs, thigh, belly, etc.&lt;br /&gt;From some articles that I read, I already knew that we unfortunately can not control where we lose our fat from when eating, living and exercising well. Genetics will absolutely have big influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't choose where we lose our fat is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't choose loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lifetime maybe we lost our friends. Lost our beloved one. Lost your boyfriend or girlfriend. Lost your dad or mom.&lt;br /&gt;We can't choose loss in an exact way. Where, when, who, why, how.&lt;br /&gt;We're not able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put your chin down. Human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-7904746757956431140?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7904746757956431140/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=7904746757956431140' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7904746757956431140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7904746757956431140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-can-never-choose.html' title='We can (never) choose'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-3694585248926758462</id><published>2011-07-03T03:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T03:32:00.572+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ter-sypo sedunia</title><content type='html'>Sypo, kembarannya typo. Cuma kalo sypo itu salah ngomong, typo salah ketik. Abis kalo saidpo terlalu absurd, udahlah anggap aja sypo itu sebuah kata yang sejenis typo tapi artinya salah ngomong. Okee? #maksa Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah berapa kali gue hari ini salah ngomong, ga sinkron antara otak sama mulut. Yang ada dipikiran apaan, yang keluar di mulut apaan.&lt;br /&gt;"Iya nanti ade nyusul ke bank."&lt;br /&gt;padahal maksud gue adalah ke basement tempat parkir. Tentulah si mamah bingung, hah ngapain kamu ke bank? *fyi, hari ini hari sabtu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teehh mau doong es kelapanyaa."&lt;br /&gt;padahal teteh gue jelas-jelas lagi makan es duren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aduh pengen pipiss. Di kamar mandi lagi ada Tania ya?"&lt;br /&gt;padahal yang lagi gue ajak ngomong itu Tania sendiri. Terus dia bingung. Terus gue bengong. "Ehh maksud gue Dini. Hahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;Tania dan Dini adalah sejenis manusia seperti kita yang bisa bicara bernapas serta berteman baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue rasa masih ada sekian sypo lagi tapi gue lupa detailnya. Apa gue ngarang aja gitu ya? #naon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu sypo yang paling fatal. Apakah itu kawan kawaaan?&lt;br /&gt;Jengjeeeng (ga klimaks banget sih ta. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi ngobrol random sesama perempuan-perempuan cantik (lo lagi kenapa taa) dan lagi-lagi berangkat ke topik tempat kuliah gue yang entah kenapa mesti di kota-yang-kau-tahu-dimana itu.&lt;br /&gt;"Capek ya, punya kehidupan kampus dan kehidupan temen-temen SMA yang samasekali terpisah. Gabisa gitu gue siangnya rapat terus abis itu langsung main sama kalian :(" *yaila pake emoticon segala haha*&lt;br /&gt;Terus perkataan itu memancing temen gue buat merengek, ya elo kenapa pake kuliah di UI siiiiih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau ga mulut sypo gue ngomong apa? Tegas, lugas, dan cepat.&lt;br /&gt;"Mungkin biar ketemu odri."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seluruh kamar seketika sunyi senyap. Semua mata memandang padaku, dan berkata&lt;br /&gt;UNYU BANGET TITAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? Eh engga emang gue suka politik, maksud gue, waktu SMA juga udah suka baca tentang.." klarifikasi gue belom beres temen-temen gue udah pada sibuk, "ALAAAH kita cuma terima pernyataan pertamaa hahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha monyet.&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga ga ngerti, itu sypo apa emang alam bawah sadar bilang gitu ya? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, tanggal 3 which is hari ini, adalah tanggal jadian kita loh *berasa anak remaja labil*&lt;br /&gt;supaya total, biar sekalian kayak remaja labil, mari ucapkan&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7th months Audry Maulana and Tita Adelia. Longlast! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (ketawa mulu berasa lucu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-3694585248926758462?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3694585248926758462/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=3694585248926758462' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3694585248926758462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3694585248926758462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/07/ter-sypo-sedunia.html' title='Ter-sypo sedunia'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8953694794867598120</id><published>2011-07-02T09:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T09:46:06.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The break up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02WgnfKnfic/Tg6Drd4gMZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/S1kP3vgU8R4/s1600/tumblr_liywwxYaZ81qb09l7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02WgnfKnfic/Tg6Drd4gMZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/S1kP3vgU8R4/s400/tumblr_liywwxYaZ81qb09l7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrHNFxFUDb4/Tg6EGE57GDI/AAAAAAAAATE/mZMsLWId73M/s1600/tumblr_lliu8hf6mD1qb09l7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrHNFxFUDb4/Tg6EGE57GDI/AAAAAAAAATE/mZMsLWId73M/s400/tumblr_lliu8hf6mD1qb09l7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihi, yeah. Why so serious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8953694794867598120?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8953694794867598120/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8953694794867598120' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8953694794867598120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8953694794867598120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/07/break-up.html' title='The break up'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02WgnfKnfic/Tg6Drd4gMZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/S1kP3vgU8R4/s72-c/tumblr_liywwxYaZ81qb09l7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6884885119275867310</id><published>2011-06-29T16:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:28:57.527+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Common People Avoiding ‘Politics’?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“Only 23 percent of the American people would like to see their children go into politics as a life’s work.” Austin Ranney, 1987.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While lobbying, violence, and demonstration are modes of political actions we have known in everyday life, people tend to take the politics meaning slightingly. What is the real meaning of politics? In previous way, politics is the way to make a good life, also called &lt;i&gt;en dam onia&lt;/i&gt; in Greek. Politics was used to describe how people distribute the limited environments to the unlimited wants of humankind then now became pretty organized called governments. Nowadays, ‘politics’ have a poor reputation because there’s just a few people who really know what the true politics is.&lt;br /&gt;Persuading public officials to act as the group wish is the significance of lobbying. It is a direct efforts to get a decision-maker follow what the group wants which is refer to needs of society. In a political world, there are many sides who determine a public policy. If politicians cannot lobby all of sides, the needs of society cannot be done completely. The main target of lobbying is legislator, but others sides like executives and administrators are also must be approached by politicians.&lt;br /&gt;Politic and violence, in implicit or explicit kind of way, are always been close partners. Politics seems like a knife if we would make an analogy of it. A knife in a right hand could be so useful that can be used for cooking, cutting roses, or helps a doctor doing surgery. But in a wrong hand, it could be so harmful that can kill a human being. A true politician would not make ‘violence’ be the close partners with ‘politics’, violence is totally rejected as a tactic and never to be used in any circumstance to make a good life or a good society.&lt;br /&gt;Overreactions from the opposite groups and from the police are quite annoying while demonstration held. That’s why many people disparage demonstration as a nonsense activity which is counted as a political action. But are they know? Demonstration is one of democracy’s channel to represent groups needs while in the other way they can’t utter their voices. The cause of overreactions unfortunately emerged from they who provoke to switch the issue or bend the minorities voices.&lt;br /&gt;Now we have know that the reason why people avoiding ‘politics’ is because, most of people have a wrong comprehension about politics. A poor reputation of politics is emerged by politicians who didn’t have a wide knowledge about what the true politics is like. The thing is, we must accept the fact that creating a good life is not easy. So don’t avoid it, learn and face it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must study politics and war, that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy.. in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, and architecture.. John Adams, 1780.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-6884885119275867310?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6884885119275867310/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6884885119275867310' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6884885119275867310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6884885119275867310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-common-people-avoiding-politics.html' title='Why Common People Avoiding ‘Politics’?'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-1414769436399731973</id><published>2011-06-29T01:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T01:58:08.737+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh</title><content type='html'>Salahin twitter yang bikin gue susah nulis lagi. Otak gue jadi mengkeret di 140 karakter.&lt;br /&gt;Atau salahin otak gue yang terlalu banyak syarat kalau mau nulis lebih 140 karakter. Dulu ga perlu banyak cingcong, nulis ya tulis. Sekarang gue kebanyakan standar. Baca buku ga beres-beres. Literasi kualitas sampah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-1414769436399731973?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1414769436399731973/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=1414769436399731973' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1414769436399731973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1414769436399731973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/duh.html' title='Duh'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-5567468557975935209</id><published>2011-06-26T13:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:41:10.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I think</title><content type='html'>If you really believe in God. So why you let your anger took over you. He never want you to do so.&lt;br /&gt;If you really have a faith. So why you let a little problem freaking you out. So why you keep arguing an inessential things.&lt;br /&gt;If you really do shalat. So why you dirt your heart with those prejudice. So what's the point of being egoist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I think. The world may generalize it as 'phlegmatic'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-5567468557975935209?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5567468557975935209/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=5567468557975935209' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5567468557975935209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5567468557975935209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/thats-what-i-think.html' title='What I think'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8246877029081931471</id><published>2011-06-24T23:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:07:54.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of people being stubborn and selfish at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;Because... I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8246877029081931471?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8246877029081931471/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8246877029081931471' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8246877029081931471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8246877029081931471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4063122974446813227</id><published>2011-06-21T15:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:30:39.975+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never</title><content type='html'>I never say I'll always be there for you rite?&lt;br /&gt;Cause the fact is, I'm not. See now? We're separated by miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I don't know. &lt;a href="http://andianicindy.tumblr.com/post/6701385436/i-know-too-much-too-young-ive-lost-my-way-over"&gt;I love you, take a good care of yourself.&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-4063122974446813227?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4063122974446813227/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=4063122974446813227' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4063122974446813227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4063122974446813227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-never.html' title='I never'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4921337212956122028</id><published>2011-06-19T18:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T18:54:53.645+07:00</updated><title type='text'>From my dearest lecturer</title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilai mata kuliah Statistik Sosial 1 telah dipublish, silahkan diperiksa.&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai catatan mata kuliah MPS memiliki prasyarat lulus mata kuliah Statistik Sosial 1.&lt;br /&gt;Buat yang belum lulus harap mengambil setelah lulus statistik 1, jadi tidak bisa mengambil MPS untuk semester besok (semester 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat yang lulus tapi nilainya C, disarankan untuk mengulang statistik baru mendaftar MPS. Karena nilai C sebetulnya nilainya masih dibawah 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhatikan, banyak sekali yang tidak membuat dan mengupload tugas di files milis statistik dan berakibat tidak adanya nilai partisipasi dan tugas kalian. MPS sangat mendasarkan diri pada pengumpulan tugas di milis di bagian files, jadi jangan diulangi lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat liburan dan salam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selamat liburan mas, terimakasih C+ nya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-4921337212956122028?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4921337212956122028/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=4921337212956122028' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4921337212956122028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4921337212956122028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/from-my-dearest-lecturer.html' title='From my dearest lecturer'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6959815811251644658</id><published>2011-06-19T14:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:33:37.340+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Male/female</title><content type='html'>"According to Aristophanes in Plato's Symposium, in the ancient world of myth there were three types of people," Oshima says. "Have you heard about this?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"In ancient times people weren't just male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female, or female/female. In other words, each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyone was happy with this arrangement and never really gave it much thought. But then God took a knife and cut everybody in half, right down the middle. So after that the world was divided just into male and female. The upshot being that people spend their time running around trying to locate their missing other half."&lt;br /&gt;"Why did God do that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Divide people into two? You got me. God works in mysterious ways. There's that whole wrath-of-God thing, all that excessive idealism and so on. My guess is it was punishment for something. Like in the Bible. Adam and Eve and the fall and so forth."&lt;br /&gt;"Original sin." I say.&lt;br /&gt;"That's right, original sin." Oshima holds his pencil between his middle and index fingers, twirling it ever so slightly as if testing the balance. "Anyway, my point is that it's really hard for people to live their lives alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kafka on The Shore, one of Haruki Murakami's book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-6959815811251644658?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6959815811251644658/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6959815811251644658' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6959815811251644658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6959815811251644658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/malefemale.html' title='Male/female'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-84759281887794348</id><published>2011-06-17T01:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T01:28:13.596+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way of think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy-3EMAA32Y/TfpGbLuxk_I/AAAAAAAAASs/LBggFiINIL8/s1600/ass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy-3EMAA32Y/TfpGbLuxk_I/AAAAAAAAASs/LBggFiINIL8/s320/ass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breathe*&lt;br /&gt;I think what should I do is refresh my way of think.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in a horrible way of think cage? Dad never teach me to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-84759281887794348?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/84759281887794348/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=84759281887794348' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/84759281887794348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/84759281887794348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/way-of-think.html' title='The way of think'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy-3EMAA32Y/TfpGbLuxk_I/AAAAAAAAASs/LBggFiINIL8/s72-c/ass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-5088420476111851254</id><published>2011-06-16T07:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T07:54:50.974+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow contemplation</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I may seems pretty understand how to live a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may seems quite religious. Use my veil anywhere I go, ignoring hundred temptations easily. Do shalat. Avoid every little things that leads me to the prohibitted one. Didn't smoke, didn't drink, never been kissed by someone, seems never dissapointing my parents or all.&lt;br /&gt;I may seems really responsible. Never leave something undone, no matter how hard it is. Always try to choose things maturely as much as I could. Considerately. Like, yesterday in a school things, in a college things nowadays, self development thingy, or friendship, relationship, everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I may seems pretty understand how to live a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know?&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;My life is an accumulation of luckiness. A chance, a moment, is all that shaped me to be what I may seems like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feels so weak, you now?&lt;br /&gt;So that I know I always need you. Strengthening me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em. This is a shallow contemplation yet a very deep confession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-5088420476111851254?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5088420476111851254/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=5088420476111851254' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5088420476111851254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5088420476111851254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/shallow-contemplation.html' title='Shallow contemplation'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-1406991644863610241</id><published>2011-06-15T14:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:56:33.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the world didn't use math as much as I.. learn?</title><content type='html'>dulu gue &lt;strike&gt;pernah&lt;/strike&gt; pinter matematika loh........&lt;br /&gt;kangen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-1406991644863610241?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-3572870383712294428</id><published>2011-06-14T11:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:18:32.983+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever</title><content type='html'>feel extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUoLbliDOtE/Tfbez4C8zgI/AAAAAAAAASM/P6XSdWx39LU/s1600/keep-smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="305" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUoLbliDOtE/Tfbez4C8zgI/AAAAAAAAASM/P6XSdWx39LU/s320/keep-smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-3572870383712294428?