<?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-5693764811449166810</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:51:51.374-07:00</updated><category term='What i&apos;m thinking about'/><category term='I&apos;ll be back'/><category term='Whateva'/><category term='Jogja'/><title type='text'>Dee' own "Liverpudlianz"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929177833803906683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SBLv7YliclI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FukKIi-6Pt0/S220/www.deesown.blogspot.com.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693764811449166810.post-2983808790118195973</id><published>2009-01-23T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:28:09.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.I.R! or no test!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Anybody who has information about PORANG??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or my proposal will be failed...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693764811449166810-2983808790118195973?l=deesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/feeds/2983808790118195973/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693764811449166810&amp;postID=2983808790118195973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/2983808790118195973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/2983808790118195973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/2009/01/kir-or-no-test.html' title='K.I.R! or no test!!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929177833803906683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SBLv7YliclI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FukKIi-6Pt0/S220/www.deesown.blogspot.com.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693764811449166810.post-4410061569663908798</id><published>2008-05-12T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:14:25.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;My class' activities...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"everybody, put up your hands, say I don't wanna be in love, I don't wanna be in love!.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;It isn't my class' mars but my own mars. Coz, however in my SID class there are some couples there (hamnida, friends)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SCkh4DSu2zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HMkOrUTuI-8/s1600-h/ffff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SCkh4DSu2zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HMkOrUTuI-8/s200/ffff.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199724491616213810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look around me, but all it seems to see, is people going nowhere doing their homework. It's like we're going to the motions of the scripted fate. Tell me where's our answers, if you don't let me. I guess, it is up to me!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;Yeah, when I take foots on class, my friends and I of course, are using my supernatural mind to do school-work. You can see our super hand-capability of writing. There's no tsunami that will separate us, besides ringing of the bell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;The teacher is coming. He looks after the students that haven't done his home work. After that he begins explaining never end~! One... Two... Three... We begin sleepy. Our eyes are like want to be closed immediately. (-.o)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, the other students who haven't been sleepy will talk each other before getting bored. And another, the genius one will listen to the teacher endlessly. Of course, I’m not the last group. He...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then the rest bell rings. Yahoos...!!! We will close the book, open the sleepy eyes the get out from the class as fast as we can. But sometimes, the teacher pretends as if he doesn't hear the bell. Huh! But, my Incho (means the leader of class), puts his hand and say," Sir, the time is over!” Yeah, we have to thank to Incho. &gt;,&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;In the rest time, my class spends the time in d canteen, cooperation, class and mosque. My canteen prepares many kind of food with low price. I always go there when the last week. It is the time when my money is limited. ^-^&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;The cooperation has expensive enough price. It's for the students who don't like d crowded in the canteen or who want to feel fresh air from ac. I go there if I'm bored of canteen. Somebody in the class, they bring their own food from home. Somebody in the mosque is the people who are so Moslem and diligent. They do sunnah pray.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;Well, the bell rings. But some of us are missing. Maybe they go to canteen and won't be back to the class. They will be back if the last lesson has ended. Waiting for 1.00 am is so long... I want to go home...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693764811449166810-4410061569663908798?l=deesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/feeds/4410061569663908798/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693764811449166810&amp;postID=4410061569663908798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/4410061569663908798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/4410061569663908798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-class-activities.html' title=''/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929177833803906683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SBLv7YliclI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FukKIi-6Pt0/S220/www.deesown.blogspot.com.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SCkh4DSu2zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HMkOrUTuI-8/s72-c/ffff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693764811449166810.post-2312914879160690533</id><published>2008-05-07T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:59:22.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I feel today.</title><content type='html'>I heard you're doing okay&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm addict&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend I don't care&lt;br /&gt;When you don't think about me&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you happy but you left anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it and I need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna do this again&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I met you&lt;br /&gt;And after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I'm still addict&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;I think you know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'd run a thousand miles to get you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I did all that I could&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you&lt;br /&gt;But you left anyway&lt;br /&gt;How long will I be waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;I can't make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693764811449166810-2312914879160690533?l=deesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/feeds/2312914879160690533/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693764811449166810&amp;postID=2312914879160690533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/2312914879160690533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/2312914879160690533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-feel-today.html' title='What I feel today.'