<?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-2765430342650061043</id><updated>2011-11-12T10:57:09.788-08:00</updated><category term='Diary'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='death'/><title type='text'>LETS MAKE LOVE AND LISTEN TO DEATH FROM ABOVE</title><subtitle type='html'>Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-7891631051686829701</id><published>2010-12-21T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T10:57:09.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si mata-mata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6SOUnqq9u4/Tr7BRBhPm_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/6t-TcGQKnaQ/s1600/gogo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6SOUnqq9u4/Tr7BRBhPm_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/6t-TcGQKnaQ/s400/gogo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674185078743210994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dia yang jelek,&lt;br /&gt;yang di tangannya ada Gincu,&lt;br /&gt;perbuatannya untuk coba berdamping si cantik,&lt;br /&gt;ku ampunkan dosanya..&lt;br /&gt;tidak bisa sama sekali di ampuni kiranya si jelek itu sekeras-kerasnya,&lt;br /&gt;mahu menjadi sama seperti si cantik di depan matanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu biadap, sungguh tidak bisa di ampuni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faham nga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYO Bangkit dong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa kalau dari yang si jelek, tak bisa bisa punya cantik yang sebegitu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bikin yang di dalamnya lebih cantk dari si cantik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan yang di dalam nampak tergantung mati seperti payudara yang kering di hisap...&lt;br /&gt;bukan hanya si cantik di lihat oleh si mata-mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh iya,iya!!&lt;br /&gt;jangan dipersoal siapa aku,&lt;br /&gt;yang tentu, aku bisa muncul di depan kamu seperti yang kamu lihat di dalam majalah playboy ketika kamu umur 9..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juga mungkin muncul sebagai setiausaha ayah kamu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muncul sebagai guru yang kamu paling benci selalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seorang gadis yang setaraf malaikat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa yang kalian harus tahu, kira jika kena pada masa dan waktunya,&lt;br /&gt;aku bisa jadi kehidupan kamu, nafas kamu, impian besar kamu dan lenyap dalam kekaburan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-7891631051686829701?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/7891631051686829701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/12/si-mata-mata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/7891631051686829701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/7891631051686829701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/12/si-mata-mata.html' title='Si mata-mata'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6SOUnqq9u4/Tr7BRBhPm_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/6t-TcGQKnaQ/s72-c/gogo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-6710997822880793725</id><published>2010-11-30T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T06:46:25.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si JELEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TPUN85kbK_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/19_6FHM49B4/s1600/SAVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TPUN85kbK_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/19_6FHM49B4/s400/SAVE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545353856073542642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi malam yand dungu! yang aku fikir cuma kamu..&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ya kamu?&lt;br /&gt;lagi-lagi tentang si jelik yang sakit..&lt;br /&gt;ada apa sama si jelik?&lt;br /&gt;kalau bilang hati ini sudah mati?&lt;br /&gt;tertawa ya kalian?..&lt;br /&gt;tapi benar..&lt;br /&gt;sudah MATI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIAM!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan ketawa lagi, tinggalkan saja aku sendirian..&lt;br /&gt;tak apa-apa, aku tak kisah bukan lagi berjiwa rock and roll seperti kalian semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang ramai itu bukannya teman tetapi si pengampu! si musang yang dungu!&lt;br /&gt;mahu apa kamu sama aku? &lt;br /&gt;kata-kata manis lagi?&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;ayat-ayat itu kosong kerna hati aku sudah MATI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mahu pergi ketemu tuhan..&lt;br /&gt;mahu ketemu tuhan, si pcinta dan pcipta yang setia..&lt;br /&gt;jangan di tanya lagi aku soalan-soalan yang kamu bisa ketemu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;jangan malas! angkat buntut kamu, bergerak!!!&lt;br /&gt;punya banyak buku buat si dungu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-6710997822880793725?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/6710997822880793725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/11/si-jelek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/6710997822880793725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/6710997822880793725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/11/si-jelek.html' title='Si JELEK'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TPUN85kbK_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/19_6FHM49B4/s72-c/SAVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-2568385197396822147</id><published>2010-11-30T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T06:30:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TPUKaHVXF8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/nu76vIKUvfA/s1600/tumblr_lbfqjdMywF1qzt4vjo1_r2_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TPUKaHVXF8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/nu76vIKUvfA/s400/tumblr_lbfqjdMywF1qzt4vjo1_r2_500.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545349959938152386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up cigarette and Listen to old Blues,&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate melt in mouth and I see only You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-2568385197396822147?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/2568385197396822147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/2568385197396822147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/2568385197396822147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-mine.html' title='oh mine!'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TPUKaHVXF8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/nu76vIKUvfA/s72-c/tumblr_lbfqjdMywF1qzt4vjo1_r2_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-9201594116606263226</id><published>2010-07-28T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:53:01.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Little Kitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TFCmshb5dnI/AAAAAAAAALw/LREvonCwyA4/s1600/edited_lost_little+Kitten_By_EloiseO%27Hare_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TFCmshb5dnI/AAAAAAAAALw/LREvonCwyA4/s400/edited_lost_little+Kitten_By_EloiseO%27Hare_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499078428839212658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku adalah seekor kucing, memerhati di luar jendela..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dilibas-libas ekor, kemalasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang aku tunggu adalah tikus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekumpulan tikus akan tiba, berjuta batu jauhnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku tunggu tikusku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan untuk dimakan tetapi dijadikan sahabat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku adalah seekor kucing, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bermata biru, berstokin belang kelabu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dijalanan bermain hujan dan tikus adalah sahabatku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku adalah seekor kucing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bermata biru, berstokin belang kelabu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punya ekor seperti monyet dan berkawan dengan tikus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seekor kucing, berontak di jalanan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# kenalkan sahabatku, si tikus..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-9201594116606263226?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/9201594116606263226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-littlle-kitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/9201594116606263226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/9201594116606263226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-littlle-kitten.html' title='Lost Little Kitten'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TFCmshb5dnI/AAAAAAAAALw/LREvonCwyA4/s72-c/edited_lost_little+Kitten_By_EloiseO%27Hare_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-4326865250624028588</id><published>2010-07-21T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:36:39.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mencari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TEcFq1amkhI/AAAAAAAAALI/sDM2bt3G-Hs/s1600/mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TEcFq1amkhI/AAAAAAAAALI/sDM2bt3G-Hs/s400/mee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496368103680283154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa,&lt;br /&gt;Biar mereka mengetawakan kita apabila kita jatuh,&lt;br /&gt;tapi jangan kamu melakukan yg sama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa,&lt;br /&gt;Biar mereka merasakan diri seperti Tuhan dengan mhukum dan menilai hidupan yg lain,&lt;br /&gt;tapi jangan kita menjadi seperti mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka kata hidup ini sudah diaturkan, tertulis.&lt;br /&gt;Apa benar? &lt;br /&gt;tidak wahai jiwa, bukan bergitu..jangan terpedaya..masih belum tertulis.