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3572870383712294428/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=3572870383712294428' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3572870383712294428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3572870383712294428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUoLbliDOtE/Tfbez4C8zgI/AAAAAAAAASM/P6XSdWx39LU/s72-c/keep-smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-5708942454288605741</id><published>2011-06-07T02:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T02:55:38.631+07:00</updated><title type='text'>all star</title><content type='html'>Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed&lt;br /&gt;She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb&lt;br /&gt;In the shape of an "L " on her forehead&lt;br /&gt;Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming&lt;br /&gt;Back to the rule and I hit the ground running&lt;br /&gt;Didn't make sense not to live for fun&lt;br /&gt;Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb&lt;br /&gt;So much to do so much to see&lt;br /&gt;So what's wrong with taking the back streets&lt;br /&gt;You' ll never know if you don 't go&lt;br /&gt;You' ll never shine if you don 't glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now you 're an All Star get your game on, go play&lt;br /&gt;Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid&lt;br /&gt;And all that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt;Only shooting stars break the mold&lt;br /&gt;It's a cool place and they say it gets colder&lt;br /&gt;You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older&lt;br /&gt;But the meteor men beg to differ&lt;br /&gt;Judging by the hole in the satellite picture&lt;br /&gt;The ice we skate is getting pretty thin&lt;br /&gt;The waters getting warm so you might as well swim&lt;br /&gt;My world's on fire how about yours&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I like it and I never get bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas&lt;br /&gt;I need to get myself away from this place&lt;br /&gt;I said yep what a concept&lt;br /&gt;I could use a little fuel myself&lt;br /&gt;And we could all use a little change&lt;br /&gt;Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming&lt;br /&gt;Back to the rule and I hit the ground running&lt;br /&gt;Didn't make sense not to live for fun&lt;br /&gt;Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb&lt;br /&gt;So much to do so much to see&lt;br /&gt;So what' s wrong with taking the back streets&lt;br /&gt;You' ll never know if you don 't go&lt;br /&gt;You' ll never shine if you don 't glow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-5708942454288605741?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5708942454288605741/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=5708942454288605741' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5708942454288605741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5708942454288605741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-star.html' title='all star'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-772210769066202192</id><published>2011-06-02T11:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T12:01:37.210+07:00</updated><title type='text'>siluet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHdNiNpOXYk/TecWtm9glbI/AAAAAAAAASA/IUdqIQ7316o/s1600/tumblr_lm2j535HCW1qzlk5jo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHdNiNpOXYk/TecWtm9glbI/AAAAAAAAASA/IUdqIQ7316o/s320/tumblr_lm2j535HCW1qzlk5jo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemu dari tumblrnya teh &lt;a href="http://kalengikansarden.tumblr.com/"&gt;tristi&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;ini adalah masa dimana mau-maunya tesla dan large jadi model cover buletin literatur 3.&lt;br /&gt;buletin ini yang bikin wakasek kesiswaan senewen, "kamu ketua literatur? kalau buletin ini dibawa keluar sekolah tidak sengaja bagaimana? mana ada anak 3 yang manjat pagar begini untuk mabal sekolah!"&lt;br /&gt;lu aja gatau. jawab gue dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, kangen. &lt;i&gt;still they do literacy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-772210769066202192?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/772210769066202192/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=772210769066202192' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/772210769066202192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/772210769066202192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/siluet.html' title='siluet'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHdNiNpOXYk/TecWtm9glbI/AAAAAAAAASA/IUdqIQ7316o/s72-c/tumblr_lm2j535HCW1qzlk5jo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-2988984131179946207</id><published>2011-06-02T11:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:42:22.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothingness (err, hate that phrase cause it feels so emo)</title><content type='html'>So this is so-and-so much tiring days in the city I choose to spend my college time at. My belly feels little empty, but I pretty sure I’m yet that lazy to buy some food downstairs. But then I remembered my promise to my boyfriend about eating stuffs, so I take my jacket and go downstairs searching for something to eat. It’s already, like, about eight o’clock, P.M of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t called it holiday, but yes, many students had finished their academic thingy for this semester. So in the time like this, which is eight P.M, the street seems pretty vacant and a little bit dark than usually. I walked alone with my wallet and hand phone both in my right hand, my head was thinking about many-many things that could be thought. First popping question is, &lt;i&gt;why I stay here when bunch of my friends go back their home?&lt;/i&gt; Easy to answer, it’s because I still have several responsibilities here, not a hard thing to do, I confess. But yeah, it could make me stay here at the end. &lt;i&gt;Then why I still have those several responsibilities when my friend can freely go back their home doing some fun things?&lt;/i&gt; By this question, I trapped in the shallow pond of insecurity. Rat was run over my feet, makes me little bit startled.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why you always be like this, ta?&lt;/i&gt; This question couldn’t wait patiently to be answered. But I won’t answer instead of giving a question. &lt;i&gt;Always be like what? What do you try to bring me to?&lt;/i&gt; I stated a rhetorical question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always be like this, pick some responsibilities, phlegmatically do several things that others wouldn’t do, where the heck are the benefit for you? For your friends? For your parents? Why you always want to do some little things that just make you tired? And remember, no one notice about what you’ve already done.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a very deep breath. I let the question pouring me down. I have nothing to do with the answers. I just realized asking question is much easy than giving a rational answers. I didn’t wanna think about the answer. To be honest, I didn’t wanna think about anything, I was hungry and search some food to eat. That’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where the heck is your achievement? It been a year and you still have nothing to makes your parents proud about. Winning something? Be a delegate of something something? Being someone something?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It been a year and you still have nothing to makes your parents proud about.&lt;br /&gt;It been a year and nothing to makes your parents proud.&lt;br /&gt;It been a year and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It been a year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to buy some bread to eat. I was just able to eat something light, suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where the heck is your achievement?&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing in this whole year, tita adelia?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I finally answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just do some sightseeing look for something interesting in this great diversity of humanity and love properly the peoples I loved. That’s all what I do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gobbled the bread. Drinking some water, then continuing read a book like I always do to spend the lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;So um, may I say sorry for my nothingness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-2988984131179946207?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2988984131179946207/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=2988984131179946207' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2988984131179946207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2988984131179946207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/06/nothingness-err-hate-that-phrase-cause.html' title='nothingness (err, hate that phrase cause it feels so emo)'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-5163017002319986665</id><published>2011-05-29T08:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T08:10:30.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuisine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZ2BkX3erlQ/TeGaBPns4sI/AAAAAAAAARw/XxSC7HHVA3c/s1600/2011-05-21%2B17.55.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZ2BkX3erlQ/TeGaBPns4sI/AAAAAAAAARw/XxSC7HHVA3c/s320/2011-05-21%2B17.55.08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first chicken cordon bleu&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy knowing that he likes cooking (Y) haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-5163017002319986665?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5163017002319986665/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=5163017002319986665' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5163017002319986665'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>mabok</title><content type='html'>tengah malem, baju seenak-enak rambut udah ga beres kucir kuda asal, baru tidur dua jam (plus tidur ayam di bis), ngadep komputer sejak sampe rumah (baru dari depok gw anyway). frik.&lt;br /&gt;randomly&lt;br /&gt;sang kakak: "de, kok kamu sekarang cantik sih?"&lt;br /&gt;gw: "hah? apasih? mabok?"&lt;br /&gt;sang kakak: "gatau, udah ga kaya anak kecil."&lt;br /&gt;gw: "haha masa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalem hati gw: yak iyalah mana ada anak kecil yang kuliah jauh-jauh dari rumah sok2an ikutan organisasi sambil sok2an meminimalisir minta dikirim duit dari rumah.&lt;br /&gt;#datar #sarkas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-1984835512567921231?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1984835512567921231/comments/default' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9quOhy41jwQ/TcQcNMcG5rI/AAAAAAAAARo/f2WNtrz4cqc/s72-c/New%2BPicture%2B%252829%2529.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4577073433610835894</id><published>2011-04-26T12:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:17:36.248+07:00</updated><title type='text'>aliran</title><content type='html'>bismillahirahmanirahim..&lt;br /&gt;iyak, tumben ya awalnya pake basmalah? hoho biasanya juga pake kok, cuma ga ditulis #alibi.&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya gue nulisnya takut, tapi demi kemaslahatan umat, gapapa. semoga nanti gaada koin untuk tita, seperti koin untuk prita dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pengen berbagi pengalaman soal yang baru-baru ini lagi jadi hot issue di media massa. seperti teorinya mas McCombs dan DL Shaw dalem agenda setting theory yang berasumsi kalo, ketika media ngasih tekanan pada suatu peristiwa, maka media itu akan mempengaruhi kita untuk menganggapnya penting. kalo media ga ngasih tekanan pada berita krisdayanti dan raul lemos, ga mungkiiin kita mau-maunya repot ngomentarin mereka. nah gue bukan mau bagi pengalaman soal KD raul mentang-mentang gue mirip aurel. tapi tentang negara islam indonesia, dimana banyak mahasiswa diculik dan koran-koran serta tv demen liput mengenai hal ini. tekanan yang media kasih ini, bikin kita nganggep isu ini penting. menurut gue, isu ini lebih dari penting. ini menyeramkan :O *berlebihan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceritanya dimulai ketika gue masih kelas satu SMA. masih bego (berasa skrg udah ga bego), masih polos, tapi ga ingusan kok. gue jenis orang yang gaada masalah sama orang-orang angkatan atas, termasuk alumni. pada saat itu gue kenal banyak alumni dan gue gaada suudzan samasekali sama mereka. *baik kaan* naon.&lt;br /&gt;eh, ada satu loh yang demeeeen banget ngajak gue diskusi. diskusinya tentang hidup, tentang hakikat manusia, tentang yang berbau filosofis deh. gue sih seneng-seneng aja.&lt;br /&gt;sampai pada saatnya beliau semakin dekat. suka nanyain kabar (ini bukan cerita tentang pdkt. catet!), nanyain lagi apa, sampe mau nganter ato beliin pulsa kalo pulsa gue abis.&lt;br /&gt;lalu pada hari minggu ada semacam pertemuan. semacam seminar kecil tentang tuhan. gue? gue sih orangnya open aja. jadi gue ikutan #bego&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya gue emang ngerasa agak-agak aneh, ini orang kenapa deh. karena dibanding alumni yang lain, yang ini memang agak aneh. pertama, kenapa dia ngedeketin gue. kedua, kenapa semua yang dia bawa selalu tentang tuhan dan agama. tiga, kenapa dia pengen tau amat segala macem tentang gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan gue AMAAAT BERSYUKUR (tuh ya pake capslock) gue terlahir dengan cuek, ga peka, dan ga terlalu mikirin detail. sekeras apapun beliau berusaha ngedeketin dan meracuni pikiran gue lewat diskusi, gue denying secara natural. gue tetep aja cuek, gak sok pinter ngedebat dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada waktunya, muncul gerakan melawan aliran sesat dari DKM di sekolah gue. gencaar banget. pada saat itu, gue dikenalin dengan salah satu alumni yg dulunya anak DKM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;beliau (alumni yg dulunya anak DKM), pegang catatan kecil rahasia (rahasia beneran, gue lagi ga becanda) berisi list siapa aja alumni yang, err.. yang apa ya nyebutnya? yang mesti gue jauhin.&lt;br /&gt;yang mesti gue jauhin. yang mesti semua anak-anak waspadain. aduh gue gabisa nulis secara eksplisit, maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya, ternyata yang ngedeketin itu pengen bikin gue ikutan dia. dia ngincer anak-anak yang punya pengaruh, anak-anak yang punya rasa curious tinggi. sial. sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada saat tau itu gue shock. ga boong, gue shock. lalu gue istigfar, gue makasih banget sama teteh DKM itu, makasih banget.&lt;br /&gt;teteh itu juga mastiin sejauh mana gue udah dipengaruhi, sejauh mana gue suka ikut pertemuan, sejauh mana gue udah dideketin. ternyata walaupun udah cukup lama, ga terlalu jauh. setelah itu gue dijelasin sejarahnya, dijelasin grand goalnya mereka itu apa. pada saat itu gue speechless. bukankah gue terlalu kecil untuk hal-hal seperti itu? anak SMA yang bahkan lulus aja masih jauh? tapi ternyata tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, pesen gue adalah temen-temen ati-ati ya. ati-ati.&lt;br /&gt;ya, ati-ati. maaf kalo gakjelas, tapi gue berdoa semoga esensinya dapet. gue juga mesti ati-ati ini dosen udah ngeliatin gua mulu. haha&lt;br /&gt;ati-ati yaaaaaaaaaaaa. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-4577073433610835894?l=titaadelia.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/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-5941090233249408908</id><published>2011-04-26T11:54:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:06:16.659+07:00</updated><title type='text'>vice, deputy, assistant, representative</title><content type='html'>oh don't bother worry. I'm not going to post about serious stuff like a governance things or somewhat political thingy.&lt;br /&gt;(kapan ya gue agak pinteran dikit nulis persoalan penting selain kalo ada tugas kuliah? nanti ya. kalo udah lulus. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empat kata diatas itu benang merah harfiahnya sama, wakil. wakil itu bukan yang pertama, wakil juga bukan yang kedua. wakil itu bukan yang bertanggungjawab, wakil juga bukan yang tidak bertanggungjawab. jadi wakil itu gak gampang, jadi wakil itu juga gak susah. sementara pelatihan kepemimpinan udah menjamur dimana-mana, boleh ga gue bikin yang semacam itu tapi untuk wakil pemimpin, bukan pemimpin, boleh ga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;jadi gini, saat lagi balikin proyektornya mpk agama dikelas gedung G lantai 4 ke gedung A lantai 1 abis sambil narikin duit buku agama yang belum pada bayar, gue baru mikir, eh kenapa ini gue yang repot ya? padahal kan gue bukan ketua kelas, gue cuma wakil. wakil. hohoho, wakil. dari situ otak gue penuh sama asumsi dari interpretasi pengalaman-pengalaman. kayaknya, gue emang bener menikmati jadi wakil ketimbang harus jadi yang paling depan, ketua. walaupun apapun (apadeh). walaupun mungkin lebih repot, ya, walaupun apapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah karena gue terlalu pengecut?&lt;br /&gt;ga tau. buat gue, jadi wakil itu bikin gue lebih bisa ngasih banyak. disisi lain gue bisa nge back up ketua, disisi lain gue juga sangat berhak bikin suasana kepanitiaan yang kondusif. &lt;br /&gt;jadi wakil juga ada semacam unseen obstacles yang bikin itu jadi susah. kapan gue mesti biarin ketua gue kerja supaya dia ga keenakan, kapan gue mesti bantu, udah sejauh apa gue berperan, gimana caranya bantu maksimal tanpa bikin si ketua ngerasa ga berharga, gimana caranya jadi yang tetep dingin saat ketua udah stress, gimana caranya bikin a whole kepanitiaan tetep stabil kerja. karena wakil (sangat) jarang berurusan sama luar. kalo ada apa-apa, yang maju ketua gue. karena itu untuk kekondusifan intern (menurut gue) sebenernya ada di pundak wakil.&lt;br /&gt;seperti gue jadi wakilnya ketua osis dulu, alhamdulilah ga menang pemilu.&lt;br /&gt;seperti gue jadi sekrenya (baca: wakil) limas sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;seperti gue jadi wakil-wakil lainnya yang males amat gue sebut semua.&lt;br /&gt;pengalaman-pengalaman gue jadi ketua malah bikin gue sedikit trauma, sejujurnya. karena gue ga berhasil mengantar apa yang gue ketuai ke arah kesuksesan (halah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seperti gue jadi wakilnya kepala rumah tangga nanti mungkin?&lt;br /&gt;ya, alhamdulilah gue gausah jadi suami.&lt;br /&gt;yang nantinya jadi suami gue, gaperlu khawatir keambil otoritasnya sebagai kepala rumah tangga berarti. gue udah biasa jadi wakil. haha. yaa walopun rumah tangga gaakan sesimpel kepanitiaan(oyeah everybody knows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a good vice, can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6341594679125955957</id><published>2011-04-22T07:42:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:31:13.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ya Tuhan, sulitnya menjadi dewasa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jauh rasanya, jauh&lt;br /&gt;dari masa lalu ke masa kini.&lt;br /&gt;begitu banyak guncangan yang bikin saya rapuh&lt;br /&gt;waktu demi waktu menetes,&lt;br /&gt;mengalir karena bocor&lt;br /&gt;saya mencari sesuatu yang tak perlu dicari&lt;br /&gt;saya menangisi sesuatu yang tak perlu ditangisi&lt;br /&gt;saya sesak oleh sesuatu yang harusnya bikin lapang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si cengeng ini ngerasa ga cocok sama dunia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siapa bilang dia bahagia?&lt;br /&gt;ya Tuhan, sulitnya menjadi dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tulisan gue taun 2008. polos ya? gue sedih sendiri bacanya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;all the things in my head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karya tulis bahasa Indonesia bu wiwin.&lt;br /&gt;Karya tulis lomba bersama teh aqisth, pengen nentuin judul tapi belum sempet aja, padahal bisa sambil kok, sambil makan bareng tadi juga padahal bisa, padahal. &lt;br /&gt;Kepanitiaan: mk 3 butes, bisalah itu mah, tinggal nyatetin siapa yang pesen, dispenda besok, jaga stand pas hari sekolah mah bisa bareng-bareng, tapi yang agak ngeganjel teh kostumnya ey. 16 mei 09.&lt;br /&gt;Kepanitaan: promnine&amp;wisudaan, humpubiz yang penting hubungannya sama 09 dulu. lo pengisi acara, sama pj setiap acara yang ada hubungannya ke ekstern tinggal dibagi-bagi, undangan udah di desain sama m3. yang urgent alias mesti asap itu tempatnya, ayodong cepet tentuin. Nah, wisudaan masih agak buta, rundownnya belum turun dari sie acara. 22, 23 juni 09.&lt;br /&gt;Kepanitiaan: LKO, ttps udah fix ya? Rencananya hari rabu mulai rakor perdana, jangan ngulangin kesalahan di LKS dalam sistematika kerjanya. Ttpsnya jelas dan luas kok, bagus buat dikembangin. Kepanitiaannya juga sedikit, efisien mudah-mudahan. Minjem buka yang aul tentang per-osisan jangan lupa. Mulai nyari metode-metode acara yang nyampe, bikin rancangan keseluruhan, jangan ada miss diantara panitianya sendiri. Walaupun ga semua pengurus osis jadi panitia, tapi diusahain feelnya dapet sebagai proker kaderisasi pengurus osis. Analisis input(analisis proses?) masih dibutuhkan. Minta masukan ke 09 dan angkatan atas, semacam asistensi tapi ga serumit itu. Mei 09.&lt;br /&gt;Kepanitiaan: infinit3, jangan sampe stuck disuatu masalah. Usahain tetep jadi, tetep ada. Kalau tujuannya bagus, kenapa ngga?  Antara seksie admin, , dansi, dan humiz jangan pabaliut. Agustus 09.&lt;br /&gt;Kepanitiaan: olimp, ahh.