<?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-23145838</id><updated>2011-12-14T17:34:38.954+07:00</updated><title type='text'>v3ry b3rry rip3b3rry</title><subtitle type='html'>Have you ever taste 'very berry' smoothies? I like that smoothies, the sour taste of the berries gives a jolt to the nerves, but there's sweet taste in there. Not to sweet but enough to make my tongue dancing. If, I added vitamin C or other supplement into the smoothies then it will add some kind of bitter taste. Perfect combination like the life I have now. If you have a similar life then perhaps you should try this smoothies....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-3808931683620127141</id><published>2007-09-27T19:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T19:48:42.865+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckin' memory</title><content type='html'>How do u feel when u think u have no more feeling towards something that u intend to forget. How do u feel when the thought have failing u. That in reality u still have the feeling. The feeling u hate, the feeling u despise. How to erase it, how to diminish it, and how to forget about it. Not knowing how is a very painful condition. The contradiction is killing me. The feeling is eating me piece by piece. The pain of unable to fulfill is crutching me. How the hell am I going to forget about u if u keep flashing before my eyes. Am I suppose to hate u? But u don't have anything for me to hate. But u don't have anything that I wouldn't like. How am I suppose to erase those feeling that keep bubbling up whenever I see u. SHIT!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-3808931683620127141?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/3808931683620127141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=3808931683620127141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/3808931683620127141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/3808931683620127141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2007/09/fuckin-memory.html' title='Fuckin&apos; memory'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-4984489537360201239</id><published>2007-07-30T15:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:50:41.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a great weekend, i had a chance to sleep all day long and read Harry Potter in between....cool.....nothing can disturbed me, my phone was went off (deliberately) and i only made one trip to groceries in those 3 beautiful days......what a paradise, can't complaint that there's nothing good in life huh, this is one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward for another long weekend in the future. and i still have some books waiting for me for those lovely days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-4984489537360201239?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/4984489537360201239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=4984489537360201239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/4984489537360201239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/4984489537360201239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2007/07/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-2703538769443640792</id><published>2007-07-26T20:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:42:08.125+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang I'm really stupid</title><content type='html'>I really think my brain goes slower than I thought before. I kept saying things that differ with what I thought and I don't know how to control it. For example, my friend asked me on the method to do the questioner so we can have the quantitative result, and  what I said to him is nor the answer of his question. I began to worry, perhaps my age started to work on my vitality......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a useless human being, I want to use my brain accordingly and I really do want to fix some problem in the world, not to make peace of course, I'll that task to those beauty pageant....I'll just do simpler task such as to open working opportunity for jobless. I guess that will help reduce some cases of poverty. Big dream? yeah, I guess so, coz I've been that kinda life, and it's really sucks coz without any income, the life of the family member will get no further than the starting points. Sad huh? And I even haven't got to the lower level yet, hopefully will not ever, but the fact that many families in Jakarta are in the very poor condition is quite a concern. How will the future those family must face? the condition will get worse if there is no improvement on job opportunities, if the initiative becoming scarce in the future because of lesser people can achieve higher education with high quality. At some point, I think the government has to make a big step in enhancing the opportunity for people to get higher education because if the government just let this matter onto the hands of the people (which is limited to the bad financial condition they have) then I guess we can only wait the next revolution to struck by hungry and poor people. Welfare is what all citizens want and if they can't get that than it possible they will have it their way (harsh way) in order to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-2703538769443640792?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/2703538769443640792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=2703538769443640792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/2703538769443640792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/2703538769443640792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2007/07/dang-im-really-stupid.html' title='Dang I&apos;m really stupid'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-8538799309841478197</id><published>2007-07-14T07:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T07:51:23.769+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Bird</title><content type='html'>Basically, I'm not a morning person. If I could sleep all day I would do just that. My daily sleep ranged from 6-10 hrs per day, some of my friends thought that it's baby's sleep and that I don't need sleep that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't work soberly if I don't have enough sleep, it's just like a hangover and the same result goes to the lack of sleep. Last night, I went to bed around 12 because I watched The Mummy Returns (a film that I can watch over and over again), because of it I woke up this morning with a bad feeling. I have to force my self to sit so I wont get back to sleep again (and that was after 3 alarm ringing one after another). That was a hard task to do, wake up when you didn't feel like to. Sigh, perhaps I need someone to wake me up with a kiss, so even I have less sleep I wouldn't mind waking up to kiss (it's a dream since no matter who wake me up whenever I had the urge to sleep blissfully I would kick whoever dare to touch me....so forget about that kiss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I have to work now, the sooner today's work is finish the sooner I'll get to meet my lovely pillow....aaaahhhhhh...