&lt;br /&gt;Biar kita yang mencoraknya, yang pasti bukan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa,&lt;br /&gt;Mereka fikirkan kita sempit dan berfikiran cetek . &lt;br /&gt;Apakah benar? kita masih belum tahu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan kita menberi yang terbaik untuk menyanyangi dan disayangi, menharungi ketabahan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hidup adalah sesuatu buat manusia, yang harus dilakukkan atau mati."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa,&lt;br /&gt;Teroka satu alam, buat kita yang pasti bukan mereka .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-4326865250624028588?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/4326865250624028588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/07/mencari.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/4326865250624028588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/4326865250624028588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/07/mencari.html' title='Mencari'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/TEcFq1amkhI/AAAAAAAAALI/sDM2bt3G-Hs/s72-c/mee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-7339263801491338265</id><published>2010-06-20T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:45:07.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitle</title><content type='html'>Eh, bisa ngak tanggalkan zip aku? capek sich mau dicapai di belakang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, kok lama bangat..lagi apa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, jangan bikin ribut ya segala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-7339263801491338265?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/7339263801491338265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/06/untitle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/7339263801491338265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/7339263801491338265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/06/untitle.html' title='Untitle'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-3972781655713759692</id><published>2010-04-26T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:19:46.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, i don't speak English, do you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-3972781655713759692?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/3972781655713759692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-i-dont-speak-english-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/3972781655713759692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/3972781655713759692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-i-dont-speak-english-do-you.html' title='No, i don&apos;t speak English, do you?'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-5291157199221602216</id><published>2010-03-16T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:35:45.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do not mess or exaggerate the system.</title><content type='html'>Kehidupan dalam kesempurnaan yang sederhana adalah milik kekal setiap jiwa yang tenang.&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan menberi kehidupan yang tenang kepada seluruh jiwa bersyarat jangan bikin kusut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if we refused to do that?&lt;br /&gt;* chaos,jahanam la kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan dan manusia sangat akrab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan cipta manusia bertujuan untuk menunjukkan kasih sayangnya + juga menpunyai sistem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika menggunakkan fungsi manusia dengan kesempurnaan yang sederhana, hidup menjadi tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sistem Naluri + Akal = menilai/hasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naluri = lebih kepada keinginan, kurang kepada nafsu ( terlalu berlebih-lebih mendatangkan kecelakaan Kepada akal kerana Naluri dan Nafsu bertikam lidah secara halus, akal mahukan satu isyarat untuk diproses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if we refused to do that?&lt;br /&gt;* chaos,jahanam la kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akal = menerima dari saluran Naluri/Nafsu untuk dipertimbangkan mengikut pengetahuan secara logik dan rasional or klu terlalu dipaksa oleh nafsu, jadi lah haru dan biru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( it's ok kadang2 ada masa kita menpersoalkan luar daripada akal so at least kita dapat mengembangkan sistem akal berfungsi. xdelah jadi mcm Hard Disk Drive, setara je. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if we refused to do that?&lt;br /&gt;* chaos,jahanam la kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S5-XFRNucwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VTWt3MyOu08/s1600-h/pop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S5-XFRNucwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VTWt3MyOu08/s400/pop1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449240190917702402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-5291157199221602216?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/5291157199221602216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-not-mess-or-exaggerate-system.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/5291157199221602216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/5291157199221602216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-not-mess-or-exaggerate-system.html' title='do not mess or exaggerate the system.'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S5-XFRNucwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VTWt3MyOu08/s72-c/pop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-1948860197653022784</id><published>2010-03-16T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:54:35.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes you, talking to you!</title><content type='html'>We all living in different life everyday but we facing the same problem everyday. its all leave it up to your ass, how  to deal with it. In order to deal with it, i would like to suggest you to use your fucking brain while it still working but not your goddamn mouth. &lt;br /&gt;Save your word properly otherwise it become shit. stink and smell like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w.h.a.t  l.i.f.e  i.s  t.h.i.s?&lt;br /&gt;( Yes,the reality killing us but we have to face it as fuck as we deny it! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S5-NbafpkbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SNdfrJl2pZs/s1600-h/pop4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S5-NbafpkbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SNdfrJl2pZs/s400/pop4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449229576249643442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-1948860197653022784?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/1948860197653022784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes-you-talking-to-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/1948860197653022784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/1948860197653022784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes-you-talking-to-you.html' title='yes you, talking to you!'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S5-NbafpkbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SNdfrJl2pZs/s72-c/pop4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-3415377003659331088</id><published>2010-02-21T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:40:04.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and again we can leave it all behind</title><content type='html'>i look around..&lt;br /&gt;left and right, again and again..&lt;br /&gt;my heart stop beating, i left wonder why..&lt;br /&gt;i still cant find the right answer and deep inside i am dead.&lt;br /&gt;yes dear, i am dead.&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what to do or where to go &lt;br /&gt;and you are right, i am selfish..&lt;br /&gt;our night's too short to say it all and i have said too much already,I cannot win.&lt;br /&gt;this could go on for forever on end, there's nowhere to turn, nowhere to begin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S4Fw0A7BNiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sH8pmIMUVeg/s1600-h/Fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S4Fw0A7BNiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sH8pmIMUVeg/s400/Fly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440753863743321634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-3415377003659331088?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/3415377003659331088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-and-again-we-can-leave-it-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/3415377003659331088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/3415377003659331088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-and-again-we-can-leave-it-all.html' title='Now and again we can leave it all behind'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S4Fw0A7BNiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sH8pmIMUVeg/s72-c/Fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-6913590998739102438</id><published>2010-01-22T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T03:21:45.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a good day my dear friend, sisters and brothers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1mKCAq666I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NRWaVrPwE_o/s1600-h/nno.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1mKCAq666I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NRWaVrPwE_o/s400/nno.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429522592916237218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-6913590998739102438?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/6913590998739102438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-good-day-my-dear-friend-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/6913590998739102438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/6913590998739102438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-good-day-my-dear-friend-sisters.html' title='have a good day my dear friend, sisters and brothers!'