&lt;br /&gt;Ekskul: SPeD, rancang sesuatu untuk o11.&lt;br /&gt;Ekskul: literature, jobdesc, aturan main bulletin, penyampaian alur kepengurusan, workshop menulis, kajian.&lt;br /&gt;Self: gigi oh gigi, besok sangat disarankan menambal tapi akunya sendiri ga sempet. Hoo gimana dongdong?  Hha kalemlah. Kawat oh kawat segeralah pasang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4meio9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tulisan gue taun 2009, haha gue senyam senyum sendiri bacanya. ampun deh ampun!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;untitled(yet)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak pernah tahu caranya mengungkap. Terlalu terjebak dalam pemikiran yang mengatakan bahwa kata-kata itu tumpul, tak cukup pandai untuk menyingkap. Aku hanya terpesona oleh lautan, oleh tawa nyinyir sang tripang, oleh bau pasir dan desiran pantai. Disini mungkin Tuhan menerbangkan satu roh yang Dia punya kedalam raga yang bersembunyi di rahim ibuku, roh yang Dia rencanakan untuk menyatu dengan lautan, roh yang mungkin Dia sesali mengapa terpikir untuk diciptakan. Tak ada yang bilang Tuhan tak pernah menyesal. Aku butuh sesuatu yang lebih dari kesunyian. Bukan bulan yang bersinar tanpa perkataan atau daun-daun gugur yang jatuh tanpa bicara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;err.. itu penggalan salah satu novel-novelan yang gue bikin iseng.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;halusinasi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan terlalu sering memperkosa rasa. karena saat kamu rindu dengan dia yang polos dan jujur, kamu tak bisa berbuat apa-apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setiap bangun tidur aku seperti sedikit mati. aku tahu ada saatnya nanti aku benar-benar mati. secuil hati aku ingin itu cepat-cepat terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;setiap bangun tidur aku seperti sedikit mati. mungkin ini tidak terjadi bila yang diluar kamarku berhenti berdiksi.&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak bilang aku tidak suka berkata-kata. aku suka, tapi bukan seperti mereka yang bertameng ego. mereka ingin menang. aku tidak pernah ingin menang karena aku sadar ini bukan lomba. aku inginnya rumahku bukan arena lomba tapi lama kelamaan aku tidak peduli rumah ini sebenarnya apa. dari dulu aku hanya ingin kita minum teh sambil mengobrol tentang apa yang terjadi hari ini, bukan meregang syaraf untuk membicarakan siapa yang benar dan salah siapa yang menang dan kalah. lalu kini harusnya kalian tahu mengapa aku tak tahu dimana letak gunting kuku atau koran-koran bekas, aku tidak pernah keluar kamar kecuali untuk pergi keluar rumah.&lt;br /&gt;menerima.&lt;br /&gt;kalian mungkin tidak tahu berapa liter air mata yang keluar untukku bisa menerima semua keadaan dan menguapkan seluruh keinginan-keinginan klise ala anak kecil dulu. dan berapa geraman kesal yang dikulum sampai sesak sendiri mungkin kalian tidak tahu jumlahnya. karena aku pun tidak tahu, tidak menghitungnya. sesekali aku rindu juga rasanya merindukan kasih sayang. sekarang aku tidak peduli apalagi merindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak pernah bicara kerjaanku hanya membaca dan sedikit mendengarkan mereka. aku lebih sering menyelamatkan telingaku dengan alunan musik.&lt;br /&gt;saking sakitnya sering yang kudengar itu adalah suara-suara yang berasal dari buku yang sedang ada pada tanganku. mungkin itu namanya halusinasi. seperti dua hari lalu yang kusadari adalah isi rumahku selain aku terbagi menjadi dua kaum, yang lelaki itu mengaku kaum behavioral dan para perempuannya mengaku jadi kaum tradisionalis. berlagak sperti sehabis perang dunia, mereka berdiksi tentang definisi ilmu pengetahuan. saat itu aku merasa bahagia, sampai kumatikan alunan musik dan kututup buku yang sedang kupegang, dan mulai tersenyum mendengarkan dari dalam kamar, terperangah dengan argumen-argumen silet mereka. tapi lama-lama suara mereka samar-samar menjadi meninggi, lalu berteriak-teriak, lalu menyumpah-nyumpah. aku takut. aku tidak jadi bahagia. aku mulai menyalakan lagu lagi dan membaca buku. pada satu titik aku sadar dan merasa amat sedih, tak satupun yang diluar kamarku itu termasuk kaum intelektual. berarti aku berhalusinasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;itu tulisan pas lagi penat banget, taudeh taun berapa. nyesek bacanya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aku sakit gigi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ibu aku sakit gigi.&lt;br /&gt;aku sakit.&lt;br /&gt;gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingin aku bubur itu, mak.&lt;br /&gt;atau usapan di pipi yang bengkak ini.&lt;br /&gt;atau suara darimu, 'sedang kenapa kamu ini nak?'&lt;br /&gt;bukan ibu, aku bukan kebanyakan menghembus balon. atau berkelahi dihantam kepalan tangan. tidak sejenaka itu hidupku bu. tidak sekeras itu pula. belum.&lt;br /&gt;ingin aku sereal itu, mak..&lt;br /&gt;dengan sedotan disaji hangat-hangat. di gelas donal bebekku yang dulu itu, bunda.&lt;br /&gt;atau sekedar memo ditempel di kulkas.&lt;br /&gt;berisi letak makanan bayi atau bubur instant yang nanti bisa ku masak sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;atau pesan singkat di telepon genggamku. kata-kata sesederhana, 'cepat sembuh'.&lt;br /&gt;sudah cukup besar kini aku bu. sudah memiliki ponsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini nyeri bu.&lt;br /&gt;gigi.&lt;br /&gt;bisakah ibu alihkan nyeri ini pada dongeng tiga babi kecil mu itu?&lt;br /&gt;atau dengan dentingan piano mu yang merdu?&lt;br /&gt;atau pada permainan-permainan mengasah otakku yang bunda bilang supaya aku nanti pintar walau ayah bilang aku masih terlalu kecil itu?&lt;br /&gt;pada kotak ajaibku, yang isinya hanya kerang-kerang laut dari pasir putih kita?&lt;br /&gt;atau semuanya tidak akan mempan ya, mak.&lt;br /&gt;ini terlalu nyeri.&lt;br /&gt;gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibu aku pening sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi wajarlah jika aku ingin sesuatu yang terlalu tinggi untuk kudapati. hanya tiga patah kata tua.&lt;br /&gt;dua, 'sayang ibu'.&lt;br /&gt;untuk ku ucapkan berhadapan denganmu.&lt;br /&gt;satu,&lt;br /&gt;hadirmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sakit gigi.&lt;br /&gt;bunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;abis operasi itu kalo ga salah. makin bikin nyesek tulisan yang ini huhu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm gaada ruginya nulis ya? sensasi flashback itu selalu lucu rasanya. haha&lt;br /&gt;lucu, karena toh ternyata sesusah apapun, gue selalu berhasil ngelewatin semuanya kan? &lt;br /&gt;*metode menyemangati diri oleh diri sendiri*&lt;br /&gt;oh, that's why I love my random writes folder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-6341594679125955957?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6341594679125955957/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6341594679125955957' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6341594679125955957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6341594679125955957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/04/polos.html' title='flashback'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6785325526191938359</id><published>2011-04-22T06:22:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T06:26:31.627+07:00</updated><title type='text'>non-sedatif anti-histamine</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;gue bener-bener (lagi) ga pengen balik lagi ke depok.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahloh ngaco.&lt;br /&gt;gatau kenapa.&lt;br /&gt;tau sih sebenernya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alergi itu kan, reaksi imun yang berlebihan terhadap suatu substansi yang sebenarnya tidak membahayakan.&lt;br /&gt;gue alergi depok dan segala isinya. hiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depok tidak membahayakan, tita.&lt;br /&gt;kamu sendiri yang memilih masuk-masuk ke berbagai zona tidak nyaman disana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya jangan nasehatinlah.&lt;br /&gt;untung gue punya antihistamin sendiri *ujung-ujungnya gombal* -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-6785325526191938359?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6785325526191938359/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6785325526191938359' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' 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segar disini, diingatanku. saat aku pakai baju pramuka dengan bordiran gambar regu teratai di tangan kiriku. kala itu aku ketua regu! hore. aku ketua yang sangat baik karena banyak anak yang mau masuk kedalam regu teratai. meski jarang menang diperlombaan, regu teratai anggotanya harmonis. maklum, ketuanya saja phlegmatis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku selalu suka saat aku memakai baju pramuka. kala itu badanku masih kurus, nyaman sekali baju pramuka dibanding dengan rok rempel hari senin selasa. atau baju batik panjang hari jumat. aku selalu suka saat aku memakai baju pramuka, karena itu tandanya hari sabtu tiba! hari sabtu yang mengantarkanku pada hari minggu. hari yang sungguh menyenangkan kutunggu-tunggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku suka hari sabtu. sekolahku SD negeri yang sangat biasa, aku suka hari sabtu. kalau kebagian sekolah siang, jam pulang sekolah adalah pukul setengah lima. jam setengah lima mobilku pasti sudah didepan gerbang, didalamnya ada ayah dan kakak-kakakku. ada mama juga. kami pasti mau jalan-jalan. karena, ini hari sabtu!&lt;br /&gt;sempat juga beberapa kali kecewa karena sabtu berjalan tidak seperti yang kumau. tapi ayah bilang, dunia memang tidak selalu akan seperti yang kumau. tapi tidak apa, aku sadar yang sebenarnya aku mau adalah keluargaku. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku suka hari sabtu, karena aku pasti punya sesuatu yang baru, buku bacaan baru, mainan baru, makanan! apa saja. karena sabtu menyilakan orangtuaku untuk berbagi waktu denganku. karena sabtu membuatku boleh tidur malam karena besok aku tidak usah sekolah. ah, sabtu yang dulu. nikmatnya terasa sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabtu pasti berlalu, baju pramuka ku sudah tersimpan dipojok kumpulan baju-baju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minggu? aku juga suka! suka sekali, favorit.&lt;br /&gt;dari kecil aku bukan tipe orang yang suka sengaja bangun siang. bagiku, hari minggu ini harinya aku bersenang-senang, sendirian. setiap hari minggu aku bangun subuh sekali, inilah mukjizat mingguku. padahal kalau hari sekolah, aku masih dibangunin mama. tapi hari minggu, aku bangun sendiri tanpa pakai apa-apa. yang pertama kulakukan adalah main the sims. kala itu aku duduk dibangku kelas tiga sd, aku sangat suka main the sims yang cheatnya masih klapaucius. dari dulu orangtuaku tidak terlalu senang liat aku terlalu banyak ada didepan komputer. tapi tampaknya setiap hari minggu mereka suka-suka saja. maka itu aku bangun dari subuh! aku sudah sangat ingin main the sims. haha.&lt;br /&gt;sekitar jam tujuh the simsnya kutinggalkan dulu, jam tujuh ada chibi maruko chan di rcti. itu juga hal yang kutunggu-tunggu. aku beli komik-komiknya, aku suka chibi maruko chan. karena dia sama-sama anak kelas tiga sd dan sama-sama anak bungsu. aku suka, seperti ada hubungan batin. setelah itu ada hamtaro, doraemon, p-man, dan pindah ke indosiar, conan. saat aku nonton conan biasanya kakak-kakakku sudah bangun dan mama juga sudah menyiapkan sarapan. kala itu aku tidak senang, ah aku ingin sendirian! lagipula aku tidak terlalu suka makan. aku dulu sampai dicekoki jamu-jamu dan vitamin supaya nafsu makan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi yang aku suka dari terbangunnya orang-orang dewasa itu adalah, itu berarti aku bisa pergi! hore. biasanya berenang, atau ke tempat sejuk, atau kemana. ayahku orang yang senang jalan-jalan dengan spontan. pernah waktu itu kita naik kereta ke gambir, melihat monas, lalu balik lagi ke bandung. aku senang. aku suka hari minggu. dan biasanya pada akhirnya aku lupa pada the sims. dasar anak kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, aku pernah suka hari sabtu dan minggu. suka sekali, favorit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;sekarang aku mati rasa pada hari. sabtu minggu rabu senin bagiku rasanya sama saja. malah sabtu minggu menjadi hari yang sedemikian sulit. membuatku harus memutuskan, membuatku harus memilih. membuatku harus menimbang-nimbang.&lt;br /&gt;selalu berhasil membuatku menarik nafas panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu, akankah sabtu minggu yang favorit kembali ke pelukanku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. hanya aku sendiri yang tahu jawabannya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8156058057217179706?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8156058057217179706/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8156058057217179706' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8156058057217179706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8156058057217179706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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berhati lalai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang khusyuk namun sibuk dalam kesendirian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada ahli ibadah tapi mewarisi kesombongan iblis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada ahli maksiat rendah hati bagaikan sufi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang banyak tertawa hingga hatinya berkarat dan ada yang banyak menangis karena kufur nikmat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang murah senyum tapi hatinya mengumpat dan ada yang berhati tulus tapi wajahnya cemberut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang berkata bijak tapi tidak memberi teladan dan ada pelacur yang tampil jadi pujaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada orang punya ilmu tapi tak paham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang paham tapi tak menjalankan aturan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang pintar tapi membodohi, ada yang bodoh tak tau diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada orang beragama tapi tak berakhlak dan ada yang berakhlak tapi tak bertuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, diantara semua itu, dimana aku berada? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Imam Ali bin Abi Thalib RA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://kalengikansarden.tumblr.com/"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-2798048271489890158?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2798048271489890158/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=2798048271489890158' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2798048271489890158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2798048271489890158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/04/dimana.html' title='dimana?'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8736940915702576252</id><published>2011-04-19T05:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T06:03:25.934+07:00</updated><title type='text'>alay dan ababil</title><content type='html'>kemaren gue kerja kelompok bersama orang-orang yang baru gue kenal. haha. selama ini sekelas cuma gue ga ngeh aja keberadaannya. sekelompok cuma tiga orang, gue cewek sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;bukan kerja kelompoknya yang mau dibahas, tapi tentang obrolan menariknya.&lt;br /&gt;kerja kelompok adalah kegiatan yang menyenangkan buat gue selama partnernya ga aneh-aneh. basically, gue suka berinteraksi dengan orang-orang baru. makanya gue ikutan organisasi, makanya gue suka sibuk-sibuk ga jelas (jelas deeng. haha), tapi ga cuma dalam tahap interaksi, gue lebih suka sampe ke tahap memahami. asyik, orang itu macem-macem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena ini fokusnya ke presentasi, kita milih temanya MSG. MSG yang monosodium glutamat itu loh, penguat rasa makanan. nanti kita bakal bawa ciki, popmie, sama cimol pas presentasi supaya menarik. slidenya dibikin bagus dengan permulaan iklan ciki. dan isi presentasinya lebih ke sejarah MSG, proses pembuatannya, sampai ke komposisi kimiawinya. dengan asumsi anak FISIP ga bisa bantai presentasi kita karena mereka ga begitu ngerti kalo soal hal-hal ilmiah begini *evil face* (haha siapa suruh dosennya ngebebasin banget tema presentasi). tinggal gimana caranya kita menarik perhatian audience dengan aksen inggris yang ga terlalu kaku, yak kelompok gue mau sering-sering nonton dipidi biar aksen bahasanya terinternalisasi (fyi, ini matakuliah mpk inggris). jadi bisa keliatan pinter dan jagoan. haha naoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beruntungnya adalah, kedua partner gue ini ternyata orang sunda, yang tau bandung, yang tau cimol, yang tau buahbatu, yang tau dago, yang tau daerah itb, yang tau sumur bandung. azek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, ini kebiasaan deh kebanyakan prolognya. haha.&lt;br /&gt;obrolan alay bermula dari seorang partner yang bilang pernah presentasi waktu dia les di lia, judulnya 'the phenomenon of alay'.&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya kita jadi oot, bodo ah, abis lucu juga (percakapannya ga gini sih, ya tapi intinya sama deh. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;a: "hahaha yaya tapi terlalu klasik ah kalo kita ngangkat fenomena alay, semua juga udah pada notice"&lt;br /&gt;gue: "iya, gue juga dulu pernah alay kok. haha"&lt;br /&gt;a: "haha iyasih, kayaknya gue juga. tapi gue lebih gasuka sama ababil ta"&lt;br /&gt;gue: "he? bukannya alay itu pada ababil juga?"&lt;br /&gt;a: "bukan maksud gue anak-anak ababil itu, yang pake kawat gigi"&lt;br /&gt;gue: "elah gue itu"&lt;br /&gt;a: "haha iya, yang harus pake blekberi. yang gaul ituloh ahh"&lt;br /&gt;gue: "hem, yang mesti nongkrong di starbucks? yang ngidam sushi setiap hari? haha"&lt;br /&gt;a: "yaaa, yang manja. yang sering foto sama mobilnya atau didalem mobilnya. yang semua foto-fotonya lagi bareng temen2nya banyak banget lagi party-party"&lt;br /&gt;gue: "hahaha. yang kalo ada konser siapa kek pasti harus beli tiketnya terus kalo ga nonton sedih"&lt;br /&gt;a: "anjir iya banget, padahal juga belum tentu suka beneran. suka karena temen2 gaulnya juga pada suka aja kali"&lt;br /&gt;gue: "hahaha. kocaklah"&lt;br /&gt;a: "perbedaan alay sama ababil apa coba?"&lt;br /&gt;gue: "apa?"&lt;br /&gt;a: "kalo alay, meskipun alay, tapi biasanya status-status mereka isinya positif. kayak, Quwh muZti kuwwaDh ato sm4ngAddh! ya dan sebagainya, kalo ababil itu kerjaannya merutuki hidup kayak, aduh taik banget sih nih tugas! elah dosen gue ngeselin parah! mampus panas banget hari ini kayak neraka! halah berlebihan deh, ga demen gue."&lt;br /&gt;gue: "huahahaha pinter banget lu. dan gue tau satu lagi sifat ababil yang lu pasti gasuka"&lt;br /&gt;a: "apaan?"&lt;br /&gt;gue: "gengsi. gengsinya tinggi benerrr naujubilah"&lt;br /&gt;a: "oh iya. haha.. iya haha. amit-amit gue punya pacar ababil mana mau diajak makan pinggir jalan, gabisa diajak naik angkot kemana-mana. repot"&lt;br /&gt;gue: "tapi dipikir-pikir, ini kita ngomong kayak gini karena kita terpaksa gabisa jadi anak ababil aja kali. biasanya mereka kan orang-orang berduit semua"&lt;br /&gt;a: "eh? iya juga kali ya? miris pisan.."&lt;br /&gt;gue: "auk nih siapa yang mulai duluan?"&lt;br /&gt;b: "gue"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha iya juga sih, kalo bokap gue tajir, mungkin gue juga ababil kali ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8736940915702576252?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8736940915702576252/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8736940915702576252' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8736940915702576252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8736940915702576252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/04/alay-dan-ababil.html' title='alay dan ababil'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6995674231823636171</id><published>2011-04-17T19:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:49:29.199+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your part?</title><content type='html'>susah rasanya buat nahan diri liat orang-orang yang berkelebihan, sementara hidup berada di lingkungan orang-orang yang berkelebihan. &lt;br /&gt;baik itu berkelebihan harta, berkelebihan prestasi, berkelebihan cinta, haha becanda deng yang cinta.&lt;br /&gt;susah rasanya buat ga ikut-ikutan pengen hidup enak, pengen juga pake mobil sendiri. pengen juga sarapan dibikinin. pengen juga tidur dalam ruangan yang adem. pengen juga shopping suka-suka ketekmu. pengen juga liburan tinggal kuras dompet bapake. eh ini siapa sih emang ada temen gue yang begini? haha. ya, pokoknya berkelebihan. jangan pura-pura bloon sih.&lt;br /&gt;susah rasanya buat nahan diri sendiri untuk bilang payah ke diri sendiri. liat si A jadi sesuatu di organisasi anu berskala titik-titik. liat si B jadi delegasi xxx di yyy. liat si C sukses membawa apa kemana. liat si D jago banget ngapain sampai bisa kesuatu tempat. liat si E membawa nama harum apaan dalam suatu kompetisi. liat F abis nyuksesin program itu padahal berskala ini. hea gakjelas banget. tapi ya, jangan-pura-pura bego tolong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi, gue jadi mikir. mungkin emang bagian gue disini kali ya?&lt;br /&gt;dan tugas gue adalah ngejalanin sebaik-baiknya. karena, apa juga gunanya kalo gue berhasil keliatan sehebat si ABCDEF padahal kebermanfaatannya minim?&lt;br /&gt;dan, mungkin emang yang terbaik bagi gue adalah jadi orang yang sederhana dulu kali ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-6995674231823636171?