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929177833803906683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SBLv7YliclI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FukKIi-6Pt0/S220/www.deesown.blogspot.com.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693764811449166810.post-6174723359533660243</id><published>2008-05-05T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:55:44.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jogja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll be back'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yogyakarta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;I call it jogja. It is a place where I was born. It’s really nice place. But I can't figure out well. As I remember, I have different taste when I visit there. It is an interesting place to be visited every year. I'm &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SCAAWRapK6I/AAAAAAAAABY/bSJxWCR8i7k/s1600-h/Pantai+Parangtritis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SCAAWRapK6I/AAAAAAAAABY/bSJxWCR8i7k/s200/Pantai+Parangtritis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197154352617827234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;never bored there.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The most crowded place is Malioboro Street. It's a street reserving any Jogja's things, like clothes, batik or some handicrafts. There are hotels and malls reserving yogyakarta's need. There are museum called Vrederburg, and Bringharjo market. Besides that, there are some vacation lands, like keraton, parang tritis beach, kaliurang and salacca agro.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SCAAWRapK5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/LbX16tNPTd0/s1600-h/Malioboro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SCAAWRapK5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/LbX16tNPTd0/s200/Malioboro1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197154352617827218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I always go there for 3-4 months. I can go there by train, car or bus. If I use train, I can go down at Tugu station for business and executive train; it's not far away from Malioboro Street. There is Lempuyangan station for economy class. If I use bus, I can go down at Giwangan bus station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SCAAVxapK4I/AAAAAAAAABI/SN9gLBraFho/s1600-h/vrederburg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SCAAVxapK4I/AAAAAAAAABI/SN9gLBraFho/s200/vrederburg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197154344027892610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The most important thing is bringing love. I have an endlessly love. Everyone having love here will not forget this city. Jogja is a beautiful moment in my hart. While I was walking, the rain was pouring down from the sky. We are holding our hands and leaving the blue beach. But, I have to leave Jogja. I will be leaving the memories, thinking of you tonight. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait me 2 months later, jogja! I will be back. ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693764811449166810-6174723359533660243?l=deesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6174723359533660243/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693764811449166810&amp;postID=6174723359533660243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/6174723359533660243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/6174723359533660243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/2008/05/yogyakarta-i-call-it-jogja.html' title=''/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929177833803906683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SBLv7YliclI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FukKIi-6Pt0/S220/www.deesown.blogspot.com.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SCAAWRapK6I/AAAAAAAAABY/bSJxWCR8i7k/s72-c/Pantai+Parangtritis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693764811449166810.post-621768607109794286</id><published>2008-05-05T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:48:02.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My da school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify" lang=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;t is called SMANISDA or Junior High School 1 Sidoarjo. It is located at Jenggolo Street I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SB_8QhapK1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/S1rj8NT_-cA/s1600-h/sas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SB_8QhapK1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/S1rj8NT_-cA/s200/sas.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197149855787068242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sidoarjo, East Java, Java, Indonesia, Nort-East Asia, Asia, Earth and Galaxy. It has blue painting, big titled of SMAN 1 on the isth that can be looked while passing fly over. It's a nice school, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;However, if I don't say it well, what will they do to me? He he...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;It has been changed to be green school. You can just look me out when I have to turn down from my motor then bringing it every step. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They said:" you have to decrease the pollution, understand?!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But, I, my self always go up to my motor back then the teacher doesn’t look at me. After the ending of green school competition (and we get 2nd), &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SB_9bhapK2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/mYK7GSE1RCw/s1600-h/sas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SB_9bhapK2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/mYK7GSE1RCw/s200/sas.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197151144277257058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;likely we have forgot the way to be a green school.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't look so far away, sometimes I always waste the remnant of my food not in the garbage, like wasting inorganic into organic bag. And I forget to water the plants. So that the plants in my class are getting die. Oh, what the hell that I am doing? Yeah, sometimes I realize it, sometimes I forget it. Ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="justify"&gt;The most important thing is my school keeps trying to make me dizzy by a thousand tasks, or remedial and remedial. Maybe it is caused by moving class. We are learned of walking and running around the school. The first lesson is held in mathematic class, the second in citizen class (how far the distance between mathematic and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SB_-URapK3I/AAAAAAAAABA/jdSEqPV7GoM/s1600-h/sas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SB_-URapK3I/AAAAAAAAABA/jdSEqPV7GoM/s200/sas.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197152119234833266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;citizen class!) Third, we will be in physic class. I can't imagine if the third lesson will be changed by examination! It means we have to run from citizen to physic class. Uh, it takes 2 minutes of running and 30 minutes of breathing. Who do we have to run? It’s a good question. I told you so... It is caused of our motto," &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your seat decides your mark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Although we have studied hard over the night, I have no believed on my self. I will run fast and try to get a good seat. It is a seat that can be used for some notes and conversations. To be honest, I never opened my notes. I still have no brave, but if some conversations, I answer, "aye!" he...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" align="justify"&gt;Well, it's about my school generally. Want to know more, check out then!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693764811449166810-621768607109794286?l=deesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/feeds/621768607109794286/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693764811449166810&amp;postID=621768607109794286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/621768607109794286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/621768607109794286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-da-school.html' title=''/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929177833803906683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SBLv7YliclI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FukKIi-6Pt0/S220/www.deesown.blogspot.com.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SB_8QhapK1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/S1rj8NT_-cA/s72-c/sas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693764811449166810.post-5347632195278199823</id><published>2008-05-05T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:28:15.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What i&apos;m thinking about'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SB_6QRapK0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/UCsVrP1aQ78/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SB_6QRapK0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/UCsVrP1aQ78/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197147652468845378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“…&lt;i&gt;He looks at me; I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He talks to me, I laugh cause it's just so funny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,...”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;While I was hearing this song, I thought about something. It’s something in my deepest heart. It’s something that I never ever known the answer. I don't know I can't understand what happens on me lately. Sometimes I wake up from my sleeping and my tears pour down. Sometimes I'm scared of everything, my life. I can't decide where foots walk steps by today. There is something in my heart that I can't understand how. How could I know my self doesn't know how? That I know is, I’m afraid to be alone. Everyday I look after the answer to leave out all the rest, but I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693764811449166810-5347632195278199823?l=deesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/feeds/5347632195278199823/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693764811449166810&amp;postID=5347632195278199823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/5347632195278199823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/5347632195278199823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-looks-at-me-i-fake-smile-so-he-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929177833803906683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SBLv7YliclI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FukKIi-6Pt0/S220/www.deesown.blogspot.com.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SB_6QRapK0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/UCsVrP1aQ78/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693764811449166810.post-1512817038237379911</id><published>2008-05-02T04:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T04:39:20.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>A gooD-gOOD day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoYed my VAca on My birth-pLAce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im fRee from schOOls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he he..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693764811449166810-1512817038237379911?l=deesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/feeds/1512817038237379911/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693764811449166810&amp;postID=1512817038237379911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/1512817038237379911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/1512817038237379911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/2008/05/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929177833803906683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SBLv7YliclI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FukKIi-6Pt0/S220/www.deesown.blogspot.com.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693764811449166810.post-6971383756021203208</id><published>2008-04-13T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:50:05.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whateva'/><title type='text'>This day</title><content type='html'>A bad. bad day. I've left this day with 2 exams. Physic and CiviL..&lt;br /&gt;REaLLy deVILLLL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 4 tmrw,&lt;br /&gt;d etacher ask me 2 make a bLOg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, like This..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat d hell??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693764811449166810-6971383756021203208?l=deesown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/feeds/6971383756021203208/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693764811449166810&amp;postID=6971383756021203208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/6971383756021203208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693764811449166810/posts/default/6971383756021203208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deesown.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-day.html' title='This day'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929177833803906683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CYaluu3-9pM/SBLv7YliclI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FukKIi-6Pt0/S220/www.deesown.blogspot.com.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