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1mKCAq666I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NRWaVrPwE_o/s72-c/nno.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-1084614896270878765</id><published>2010-01-22T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T06:30:35.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell what?</title><content type='html'>Linda       : Neraka itu apa? macam mana rupanya eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH SENG : ChoiX3!! jgn tanya itu soalan. Lu klu sudah masuk sana dalam, lu musti mau keluar cipat2 punya. sana tempat banyak panas wo..banyak api punya barang, tak baik punya energy tunggu lu.&lt;br /&gt;olang jahat saja tuhan kasi anta sana duduk..bila lu sudah baik, nanti lu boleh hidup semula tapi &lt;br /&gt;xtau la tuhan mau kasi u lahir jadi pokok ka, jadi kucing ka..xtau la..tapi itu klu lu sudah mati baru jumpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAVIN  : Ayoyo! awak betul xtau ke? sana timpat bnyak susah hati punya mau masuk, nanti awak kena seksa banyak kejam sama dalam punya orang. banyak busuk itu timpat. kalau awak xmau&lt;br /&gt;kasi hantar sana bercuti, sekarang awak mesti mula baik sama awak punya tuhan. jangan risau lagi, awak mati nanti baru tau punya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KASSIM  :  Disana adalah penuh dengan kegelapan, jiwamu tidak lagi tenteram, pergerakkan terhad, penyesalan tak boleh diundur. Kamu dilayan dengan kejam, hati cucuk berulang2 tanpa belas &lt;br /&gt;kasihan, mulut disumbat dengan bau yang busuk supaya tidak dapat mengeluarkan kata2. &lt;br /&gt;Dicampak ke dalam api yang menbara, di rebus dalam air yang mendidih...semua itu akan berlaku apabila kamu dinilai, di timbang di dunia akhirat nanti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buntu* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda     :  oit, this is hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1mJMEWIk9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/CehvGixxbmU/s1600-h/cat+power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1mJMEWIk9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/CehvGixxbmU/s400/cat+power.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429521666189857746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo by morningbird&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-1084614896270878765?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/1084614896270878765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/hell-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/1084614896270878765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/1084614896270878765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/hell-what.html' title='Hell what?'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1mJMEWIk9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/CehvGixxbmU/s72-c/cat+power.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-4007279166048099295</id><published>2010-01-22T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:07:17.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aminah, you are silly girl but i love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pada suatu hari, Kampung kerdau telah dilanda banjir yang sangat dasyat. Di kampung tersebut diduduki oleh seorang gadis yang bernama Aminah. Aminah adalah seorang gadis yang soleh dan budiman. Beliau dikenali dengan sifatnya yang suka menolong orang, berbudi bahasa serta bersopan santun terhadap sesiapa sahaja yang beliau jumpa dalam kehidupan hariannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa kejadian tersebut, Aminah terperangkap di atas bumbung rumahnya kerana air telah menbanjiri seluruh rumahnya. Aminah menangis teresak-esak kerana takut, lalu Aminah menadah tangan ke langit meminta pertolongan daripada tuhannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam beberapa minit kemudian, anggota bomba datang bersama perahu untuk menyelamatkan Aminah tetapi Aminah enggan ditolong dan memalingkan tubuhnya, 'menbontoti' ke arah bomba itu. mereka berputus asa dan meninggalkan Aminah keseorangan di atas bumbung rumahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan penuh perasaan, Aminah menyambung tagisannya lagi dan kembali menadah tangan kepada tuhannya agar menyelamatkan beliau. Dalam setengah jam kemudian, datang jiran aminah bersama bot kecilnya, mempelawa aminah menumpang bersamanya dan dalam keadaan buntu jiran Aminah meninggalkan Aminah keseorangan kerana Aminah masih enggan di selamatkan walaupun air banjir telah menenggelamkan hampir separuh tubuh Aminah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminah memaut kakinya di bumbung rumahnya dan kembali berdoa kepada tuhannya. Dalam keasyikkan beliau berdoa, air menyerangnya dengan deras dan Aminah tercampak lalu dibawa arus yang deras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminah mati kelemasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Di atas kehidupan Langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan : oit mate! wats da fuck r ya thinkin eh? i heard ya ask ma help and send them to rescue u.. wats? you want me to come down there and safe u? u kidding, don't ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tukkkkk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuhan mengetuk kepala Aminah dan menhulurkan tuala kepada Aminah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminah tersenyum girang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1lpFyz_OEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NJoyZgF4W4w/s1600-h/adam+God.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1lpFyz_OEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NJoyZgF4W4w/s400/adam+God.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429486374031931458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-4007279166048099295?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/4007279166048099295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/aminah-you-are-silly-girl-but-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/4007279166048099295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/4007279166048099295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/aminah-you-are-silly-girl-but-i-love.html' title='Aminah, you are silly girl but i love you!'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1lpFyz_OEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NJoyZgF4W4w/s72-c/adam+God.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-6887052923470285055</id><published>2010-01-20T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:33:07.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When satan say so</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1boiqOeRCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mWgPJz3SVQs/s1600-h/devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1boiqOeRCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mWgPJz3SVQs/s400/devil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428782082989900834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning bitch..what are you doing today? are you still there? bother your boyfriend life? are you out of your mind? gosh,what do you want from him? you are an asshole! your job is blowjob. don't dream to be normal and have happy life.. you are not normal and impossible to have happiness. save your dream for your next life (only if you got 2nd chance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People treat you bad because you, yourself bad and don't want to be respect by others.&lt;br /&gt;you cant blame people if they don't respect  you. you don't deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much time do you plan to waste for whining or feel sorry for yourself? This is your life, your path, face it! do your job and shut your fucking mouth up. don't struggles from being an introvert but do welcome to eat cock. don't expect too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you to buy a masked so you can hide your sad face behind. people like you usually hard to die and so prepare yourself enough to go on life and practice your face in front the mirror to smile. smile like you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, seriously you gonna make mistake because you are young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say good *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-6887052923470285055?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/6887052923470285055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-devil-say-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/6887052923470285055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/6887052923470285055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-devil-say-so.html' title='When satan say so'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S1boiqOeRCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mWgPJz3SVQs/s72-c/devil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-555474461755917867</id><published>2010-01-10T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T04:51:38.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat malam</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Funeral Blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by : W.H. Auden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, &lt;br /&gt;Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, &lt;br /&gt;Silence the pianos and with muffled drum &lt;br /&gt;Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead &lt;br /&gt;Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. &lt;br /&gt;Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, &lt;br /&gt;Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my North, my South, my East and West, &lt;br /&gt;My working week and my Sunday rest, &lt;br /&gt;My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; &lt;br /&gt;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, &lt;br /&gt;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, &lt;br /&gt;Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; &lt;br /&gt;For nothing now can ever come to any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : check out this poem in dark comedy movie title ' four weddings and a funeral'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-555474461755917867?