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6995674231823636171/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6995674231823636171' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6995674231823636171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6995674231823636171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-your-part.html' title='what&apos;s your part?'/><author><name>tita 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pilih aja.&lt;br /&gt;angka aja udah susah gue bagi. apalagi hati, apalagi waktu.&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sl0x-4B8uWw/TacmsV0gmOI/AAAAAAAAARg/IKM0zfUvZzA/s1600/unduhan" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" width="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sl0x-4B8uWw/TacmsV0gmOI/AAAAAAAAARg/IKM0zfUvZzA/s320/unduhan" /&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/7177758853198420364-3975027024631040608?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3975027024631040608/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-282103350110621363</id><published>2011-04-12T13:53:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:27:17.797+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kangen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIRfO0Syp-Y/TaP261BVJEI/AAAAAAAAARI/oT5v2K4QNkY/s1600/DSC00446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIRfO0Syp-Y/TaP261BVJEI/AAAAAAAAARI/oT5v2K4QNkY/s320/DSC00446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu keluarga dari ayah, gue seneng deh kalo kumpul sama mereka. ga macem-macem! sederhana. humoris. cacat. apa aja deh. terus sekarang tiba-tiba kangen. padahal lagi workshop penulisan ilmiah (ganyambung banget) tapi si pembicaranya namanya mbak lina kocak banget banyak becanda, jadi aja inget keluarga. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how grateful I am,&lt;br /&gt;fortunately being part of something called family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQfcm4kl2sQ/TaP-KNGhtmI/AAAAAAAAARY/obp_7oTJNSg/s1600/DSC00457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQfcm4kl2sQ/TaP-KNGhtmI/AAAAAAAAARY/obp_7oTJNSg/s320/DSC00457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepupu-sepupu centil. mana gua salah kostum lagi bukannya pake batik. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-282103350110621363?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIRfO0Syp-Y/TaP261BVJEI/AAAAAAAAARI/oT5v2K4QNkY/s72-c/DSC00446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-1120521731990188097</id><published>2011-03-29T08:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:29:14.903+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baca-baca notes facebook</title><content type='html'>baca notes sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;bahkan pelajaran geografi tentang epirogenesa negatif-positif aja gue jadiin tulisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I used to be soo poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disalahsatu komen gue bilang,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;hmm pengennya fisip ui. doain yaaa. hehe&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Life's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-1120521731990188097?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1120521731990188097/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=1120521731990188097' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1120521731990188097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1120521731990188097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/03/baca-baca-notes-facebook.html' title='Baca-baca notes facebook'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8837914094910568313</id><published>2011-03-28T14:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:13:39.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baru sadar</title><content type='html'>Ini blog bikin idup gue keliatan suram akhir-akhir ini. -,-&lt;br /&gt;Ga gitu kok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8837914094910568313?l=titaadelia.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/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4213008375575487527</id><published>2011-03-27T19:33:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:42:29.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In this very moment I realized. This all, is not about where and how we live. This is about no matter what, no any matter, we're still together yet. Even separated by distance, even separated by times, even separated by those fuckin wall I never wish to build. We're still together. Dad, mom, brother, sister, me. Plenary together. In our own hearts. Forever.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-4213008375575487527?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4213008375575487527/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=4213008375575487527' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4213008375575487527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4213008375575487527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/03/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6780994496617106532</id><published>2011-03-23T14:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:13:19.721+07:00</updated><title type='text'>knowledge is power but character is more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaKqIfbEixE/TYmctLRN5CI/AAAAAAAAARA/Fu_icm6MmUA/s1600/tumblr_licgbdqD2U1qbrfa0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaKqIfbEixE/TYmctLRN5CI/AAAAAAAAARA/Fu_icm6MmUA/s320/tumblr_licgbdqD2U1qbrfa0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;diambil dari:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://dikedike.tumblr.com/post/3976492916/knowledge-is-power-but-character-is-more"&gt;dike's tumblr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Juli 2007. saya diterima sebagai siswa SMA Negeri 3 Bandung. Sekolah yang saya impikan selama setahun terakhir dikelas 3 SMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun pertama, saya terkaget-kaget dengan lingkungan baru ini. Teman yang bisa menyelesaikan berbagai macam soal, tapi ga pernah nyatet. Lalu saya pun berteman dengan orang-orang luar biasa. orang-orang yang percaya kalau dengan membuat mimpi tetap hidu,maka kita bisa survive di tempat ini. yeaaah. i’m so lucky to being apart of this almamater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun kedua, saya mulai mengeksplor diri. Untuk melewati batas diri dan menjadi manusia yang siap untuk menghadapi tantangan hidup. Di tahun kedua ini,saya mulai sering panas kalau ada orang yang ngeremehin atau nantang saya, dalam hal apapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ketiga, tahun yang tidak pernah ingin saya lewati. tapi inilah tahun penting menuju cita-cita yang sudah kita andai-andai sejak masuk sekolah ini. Teman-teman mulai belajar hingga lupa waktu makan, main, keluarga, pacar, tapi gak lupa waktu solat. karena mesjid dan mushola akhwat selalu penuh di waktu solat. bahkan kelas sering berganti fungsi menjadi tempat solat. ada pula orang-orang yang melupakan waktu satnite-nya untuk ngedate ama mafikibi. hahaha. emang tahun gila. tahun ketika setiap orang tanpa sadar menjadi sangat teramat egois. tapi itu semua menjadi sangat indah. indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;knowledge is power but character is more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karakter. ya itulah yang dibangun lingkungan belitung barat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hingga menjadi orang-orang yang tahan banting, siap untuk persaingan yang lebih kompetitif di luar sana, siap untuk menghadapi hambatan dan tantangan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ready for a real life and a real world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn, I can't agree more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-6780994496617106532?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6780994496617106532/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6780994496617106532' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6780994496617106532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6780994496617106532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/03/knowledge-is-power-but-character-is.html' title='knowledge is power but character is more'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaKqIfbEixE/TYmctLRN5CI/AAAAAAAAARA/Fu_icm6MmUA/s72-c/tumblr_licgbdqD2U1qbrfa0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4496499544830028916</id><published>2011-03-18T12:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:36:58.739+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un- and -able</title><content type='html'>Bagian kiri kuku jari tengah gue terkelupas-kelupas kering karena udah lama ga pake hand and nail lotion. Terus akhirnya gue kelupasin tapi malah jadi sakit. Sakit kalau dipake nulis. Jadi nulisnya gamau pake pulpen. Karena sakit. Karena hand and nail lotion abis jadi gamau nulis pake pulpen. Karena gamau nulis pake pulpen binder jadi kosong. Binder minggu keenam ini menyedihkan keadaannya dibanding dengan minggu-minggu sebelumnya yang padat sesak dengan catatan-catatan centil berbau akademis. Binder gue jadi kosong. Karena udah lama ga pake hand and nail lotion.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan gue ga mampu beli tapi sebenernya emang ga mampu. Dengan harga yang sama bisa buat makan tiga hari. Jadi mendingan gue makan tiga hari. Binder gue jadi kosong. Karena gue lebih pilih makan. Tiga hari.&lt;br /&gt;Padahal gue juga bukan orang yang suka makan. Tapi gue gendut. Gue gendut padahal ga suka makan. Ga suka makan padahal gue suka nulis. Tapi nulis yang tinggal diketik-ketik. Jadi ga perlu hand and nail lotion. Sama seperti gue suka nyanyi.&lt;br /&gt;Sama seperti gue suka observasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue terkenal cuek. Ga. Gue ga terkenal. Tapi cueknya terkenal. Siapa yang gatau cuek. Siapa yang gatau cuek bebek. Siapa yang gatau donal bebek.&lt;br /&gt;Gue cuek dan simpel. Kata siapa. Kata orang yang mengenal dengan baik esensi kata cuek dan simpel. Kata orang yang mengenal dengan baik esensi diri gue, gue ga cuek ga simpel. Tapi gaada orang yang mengenal dengan baik esensi diri gue. Karena gue ga terkenal.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ceritanya gue lagi jalan kaki sendirian jam setengah dua belas malam dari kampus menuju kosan. Kenapa gue sendirian. Karena gue cuek dan simpel. Bohong. Karena kosan gue mau dikunci. Karena gue sok berani jalan sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;Saat jalan sendiri gue jadi pengen ngulang waktu. Pengen ngulang setahun lalu harusnya gue ga usah iseng googling cerita-cerita hantu di UI. Hasilnya sekarang gue jalan kayak ga sendirian. Ditemani hantu-hantu. Hantu-hantu yang berkeliaran di kepala gue sendiri. Untung gue cuek. Jadi gue terus jalan. Daripada ga sampe-sampe kosan.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan, gue bukan mau ngepost cerita hantu atau pengalaman mistis. Gue ga demen yang begituan. Karena gue penakut. Sama seperti gue takut ikan. Sama seperti gue takut Tuhan. Beda sih. Tapi sama-sama takut.&lt;br /&gt;Yang mau gue certain adalah berhari-hari setelahnya, dari hasil observasi amatiran gue, gue nemuin sesuatu. Berhari-hari setelahnya adalah hari ini. Info bahwa hand and nail lotion gue abis adalah cuma sampah. Apalagi info kalau gue gendut tapi ga suka makan. Tapi gue cuek. Kalo jengah baca ini, gausah diterusin. Simpel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa coba yang ajaib nan aneh akibat kesukaan gue mengobservasi sekeliling? Mata gue entah kenapa terlatih liat mana orang yang pacar-able dan un-pacar-able. Hahaha apaantuh.&lt;br /&gt;Mata gue bahkan udah terlatih liat mana orang yang sedang hangat mana yang sedang dingin mana yang bener ga peduli akan aspek percintaan di hidupnya. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Mulai absurd. Tapi ya emang begitu kenyataannya, gue gaktahan memendam ini semua sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;Ini observasi yang bebas nilai. Gue ga punya kepentingan apapun dalam menjewantahkan semua pikiran kedalam bentuk tulisan ini. Bahkan dari cara ketawa orang aja gue udah bisa tau orang ini masuk kategori pacar-able atau un-pacar-able. Maksud pacar-able adalah orang ini tinggal nunggu waktu aja, pasti ada yang nyangkut. Sedangkan un-pacar-able adalah orang yang mesti agak ngerubah dulu sedikit sikapnya kalau emang mau punya pacar. Bukaan, bukan berarti yang ketawa ngakak adalah un-pacar-able dan yang ketawa dengan tersipu malu-malu adalah pacar-able. Buka kayak gitu, tapi dari guratan-guratan wajahnya, dari  auranya, dari keseluruhan unit ketawanya. Haha mampus deh gue juga bingung cara nyampeinnya.&lt;br /&gt;Dari hubungannya dia sama temen-temennya, entah kenapa orang-orang yang pacar-able seringnya ngeluarin aura yang mandiri duluan dibanding orang-orang yang gue judge sebagai un-pacar-able. Kalo gue pikir-pikir lagi, iya juga sih, siapa yang ga setuju kalau pacaran itu jatohnya lebih susah daripada jadi single? Logikanya gini deh, saat lu single lu gak perlu mengakomodir keinginan dua kepala yang ga mungkin selalu sama dalam segala hal. Saat lu pacaran, lu perlu ngejaga hal itu supaya pacarannya tetep jalan. Se childish apapun orang, tetep aja gue bisa liat kalo emang orang itu pacar-able dan berlaku sama juga, se dewasa apapun orang, tetep aja ada juga yang un-pacar-able. Karena unsur-unsur childish dan mature nya buat nentuin orang itu pacar-able atau un-pacar-able itu beda sama unsur-unsur yang biasa orang liat. Gimana ya jelasinnya, susah.&lt;br /&gt;Juga dari mukanya. Bukaaan, bukan berarti yang ganteng dan cantik pasti pacar-able dan yang standar itu un-pacar-able. Dari mukanya gue tau apakah orang ini siap dimasuki seseorang lagi dalam hidupnya atau tidak. Wets agak berat. Iya jadi bukan masalah cantik gantengnya, tapi lagi-lagi masalah analisis diotak gue mengenai unit keseluruhan wajahnya. Dari gerak-geriknya, dari cara dia menghadapi orang lain. Gue kadang suka senyum karena ngeliat fenomena ini sendirian, karena ngeliat betapa besarnya anugerah yang Tuhan kasih tentang hal ini. Karena ga semua orang bisa liat kan?&lt;br /&gt;Kadang orang sukanya cuma ngeluh-ngeluh pengen punya pacar. Tanpa tau kalo punya pacar pun gaakan mengubah apa-apa dihidupnya. Kejam ya gue? Iya. Kalo emang pada dasarnya lu memandang dunia dengan suram. Ya kalau pun punya pacar nantinya lu bakal jadi si pemandang suram dunia yang punya pacar. Kalo emang pada dasarnya lu bawaannya murung. Kalo punya pacar nantinya lu hanya bakal jadi si pemurung yang punya pacar. Gitu juga kalo seandainya pada dasarnya lu orang yang pesimis atau apapun yang punya konotasi negatif.&lt;br /&gt;Karena pemecahan masalahnya bukan terletak di lu punya pacar atau ngga. Karena pacaran bukan sulap. Kecuali pacar lu memang sangat ajaip sakti mandraguna sampe bisa ngubah lu jadi pribadi yang lu pengen.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hari gini cari dimana pacar sakti? Semakin absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya gue suka banget ngeliat apa yang oranglain ga liat. Gue suka momen diam. Gue suka berpikir. Gue suka nulis yang tinggal di ketik-ketik. Gue suka nyanyi. Gue suka observasi. Gue gendut.&lt;br /&gt;Udah ah sekian dulu masbro. Ngantuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ditulis beberapa hari yang lalu, di dini hari di kamar yang, panas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-4496499544830028916?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4496499544830028916/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=4496499544830028916' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4496499544830028916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4496499544830028916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-and-able.html' title='Un- and -able'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8203883444292096988</id><published>2011-03-18T12:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:27:51.337+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy</title><content type='html'>messy week. messy. messi. meisy. jumpa lagi. cilukba.&lt;br /&gt;jumpa lagi, dengan meisy disini. tau ga lu artis cilik yang rambutnya panjang punya acara cilukba di tipi? jauh sebelum rezim tasya dan joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi gini ceritanya, bukan tentang artis cilik yang pernah naik daun, atau gue yang dulu rekaman-rekaman centil diiringin kakak gue pake piano, bukan bukan. ceritanya adalah minggu ini gue (ngerasa) kacaaaaaaaaaaau banget.&lt;br /&gt;banyak kerjaan printilan yang gue cerobohin, akhirnya jadi terakumulasi jadi suatu unit kerja yang cacat (ngomong apa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liat aja kosan gue, lagi berantakan banget, liat tugas-tugas kuliah gue, lagi kacau banget. bahkan gue bisa berhati dingin ga ngumpulin tugas, padahal tugasnya gampang.&lt;br /&gt;dan ini tuh kenapaaa?&lt;br /&gt;gaada hal-hal heboh yang fundamental yang terjadi padahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, yaudahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;asal nyokap bokap gue ga tau aja.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8203883444292096988?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8203883444292096988/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8203883444292096988' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8203883444292096988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8203883444292096988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/03/messy.html' title='Messy'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-120893832074051818</id><published>2011-03-11T00:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:26:25.955+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahaya</title><content type='html'>Ah babi. Percaya atau ga percaya, kata itu yang keluar waktu gue sadar sendiri betapa berantakannya kerjaan gue sendiri. Wants detail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dipikir-pikir, iya juga. Apa coba yang iya?&lt;br /&gt;Iya juga gue udah kelamaan nganggur, udah kelamaan gak punya hal yang nuntut gue buat ngelakuin banyak hal. Jadi sekarang gue merasa jadi orang paling bego sedunia. Kerjaannya dikit aja ga becus, lalu bahayanya adalah gue mulai membandingkan diri dengan gue di masa lalu. Poinnya adalah performa gue menurun.&lt;br /&gt;Misalnya, untuk close recruitment nyari orang buat jadi panitia. Kenapa kerjaan sesimpel itu jadi susah buat gue sekarang? Atau meng-organize satu minggu agenda supaya bantuin ketua pelaksana biar dia ga bingung starting acara. Kenapa hal sefundamental itu aja gue bisa ‘skip’ sekarang? Gue skip. Gue ga becus.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, akhirnya adalah sekarang gue bengong tiduran dilantai sambil nulis ini. Setelah mengirim jarkom yang cukup telat untuk pleno besok, udah jam12 malem loh ini.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin emang belum ada orang yang straight to face bilang kalau gue kerja ga becus, tapi dalam standar gue sendiri, ini adalah sangat berantakan. Dan gue ngerasa ga punya daya sebesar dulu untuk menghidupi standar yang gue punya sendiri. Disitulah poinnya, disitu letak alasan kenapa mata gue panas sekarang dan beberapa hari ini gue keliatan capek sampai ada pertanyaan lu kenapa ta? Kok ga kaya biasanya? Biasanya lu paling ceria. Lalu gue jawab dengan ga kenapa-kenapa. Karena emang ga kenapa-kenapa. Bukan karena sibuknya. Bukan karena hal teknis dan materi job nya yang bikin gue banyak mikir sampe keliatan kenapa-kenapa, ini lebih ke problem intern dari diri guenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngerasa amat rapuh. Cailah.&lt;br /&gt;Iya, lagi ngerasa lemah. Padahal gue gasuka lemah. Gue gasuka tau kalo diri gue kepayahan. Gue adalah yang terus lari 12 menit sampai finish padahal sebentar lagi bakal mati karena asma. Gue adalah yang ngangkat tema mabal di bulletin sekolah yang akhirnya dipanggil kepala sekolah dianggap membahayakan nama baik sekolah, what the hell are you hiding for adalah kata yang ada diujung lidah gue buat beliau saat itu. Gue emang plegmatis untuk hal-hal remeh. Tapi gue sebenernya berbahaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya, gue berbahaya bahkan untuk diri gue sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa gue sekarang adalah semoga diberi kekuatan untuk terus belajar. Meskipun berdoa cuma sambil tiduran dilantai, semoga Tuhan mengabulkan. Dan tenang aja, gue juga berdoa semoga gue ga ketiduran di lantai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-120893832074051818?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/120893832074051818/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=120893832074051818' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/120893832074051818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/120893832074051818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/03/bahaya.html' title='Bahaya'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6704395216017902664</id><published>2011-03-09T10:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:53:02.815+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucu</title><content type='html'>Gue tiba-tiba keinget satu hal yang amat lucu terjadi di hidup gue. Bukan, bukan lucu, tapi gue ga nemu diksi yang pas buat ngegambarinnya.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang coba lu bayangin, semester kemaren gue sekelas sama anak-anak campuran dari fakultas lain selain fisip. Ada satu orang yang menarik buat gue, engga, gue bukan tipe cewek yang ngeceng sana sini atau gampang suka sama orang. Ya cuma menarik aja, lagian alam bawah sadar bilang kalau dia susah dijangkau. Karena ya begitulah, physically dia ganteng, mirip artis siapa deh gatau, putih bersih dan murah senyum. Dengan begonya selama hampir satu semester itu I consider him sebagai anak fk. Karena kelas gue emang banyak anak fknya.