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hopefully I won't doze off during the session...hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-8538799309841478197?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/8538799309841478197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=8538799309841478197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/8538799309841478197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/8538799309841478197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2007/07/early-bird.html' title='Early Bird'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-7979823797553797736</id><published>2007-06-14T15:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:35:05.677+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO HANDLE CONFLICT?</title><content type='html'>I sorta in a fight with a friend, 'sorta' means that I just had this attitude to ignore her whenever we're in the same room. She is a spoiled brat all this time but I thought she wouldn't brought that attitude to me, 'her freaking closed friend' according to her word, but at one time, actually this is a little bit embarassing, becausewe had a fight over a simple matter. I asked for a new bill when she wanted to pay up money she owed me, I never know why she suddenly had the attitude, she stated whether I wnated the payment or she wouldn't pay me because she doesn't has the new bill. I said to her that I would wait until she has the new bill, and it doesn't matter. But she persisted on paying me with that old bill. Actually, the bill doesn't matter to me, but the way she threaten me is what I disliked, so I sticked to my will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, she paid up with the new bill with saying that the bill she gave me not exactly the fresh money and she kinda mocked me that I took the money anyway. Hell, such a bitch she became. Never I expected her behavior could get this worse. I could never know what's in the human's mind and the secret behind her. Afterward, I try to control my anger and try to smile at her while passing her at the laundry room, and guess what, she's pretend not seeing me and just pass me by without any gesture of friendship. Damn. I am a person with a stubborn head and with a great deal of ignorance, when people treat me good, and I'll treat them even better, but if people treat me bad and I'll treat them worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck are u anyway, I don't get my daily food from you, and I don't have any dependency on you, why the fuck I have to bother. But, yesterday she put a card on my door saying that she doen't know how to deal with conflict and wonder if she can talk to me about this. Gaaahhhh.......shitheads.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deal with conflict any better than her, but I always take good care my behavior and words toward other people especially to my friends, she should learn that the world doesn't revolve around her, that's why one should control his behavior and words if they want to have their friendship lasts.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have to talk to her. Hopefully she would talk without the brat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-7979823797553797736?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/7979823797553797736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=7979823797553797736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/7979823797553797736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/7979823797553797736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-to-handle-conflict.html' title='HOW TO HANDLE CONFLICT?'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-3158882877572135217</id><published>2007-06-13T13:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:07:38.894+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts?????</title><content type='html'>Love, is one shitty feelin' from all the feelin's that I would like to experience lastly. It's really depressing when I have to encounter this feeling before the opposite sex, because the stress is doubled. I would worry about his feeling toward me, I would worry on my words and my appearance. Depressing as hell, umm...nope, perhaps hell is better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel rite now. I love a man, don't know how it happened, I just like him. The feeling grows everyday I met him. He already showed the signs that he doesn't have any interest in me but friendship. But I keep hoping that he will return my affection, and I can't kill this emotion that bubbled everytime I talk to him, everytime I see his eyes. Gawd, how stupid of me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuut.....still, I like him, I like his smile, I like his touch, I like the way he look at me. Pheeeewwwhhh......somebody help me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-3158882877572135217?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/3158882877572135217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=3158882877572135217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/3158882877572135217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/3158882877572135217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-hurts.html' title='Love Hurts?????'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115889145351410755</id><published>2006-09-22T09:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:37:17.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO WEEKS FULL OF INFORMATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometime I wonder how our brain manage informations that come to us, sometimes the information comes in the tidbit forms. Well, the last two weeks I've spend time in a hotel, participating in two workshops which went on like rally. In the first workshop I was able to responding with full attention and curiousity, but in the second week I was slowing down, I  hardly respond to the issue in the sessions. When I told my friend about this, he said that perhaps there were too many information stucked up into our brain. I don't know whether it's true or not, but what I know is I almost fed up, I need time to digest the whole thing before I can move on and use the information within my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-115889145351410755?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115889145351410755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115889145351410755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115889145351410755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115889145351410755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/09/two-weeks-full-of-information.html' title='TWO WEEKS FULL OF INFORMATION'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115634121095487122</id><published>2006-08-23T20:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:53:30.963+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't believe it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometime in last week, I got this feeling that I shouldn't feel anymore. It's supposed to never come up again. Even I got confused why I got that feeling, am I lost my mind? Am I forgetting already? Am I willing to go through the same path again? Shit......