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/555474461755917867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/selamat-malam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/555474461755917867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/555474461755917867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/selamat-malam.html' title='Selamat malam'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-4686139477209241199</id><published>2010-01-08T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:13:16.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>kau bunuh pembawa mesej itu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S0enaPmvuZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vL3_lP-b8Ds/s1600-h/God_Speaks_through_a_little_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S0enaPmvuZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vL3_lP-b8Ds/s400/God_Speaks_through_a_little_girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424488345498532242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rsf2LoLk3SA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perempuan itu kelihatan terlalu letih untuk meneruskan perjalanan.. namun dia terus melangkah dengan penuh senyuman di bibir. &lt;br /&gt;kain bajunya lusuh,rambutnya tidak tersisir kemas, kakinya kotor akibat perwarna kuku yang tamat tempoh setelah berdekad lama...&lt;br /&gt;badanya kurus dan lemah seperti air mukanya tetapi senyuman itu kekal di bibirnya.&lt;br /&gt;langkah demi langkah, dia terhenti di satu lorong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buntu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia tidak kekok, kelihatan tempat sebegitu pernah dia lalui. laluan yang kosong, sakit. seperti hatinya. kecewa dengan kehidupan yang bikin hati dia kosong dan agoni.&lt;br /&gt;Dia punya segalanya satu ketika dulu.&lt;br /&gt;kasih sayang, wang, cinta, impian, kerjaya, teman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota lusuh yang sering di bawa bersamanya tercicir dari koceknya. Tertulis :&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Dunia telah mengubah segala-galanya, aku menberi, mereka menolak, menentang! kuasa mengawal kebebasan. wang mengaburkan hak bersuara, darjat menhadkan pilihan dan ego meletakkan aku sentiasa di bawah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan yang dibuat menlaknati hidupnya. tidak punya keyakinan atau kepercayaan lagi terhadap pencipta bumi. lenyap dalam kabus yang tebal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perutnya berbunyi minta supaya di penuhi, dia tidak berdaya untuk mengeluarkan not kertas yang bernilai untuk di tukar dengan hidangan yang bisa meringankan rontaan perutnya...berputus asa meminta-minta, merayu-rayu, meronta-ronta di samping manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hidangan enak turun dari langit. sedulang ayam masakkan kegemarannya, air minuman anggur ber-alkohol yang dia amat gemari, dan pencuci mulut kek keju sebagai penutup kekenyangannya. menikmati setiap kunyahan hidangan. tidak sedikit pun di biarin tumpah ke tanah, meratapi dengan cermat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu lah hari-hari yang di lalui olehnya..ber-imaginasi untuk menutup rasa laparnya. Imaginasi nya masih kuat seperti dulu, mungkin cuma itu yang tinggal untuk menemaninya setiap hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia berjalan seperti tiada penghujung, langkah demi langkah.&lt;br /&gt;tanpa disedari, dia membawa diri kepada manusia liar. sekali lagi, dia di usik, ditarik, dihentam dan diperkosa oleh manusia.buah dadanya tidak lagi punya kain untuk bisa ditutupi. matanya terbuka,kosong seperti yang tinggal hanya tubuh tanpa jiwa. dia kelihatan tenang dan senyuman di bibir itu masih lagi kekal.&lt;br /&gt;tubuhnya terbaring di rumput yang basah. Dia terus bangun mengesat peha yang dilelehi lendir dan tidak sedikit pun riaksi mukanya berubah.dia terus berjalan, tidak punya hala tuju...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di pertengahan jalan, tubuhnya yang lemah itu rebah ke bumi. dia ketawa girang. matanya berkilau, ada cahaya yang terpancar di balik awan. nafasnya ditarik, dihembus dengan lembut..sesuatu yang tidak jelas di bisikkan olehnya...di ikuti bentuk senyuman yang puas. tenang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tubuhnya kaku. aku percaya, dia telah dibawa pergi oleh pari-pari malaikat. sesuatu seakan berlalu dihadapanku, menbisikkan bahawa jiwa kepunyaan tubuh yang kaku itu telah bebas. angin seakan setuju dengan apa yang telah di bisikkan di telingaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;titik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-4686139477209241199?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/4686139477209241199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/kau-bunuh-pembawa-mesej-itu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/4686139477209241199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/4686139477209241199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/kau-bunuh-pembawa-mesej-itu.html' title='kau bunuh pembawa mesej itu!'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S0enaPmvuZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vL3_lP-b8Ds/s72-c/God_Speaks_through_a_little_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-7263769947757423353</id><published>2010-01-07T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:40:22.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Seven Minutes in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S0aHIbUdGyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1ocG_ALfQ4g/s1600-h/god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S0aHIbUdGyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1ocG_ALfQ4g/s400/god.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424171380056595234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawa jiwamu berlari bersama aku, hembus nafasmu seperti hari ini adalah hari terakhir untuk kamu berasa lelah.. Tanggalkan kainmu, barang berharga dan egomu yang bikin urusan dunia kamu sulit.&lt;br /&gt;Lari selajunya dengan tubuhmu yang telanjang itu.&lt;br /&gt;kencang dan pantas seperti kilat. peluhmu merasuki minda.&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan yang tinggal hanya tubuhmu..&lt;br /&gt;serahkan segalanya pada aku.&lt;br /&gt;Jaminan aku adalah bikin kamu bebas.&lt;br /&gt;turuti segala arahanku.&lt;br /&gt;biarkan jiwa bersatu bersama aku. malaikat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketawa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahai jiwa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pejamkan mata dan rasain ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rambutmu di usap. kamu kelihatan takut.. nggak apa2 sich! tenang, bisa kan?&lt;br /&gt;tenang setenang kamu berlari ke aku..&lt;br /&gt;yang tinggal cuma aku dan kamu dan di temani oleh daun-daun keguguran, pokok dan rumput yang subur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku bisikkan di telinga mu dengan tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" seven minutes of heavens "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagu yang dimain kedengaran seperti blonde redhead- hated because of great qualities.&lt;br /&gt;kamu kelihatan tenang mendengar suara enak dari penyanyinya-  Kazu Makino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ketawa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mengusap rambutmu, aku ke telingamu dan kemudian ke dagu kamu.&lt;br /&gt;bisa di dengarin, jantung kamu pantas..kencang.&lt;br /&gt;bibirmu bersentuhan sama bibirku. pantas tanganmu beralih merangkul pinggan ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh! kamu bisa ya tentang peraturan aku? tanggalkan egomu! diam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku kembali selepas mengikat tangganmu.  tanggan yang menyulitkan lagi kebebasan kamu.&lt;br /&gt;diam gementar itu lenyap bersama music yang di main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekali lagi, aku kembali di bibirmu. menberi ciuman yang tenang. kamu tersenyum, biarin.&lt;br /&gt;lidahku bersama lidahmu. bibir seperti setuju dengan riaksi tubuh dan dengan tenang dilepas bersama lehermu. gigitan itu menbuatkan tubuh yang tergoncang itu seperti meronta menuntut selebihnya..aku meratapi tubuhmu.  pingangmu erat dalam pelukkan aku. bersatu menjadi satu. hembusan nafasku menbenarkan perasaanmu itu merasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hangat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mata nggak bisa melihat tapi suara itu bisa bercerita.&lt;br /&gt;suaranya kasar tetapi tenang. tender and soft.&lt;br /&gt;egomu benar-benar hapus. terus begitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari bahu ke dada, aku meninggalkan rasa gigitan. halus sekali aku ke buah dada dan menberikan yang sama seperti di bibir. kamu meronta seperti sakit, menuntut yang lebih. lebih dari di bibir..aku beralih ke kanan dan memulas  puting kirimu yang kemerahan itu. gigitan di kanan menbuatkan tangan itu pantas  minta dilepaskan. tubuh itu akur mengalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senyum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nafas yang kencang. dari dada ke perutmu. di cium lembut. bermain bersama kulit yang halus menuju ke arah yang diharap sekali lagi bisa menuntut lebih dari di bibir..nafas dirasai oleh seluruh anggota tubuhmu. lebih kencang tidak lagi tenang.&lt;br /&gt;dengan lembut meninggalkan ciuman ke perut dan beralih ke pusat. satu-satunya baris tengah yang memisahkan antara badan dan kaki. lantas bibir menyusur ke peha. kehalusan yang menbawa ke jari kakimu. di cium setiap jarimu. seperti bertemu dari lidah ke lidah.&lt;br /&gt;keasyikkan itu menbawa ke hujung perutmu. &lt;br /&gt;pinggangmu dijilat, lidah mengukir kata-kata suci di tubuhmu. aku mendengar bisikkan hatimu supaya lidahku merayap dari dadamu.aku turuti. indah katamu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku cium dan ku hembus nafasku di permukaan kulitmu, sekali lagi aku berada di tengah-tengah kakimu. di kangkangmu, menhidu dan menjelir lidahku ke dalam permukaan yang rata. lebih, lebih dan lebih..&lt;br /&gt;tindak balas menberi rasa kemasinan yang berkrim di lidahku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oh, bitch!