&lt;br /&gt;Disisi lain kelas itu hanyalah sekian persen dari kehidupan kampus gue, dan orang itu juga cuma sepersekian persen dari kehidupan sosial gue. Oke dia menarik, tapi ga sepenting itu juga buat sering-sering gue pikirin. Yea, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Sejalan dengan itu, seiring dengan lelaki-lelaki kesepian yang gabisa liat cewek jomblo macem gue (anjir pede) dan karena gue juga jadi pusing sendiri sampe gue pikir punya pacar adalah suatu solusi. Akhirnya gue jadian sama salah satu dari lelaki-lelaki itu. Entahlah dia jadi yang paling beruntung atau paling sial, yang jelas rasa sayang itu ga bisa dibuat-buat. Mungkin jatuh dari langit atau gue tiba-tiba nemu dikolong kursi, jayus. Iya, pacaran gue, ngurangin satu beban pikiran untuk masalah mesti nikah sama siapa gue entar. Wets romantis.&lt;br /&gt;Balik lagi ke kelas dengan dominasi anak fk tadi. Hari itu hari terakhir kelas alias uas. Artinya bener-bener hari terakhir gue bakal ketemu anak-anak dikelas itu, ya entar-entar mungkin juga sih kebetulan ketemu dimana, tapi kemungkinannya sangat kecil, dimana gue adalah orang yang cuek dan males untuk ramah-ramahan kenalan-kenalan di kelas yang isinya rata-rata orang ambisius semua itu. Gue kenalan seperlunya aja. Pada hari terakhir kelas itu, si mahluk menarik jelas ada. Dan gue gaada keinginan untuk genit sedikit pun menyadari kalo gue udah ada yang punya (lagian juga gue cewek kulkas, dingin, kalo gue genit tar menara miring pisa bisa jadi lurus). Pada saat nunggu giliran tes, tiba-tiba mahluk menarik itu mendekat dan ngajak kenalan. Oh, nice. Dan lu tau apa? Dia tau kalo gue anak fisip, dia tau nama gue siapa, dan pada akhirnya dia minta nomer hape gue. Padahal gue segitu ga pedulinya nama dia siapa dan terlalu sok tau mendefinisikan dia sebagai anak fk padahal ternyata dia anak fib. Gue gatau dia tau darimana gue anak fisip, especially politik. Mungkin dia sakti.&lt;br /&gt;Entah kenapa giliran tes kita ternyata bareng, terakhir. Jadi punya agak banyak waktu buat ngobrol. Lu tau arti nyaman? Ya, kita langsung nyambung dan gue nyaman. Dia ganteng, inget kan? Sampai muncul kalimat yang sangat nakal dari otak gue, "andai lu ngajak gue kenalan lebih cepet dari ini..". Nakal sekali. Obrolan baru macet setelah becandaan dia sendiri yang mungkin bikin dia surprised sendiri, kenyataan kalo gue baru aja jadian. Dang. Gimana pun juga gue ga cungkup brengsek buat bohong. Dia kikuk. Gue juga entah kenapa jadi bingung.&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat itu gue langsung kacau, ga konsen sama uasnya. Gue antara percaya ga percaya dan menerka-nerka kenapa ini semua terjadi. Kenapa dia mesti ngajak kenalan, kenapa mesti dibikin tau kalo paling ngga ternyata selama ini dia notice keberadaan gue, kenapa mesti dibikin tau kalo kita nyambung, kenapa dia ganteng. Dan mata kuliah itu gue cuma dapet B mungkin gara-gara ini. Sampah. Untung cuma 1 sks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang inget hal itu gue cuma bisa senyum. Hari ini adalah setelah sekitar tiga bulan setelah kejadian itu, gue juga tiba-tiba inget secara random aja lagi bengong dikelas mpk inggris. Inget hal itu gue cuma senyum, lucu, lucu kan tadi gue bilang pertamakali?&lt;br /&gt;Iya, lucu aja mengingat ada nomor contact di hape gue yang ga pernah gue sentuh sama sekali, nomer dia. Lucu aja bahkan gue sempet ga inget sama sekali tentang dia. Lucu aja inget gue berhasil ngelewatin salah satu godaan buat hubungan gue. Lucu aja ada misteri yang cuma Tuhan yang tau kenapa gue ga diperkenalkan padanya lebih cepat dari yang terjadi. Yaya, lucu aja. Dan lebih lucu lagi gue sempet-sempetnya ngepost ini disaat harusnya gue ngetik hal lain yang lebih berguna. Haha. Eh, ini juga berguna, gue seneng kok berbagi cerita. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-6704395216017902664?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6704395216017902664/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6704395216017902664' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6704395216017902664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6704395216017902664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/03/lucu.html' title='Lucu'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-667992684487252422</id><published>2011-02-28T16:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:10:12.296+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soktau</title><content type='html'>Tulisan ini muncul setelah adodi telfon waktu gw baru bangun dari tidur setelah raker bem yang cukup melelahkan. Tentu aja suara gw kayak kodok kejepit sendal. Setelah tlefon ditutup. Gw ngerasain sensasi nyaman yang luarbiasa merasuk ngangetin perasaan gw. Walaupun suara gw kayak begitu adanya, gw ga denger nada khawatir dari sana. Dengan pertanyaan gw yang dijawab dengan jawaban kalau disana semua baik-baik aja, gw juga seneng. I mean, kakak gw tau gw pasti bisa jaga diri disini. Pasti ga akan jadi mahasiswa yang baik-baik amat yang kupu-kupu ato belajar terus, tapi dia tetep percaya gw pasti sanggup jalanin apa aja disini asal gw mau. Dan dia juga lebih dari tau kalo abis telfon itu ditutup, gw akan langsung cari makan dan minum obat ga mesti pake disuruh. Emang kadang gw suka males makan, tapi itu karena gw tau sampe mana diri gw sanggup. Kalo gw ngerasa gw bakal sakit, pasti gw langsung makan teratur tanpa harus banyak komando dari sana sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“ah kamu kan dari kecil udah seneng ngurus segala sendiri”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deg.&lt;br /&gt;Iya. Halo, gw tita adelia dan gw emang soktau.&lt;br /&gt;Dari masih pake sepeda roda tiga. Gw marah kalo pembantu gw ikut-ikutan dibelakang gw kalo lagi main sepeda. Gw sukanya sendirian, gw ngerasa gw udah bisa sepedaan sendirian. Padahal baca aja belum bisa. Sepeda aja masih roda tiga. Akhirnya keluarga yang sibuk nyari dan pembantu gw yang dimarahin. Padahal gw nya seneng-seneng aja main jauh-jauh sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;Di tk, gw gasuka kalo ditungguin sama orang tua. Dianter dan dijemput udah lebih dari cukup bagi gw. Bahkan gw suka nakal pulang sendiri kalau jemputnya lama. Dengan argumen rumahnya deket, gw boleh pulang sendiri. Emang gw dari kecil udah soktau.&lt;br /&gt;Di sd, kalo ada lomba-lomba di Jakarta. Gw ga masalah berangkat tanpa orang tua. Dari mulai kelas 3 sd, yang berangkat subuh-subuh dari tempat les kesana, gw ngerasa fine-fine aja sendirian, yang lain sama orangtua, gw santai aja ikutan rombongan, tanpa mama tanpa ayah. Yang ketar-ketir malah orangtua gw sendiri karena pada jaman itu belom musim handphone. Perkemahan sabtu minggu, gw seneng maksimal. Ditengokin, malah nyuruh pulang yang nengok. Ikutan pesantren kilat di Jakarta juga gw seneng-seneng aja. Ga kangen. Ga nangis. Mau ditengokin ga? Ga usah.&lt;br /&gt;Iya, gw emang soktau. Jaman-jamannya sekolah menengah gw suka nginep rumah temen dengan bilang mendadak. Padahal teteh gw kalo mau nginep bilangnya seminggu ato dua minggu sebelumnya, dia emang jauh lebih lugu dari adeknya: gw. Apalagi jaman SMA, gw berangkat paling pagi, pulang paling malem, weekend ga pernah ada dirumah.&lt;br /&gt;Keputusan penting juga sering gw tentuin sendiri, dari jaman sd ampe sma, yang ngurusin sekolah beserta milih sekolah kemana, ya gw sendiri. Termasuk masuk IPS di sma, itu karena gw yang milih. Termasuk kuliah dimana, gw aja iseng masukin ppkb ui. Orangtua gw selalu tau jadi.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu sekarang karma menempatkan gw kuliah ditempat yang harus keluar dari rumah. Selamat, kamu seneng ngurus segalanya sendiri kan? Sekarang juga gw udah mulai soktau jalan-jalan di Jakarta sendirian. Untung ga selalu ada waktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan lagi, gw ngapain aja disini, sebenernya keluarga gw cuma tau jadi.&lt;br /&gt;Entah itu beasiswa, entah itu ip, organisasi, atau apa, gw soktau dari dulu. Gw yang paling kecil malah jadi yang paling soktau.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-667992684487252422?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/667992684487252422/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=667992684487252422' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/667992684487252422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/667992684487252422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/02/soktau.html' title='Soktau'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-7406200586541051098</id><published>2011-02-24T15:13:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:18:17.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Globalization</title><content type='html'>My lecturer got a bulls-eye on me today. I was way too tired, bored, and sleepy so I just look at the phone, scrolling my twitter timeline with no enthusiasm at all. No hear, no see, no attention to his lecture.&lt;br /&gt;The topic was about globalization, in his slide, it was typed about mcdonaldization which I've been read that book randomly, a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;But when he explain about dimension of globalization, my bore, my sleepy and whatever it is suddenly gone magically.&lt;br /&gt;Four factor that identified globalization, one of them is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. cyber connected (hubungan lewat dunia maya)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer describe about how can cyber connecting people around the world, how can it change our socialization process, social structure, even our social systems.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered about my own story, about how I met my boyfriend. It's a cyber world. I put no doubt, before we really meet in the reality, both sides overanalyzed about how may she is, how may he is. Both sides are estimating themselves picturing how may she looked, how may he looked.&lt;br /&gt;And not just me, not just us who have to face the truth that we owe much to a cyberworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, em.. We are an attainment of globalization, aren't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-7406200586541051098?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7406200586541051098/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=7406200586541051098' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7406200586541051098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7406200586541051098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/02/globalization.html' title='Globalization'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-2305378279686098763</id><published>2011-02-19T08:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:28:55.932+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaguely</title><content type='html'>Well, I don’t really know how to put down my feeling into the words.&lt;br /&gt;It’s pretty hard, but I guess I sort of need to do this right now.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. I really don’t know how to starts. How to starts explain what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because it’s been a really long time since I let my problems written here. While previously I used to write anything I felt, in the honest way.&lt;br /&gt;No, no. I’m not saying that I am a big liar now. I’m not living a life as a pretender. No, I will never do. It’s too pathetic, and I guess I’m not that strong to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I often throw away my deepest feeling. I motivate myself as hard as I can.&lt;br /&gt;My friends now know me as a happy person, you know?&lt;br /&gt;I laugh more than them, I smile more, I talk in a funny way more than they even could. I communicate with every single layers of social stratification (you know what I mean). &lt;br /&gt;Finally, I successfully make them thought me as a strong one who owns a perfect life. &lt;br /&gt;Now I found it, ironic.&lt;br /&gt;And I blame no one here. They don’t have any fault, neither then me.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how much peoples that I love now? I say, much. Much more than you ever think.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family, indeed. I love them more than I could ever tell. I life separated from them now. I always try to do my best here. Did you think whom those are for? Me? What’s the matter?&lt;br /&gt;You know I am a kind of a take-it-easy person. Then with those my take-it-easy behavior I will never can make them proud. While I can’t be there for show them my love, at least I can present them my achievement. Though until now, I still have nothing to make them proud of. But I’m on my way to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. I really love them. I can’t bear my tears now. You never thought that I could be that melancholic rite? But yeah the truth is I can’t bear my tears when I just typed ‘friends’ word.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh hard, I smile more, I joke, I help, I press my ego down, I hear, I hide my deepest sorrow, I do many things you’d never imagine before. Just to make them see that happiness is so close. That happiness is always right beside them. That no matter hard life may seems, they will always make it through.&lt;br /&gt;I'd been broken heart for many times, they even absolutely clueless about it. Do you know what can make me (seems) all right?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know there’s a lot of friends I worth stay strong for.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I couldn’t mention it one by one. Even a people that I met in short time before, as long as they consider me as a friend, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend, more than I can say. I came into his life. I don’t know how the way I leave him will like. Is it a death, is it a kind of simple break up, or is it a way that we never thought. Whatever it is, I made a promise to myself, that I will never ever let myself make him feel jerk. I’m not coming to his life, just to leave him feel bad about himself. Did I ever tell you that I love him?&lt;br /&gt;Now maybe you understand why I called love as a simple thing. Love is simple.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I don’t know what I write this for. I don’t know. I feel this all, just like, vaguely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-2305378279686098763?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2305378279686098763/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=2305378279686098763' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2305378279686098763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2305378279686098763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/02/vaguely.html' title='Vaguely'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-1772436559433886929</id><published>2011-02-17T05:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T05:02:54.973+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic</title><content type='html'>It's funny, every single of my ex-es they're now married.&lt;br /&gt;Man go out with me, we break up, and then they get married!&lt;br /&gt;And later they call me to thank me for teaching them what love is, and that I thaught them to care and respect women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm one of those guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know? I want to kill them! Why didn't they ask me to marry them?&lt;br /&gt;I would have said "No", but at least they could have asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before Sunset&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-1772436559433886929?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1772436559433886929/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=1772436559433886929' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1772436559433886929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1772436559433886929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/02/thank-is-best-i-could-got.html' title='Pathetic'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6678104311093197598</id><published>2011-02-16T17:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:50:06.485+07:00</updated><title type='text'>People from past</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;First, I successfully beat the SBI class and stuff. Uh uh, I'm not that stupid, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do you know what can make this day awesome?&lt;br /&gt;I met my sister, my sister from the past. And we talk, like, about 4 hours?&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like completing my soul, recovering all the holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes need to meet a people from your past, a people who once had known all about you, formerly.&lt;br /&gt;To brush up your missing memory, to clear up your destiny. To share about many years you both didn't even talk with, and feel again the greatness of previous warmth. It will make you feel good. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-6678104311093197598?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6678104311093197598/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6678104311093197598' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6678104311093197598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6678104311093197598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/02/people-from-past.html' title='People from past'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8960588905615462044</id><published>2011-02-15T14:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:24:46.619+07:00</updated><title type='text'>young and happy</title><content type='html'>Apa lagi ya yang bisa bikin saya lebih bahagia?&lt;br /&gt;Selain ngeliat pancaran mata bahagia dari ibu kamu?&lt;br /&gt;Kamu sama aku, bahagia kan? Dan ibu mana yang ga bahagia liat anaknya bahagia?&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi ya yang bisa bikin saya lebih bahagia?&lt;br /&gt;Selain jalanin hari bareng kamu yang makin dewasa tiap harinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those imperfections you often said to me, to all people, I still have nothing to complain about. I simply deal with it all.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asking me, why can I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Let me be honest, I don’t know why. I really don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;And when some-rude-one ask me, like, “Ta, are you serious with this? Don’t you think you can get, em, any other better man?”&lt;br /&gt;I say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who really know about ‘better’ things?&lt;br /&gt;Are better always about material things? About physical appearance? About what?&lt;br /&gt;What if, what you think ‘better’ is just gonna be bad for me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t know why people love to complicate the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we’re so young, we must learn how to enjoy what we deserve to enjoy. We must learn how to be happy. Seriously dude, we’re still so young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8960588905615462044?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8960588905615462044/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8960588905615462044' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8960588905615462044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8960588905615462044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/02/young-and-happy.html' title='young and happy'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-7028884265239169175</id><published>2011-02-10T21:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:07:54.339+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naaah</title><content type='html'>naah, balik lagi di kota yang agak lebih hangat dari Bandung, dengan melakukan segala aktivitas terserah gue mulai dari melek bangun sampe merem lagi.&lt;br /&gt;cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;mungkin semester ini bakal lebih berat dengan keberanian(dan atau atau kebodohan) gue ngambil SBI berdosenkan *piip* padahal belom pernah ikut pengantar antrop, atau dengan keberadaan statsos dipandu oleh mas jemi yang cerdas, atau dengan kegiatan-kegiatan organisasi yang bakal hot dan menguras (emang gue bak mandi apa ya, bisa dikuras) *mulai*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yaya, gue mungkin gapernah tau apa yang bakal terjadi ke depan.&lt;br /&gt;tapi, Tuhan tau yang terbaik kan?&lt;br /&gt;and I know I should do my best too. ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selama niatnya lurus, seburuk apapun yang terjadi pasti gw masih bisa ngasih senyuman buat sekitar.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-7028884265239169175?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7028884265239169175/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=7028884265239169175' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7028884265239169175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7028884265239169175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/02/naaah.html' title='Naaah'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-5016211845186095123</id><published>2011-02-03T12:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:25:04.707+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lose appetite</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;actually, i don't feel so good. like, wanna puke all day long, lil dizzy, bitter tongue, etc. but, just take it easy eh?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-5016211845186095123?