&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/23145838-115634121095487122?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115634121095487122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115634121095487122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115634121095487122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115634121095487122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/08/couldnt-believe-it.html' title='Couldn&apos;t believe it'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115529516149074615</id><published>2006-08-11T18:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:19:21.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To everything which sing my soul&lt;br /&gt;Carry my voice and tell him&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everything that travels&lt;br /&gt;Bring my love&lt;br /&gt;And place it in his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I just a half&lt;br /&gt;With him I'll become one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(One boring afternoon in the middle of pile of works)&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/23145838-115529516149074615?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115529516149074615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115529516149074615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115529516149074615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115529516149074615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-poem.html' title='Love Poem'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115460319894496810</id><published>2006-08-03T18:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:37:11.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5818/398/1600/r1619186284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5818/398/320/r1619186284.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the answer from my previous post: the confusion between two handsome men&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/23145838-115460319894496810?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115460319894496810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115460319894496810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115460319894496810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115460319894496810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-answer.html' title='My answer'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115450288566162215</id><published>2006-08-02T14:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:19:24.880+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5818/398/1600/050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5818/398/320/050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivre, ce n’est pas quelque chose de propre. C’est pour ça que c’est intéressant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Samurai Deeper Kyo The 306 Chapter-French Translation)&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/23145838-115450288566162215?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115450288566162215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115450288566162215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115450288566162215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115450288566162215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/08/kyo.html' title='Kyo'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115425148548109554</id><published>2006-07-30T16:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:25:36.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wolf Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A howl from the wolf in the silent night&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the leaves in sadness&lt;br /&gt;A calling for help, a cry for answer&lt;br /&gt;A vow of bonds that got broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of starlights&lt;br /&gt;With the weeping of the wind&lt;br /&gt;A solitude that come within&lt;br /&gt;Without whisper to heal the wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon and stars, shining so bright&lt;br /&gt;Bring the light, bring the warmth&lt;br /&gt;In the serenity of the night&lt;br /&gt;Drown in the tranquility of the  darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(July 30, 2006)&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/23145838-115425148548109554?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115425148548109554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115425148548109554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115425148548109554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115425148548109554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/07/wolf-cry.html' title='A Wolf Cry'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115406793258318637</id><published>2006-07-28T12:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:46:11.916+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mangas I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some mangas that I love the most:&lt;br /&gt;1. Natane (the title in Japanese is Niji Iro Togarashi) by Mitsuru Adachi (love all of his works)&lt;br /&gt;2. Rough (it hasn't release in Indonesia but already have some its scanlations) by Adachi&lt;br /&gt;3. Bleach by Kubo Tito (great work, love the humor in this manga)&lt;br /&gt;4. Samurai Deeper Kyo by Kamijyo Akimine (also love the humor, great characters &amp; story line)&lt;br /&gt;5. Kocchi Muite Miiko by Ono Eriko (cute characters and romantic love story)&lt;br /&gt;6. All Kyoko Hikawa's works: Chizumi &amp;amp; Fujiomi, Miriam and From Far Away, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I love Mitsuru Adachi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all Mitsuru Adachi's works. All of his works is very good, although the drawing of the characters are very similar in all his manga. I recognize 7 similar drawings: the girl (usually the leading role whether there are one or two leading role), the boy (shinichi, yamato, tatsuya, kunimi, takasugi), the fat boy (usually plays the role of bestfriend), the good looking boy (usually become the love rival of the leading role boy), the dog/cat (either it's a dog or a cat, the pet usually has the same face), the dad (it's very rare that Adachi would draw a fat dad, the dads in his work usually have a very nice figure), the other boy (usually play as the bad, usually has a high cheekbones and glinting eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I love Adachi is his love story that usually hidden under the words and gesture of the characters in his works. I haven't found the word 'love' spoken between the characters that were in love. He is the master in arranging romantic situation in his manga without have to spell the word of love or dramatize it in the way of chick manga does. He also capable in building up the culminating point of the story line without losing any chain of the frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I admit that very few can understand the Adachi's works. Once, a friend of mine got curious watching me laughing while reading one of Adachi's works, and she borrowed the manga. After she read the manga, she returned it and said that she didn't find anything funny in the manga, and wondered what makes me laugh at the time she saw me. I tried to explain it to her about the funny part, but she still can't grab it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still love Adachi the most compared to other. But I'm very sorry that not all Adachi's works were release in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-115406793258318637?