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terhenti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanganmu dibuka ikatannya dan aku hilang dalam kegelapan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pergi dan kamu kelihatan buntu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S0aEgkD67mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8HRKT8WtaqI/s1600-h/naked+painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S0aEgkD67mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8HRKT8WtaqI/s400/naked+painting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424168496185142882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture by : Anna mihaylove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S0aHIMeIrvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZKlJXQZdAjI/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S0aHIMeIrvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZKlJXQZdAjI/s400/angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424171376070668018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-7263769947757423353?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/7263769947757423353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/seven-minutes-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/7263769947757423353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/7263769947757423353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2010/01/seven-minutes-in-heaven.html' title='Seven Minutes in Heaven'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S0aHIbUdGyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1ocG_ALfQ4g/s72-c/god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-6603749685390950511</id><published>2009-08-18T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T03:55:33.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Really Over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SoqFCseDf5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JLyVZFyfezw/s1600-h/outloveisperfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SoqFCseDf5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JLyVZFyfezw/s400/outloveisperfect.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371251786936188818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most painful things u can experience in life is a broken heart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together&lt;/i&gt;-Marily Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-6603749685390950511?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/6603749685390950511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-it-really-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/6603749685390950511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/6603749685390950511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-it-really-over.html' title='Is It Really Over?'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SoqFCseDf5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JLyVZFyfezw/s72-c/outloveisperfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-3509160299886167188</id><published>2009-08-10T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:57:32.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jatuh, Bangun, Tersungkur.(Go away... I'm alright.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SoAYmvmma7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/y0xDDbSwKIc/s1600-h/bs%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SoAYmvmma7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/y0xDDbSwKIc/s400/bs%27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368317809718094770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny and stupid things  in my life. &lt;div&gt;thank you for backstab on me! thank you so much &amp;amp;  hope u enjoy to watch me '&lt;b&gt;LIKE THIS&lt;/b&gt;'!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U are nothing to me but piece of shit! here are some 'word' dedicate to u, my dear friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BASTARD. COWARD. LIAR.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; FUCKER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-forgive but never forget-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2765430342650061043-3509160299886167188?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/3509160299886167188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/08/jatuh-bangun-tersungkurgo-away-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/3509160299886167188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/3509160299886167188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/08/jatuh-bangun-tersungkurgo-away-im.html' title='Jatuh, Bangun, Tersungkur.(Go away... I&apos;m alright.)'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SoAYmvmma7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/y0xDDbSwKIc/s72-c/bs%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-7761745305965690817</id><published>2009-08-09T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:27:27.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SoJaQ6WIlrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mI2hA8SSbRU/s1600-h/duh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SoJaQ6WIlrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mI2hA8SSbRU/s400/duh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368952952365553330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;let me show you my emotion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;tell you how i feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;hear my simple notions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;to me they're very real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;cant you see they've got it wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;see their morals high&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but it all comes down to one simple fact&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the end we all die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;so why cant we be free to do what we please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;be free,. get up off our knees&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;stop this facate, this silly game we play&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;we set these rules which we cant obey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;its not real, this ain't it should be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;this cant be life if we must pay a fee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;break the chains and throw down the book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;give me the change to give back what they took&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;please take in what i tell you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;dont throw it away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;from the wisdom of god&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;is mine for today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;u live every hour with a lover by your side&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but when morning has come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;u still have secrets to hide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;so tell me what you're feeling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;let me touch your innner soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the reason im here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;is to make you feel whole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;so quit your inhibitions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the moral of this world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;forgot to think one small point&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm a boy and you're girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i said what i have to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;said what make me tick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you've listened to me throughly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;then you and i are quits&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i may not have changed the way you think&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but at least i've had a try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i know that i'll have peace of mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;when i die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word by james blunt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-7761745305965690817?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/7761745305965690817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/08/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/7761745305965690817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/7761745305965690817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/08/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SoJaQ6WIlrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mI2hA8SSbRU/s72-c/duh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-716424016399426910</id><published>2009-04-22T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T05:25:59.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom it may concern!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;FUCK YOU AND THANK YOU -very2 much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-716424016399426910?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/716424016399426910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-whom-may-concern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/716424016399426910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/716424016399426910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-whom-may-concern.html' title='to whom it may concern!'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-8766124418771122376</id><published>2009-03-03T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:49:35.