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5016211845186095123/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=5016211845186095123' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5016211845186095123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5016211845186095123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/02/lose-appetite.html' title='lose appetite'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-5885549250260535869</id><published>2011-02-02T11:07:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:36:10.059+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjOt-qLhCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CFiGeRpadjY/s1600/4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjOt-qLhCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CFiGeRpadjY/s320/4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you have no idea how energetic she is, how spoiled, how naughty, how a word can't discribe her childhood fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she has no idea about how colorful her life will be.&lt;br /&gt;oh, she never imagine about this. about how can the strangers make her life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjSXpxH-qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kgAyN6oRJnU/s1600/2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjSXpxH-qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kgAyN6oRJnU/s320/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;besties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all good times she never suppose to taste, she will be very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjjKxJ4XiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Q4CiO0361tk/s1600/3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjjKxJ4XiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Q4CiO0361tk/s320/3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;juvenile grind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjjX0yR60I/AAAAAAAAAPs/2qbpbAFipYg/s1600/11.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjjX0yR60I/AAAAAAAAAPs/2qbpbAFipYg/s320/11.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;taste of serious things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjjoxbw6VI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wesHHAM5kzs/s1600/10.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjjoxbw6VI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wesHHAM5kzs/s320/10.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;intergeneration friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjj1K17AqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/uxUyoQ8DIJo/s1600/5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjj1K17AqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/uxUyoQ8DIJo/s320/5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;old-time favourites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjli8M458I/AAAAAAAAAQU/7BhI5eiHGGA/s1600/8.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjli8M458I/AAAAAAAAAQU/7BhI5eiHGGA/s320/8.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bitch on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjlxro_i_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/mjemSzaKDjI/s1600/1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjlxro_i_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/mjemSzaKDjI/s320/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjkGAEV1BI/AAAAAAAAAQE/iPTNvvpoYBY/s1600/6.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjkGAEV1BI/AAAAAAAAAQE/iPTNvvpoYBY/s320/6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so-called-promnite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjk3zxx8WI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yeWvlFRiYJ8/s1600/13.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjk3zxx8WI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yeWvlFRiYJ8/s320/13.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;meets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjnBN9oTDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5qQ5nFOCBVA/s1600/14.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjnBN9oTDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5qQ5nFOCBVA/s320/14.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lil reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but she already knew that: life's goes on and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjiEajE0vI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-LA_G4YbeMs/s1600/15.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjiEajE0vI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-LA_G4YbeMs/s320/15.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and she will be the girl who cherish every moment, who able to smile even in the worst condition.&lt;br /&gt;yes, she will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-5885549250260535869?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5885549250260535869/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=5885549250260535869' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5885549250260535869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5885549250260535869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/02/pictures-talk.html' title='pictures talk'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TUjOt-qLhCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CFiGeRpadjY/s72-c/4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-1380534378313290559</id><published>2011-01-29T20:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:04:54.731+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old stuff</title><content type='html'>"tadi saya denger kamu bilang, karena kamu gamau nambahin gayus-gayus lain dimasa depan. apa nyambungnya sama kita mesti pake seragam yang rapi? negara punya hukum. sekolah punya tata tertib. anggap aja sekolah miniaturnya negara. minimalnya sama-sama punya lembaga legislatif eksekutif lah. waktu kamu masuk, pernah dikasih tata tertib sekolah terus disuruh tandatangan diatas materai 6000 kan? ya? terus kamu tandatangan kan? dalam keadaan sadar? ya. lalu kalo kamu, temen-temen kamu, pake seragam ga rapi, yang melanggar tata tertib sekolah, dateng telat, dan ngerasa tenang-tenang aja, atau malah ngerasa bener. artinya kalian lagi jadi gayus-gayus kecil. dan semua hal yang kamu bilang tadi, bakal cuma jadi bullshit lah. ngerti?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga dek, gw ga idealis. Gw pathetic. Terjebak diantara dua dunia, hidup didua sisi koin. Ada dikuartil bawah didunia remaja harapan bangsa, tapi ga juga dikuartil atas didunia remaja pelumpuh masa depan negara. Sebut aja pecundang, terlalu pengecut buat milih. Jangan pernah ngikutin. Gw cuma pegangan sama logika, percaya sama hati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-1380534378313290559?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1380534378313290559/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=1380534378313290559' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1380534378313290559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1380534378313290559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-stuff.html' title='Old stuff'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-3831515317508785976</id><published>2011-01-29T19:56:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:22:50.377+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk</title><content type='html'>"You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;You've never been out of Boston. So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at the beautiful ceiling. Seeing that.&lt;br /&gt;If I ask you about woman, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;I ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends". But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath lookin to you for help.&lt;br /&gt;I'd asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin like God put an angel on earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Trough anything. Trough cancer. &lt;br /&gt;You don't know about real loss, cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.&lt;br /&gt;I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you. I can't read in some fuckin book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good Will Hunting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-3831515317508785976?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3831515317508785976/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=3831515317508785976' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3831515317508785976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3831515317508785976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/facing-genius.html' title='Talk'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-1982606761486428026</id><published>2011-01-28T19:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:35:47.068+07:00</updated><title type='text'>babiiks</title><content type='html'>waktu SMA, sering ngomong babi gasih?&lt;br /&gt;babibabibabibabibabibabibabibabi (hahaha penting abis)&lt;br /&gt;soalnya babi itu kesannya lebih elegan dari anjing.&lt;br /&gt;anjing itu umpatan yang terlalu kasar dan kampungan. kalo babi, lebih intelek aja rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;ah, babiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meskipun, dua-duanya sama-sama haram. tapi toh cuma disebut kan bukan dimakan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya, abisnya liburan ini ngeforsir gue buat balik lagi ke titik awal.&lt;br /&gt;buat inget-inget lagi jaman SMA.&lt;br /&gt;buat ketemu-ketemu lagi orang yang udah lama ga ketemu.&lt;br /&gt;buat berbincang-bincang lagi bincangan yang udah lama ditinggalin.&lt;br /&gt;buat ngebuka-buka lagi yang udah lama ketutup.&lt;br /&gt;6 bulan sebut saja lama lah ya.&lt;br /&gt;ah, disatu sisi gue termasuk orang yang menikmati liburan apapun kegiatannya. cuma ininih yang bikin liburan itu seperti, babi.&lt;br /&gt;*ga babi babi amat siih, yaa anak babi lah. hahaha (post tersampah didunia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-1982606761486428026?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1982606761486428026/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=1982606761486428026' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1982606761486428026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1982606761486428026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/babiiks.html' title='babiiks'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-2615246608243400746</id><published>2011-01-26T06:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T06:59:11.328+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ini apa cobaa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TT9jOuWHxpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nuV5Tvn8cY0/s1600/2011-01-19%2B17.28.52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TT9jOuWHxpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nuV5Tvn8cY0/s320/2011-01-19%2B17.28.52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;pada suatu hari yang lucu, di tempat yang tidak pernah diperkirakan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-2615246608243400746?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2615246608243400746/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=2615246608243400746' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2615246608243400746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2615246608243400746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/ini-apa-cobaa.html' title='ini apa cobaa?'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/TT9jOuWHxpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nuV5Tvn8cY0/s72-c/2011-01-19%2B17.28.52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-2502114639736085747</id><published>2011-01-26T06:36:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T06:45:29.195+07:00</updated><title type='text'>yakalii</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;depok cuma dua jam juga kan, yaudah besok ke kampus gih sana. tiap awal semester, ngurus gituan mah emang mesti bulak-balik kampus kali. jangan biasain ngandelin orang&lt;/blockquote&gt;Neysa Reinalia, pernah kuliah bulak-balik Bandung Jatinangor, tapi lulus dgn cepat dan cumlaude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tapi..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-2502114639736085747?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/2502114639736085747/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=2502114639736085747' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2502114639736085747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/2502114639736085747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/yakalii.html' title='yakalii'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8119807879534885276</id><published>2011-01-22T17:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:45:34.057+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kadang</title><content type='html'>kadang gw penasaran siapa aja yang pernah buka blog ini, baca yang mana aja, gimana kesannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang juga gw penasaran sama komen2 anonim itu sebenernya dari siapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi, justru jadi ga seru kalo gw tau semuanya ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang sesuatu harus dibiarkan apa adanya. tidak diketahui. jadi misteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karna itulah yang bikin hidup jadi worth living kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8119807879534885276?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8119807879534885276/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8119807879534885276' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8119807879534885276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8119807879534885276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/kadang.html' title='kadang'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8700865505897304623</id><published>2011-01-21T23:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:20:44.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, hair.</title><content type='html'>How you doing? Good?&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing the sunlight? The dusty air? The caresses?&lt;br /&gt;Are you bored? Are you tired of hiding behind my veil?&lt;br /&gt;Are you jealous with other? Are you want me to let anyone see you when you’re in a good shape?&lt;br /&gt;Are you allright with my decision?&lt;br /&gt;Am I late in asking those question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my reflection in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;I do look good. I try to be objective. But yes, it’s beautiful. I can’t lie.&lt;br /&gt;You falls perfectly right on my shoulder. Black, delicate, pretty straight, smooth. Match with my chubby cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Look like other cute girls in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, you’re the best things that woman have. You’re woman crown.&lt;br /&gt;God created you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my needs to be closer with the Almighty Creator way bigger than my desire in bragging you to other people.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than my desire to look good and cute.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that good in belief-faith-and so on-things, don’t you know?&lt;br /&gt;And wearing veil is such a right way to keep me close with my Almighty. Keep me realize that earth is just, em, my transit place?&lt;br /&gt;You still can see much people yea? They called my &lt;i&gt;muhrim&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being too egoist, this is me, and it’s your destiny to live and grow on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s: Pssstt.. Someday, there will be a stranger who can see and caress you freely, you just don’t know. You’ll be just fine and wait, won’t you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8700865505897304623?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8700865505897304623/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8700865505897304623' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8700865505897304623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8700865505897304623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-hair.html' title='Hey, hair.'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-1734781275547800090</id><published>2011-01-21T13:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:53:26.911+07:00</updated><title type='text'>typical</title><content type='html'>Man: I feel sad for this poor, lonely husband who can't see his wife's hidden talents.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Don't you think he's like every man, though? Typically blind and bored by his very own wife, ready to fantasize about the first unknown woman he hasn't fucked yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;New York I love you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-1734781275547800090?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1734781275547800090/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=1734781275547800090' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1734781275547800090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1734781275547800090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/man-i-feel-sad-for-this-poor-lonely.html' title='typical'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-5451330104564356872</id><published>2011-01-20T16:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:55:16.791+07:00</updated><title type='text'>siapa bilang mobil ini gaakan kuat? ini mobil balap, jangan salah! beuuh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ayah, si pesulap situasi.&lt;/i&gt; (btw, mobilnya itu emang udah menyedihkan keadaannya. ac nya mati, mesinnya sering panas, nyalanya susah)&lt;br /&gt;ah, skrg gw tau gw belajar berpikir positif dari siapa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-5451330104564356872?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/5451330104564356872/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=5451330104564356872' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5451330104564356872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/5451330104564356872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/siapa-bilang-mobil-ini-gaakan-kuat-ini.html' title='siapa bilang mobil ini gaakan kuat? ini mobil balap, jangan salah! beuuh.'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-1937926638509559353</id><published>2011-01-20T00:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T00:44:46.885+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mama, aku salah gaul</title><content type='html'>aku pingin ini, aku pingin itu.&lt;br /&gt;nahloh.&lt;br /&gt;haha ga deeeeeeeeeeeng (huruf e nya banyak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan bukan, ini semua berawal dari situs yang begitu gue buka, dia selalu nanya:&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setiap gw buka, dia selalu nanya, What's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;kemaren2 gw buka, dia nanya lagi:&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;gw tutup, terus buka lagi, dia tetep nanya:&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;tadi gw buka, dia masih nanya:&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;like, Whaat is on your miind Titaa?&lt;br /&gt;*berlebihan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gw nyerah, yang ada dipikiran gw sekarang hanyalah kamu.. (ubah backsound jadi sendu, ganti genre tulisan jadi roman) hahah ngaco parah.&lt;br /&gt;yang ada dipikiran gw adalah, kayaknya gw bakal seneng banget ya kalo punya adik?&lt;br /&gt;punya adik. yaya.&lt;br /&gt;dan, kayaknya segalanya bakal lebih mudah ya, kalo gw punya mobil sendiri? *udah mulai suntuk pulang malem sendirian di bandung*&lt;br /&gt;eh tapi parkirnya dimana. ya, kayaknya semuanya bakal lebih gampang ya kalo masih tinggal dirumah yg dulu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi&lt;br /&gt;ga juga sih. ga bakal segitu senengnya juga gw punya adik. kesian orangtua bukan? nambah satu tanggungan lagi yang mesti diurus sampe bisa hidup mandiri.&lt;br /&gt;ga segalanya jadi lebih mudah juga, kalo gw punya mobil sendiri. bensin? cuci? bengkel, rawat, tanggung jawab.&lt;br /&gt;yea, people tend to ignoring what they have and wanting what they didn't have. cause we sometimes imagine about having what we didn't have, about what its like, what it feels. whereas, nothing perfect, as perfect as our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;kenyataan (hampir) selalu ga seindah bayangan kita kan?&lt;br /&gt;kayak, banyak bgt orang-orang yang pengen punya pacar. karena dibayangannya, enak bgt punya orang yang care sama kita, bangunin tiap pagi, anterin tiap hari, ngasih boneka dihari ulang tahun (norak -,-), dikasih selamat tidur tiap malem, ditanyain lagi apa udah makan, ada yang peduli kita lagi dimana ngapain, dll. tapi kenyataannya ga seperfect itu pastinya.&lt;br /&gt;consequences, we have to face the fact that aaall the things in this world have a consequences.&lt;br /&gt;don't let our imagination blinded us to see what we really have, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-1937926638509559353?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1937926638509559353/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=1937926638509559353' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1937926638509559353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1937926638509559353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-on-your-mind.html' title='mama, aku salah gaul'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-9101712691116810161</id><published>2011-01-18T22:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:22:12.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>coincidence</title><content type='html'>I found it funny, when I think about this on my way home from Depok yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;My sister (not by blood but bond).&lt;br /&gt;My manfriend (I think he’s mature enough to called as a man, not boy. haha)&lt;br /&gt;They’re the closest person that I have for now (yea I’m not talking about future nor past).