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115406793258318637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115406793258318637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115406793258318637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115406793258318637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/07/mangas-i-love.html' title='The Mangas I Love'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115381299878652722</id><published>2006-07-25T14:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:38:38.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm...confused between two choices</title><content type='html'>Which one I like the most? This is a trivia quiz for those who know me, let me know okay?&lt;br /&gt;There will be a prize for the right answer, I haven't thought about it but i'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5818/398/1600/1790226263.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5818/398/320/1790226263.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-115381299878652722?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115381299878652722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115381299878652722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115381299878652722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115381299878652722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmmmmconfused-between-two-choices.html' title='Hmmmm...confused between two choices'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115374712050480865</id><published>2006-07-24T20:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:21:14.680+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoaaaaaa....my poor brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A research once said that human brain used in maximum 1% from the whole capacity of the brain itself. Is it true? Who knows. But, one thing I'm sure of that right now I'm going for that 1%......I felt wrecked inside my head, if in one day you have to racked your brain into maybe 20 different ways, it's hurt alright.....but hey, I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.....I'd like to bang my head to the wall right now if I didn't know that the result is becoming senile. I don't want to complain too much actually, but if I could buy a BMW that worth this headache then maybe I wouldn't complain so much ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should think more seriously about getting a vacation after all this....but hey can't do that coz I will have a busy semester after this suppose-to-be-vacation-months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...damn....damn....Baliiiii......beaches.....byebye......&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/23145838-115374712050480865?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115374712050480865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115374712050480865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115374712050480865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115374712050480865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/07/whoaaaaaamy-poor-brain.html' title='Whoaaaaaa....my poor brain'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115347832415166496</id><published>2006-07-21T17:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T17:38:44.160+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAIN vs. WISDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had another experience yesterday. Another senior came to me and threw his rage over my face and in addtition to that was my failure to identify him as my senior (hey was it my fault if I'm never taken his class in my study in lawschool, is it very important to recognize his damned face? Damn). Okaaayyyyy.....he is my senior (although never met him before), but his behavior doesn't reflect his 60 years living in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying to get wisdom here (as if it lying on the street or something....) but he with all of his ages seemed doesn't accomplish a single thing. I'll bet he is a brat in his youth. Damn all brat especially the rich brat, another damn goes to the street brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Geez..... anyway today I had fun with my eyes, this one guy had a presentation for his mini thesis  and he is very cute, makes I'm wondering on how happy God must be when creating him. Pfffffttt.........&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/23145838-115347832415166496?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115347832415166496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115347832415166496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115347832415166496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115347832415166496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/07/brain-vs-wisdom.html' title='BRAIN vs. WISDOM'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115345217850678217</id><published>2006-07-21T09:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:24:55.260+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this friend of mine, who's funny as a clown, can't stop laughing when I'm hang out with him. Hilarious, caring and gentleman. All the qualities I admire from a man. He is a very dear friend of mine, but it's been many years since my last meeting. When I'm calling to meet him, either I'm busy or he's busy, and I'm sorry for that. I remember when we're in some activities together, how we shared our feelings, how we had our fun, how we worked our difficulties in the tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh....I miss u my friend and I keep reading your bulletins in Friendster, and those were very funny. I'm wishing for the very best for you (wishing u have girlfriend that will become your wife and wishing the girl loving you so much that will make you a very happy man).....muuuuaaaaccchhhh&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/23145838-115345217850678217?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115345217850678217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115345217850678217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115345217850678217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115345217850678217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-funny-friend.html' title='My Funny Friend'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115321718023155603</id><published>2006-07-18T16:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:06:20.