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/Sa4Fmt8eo-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/eRsoweRLLk8/s1600-h/sigur+ros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/Sa4Fmt8eo-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/eRsoweRLLk8/s400/sigur+ros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309187173442823138" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naked and run..&lt;br /&gt;its all about our freedom eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-8766124418771122376?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/8766124418771122376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/8766124418771122376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/8766124418771122376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up.html' title='wake up!'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/Sa4Fmt8eo-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/eRsoweRLLk8/s72-c/sigur+ros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-965141543214082963</id><published>2009-03-03T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:25:59.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>friend of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/Sa4CHan-WaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QJkKv2nmp6o/s1600-h/twin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/Sa4CHan-WaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QJkKv2nmp6o/s400/twin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309183337145719202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Lotsa thing playing in mind, thinking and decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;should or should not take it as a 'YES' or 'NO'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;she was wrong, again and again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;no point even talking and fight about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;an asshole always end up with thing like 'run away and hide'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yep, that's just her and now she's keep writing about life and death, peace and energy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;what happen in other people life if she leave now?.. hold on, who's 'other people'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'll stay here to talk with her,  just one more night and after that i swear i have to let her go for the sake of her life.. she know her life better than anyone else.. (NO DOUBT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;if she leave, i wont cry and i wont wasted single day but if she leave, just don't look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;moving and  running in separate  way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-965141543214082963?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/965141543214082963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/03/friend-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/965141543214082963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/965141543214082963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/03/friend-of-mine.html' title='friend of mine'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/Sa4CHan-WaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QJkKv2nmp6o/s72-c/twin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-6358345940214754765</id><published>2009-02-05T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:07:24.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In order for something to become clean, something else must become dirty; but you can get everything dirty without getting anything clean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SZkr8MPgIHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dqX3xm8i3wM/s1600-h/normal_tha091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SZkr8MPgIHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dqX3xm8i3wM/s400/normal_tha091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303318349283860594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="dotcage"&gt;      &lt;span id="dot"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl14_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop myself from thinking, dreaming and hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life must go on no matter what. Sigh#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="dotcage"&gt;&lt;span id="dot"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-6358345940214754765?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/6358345940214754765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-order-for-something-to-become-clean.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/6358345940214754765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/6358345940214754765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-order-for-something-to-become-clean.html' title='In order for something to become clean, something else must become dirty; but you can get everything dirty without getting anything clean.'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SZkr8MPgIHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dqX3xm8i3wM/s72-c/normal_tha091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-637057992996001032</id><published>2008-11-12T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:07:17.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang Ku Chentaik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SRvgE6PXMGI/AAAAAAAAADY/1rY3SSrX1ps/s1600-h/250px-Guido_Reni_031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268050564097716322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SRvgE6PXMGI/AAAAAAAAADY/1rY3SSrX1ps/s400/250px-Guido_Reni_031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kau bodoh mensia2kan masa lapang kau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cantik yang bikin para lelaki gelisah tapi kau hodoh apabila tanpa berfikir telah jatuh ke tangan mereka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;masak sich masih ada cinta sejati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yang kau kejar itu bukan sejati wahai si cantik! tetapi si jantan kaparat yang bangsat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;masih tak percaya?.. masih belum bisa bukak seluas2 dunia apa mata kau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lihat si cantik, mereka semua sama sahaja..nafsu! berengset!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;kalau tak, masak sich kau harus menangis! kau harus bersedih dan harus berduka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;kenapa ya si cantik seperti kau tak bisa menlihat? kenapa ya mahu dikejar cinta sejati? apa masih ada? atau cuma ilustrasi kau sahaja wahai si cantik?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;semua itu menbohongi kau, menbuatkan kau kelihatan tidak sempurna wahai si cantik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;aku adalah malaikat yang sering temani kau wahai si cantik, pejamkan mata dan ikut bersama aku..mari aku tunjukkan kau apa sebenar cinta sejati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;.........................END......................................&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/2765430342650061043-637057992996001032?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/637057992996001032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2008/11/yang-ku-chentaik.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/637057992996001032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/637057992996001032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2008/11/yang-ku-chentaik.html' title='Yang Ku Chentaik!'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SRvgE6PXMGI/AAAAAAAAADY/1rY3SSrX1ps/s72-c/250px-Guido_Reni_031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-2262501266012134385</id><published>2008-09-11T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:41:05.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Oh god of earth and altar, bow down and hear me cry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SZpwAPeFAeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/p1XCQCE6RTQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SZpwAPeFAeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/p1XCQCE6RTQ/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303674660637180386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;arghh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke, he fled, and day brought back my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common sense tells me that we're through but my heart leads me on, my  self-esteem depends on you, leave me hanging like a thread, I never  asked for anything, but for you to care for me like I cared for you. I guess its hard to tell the truth, what's done is  done now&lt;br /&gt;we're through, lets be friends..err, what's a friend to you?&lt;br /&gt;someone  that you can say hi to and easy to say goodbye? I've been hurting and playing  games  for too long.&lt;br /&gt;I am over this I am over you, you were wrong!&lt;br /&gt;It's  taken everything to keep the tears from coming forth.. I never want to feel the  way I felt the day you said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Don't Care Now&lt;/span&gt;! bright sky turn dark.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you have been send  here to rip my heart to shreds. I wish I could have known the way you felt  before I thought you were the one. how to carry off this pain with me? by hating u as much as i can?  u know i cant do that. No, u don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate to be in love, but it is good to be in love. Ish, i just hate to love someone very badly.. i don't know how to face the reality. Reality between Love and Pain but i swear, i will take it no matter what.. sometime i wonder why its so hard to love me? to care about me? i mean to really care and love.. we love each other everyday. eyes wide open and naked as we came. soul meet soul and live happily together ever after and lasting for ever in heart. am i too dreaming? is there anything bad and wrong with me?