&lt;br /&gt;From 26 alphabets that exist in this earth, all of their names are start from A.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are born in May, both of them are sanguine, both of them are have a lil problem with a sleep stuff. Make it a venn diagram, then it will be so cute.&lt;br /&gt;All of them have a super duper ultra tough mom.&lt;br /&gt;And em, much more things that I couldn’t told you here. Just me and myself (and God, of course) know so that a simply smile often comes from my face when I considered about their similarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what?&lt;br /&gt;I believe, nothing coincidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-9101712691116810161?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/9101712691116810161/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=9101712691116810161' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/9101712691116810161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/9101712691116810161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/coincidence.html' title='coincidence'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8028871473501825233</id><published>2011-01-17T14:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:44:25.937+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiga emang bukan segalanya, tapi segalanya dimulai dari tiga.</title><content type='html'>gw gatau, dimana lagi sekolah negeri yang chauvinis begini kayak tiga.&lt;br /&gt;tapi gw ga peduli. kata-kata diatas emang, apa ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emang bener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oki Earlivan's (alumni3 2004, SBM ITB) speech on 2nd day of yourDAY&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8028871473501825233?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8028871473501825233/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8028871473501825233' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8028871473501825233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8028871473501825233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/tiga-emang-bukan-segalanya-tapi.html' title='tiga emang bukan segalanya, tapi segalanya dimulai dari tiga.'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-602552223704192701</id><published>2011-01-15T20:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:53:05.717+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tit, aing masih ga abis pikir, kok maneh sampe bisa jadian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;aing juga ga abis pikir, kok maneh bisa kepikiran nanya pertanyaan ini ditengah-tengah aing ngemsi di acara yourday yang samasekali gaada kaitannya sama hal yang maneh tanya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ga deng, pertanyaan maneh tuh sekilas tapi percaya ga percaya bikin aing mikir juga akhirnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, aing maneh itu kasar by the way.&lt;br /&gt;bukan, bukan gw kebanyakan nonton sinetron jadi ikut-ikutan main pacar-pacaran.&lt;br /&gt;bukan juga karena gw susah nolak, mentang-mentang gw phlegmatis.&lt;br /&gt;apa ya? inget istilah 'manusia pembelajar' ga sih dulu? ituloh jaman2nya kaderisasi2 yang penuh dengan doktrin-doktrin dan cuci-otak-gratis kala kita masih polos dan ingusan.&lt;br /&gt;yaudah, gw pingin jadi manusia pembelajar yang paripurna. boleh, kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-602552223704192701?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/602552223704192701/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-961191513191712885</id><published>2011-01-13T15:51:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:00:10.498+07:00</updated><title type='text'>apapun itu, gw ga ngerti sama orang yang bilang suka sendirian tapi selalu pengumuman (yaya lewat dunia maya) kalo dia lagi sendirian dimana dan ngapain. kesannya bangga amat, atau minta disamperin kali.</title><content type='html'>kasian ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-salam, otak bagian sinis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-961191513191712885?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-6630960355493510157</id><published>2011-01-10T08:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T08:46:52.234+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of know nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-6630960355493510157?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/6630960355493510157/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=6630960355493510157' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6630960355493510157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/6630960355493510157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/power-of-know-nothing.html' title='the power of know nothing.'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-3834157263120158558</id><published>2011-01-09T18:03:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:46:57.078+07:00</updated><title type='text'>burdensome</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I could, I wanna tell you that I can handle all my college thingy. Then you no need to worry. So you can focus in building our house, so we can back in a righteous properly habitable life again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the time when I have to ask you for a money, for my fucking own needs. I hate to bother you. I hate to make you take a long breathe after I talk about that. Do you realize, I never ever ask you for anything like another teenager do to their parents? Stupid gadget, branded things, dumb expensive things.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I more than knew, what kind of condition that happened to us now, that happened to us several years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-3834157263120158558?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3834157263120158558/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=3834157263120158558' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3834157263120158558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3834157263120158558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/burdensome.html' title='burdensome'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4410691660718905629</id><published>2011-01-05T23:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:11:24.061+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kirimeter</title><content type='html'>Kiri kiri!&lt;br /&gt;Andai ada kirimeter di dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;Kirimeter? Ya, alat pengukur untuk mengukur berapa kali kata kiri telah diucapkan oleh seseorang. (bikin istilah sendiri heheh)&lt;br /&gt;Eits, tapi bukan sembarang kiri. Cuma kiri yang untuk memberhentikan angkot aja yang bisa masuk dalam counter kirimeter.&lt;br /&gt;Tuh anak itb, ada yang bisa bikinin gw ga? Haha&lt;br /&gt;Abis gw pengen tau, udah berapa ribu juta kali gw bilang ‘kiri-kiri’. Kenapa ga sekali-kali gw bilang ‘udahan bang! Udahan!’ atau ‘berhentiii!’ atau ‘turunkan aku disinii’ atau apaan deh selain kiri, gw selalu patuh pada kata kiri.&lt;br /&gt;Kiri kiri!&lt;br /&gt;Gw suka naik angkot. Sebentar, yang gw omongin disini, a whole part, adalah tentang angkot di bandung. Angkot di kota yang gw ilerin sejak lahir. Kota yang berwalikotakan pa dada rosada yang sering minum bajigur sama ayah. Penting abis. Ya, gw suka angkot, apalagi kalo naik sendiri. Naik berdua juga tetep suka, rame-rame juga suka. Intinya, gw suka naik angkot. Kadang-kadang sambil sok asik pake headset, kadang-kadang ngga (pas ngga itu karena emang headsetnya ketinggalan dirumah heheh). Kalo naiknya berdua, tergantung orangnya. Kalo orangnya sama-sama sok asik, paling jadinya ngobrol. Kalo orangnya belum begitu kenal dan normal (maksudnya apa haha), ya sama-sama diem. Kalo naiknya sendiri, ngelamun. Dan gw suka kegiatan ngelamun.&lt;br /&gt;Gw suka naik angkot karena betapapun penuhnya dia, semuanya kebagian tempat duduk. Ya paling ada beberapa exception case yang bikin ada satu orang berdiri di pintunya, biasanya juga keneknya. Semuanya kebagian tempat duduk meski kadang harus kedempet-dempet sama orang gendut atau rapet-rapetan sama orang bau ketek. Gw tetep suka, karena gw jadi ngerasa deket sama realita. Gw jadi pengen rajin kuliah supaya gaada lagi orang yang bau ketek, eh salah, supaya gaada lagi orang yang dempet-dempetan sama orang bau ketek di generasi bawah gw nanti karena sistem transportasi yang baik telah terwujud (apa nyambungnya ya? Haha biar deh). &lt;br /&gt;Gw suka naik angkot karena ada orang yang berbeda setiap gw naik. Dan orang-orang yang berbeda itu semuanya dalam jangkauan indera. Ga kayak bis atau metromini. Pernah satu angkot sama anak kecil yang muntah? Gw pernah. Pernah muntah diangkot? Jangan deh, repot (eh gw nya mah gapernaaah, jangan suudzon gitu dong. Haha). Malah sangking tiap harinya gw naik angkot waktu SMA, ada beberapa anak sekolahan yang gw hafal dia rumahnya dimana terus sekolah dimana. Padahal gw ga kenal. Mungkin suatu saat nanti kita bakal jadi teman, siapa tau kan? *sok akrab. Sering juga ada orang-orang yang suka bawa barang bawaan tidak terduga, misalnya ayam hidup, bebek hidup, singa hidup (gapernah deng), sepeda, berkarung-karung-entah-apa-yang baunya aneh, atau yang paling parah adalaah jengjeeng.. ikan. For God sake, gw waktu itu panik banget ada bapak-bapak yang bawa dua plastik bening air berisi ikan. Gw juga ga ngerti kenapa gw geli, ehm, takut, sama ikan. I-k-a-n. Tadinya itu rahasia. Tapi berhubung udah jadi rahasia umum, yaudahlah gw pasrah aja ampe berani gw tulis disini (ini kenapa jadi cerita soal ikan deh? Haha). Selain ada orang yang bawa barang-barang aneh, sering juga loh ada orang yang kelewat ramah sampe ngajak ngobrol gw. Biasanya sih ibu-ibu, nanya sekolah dimana, asalnya dari mana, dan lain-lain. Kadang suka kayak sempit gitu dunia, ‘ooh anak ibu juga sekolah disana’ atau ‘ooh dulu rumah ibu juga disana’ atau apa deh yang diluar kuasa gw. Tapi ada juga hal-hal yang bikin gw sedih. Diangkot banyak orang jahat. Gaperlu gw ceritain kali ya, pokoknya gw baik-baik aja kan sampe sekarang ini? :&gt; *senyum centil.&lt;br /&gt;Gw suka naik angkot karena perjalanannya menantang. Supirnya jarang yang well-trained. Lah kok malah suka? Iya suka, karena kapan lagi gw bisa ngerasain susul-susulan gakjelas, ngerem-ngerem mendadak, dan lain-lain dimana ayah dan kakak gw adalah supir yang amat baik. Suka karena gw ugal-ugalannya bareng-bareng, abis itu pasti aja ada yang marah-marah, ada yang ngeluh, ada yang protes. Gw suka aja liatnya, ngerasa beneran hidup. Gw suka karena itu semua menyingkirkan kabut dipikiran gw yang menutupi bagian kepekaan sosial. Menurut lu emang mereka yang mau jadi supir angkot yang ugal-ugalan? Coba pikir deh. &lt;br /&gt;Angkot juga ga jarang jadi sarana reuni yang praktis dan murah. Ini juga termasuk salahsatu bagian favorit gw dari angkot. Dan enaknya, kalo nyasar gausah repot. Naik aja terus karena nanti pasti balik lagi kebagian pertama lu naik. Diangkot kadang masih aja ada yang ngerokok. Padahal tau sendiri kan angkot ga gede dan sirkulasi udaranya ga bagus. Tapi gw sih nikmatin aja, lagian gw ga kenal juga siapa yang ngerokok, biarinlah dia makin ketagihan sama benda kecil itu, dan gw ga bakal langsung mati juga kali ya gara-gara asepnya dia yang cuma beberapa menit itu? Dan ohya, gw ga pernah kok yang namanya asma kambuh gara-gara asep rokok.&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir gw naik angkot itu ya tadi sore. Angkotnya kosong. Gw cuma bengong. Untung ga kesambet barong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, kiri kiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seru juga ya kalo gw bilang itu dulu setiap gw mau berenti nulis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-4410691660718905629?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4410691660718905629/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=4410691660718905629' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4410691660718905629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4410691660718905629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/kirimeter.html' title='kirimeter'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-3612315355895484130</id><published>2011-01-05T22:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:50:01.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sincerely</title><content type='html'>13 dec 010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ajarin biar bisa sabar, biar ga banyak nuntut, biar ga bikin kesel orang terus, willpower dari dalemnya harus gmn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu ga salah nanya semua pertanyaan itu ke gue sa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ngga, krn gua tau lo bisa jawab&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw juga ga ngerti caranya gimana, jd sebenernya gw gabisa ngajarin. Tapi emm, sa, kita ga selamanya bisa bareng2 orang yang kita sayang. Entah itu karna apa, suatu saat pasti ada aja yg bikin kita gabisa bareng2 lagi sama orang yang kita sayang. Entah kita yg pergi duluan atau mereka yang ninggalin. Jadi, itu yang ngedasarin gw dalam kelakuan gw kesemuanya selama ini. Ibaratnya, gw selalu tanya sama diri sendiri kalo ego udh mulai ambil alih diri gw, 'lu yakin mau nyia2in waktu yg lu punya dgn diisi sama ego2 yg ga bikin keadaan jadi baik ini ta?', oke, dan biasanya manjur. Hehe maaf ya jawabannya ngawur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ngga ngawur tot, gua nangis. apa bener emg bakal kaya gitu? either gua yg pergi duluan ato mereka yg duluan, gitu? gua susah ngelawan ego sendiri tot ;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to face the truth that, we all are only human. We can die, we can be forced by any unpredcitable circumstance, we can change our mind fastly. Yea who says it's gonna be easy? Itu kayak, lagi latian fisik. Kadang kaki kita ngerasa capek bgt pegel bgt udah gakuat lagi, padahal kita bisa, cuma kitanya aja yang berpikiran udah ga sanggup lagi. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;;((&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was happened sa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what was happening. kalo mau did something happen ato what happened tot hehehe. gapapa ko, i've been a fight with my own ego for a long time and I always be the one who got lost at the end of the fight, and it causes me to lose someone's faith or break someone's heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihi gw mau sering2 ngenglish sama lu ah biar sering dibenerin :&gt;. Hmm, I just can be the cheerleader that support you in a fight and be the one who give you a drink when you finish your fight. About win or lose, yes it's all on your hand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can only be. pake who jgn that, kan orang, terus jadinya who supports. who gives. winning or losing, lebih enak gitu. in your hand. tot gua ga kuat ;((&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua juga ga kuat punya temen kaya lu yang masih aja mentingin structure and grammar gw disaat lu lagi curhat. ato lu aja yang apes punya temen kaya gw yang dari dulu gapernah bagus grammarnya. haha ga deng.&lt;br /&gt;yang jelas, gw sedih, sedih bgt, when she texted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you didn't tell me that you were coming! :((&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waktu gw pulang sebentar ke bandung beberapa waktu lalu. iya ya? ko gw bisa sampe lupa diri, belum juga jadi siapa-siapa, belum juga jadi orang penting. untuk yang itu, maaf ya. gw emang suka rada bego dalam hubungan interpersonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi lu mesti tau satu hal, gw ga pernah mau ada satu orang pun yang bergantung sama gw. got it?&lt;br /&gt;karena gw tau semua orang bisa berdiri di kakinya sendiri. karena gw ga berhak bikin orang lain tergantung sama gw which is orang itu bakal malah jatuh kalo gw gaada. termasuk lu, termasuk anak-anak gw nanti, termasuk suami gw nanti, yang mana kalo gw gaada mereka bakal bisa tetep hebat dan tetep bisa bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, begitulah. emang gw orangnya aneh ya? hehe. kalo ga suka, ya gapapa. hak lu buat gasuka dan hak gw juga buat jadi aneh kan? (selama anehnya gw ga ngerugiin lu, ga ngerugiin keluarga lu #naondeui haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, an extra-peculiar creature from another planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-3612315355895484130?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3612315355895484130/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=3612315355895484130' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3612315355895484130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3612315355895484130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/sincerely.html' title='sincerely'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-1032735323978294328</id><published>2011-01-05T10:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T10:50:57.714+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kebeningan</title><content type='html'>Ini adalah subuh hari ketika semua orang dirumah masih tidur. Kecuali a odi. Bukan, bukan karena dia sudah bangun. Karena dia tidak ada dirumah.&lt;br /&gt;Aku bangun karena apa ya? Bukan, bukan karena mau shalat. Aku sedang tidak shalat. Aku hanya sedang, apa ya? Rindu. Ah, rindu.&lt;br /&gt;Rindu pada siapa? Bukan, bukan dengan pacar. Aku tidak sedramatis itu. Tidak seromantis itu. Tidak se apapun yang berakhiran –is.&lt;br /&gt;Aku rindu pada kebeningan pikiranku. Aku rindu dengan aku yang menyampaikan isi pikiran dengan elegan.&lt;br /&gt;Karena, kau tahu? Aku akhir-akhir ini telah lebih sering bermanja dengan bahasa sehari-hari, term pergaulan, obrolan yang ringan-ringan.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak, aku tidak sedang mencoba mengatakan bahwa itu buruk. Itu samasekali tidak buruk, itu hidup.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bagiku, bagi aku yang telah lama ditemani oleh kebeningan pikiran bertahun lamanya. Aku rindu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ini suka sekali menulis.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi makalah atau essay apapun kalau tidak aku rem dengan kesadaran diri, jadinya pasti singkat dan sedikit puitis. Ah, kapan aku bisa pandai berformal ria.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku tidak punya karya. Selain bebunyian ribut di blog pribadiku ini, notes-notes yang mudah dilupakan orang, atau tugas-tugas kuliah. &lt;br /&gt;Dan aku tidak punya prestasi.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu aku masih percaya diri menyebut diriku sudah menemukan passion dalam diri.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bukankah disanalah letaknya? Kalau aku sendiri kehilangan percaya diriku, siapa yang mau mengganti?&lt;br /&gt;Ya. Karena percaya diri letaknya di dalam. Tidak peduli kamu dipuji atau dicaci. Atau bahkan tidak dihiraukan samasekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebeningan pikiran, teman sejati saat aku tak sedang punya kata untuk dibagi.&lt;br /&gt;Kau mungkin tidak tahu, bahwa aku pernah bermasalah dengan membagi cerita. Aku, apa ya? Aku dulu tidak bisa &lt;i&gt;curha&lt;/i&gt;t. Ya ya, &lt;i&gt;curhat&lt;/i&gt; mereka bilang.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kini aku sudah lebih dari bisa, aku bahkan kini lebih sering &lt;i&gt;dicurhati&lt;/i&gt;. Ah ya, entah darimana munculnya diksi itu. Mungkin karena, aku mau belajar?&lt;br /&gt;Jelas, jelas aku mau belajar. Kalau aku tidak mau, siapa lagi orang yang mau bertanggungjawab atas hidupku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebeningan pikiran, yang membuatku tidak peduli akan adanya jerawat diwajahku, berat badan yang diatas target, kulit yang menghitam akibat berkegiatan, atau dompet yang sedang kosong.&lt;br /&gt;Yang membuatku menghargai sunyi. Yang membuatku merasakan enaknya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Yang membuatku meresapi pagi. Yang membuatku bertahan dalam badai hati.&lt;br /&gt;Yang membuatku, memiliki nilai, mempunyai arti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan, aku bukan orang yang memiliki berbagai kepribadian dalam satu badan.&lt;br /&gt;Apapun bahasa yang kusampaikan, entah itu baku atau tidak, elegan atau tidak, seperti ini atau seperti post sebelumnya. Semuanya keluar dari pribadi yang sama. Dari tangan yang masih lebih sering meminta daripada memberi. Dari aku yang manja dan belum bisa mengurusi diri sendiri. Dari aku yang sedang mati-matian mengenyahkan kerikil-kerikil dihati. Dari aku yang selalu senang bernyanyi.&lt;br /&gt;Kebeningan itu bukan bayangan. Yang hanya ada kala diriku bermandikan sinar. Tapi pergi ketika aku terjebak dalam kegelapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, aku jadi ingin bertanya.&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kebeningan pikiran pernah kamu rindukan juga?&lt;br /&gt;Atau hanya aku?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-1032735323978294328?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/1032735323978294328/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=1032735323978294328' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1032735323978294328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/1032735323978294328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/kebeningan.html' title='kebeningan'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4486435303042603185</id><published>2011-01-04T18:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:37:53.095+07:00</updated><title type='text'>rejection</title><content type='html'>Penolakan. Tolak. Ditolak. Angin. Tolak angin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, kenapa judulnya mesti pake bahasa Inggris ya? Orang postnya mau pake bahasa. Haha gapapa deh. Biar gaul.