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Lyric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I only wanna be the man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to give you everything I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every day and every night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love you for all my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna change the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as long as you're my girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's more than enough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to be the man you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This lyric is my favorite song right now, if only I could have a man like this......ahhhh...where are you dear, I'm wishing the moment when we'll meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-115321718023155603?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115321718023155603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115321718023155603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115321718023155603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115321718023155603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-lyric.html' title='Love Lyric'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115218308752324284</id><published>2006-07-06T17:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:51:27.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BITTERNESS AND REVENGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have the bitterness feeling for this one person, nevermind the cause coz I won't tell. And I never have any idea of revenge in my mind. After the bitterness occurred we never met anymore, either I'm avoiding that person or the otherwise around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, that person contacted me yesterday asking for a meeting. The bitterness rising up again in my throat. I had the urge to get even. But still the urge is not increasing each time I think about it. I rather avoiding that person, dislikes the very idea of meeting the person. Coz we would think back of the past leave behind us. Perhaps that person will appoligize but still who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point is I never want to experience the discomfort and the sadness that came a long with our relationship. Yeah, person does change, but how do I know that the person would, I won't till I meet that person. I wouldn't risking my chances here. let bygone be bygone, and we will go through different pathways, we shall never meet again, we shall never have any relationship whatsoever. That's it, enough is enough.&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/23145838-115218308752324284?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115218308752324284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115218308752324284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115218308752324284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115218308752324284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/07/bitterness-and-revenge.html' title='BITTERNESS AND REVENGE'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115130999789553627</id><published>2006-06-26T15:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:59:25.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED!!!</title><content type='html'>Damned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissing right now. A certain person thinks that me and my decision only troubling her with no important matter. Hell, I did't asked her to do something outside her area of duty. If she already has a policy just stick with it and I'll deal with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...NOOOOOOO.....she had to say beforehand that she will not do nothing about it and judge me that I haven't coordinate with her first for my policy. Well, if she already has policy then I expect her to stick with it and I'll stick with mine. If she wouldn't do anything about it then don't questioning mine. I hate that. Who do you think you are, are you helping me in my tasks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thought, it is a good chance for me to get out from this job. Never like it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-115130999789553627?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115130999789553627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115130999789553627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115130999789553627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115130999789553627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/06/pissed.html' title='PISSED!!!'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115098444590436838</id><published>2006-06-22T20:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:54:05.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justified Prosperity For A Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prosperity is one big idea for each member of the society. From the richest to the poorest must have had even one smallest dream about this. Prosperity to all of the society is even a bigger dream. When all of the people has reach a certain degree of prosperity then all the social disease will be vanished. This idea is understandable, but how to reach it, that's the real question.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were thoughts that it is natural that prosperity does not fall on all the people, because prosperity is something that you earned. But, do you realize that capability of each person is different, not to mention that the courage to stand you ground and fighting spirit are not something that everyone has.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You cannot deny that prosperity for all people will reduce problems within the society. Poverty has became a major problem in many nations in the world. Because of poverty the number of criminality has risen up gradually in every nation with poverty issue. If you put the burden on the government shoulder then I guess it will be very hard for a nation to reach the justified prosperity. Justified prosperity can only be achieved with the awareness of each member of the nation. All of us: government, businessmen, students, academist, professionals, even mothers. We must aware that effort to reach the goal does not come from the upper class alone but the lower class must support with education, fighting spirit and nationality. The upper class can contribute in the form of facilitating the lower class to improve their capability. And the government, cleansed from corruption and nepotism, will help in facilitating the upper class to gain more freedom in expanding their business therefore the lower class attached to the upper class will also enjoying this uplifting condition.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, this is just a thought of mine. It's kinda sad watching this beloved country going nowhere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-115098444590436838?