&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_NewestQuotes1_lblMessage"&gt; YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl2_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;heck, Sweet is love when all is sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_NewestQuotes1_lblMessage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i realize, there comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;dear love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl3_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;You think of me just like a butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;You wanna pin me to your wall so I can never fly. &lt;p&gt; Just like a flower that you need to dry,&lt;br /&gt;Caught between two books, squeeze me till I die..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-2262501266012134385?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/2262501266012134385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-god-of-earth-and-altar-bow-down-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/2262501266012134385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/2262501266012134385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-god-of-earth-and-altar-bow-down-and.html' title='Oh god of earth and altar, bow down and hear me cry!'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SZpwAPeFAeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/p1XCQCE6RTQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-5432737607991301169</id><published>2008-08-27T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:10:46.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>satu panggilan diterima-</title><content type='html'>aduh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari minggu pun aku kena bangun. bising, bingit deringan telefon kacau tidur aku. aku ke meja tulis lantas mencapai telefon bimbit ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello? siapa ya lagi call pagi2 begini?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh ya, andy kenapa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah,aku capek sich! bisa ketemu lain waktu kan?..aku mau rest di rumah,sorry ya.ok,daaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-klik*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku terus sambung tidurku dan telefon lagi berbunyi. aduh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terpapar nama andy di screen bimbit ku. ahhh, biarin aja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak tahu kenapa suara andy terburu-buru mahu ketemu sama aku, katanya penting bangat mau ketemu aku, juga di bilang ini tentang soal hidup dan mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku hiraukan aja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jangan bercanda dong! aku lagi keletihan dan tambah aku moody-period pain-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku merengus dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andy seorang yang selalu usik aku, ini pasti mau kenakan aku pada hari minggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besok aja aku call dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kali ini aku switch telefon aku ke silence mode. aku mau tidur nyeyak tanpa digangu oleh sesiapa pun makluk di muka bumi ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sudah terjaga dari tidur, lagi nikmati susu panas di luar jendela. wah,asyik ya tidur semalam dan terjaga dalam keadaan yang bagus. aku lihat cuaca di luar nyaman, mau ajak andy temankan aku ke laundry dan ke bandar, lawan main mesin game. andy sering kalah sama aku kalau kita lagi bertaruh untuk game tekken. aku selalu guna Brian dan andy guna Eddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tersenyum fikirkan tentang niat andy mau kenakan aku. ahh, ada2 aja si andy. bendel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku call andy beberapa kali tapi tidak di angkat,kenapa ya? pasti merajuk tentang awal pagi tadi..isk,aku mandi dulu kalau begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting tong, ting tong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loceng pintuku bebunyi dan ketika itu aku sudah mau ke kamar mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mungkin si andy di luar,belum call sudah ke mari,tahu aja naluri hati aku ya dia!"&lt;br /&gt;bisik hatiku dan tersenyum girang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku buka pintu dan terkejut dengan kehadiran Lily, adik perempuan andy.&lt;br /&gt;wajahnya terlalu suram. aku menjemput Lily ke dalam. aku ke dapur ambilkan air putih buat si lily.&lt;br /&gt;pasti Lily lagi bergaduh sama teman lelakinya, biasa dia akan ke rumahku dan bermalam disini.&lt;br /&gt;Lily adik bongsu dalam keluarga andy dan dia terlalu rapat sama aku dan andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ke ruang tamu, memberi gelas minuman ke Lily. Lily terus memeluk aku dan menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ini pasti lagi gaduh sama boyfriend ya kan? ayuh, minum air nya dan bilang sama kakak kenapa ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily berhenti menangis dan terus memandang aku. sayu dan sedih bangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kakak, andy sudah pergi tinggalkan kita, dia kemalangan tengah malam semalam di jalan raya, kami di beritahu tentang itu tadi pagi..sekarang di rumah lagi sibuk uruskan perkebumian.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku lantas mencapai telefon bimbitku, check telefon ku dan lihat di senarai panggilan masuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aneh, andy tidak call aku awal pagi tadi.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SLZNv7ihbyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iKHqf8AcF2o/s1600-h/new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239460702323830562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="251" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SLZNv7ihbyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iKHqf8AcF2o/s320/new.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku terkejut dan terdiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terasa sunyi dan gelap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gonna miss you andy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SLZNv7ihbyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iKHqf8AcF2o/s1600-h/new.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-5432737607991301169?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/5432737607991301169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2008/08/satu-panggilan-diterima.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765430342650061043.post-7235213192850113150</id><published>2008-08-25T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:14:42.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>manusia bersifat haiwan liar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SLS3fJS6EuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QJ9jn5p0A78/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239014012237779682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SLS3fJS6EuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QJ9jn5p0A78/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SLOdtJux81I/AAAAAAAAAAc/So7ansRXMzk/s1600-h/gf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mata aku berkedip lagi,bahagian kiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aduh,mak aku cakap kalau berkedip belah kiri,aku akan dapat sial. nak percaya ke tak?..&lt;br /&gt;hari diteruskan macam biasa. bangun pagi2 terkejar2 mandi, siap2 ke tempat kerja. dengan muka sengal yang berpura-pura macam ceria, aku sapa para uncle and the gang yang melepak kt bawah ofis aku. huh,pagi2 lagi dah bersemangat nak mabuk. tapi mereka ni baik dan berkejaya. antaranya tokey keranda, tokey kilang, tokey apa lagi ntah...tapi tokey lah. dan juga tokey yang setiap masa melepak kat kedai mr.kwong ni kecuali hari selasa. kenapa? pasal hari selasa kedai mr.kwong tutup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aduh, bila sampai je kat meja aku kat ofis, rasa kosong je jiwa..datang ofis macam robot, kotak mesin. aku sign in YM,MS and etc, biarkan on9 dan terus mulakan kerja..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sambil mulakan kerja aku check berita kat malaysiakini, log in guna org lain punya password.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lagi2 anuar ibrahim,sodomy.lagi2 dunia politikal sial..tambahan aku kerja yang x boleh lari dari politik.celik mata je penindasan.politik, perkauman, manipulasi. maksud aku, celip mata je dunia ni yang terhidang, dimana2...pening kepala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;semua orang tidak boleh dipercayai. walaupun beberapa kali aku kena tikam belakang, aku degil, mudah percaya/kasihan terhadap orang lain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minggu lepas betul2 sial buat aku, tak sangka aku tertipu dengan manusia yang aku lebih suka sekarang panggil dia anjing. anjing yang dalam kesusahan mencari kerja tapi berlagak seperti anjing bertaraf tinggi..menyalak lantang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sial, semua bermula bila teman aku ini datang ke ofis, minta tolong aku carikan girlfriend dia kerja sambil itu menumpang di bilik aku. jumpa di kl, kebetulan aku di kl, mula2 janji tumpang dua,tiga hari. pada mulanya aku agak keberatan sebab aku suka hidup dengan dunia aku,lebih privacy tapi tetap gembira bila sekian lama aku tak ada kawan perempuan yang rapat dan sekarang dah ada. aku bukan lesbian lagi ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku gembira berborak, berkongsi cerita (pillow talk?), care and respect each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh? bila aku balik waktu lunch, dia bawak teman aku a.k.a boyfriend dia ke bilik aku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wah,aku panas hati. mana pergi respect each other tadi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku tak sampai hati nk marah2 terus tapi aku cuma tegur, aku balik ofis dalam keadaan tegang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;niat aku untuk balik tadi sebab nk tapaw kan nasi untuk dia. babi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siapa yang paling harus dipersalahkan? aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku hantar mesej kat teman aku a.k.a boyfriend dia, minta respect orang lain,suruh pergi keluar tolong carikan kerja untuk awek dia,tak lama lagi bulan puasa,susah dapat kerja. dan mamat ni minta