&lt;br /&gt;(but hell. In fact, I must use English to communicate something serious. So if you caught in conversation with me and I use English, just be careful. *evil smirks #naonsih)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, penolakan. Kalo kamu cari orang yang dalam sejarah hidupnya ga pernah ngerasain ditolak, kecuali ditolak donor darah karena kadar HBnya dibawah standar, cari aku. Boleh hubungi ke 0227512544 lalu bilang, bisa bicara dengan Tita? Beruntung kalo yang jawab bilang bisa. Karena itu nomer rumahku yang dulu. Ehehe (lain kali gue post tentang kepindahan rumah asik juga nih).&lt;br /&gt;By the way (lagi), kita coba pake aku-kamu ya? Biar lebih hangat. Kalo masih keceletot ada guenya, ya maapin aja ya. Kesempurnaan hanya milik Allah.. *dorce style&lt;br /&gt;Tolak? Aku emang suka sok asik pake kata itu dalam kalimat-kalimat yang  dibikin di essay-essay ato apapun produk tangan yang berotak ini (yaya otakku ada di tangan. Kepalanya kosong. Tungg.. tuh denger gak bunyinya?). Padahal, secara substansial aku sendiri ga tau rasanya. Ga pernah nyobain.&lt;br /&gt;T-o-l-a-k.&lt;br /&gt;Dari lahir, aku yang maksa-maksa buat keluar perut ibu padahal usia kandungan belum sampe Sembilan bulan. Masih jauh. Tapi apa ada yang menolakku terus bilang, nanti dulu ta?&lt;br /&gt;Gaada. Aku lahir gitu aja. Prematur. Ngerepotin harus diinkubator. Ngerepotin gabisa dirawat kayak bayi-bayi biasa. Ngerepotin, mesti dimandiin pake minyak kletik gaboleh pake air, mesti minum susu lewat selang yang dimasukin ke idung gabisa nyusu biasa, mesti ada di suhu sekian sekian gabisa ada diruang biasa.&lt;br /&gt;Terus balita, untung aja waktu itu ayah masih berada. Aku gaada trauma-trauma masa kecil tentang penolakan. Samasekali. Mau apa juga bisa. Apa coba yang gabisa? (apa atuh ta, kok malah nanya sih. Haha). Ya intinya, masa kecilku makmur-makmur aja. Bukan yang kaya di sinetron-sinetron siksa kubur, eh, siksa ibu tiri maksudnya atau putri yang tertukar, atau kamila, atau cinta fitri, atau apalah itu (gatau lagi judul sinetron, tadinya mau ngejayus hahah).&lt;br /&gt;Masuk TK. Wah mesti ada post khusus tentang masa TK nih kayaknya (cengarcengir centil :&gt;). Waktu TK bahkan aku rengking 1, sinting kan. Waktu TK bahkan banyak yang naksir sampe dikasih cincin (mainan) terus akunya malah nangis karena gak suka. Tuhh, bahkan waktu TK aja malah pengalaman nolak orang. Abis inget banget dia namanya Ghilman, entah sedang apa kuliah dimana ato masih hidup atau ngga deh dia sekarang (astagah). Waktu kecil emang aku cewek typical banget (apasih ini -.-), udah kurus, putih pula. *Lalu apa saja yang telah terjadi hingga sekarang bisa sebeda itu ta? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Waktu kecil, aku paling ogah makan nasi. Apalagi makan yang indonesia-indonesiaan semacam sayur asem atau pecel ato apa deh yang Indonesia banget. Maunya kentang ato roti. Paling banter sama sosis, nugget ayam, fast food, spaghetti, pizza (untung bukan sushi ya, mahal, belom musim soalnya. Haha). Bahkan waktu kecil aku menolak makanan-makanan nusantara! Ouch, sorry. Tapi untung mama ga nyerah ngebiasain. Jadi sekarang aku bisa makan apa aja. Jahat ya aku dulu, padahal makanan ga pernah nolak aku.&lt;br /&gt;Masuk SD. Kurang lebih keadaannya sama kayak TK, masih kurus sama putih sih. SD nya SD negeri pulak, jarang anak-anak yang bening. Aku deh sasarannya. Silakan pilih ini sial atau beruntung, tapi yang jelas ini sungguh merugikan. Aku jadi puber sebelum waktunya. Teteh aku aja yang waktu itu SMP kalah deh. Hehe cacat.&lt;br /&gt;Waktu SD aku pinter *lalu apa saja yang telah terjadi hingga sekarang bisa sebeda itu ta? Haha. (sampe gue ulang nih)*.  Iya, ikutan les-les gajelas gitu kan (waktu SD sering di les in orangtua gasih lu?), aritmatika, iseng lomba di Jakarta, eh juara dua nasional. Aku tau rasanya speechless dapet sesuatu yang ga aku harepin-harepin amat bahkan dari sejak, ya, kelas 2 SD. Mulus deh jalannya. Kalo bisa di bilang clique nya ‘it’ girl di SD ya gue termasuklah. (ini geli parah nulisnya, maak!)&lt;br /&gt;Dari SD ke SMP, nemku cukup buat masuk SMP mana aja di Bandung. Suka-suka. Tuh, dimana penolakan itu berada? Gatau. Akhirnya milih SMP yang sama kayak kedua kakak-kakakku bukannya milih yang-katanya mah-terbaik di Bandung. Ini yang agak bego sih, tapi gapapalah (haha makin sampah).&lt;br /&gt;SMP? Masa yang paling labil sejagat raya. Tapi tetep, aku ga nyobain yang namanya ditolak disini. Komunitas dalam bergaul? Fine. Malah nemu sahabat yang sampe sekarang masih jadi sahabat (ngeh ga maksudnya?) dimasa SMP ini, unyu kan (dan dia pasti baca, sial, terus sekarang pasti lagi geer). Dan kisah pubertas pun masih berlanjut dimasa ini, yaya, masa ini turut menambah stok mantan pacar didalam kotak kardus usang disudut hati. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Ga ngerti kenapa, walaupun masa labil, aku ga pernah patah hati. Malah disuatu hari yang bodoh, aku dengan entengnya bilang, ‘jadi temen aja yuk yo?’ alias putus tepat pada saat si cowok mau ngajak jalan pulang sekolah. Yak, bikin anak orang patah hati. Haha, what a teen. Waktu SMP aku ga ribet (emang kapan gue ribet ya?), ya maksudnya walaupun bukan termasuk geng populer (aduh, remaja sekali) yang isinya bocah-bocah cheerleaders tajir cantik (berlebihan) tapi aku nyaman aja sama peergroup sendiri, ga pernah mikirin orang lain dan ga pengen jadi orang lain (tolong dicontoh ya adek-adek).&lt;br /&gt;Terus abis SMP kemana cobaa? Putus sekolah. Aku harus jualan koran di pagi hari serta membantu ibu membuat gorengan dimalam harinya, siangnya aku bersama bapak menanam jagung. Apasih ta, kemelaratan jadi becandaan adalah sesuatu yang tidak dapat ditolerir tauk. Haha cukup. Aku ga putus sekolah (alhamdulillah), dari SMP ya ke SMA, ga ke SMK karena aku terlalu polos, hem bukan, maksudnya belom keliatan minat dan bakatnya dimana. Seni bukan, teknik bukan, memasak juga bukan (I’m master of none, buddy). Dan lagi-lagi bisa seenak udel (emang udel enak ya?) milih SMA mana aja di Bandung. Karena sayang nemnya kegedean *sombong* jadi yaudah deh milih SMA yang katanya paling bagus aja (seakan terpaksa haha. Padahal iya). Dimana teman-temanku yang lain ada yang ditolak pada pilihan pertamanya, jadi masuk di pilihan kedua, bahkan ditolak juga dipilihan keduanya, lalu masuk ke pilihan ketiga atau bahkan ketiga pilihan menolaknya. Aku? Lagi ongkang-ongkang kaki dirumah tanpa keringat setetes pun. Dimana adanya penolakan? Let me repeat, gak tau. &lt;br /&gt;Lalu di masa SMA malah aku ga terlalu puber kayak waktu SD atau SMP (the curious case of Tita Adelia hahah bikin film sendiri nyaingin Benjamin Button, umurnya mundur. Eh tau ga film itu? Kalo gatau ga gaul! *seenak-enaknya ngejudge anak orang.) ya waktu SMA itu aku sibuk. Hm bukan bukan. Syibukk (pake Y dan huruf K nya dua biji), alias emang beneran sibuk. Dan disini bau penolakan juga ga kecium. Ini ada kasus yang aneh, jadi waktu SMA itu ada berbagai macam kaderisasi. Aku ikut(ikutan) aja deh, namanya LKS (latihan kepemimpinan siswa) dan kegiatannya menguras tenaga pikiran dan hati (semua yang pernah terlibat didalamnya pasti setuju), rangkaian kegiatannya itu sekitar tiga bulan. Gaul deh banyak jargon-jargonnya (kok yang gaul jargonnya? hahah) LKS? We are the leaders! atau SIapa kaliaan? Pewaris Negeri! atau Karawang digoyaaang! eh bukan deng itu mah. Abis itu aku ikut(ikutan) lagi aja yang namanya OMT (organization management training) terus lanjutin lagi ke LKO (latihan kepemimpinan OSIS) betapa ribetnya SMA gue emang, susah deh kalo sekolah isinya anak-anak pinter semua. Orang mah jadi anak OSIS ya tinggal daptar aja atau ada LKS-LKSan paling banter berapa hari apa berapa minggu gitu, ini mah sampe tiga kali proses #geleng2kepala (ciyee pake hashtag, berasa di twitter haha). Apesnya, pas taun aku semua lulusan LKO mesti ikutan yang namanya screening ketua osis. Dimana ada anak-anak lain yang benar-benar berambisi untuk lolos dan menjadi calon ketua osis, eh ini malah aku yang ingusan tanpa arah tujuan tanpa massa pendukung alias independen tanpa memiliki harta untuk kampanye (haha hiperbolaisme. *azeg gaya, ditambahin imbuhan –isme.) yang lolos ke tiga besar. See? Dalam setiap amplop yang diterima setelah rangkaian demi rangkaian (rangkaian yang menimbulkan noda hitam di memori, hiks.. #jadicurhat) tulisan yang ada buat aku selalu LULUS ke tahap selanjutnya. Great. Sedang diapakan Tuhan aku ini. Bau penolakan masih belum juga pernah tercium. Ditambah lagi tetek bengek ekstrakulikuler, ga juga menghiasi hidungku dengan bau penolakan.&lt;br /&gt;Kisah yang lebih sinting lagi berlanjut ke jenjang selanjutnya. Aku bahkan kuliah, di tempat yang lumayan bagus *ehm merendah* tanpa tes! let me spell (and capslock) it: T-A-N-P-A T-E-S! tanpates, aneh juga ya kalo digabungin, tanpates tanpates.&lt;br /&gt;Dan sampailah aku disini dimana tulisan ini di inspirasikan oleh permen tolak angin yang ada di meja komputer sisa-sisa perjalanan ke Jawa beberapa hari lalu. Tolak angin. Salah apa angin di tolak-tolak? Kasihan juga angin ditolak, olehku, oleh orang yang samasekali ga ngerti arti penolakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolak. Angin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-4486435303042603185?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4486435303042603185/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=4486435303042603185' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4486435303042603185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4486435303042603185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/rejection.html' title='rejection'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-8091002270061816973</id><published>2011-01-04T15:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:51:25.980+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deluged mind</title><content type='html'>Pernahkah kamu, bahkan saat makan bubur ayam dipinggir jalan bersama kakak laki-lakimu, otakmu tidak berhenti menulis.&lt;br /&gt;Dari mulai tanganmu meninggalkan keyboard komputer, otakmu tetap disana.&lt;br /&gt;Saat memakai jaket untuk siap-siap berangkat, serta duduk di kursi boncengan motor, tanganmu di saku jaket, tapi otakmu sedang menulis.&lt;br /&gt;Saat bubur suapan pertama, otakmu telah sampai dilembar ketujuh.&lt;br /&gt;Merasa agak hambar lalu menanmbahkan sambal kedalam bubur, otakmu telah sampai dilembar kesepuluh.&lt;br /&gt;Meski tanganmu melakukan aktivitas biasa, otakmu tidak.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai pada pertanyaan, &lt;i&gt;“kamu kenapa sih de?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulutmu menganut desentralisasi, sehingga dia langsung ambil keputusan sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“pusing, dikit”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal ketidaksinkronan antara yang otakmu lakukan dengan yang tubuhmu perlihatkan pada dunia, kadarnya lebih parah dari pusing. Bohongnya makin kuadrat karena ditambah embel-embel ‘dikit’.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai dirumah, tanpa melepas jaket, kamu menyalakan laptop. Karena kamu sudah tidak tahan lagi. Sudah tidak tahan lagi untuk menumpahkan isi otakmu yang kebanjiran tinta. Tinta-tinta nakal yang tidak bisa kamu kendalikan. Yang keberadaannya seringkali malah tidak ada saat kamu rindukan.&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-8091002270061816973?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/8091002270061816973/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=8091002270061816973' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8091002270061816973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/8091002270061816973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/deluged-mind.html' title='Deluged mind'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-7351539735766376775</id><published>2011-01-01T03:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T03:38:57.957+07:00</updated><title type='text'>first post</title><content type='html'>hello, I'm in a hotel on Purwokerto city, I always love hotels circumstance, the fragrance, the silence, and the cold. this is a cool new year eve, cause it didn't felt like new year at all. haha. cause in umm about four year, yea four, I always spend my 31th December with my friends, friends that I met almost everyday, then I didn't know why we never get bored in being together (guess its some kind of youth spirit rite? haha). well, so that I choose to spend my times with my family tonight. instead of I've left many moment of any family celebration, more often spend my time outside than in my own home, and life far from them, especially during this year.&lt;br /&gt;my wishes in this year are simple. I wish I can be more mature, I can take a good care of myself (thats the hardest). I wish I can bring more happiness in everyplace I go, for every people I met. I wish I am ready to die whenever. sorry to say but, someday I'll go forever from your side, rite? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;so this is the first post in 2011, haha I'm happy for my-about-five years old blog :3.  though the popularity of tumblr is such a great temptation, I don't know why I never really want to move. well but, people changes, let see about three month or half year ago.&lt;br /&gt;oh, its 3.35am and I guess I have to sleep cause tommorow I want to cherish every moment of this trip (like audry said). I've been sit in car about nine hours so can you imagine what I feel now? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;its getting cold, too tired to reach ac remote, I'll get myself sink in blanket.&lt;br /&gt;good night, happy new year everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-7351539735766376775?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7351539735766376775/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=7351539735766376775' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7351539735766376775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7351539735766376775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-post.html' title='first post'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4749340162401108287</id><published>2010-12-31T00:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:14:46.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>air jadi daging</title><content type='html'>udah sembilan ribu juta orang yang bilang gua gendutan. ralat, gendut.&lt;br /&gt;tapi jauh dari lubuk hati paling dalem, gua ga pernah bener-bener peduli. yang gua peduliin adalah &lt;i&gt;pure&lt;/i&gt; masalah kesehatan. terlalu gendut, kan ga sehat. makanya gue coba ngurangin porsi makan, coba pola makan sehat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;bagus lah de, di depok seneng ya? padahal capek kan semua sendiri dari mulai urusan baju sampe makan? tapi itu mah gimana suasana hati, kalo kamu seneng. air juga bisa jadi daging.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;ibu Elly Deliarosani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-4749340162401108287?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4749340162401108287/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=4749340162401108287' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4749340162401108287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4749340162401108287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2010/12/air-jadi-daging.html' title='air jadi daging'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-7891596115025003594</id><published>2010-12-29T12:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:07:06.937+07:00</updated><title type='text'>can I ?</title><content type='html'>when I see my dad's eyes. I see the meaning of true love.&lt;br /&gt;he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;till it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;till it bore.&lt;br /&gt;till it feels nothing, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it was too pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;we life once. and why must we suffer for one person till we dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wow, I see my dad's eyes again, and realize.&lt;br /&gt;me, was too egoist to judge that stick with one person till dead is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;my dad is about reach a happiness. a true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;there's something that words can't say, but I see. I see it so clearly.&lt;br /&gt;he's just tell his children, without a single word, that once we said we love someone, we have a true responsibility about it.&lt;br /&gt;he 's just simply practicing that always an unseen spirit to hold on when he hurts, when he bored, when he feels nothing. that always an unseen strength that helps him to love.&lt;br /&gt;he believes in God. he dedicated his life to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I know that love is some kind of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not about you and another person. it's about you and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the popping question in my head is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;can I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-7891596115025003594?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/7891596115025003594/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=7891596115025003594' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7891596115025003594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/7891596115025003594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-i.html' title='can I ?'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-4935560127393614710</id><published>2010-12-29T09:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:17:57.875+07:00</updated><title type='text'>annoying song</title><content type='html'>gue lagi enak-enak menikmati Bandung pagi didepan layar pc. tau-tau dari tipi abis bunyi-bunyi iklan, ada yang nyanyi gini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ku punya pacar&lt;br /&gt;Tidak tahu buat apa&lt;br /&gt;Tidak tahu bisa apa&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mau jadi pacar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah kenapa kuping gue kayak keganggu gitu sampe rela beranjak dari kursi depan pc ke depan tv, awalnya annoyed, tapi malah jadi penasaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ku punya pacar&lt;br /&gt;Tidak syarat punya pacar&lt;br /&gt;Bikin susah jadi pacar&lt;br /&gt;Karena sudah punya pacar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku punya pacar&lt;br /&gt;Tapi malas sekali&lt;br /&gt;Bikin susah sekali&lt;br /&gt;Ku tinggal berkali-kali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku punya pacar&lt;br /&gt;Sudah mantap jadi pacar&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tidak seksi&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau begini terus begini&lt;br /&gt;Lama-lama jalan sama kamu&lt;br /&gt;Ku bisa jadi enek&lt;br /&gt;Benar-benar enek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau begini terus begini&lt;br /&gt;Lama-lama jalan sama kamu&lt;br /&gt;Ku bisa jadi bosan&lt;br /&gt;Benar-benar bosan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku punya pacar&lt;br /&gt;Tidak pernah mau mandi&lt;br /&gt;Tidak suka sikat gigi&lt;br /&gt;Jadi jarang bau wangi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ku selalu&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah didengar&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ku selalu&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah didengar.. kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku punya pacar&lt;br /&gt;Tidak tahu buat apa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai saja kau mau dengar aku&lt;br /&gt;Dengar aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu yang nyanyi t2, tika tiwi, orang bandung dua-duanya.&lt;br /&gt;gue udah tau dari dulu sih ada lagu ini, tapi baru 'ngeh' aja ini lagu lucu abis.&lt;br /&gt;bikin inget sama &lt;b&gt;diskusi musik dan politik&lt;/b&gt;nya HMIP (himpunan mahasiswa ilmu politik) di kampus beberapa waktu lalu. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-4935560127393614710?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/4935560127393614710/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=4935560127393614710' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4935560127393614710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/4935560127393614710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2010/12/annoying-song.html' title='annoying song'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177758853198420364.post-3354813120803865912</id><published>2010-12-28T00:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:57:58.788+07:00</updated><title type='text'>five years!</title><content type='html'>In July 2011, this blog will celebrate her fifth anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Look, I never have a serious problem with faith word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just being a lil bit selective in choosing whom my faith-ness are for. Haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177758853198420364-3354813120803865912?l=titaadelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/feeds/3354813120803865912/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177758853198420364&amp;postID=3354813120803865912' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3354813120803865912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177758853198420364/posts/default/3354813120803865912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titaadelia.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-years.html' title='five years!'/><author><name>tita adelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15163424247365385556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4qxnkUqVYo/S7i2S4VDI_I/AAAAAAAAALE/h5SKJhUpfsU/S220/_MG_5885edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