maaf. bodoh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tak lama bila hati aku dah sejuk, aku call nk tengok samada nilai respect each other tu ada lagi tak, oh! ada sikit lagi. rupanya on the way keluar pergi interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni satu lagi cerita, dah la kerja pun aku kena usahakan, padahal dia ni tak ada sikit kaitan pun pertalian dengan hidup aku. ahh, aku call kenalan untuk kerja buat si anjing ni. mula2 aku ikhlas, tapi sekarang aku tarik balik kata2 aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keesokan hari, aku suruh dia siap pergi interview kerja kerani dekat pajabat ####, dia kata ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waktu lunch aku balik bilik, tengok dia bawak lagi teman aku a.k.a bf dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jiran aku tak lagi senyum dan kelihatan seperti dulu, riak wajah bertukar. malu dengan perlakuan tak senonoh mereka ni. muka aku merah*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what the fuck*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku tahan marah*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku kontrol bahasa aku, aku senyum, aku suruh dia siap untuk interview an aku tunggu kat ofis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20minit lepas tu, dia datang tersenyum2 dari jauh gadis ber-mini skirt dan tshirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku tahan marah lagi*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku tanya kalau2 dia tak jadi ke interview dan mahu ke pasar atau bersiar-siar.aku fikir yang pakai mini skirt itu bukan kelihatan mau ke interview. terus aku masuk ofis. dan tak lama lepas tu aku hantar sms berbunyi : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"klu dh tak jadi pergi pasar, sempat lagi nk pergi interview."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;duh, malu aku dengan encik zaini, gayanya orang yang aku rekemen kan ni baik orang nya tapi hancus dan memalukan. pergi juga interview ber-mini skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku balik kerja lewat lagi dan penat, aku diam. aku mandi, bilik berselerak, pakaian kotor makin bertimbun, buku2 berterabur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ini hari ke-empat di sini, setiap malam keluar dengan memakai baju aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aduh, aku siap kemas terus baring sambil baca buku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku fikir beberapa hari lagi, aku harus minta dia cari tempat tinggal lain*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;duit aku makin lari budjet, menyara 100% kehidupan orang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku x cerita dekat sape2 yang aku kasi kawan tumpang kecuali dekat seseorang yang boleh dipercayai. *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku simpan perasaan marah aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hari ke-enam aku slow talk dengan dia, aku cakap apa yang mengangu aku.aku minta dia faham yang aku tak boleh lagi kasi dia tumpang bilik aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dia cakap dia faham*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hari berjalan mcm biasa,aku pergi kerja, balik kerja,dia keluar dengan bf dia, aku tension kena tunggu untuk ambik kunci dekat dia, mcm aku plak menumpang, aku nampak dia pakai baju aku lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;arghh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baju sendiri banyak! &lt;strong&gt;babi*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hari ke-tujuh, aku nk balik kerja tengok bilik berkunci tapi ada nota dari dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"kunci ada dalam kasut"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hati aku berdebar2 macam ada sesuatu tak kena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku masuk bilik, barang2 dia tak ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku hantar call tanya dia kat mana,dia ckp dia dah balik rumah nenek dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;babi*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bukan susah sgt nk kasi tahu aku kata nk keluar or bukan kena bayar pun kalau cakap terima kasih*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dasar manusia tak sedar diri, bodoh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku mandi,tenangkan rasa marah..bukak almari,aku perasan tshirt2 pemberian dari kawan2 hilang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;duh! aku marah sgt2..check seluar jeans aku pun kena curi sehelai. buku2 dan mp3 aku pun kena curi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;motherfucker* bitch**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku hantar hantar sms dekat dia dan boyfriend dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau ikutkan, nk anta sms mcm ni :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"terima kasih mengingatkan aku cerita m'lepaskan anjing tersepit"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi aku kawal lagi rasa untuk anta sms mcm tu jadi aku anta mcm ni..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"wlu mcm mana pun ko dh buat, aku ttp anggap ko kawan dan ikhlas bantu ko"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;errr,kenapa aku anta mcm tu?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kebesokkan harinya,aku terima sms dari kawan di antara kawan aku juga kawan rapat boyfriend si anjing ni.sms tu berbunyi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"linda,mulut ko baik2 skit,klu aku nk apa2kan ko dh lama aku buat &lt;a href="mailto:*&amp;amp;^%$@@()*%$"&gt;*&amp;amp;^%$@@()*%$&lt;/a&gt;#@@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(malas aku siarkan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kemarahan aku terus mendadak bila baca sms tu, dasar budak hingusan! aku terus call dia, aku tanya apasal marah2 anta sms mcm org gila, dia cakap ada org kata dkt dia aku kata dia *&amp;amp;^%(&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^$%#. Last2 yang buat cerita/batu api tu si anjing kurap tadi. benda mcm kuman pun nk jadikan isu*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bodoh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fikiran pun dh kosong. perit kena tikam dari belakang-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku ingat nk ke kl tapi aku terlebih tido, bangun pukul 5.30 petang,jadi aku cuma siap2 balik kampung, tak tau kenapa aku balik kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sepanjang aku kt kampung, aku diam. mak aku heran tapi dia tau aku tak kan cerita apa2 klu aku diam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku balik sini balik, aku cuma menharap hari akan pulih tapi bila malam sebelum tido, jiran yang baru pindah ke bilik(from china) bt hal plak, spray penyembur nyamuk satu rumah, aku tak tahan pasal aku letih, nk tido dan besok keje. jiran2 lain pun sama bising tak tahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku pi tegur dia,cakap baik2..aku suruh dia sembur esok pagi je,busuk, orang lain tak boleh tido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dia cuma jawap:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Busuk?" " tak boleh tido?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pastu spray kt pintu bilik aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aisey.dah dungu,tak paham bahasa melayu plak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku cakap lah bahasa cina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiba2 dia angin, gila ke apa nk gaduh plak dgn aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku pun tension ah, marah dia balik*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku ugut aku panggil polis kalau nk kecoh2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mungkin dia takut pasal dia from china..dia call plak xtau sape2,mengadu. &lt;strong&gt;babi*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku masuk bilik, ingat nk sambung tido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 minit pastu tak tau mana punya mangkuk tendang pintu bilik aku,aku bengang*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku kira, keluar je terus nk kasi penyepak satu tapi tgk uncle ni tersipu malu pasal kantoi kasi aku nampak yang dialanggan ayam from china tu*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huh,uncle yang selalu lepak minum/mabuk kt kedai mr.kwong,yg selalu tegur aku pagi tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wife dia baik dengan aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bodoh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dia minta maaf,dia tarik cina bodoh tu dan janji dengan aku tak kan jadi lagi benda mcm ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maaf diterima*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku tido,nk bangun pergi kerja mcm biasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yang berbeza, aku tak nmpk kelibat uncle ni kat kedai mr.kwong lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jadi 'kepercayaan karut tentang mata kiri berkedip tu boleh di-pakai-buang juga lah eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em,mata kiri aku dh tak berkedip2 lagi, hujung minggu ni aku mau bersuka ria!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765430342650061043-7235213192850113150?l=dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/feeds/7235213192850113150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2008/08/manusia-bersifat-haiwan-liar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/7235213192850113150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765430342650061043/posts/default/7235213192850113150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dronesocietyminda.blogspot.com/2008/08/manusia-bersifat-haiwan-liar.html' title='manusia bersifat haiwan liar!'/><author><name>Linda Beauvais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499375386248756761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/S9Zzp9xCj9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/KfqhbJIvRn4/S220/nerdiest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IL18tMOdySI/SLS3fJS6EuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QJ9jn5p0A78/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