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115098444590436838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115098444590436838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115098444590436838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115098444590436838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/06/justified-prosperity-for-nation_22.html' title='Justified Prosperity For A Nation'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115071537899799108</id><published>2006-06-19T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:24:18.710+07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing that I've always noticed about World Cup is the strength of men. It amazed me on how they pushed themselves to the very edge of their power to gain the best outcome. Sometimes they succeed sometimes not, but for me both ways they win. Especially if the men has showed the spirit to the end of the game, and if they have worked very hard to be the champion of the game , it seems that they get double satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the game had helped me to keep my mind on track which is to be useful and be creative in every moment without give in to my weakness. Laziness has always become my big problem, it always come to me whenever my life starting to become dull. If I kept my mind working all the time then there is no time to get lazy, but if there is a spare time which is I have no idea what to do with, then I'll become lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the best thing is to get something to do whenever I already have a little spare time, but sometimes I dont know what to do in those little spare time. Ha! Next step is to list every small chores that I can do in a small amount of free time, and I can only list a few right now, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;- reading a book (sometimes it's boring)&lt;br /&gt;- reading online article (this is actually interesting except that I have to be in front of a PC)&lt;br /&gt;- writing (this is sometimes fun, like writing in this blog)&lt;br /&gt;- and that's all I could think about for now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I haven't push myself toward the edge of my boundaries. I never knew my limit, and it is a challenge to find out how far is my limit. I've got to work on my laziness first then I could try to find out my limit. I envy those men in uniform chasing a ball with strength and spirit, gaming once in a week without any slack in every day training, compete in every game with a new improved skill in each game. And in the end they become big and left a mark in the world history in their young age. Compared to them, I am a loser, well yeah I am.&lt;br /&gt;In my age right now, I still haven't got  any achievement that can make the world better which is my dream from long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should make this as my new resolution of the year. Become big and change the world. Ha ha ha...let's us see then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-115071537899799108?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115071537899799108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115071537899799108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115071537899799108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115071537899799108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/06/amazing.html' title='AMAZING'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-115011585854994340</id><published>2006-06-12T19:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:25:30.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the games of the universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yiiiipppppeeeeeeeeeeeee.............world cup is coming......many games....many heroes....many strategies.....love it so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-115011585854994340?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/115011585854994340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=115011585854994340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115011585854994340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/115011585854994340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-comes-games-of-universe.html' title='Here comes the games of the universe'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-114831012165470496</id><published>2006-05-22T21:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:26:05.533+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Batwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There you go....I expelled the truth of me.....hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's only a minor problem happens to me recently.....I have no idea why I become like this. It's been 2 weeks now, I can't sleep at night. When the world succumbs to the blackness of the night, I'm wide awake. And when the early morning lights touches the lid of the world, I'm starting to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's troublesome for me, I was supposed to work early in the morning, but because of this problem, I began my activities in the middle of the day, I've become a batwoman.....hahhahahaha....I got many complaints because of this. A friend of mine told me that I should cut the habit in order to go back to my normal hours.....the recipe is the cold medicine with sleeping ingredients in it.....well I'll try it tonight...hope it works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not working then I guess I should find another job for I'll get scolded for my late and the worse is got fired....hahahahha...all trouble because of sleep in the wrong time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-114831012165470496?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/114831012165470496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=114831012165470496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114831012165470496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114831012165470496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-batwoman.html' title='I&apos;m a Batwoman'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-114785349226476905</id><published>2006-05-17T14:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:27:03.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SANCTUARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah...my room is my sanctuary...little room but cozy, filled with everything I love the most in this world: comics, books, bed and coffe for sure....I locked my self in for 4 days, I didn't go for work, I went passive in socializing, I was like a priest or monk in a quiet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a quiet moment for me....I tried to explore the meaning of my life, how far did I go all this time, what are my achievements??? And I come to a result that I haven't done much in life that can satisfy myself.....and there's the question.......WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, that's because I'm not involving my self too much in other people's life.....but that's just me, I'm a bit individualistic with a "not bother" attitude.....is it wrong??? Last night my housemate told me her life story, about how she felt everyone is using her and that she can't ever say 'no' to anyone.....because of those, she sometimes felt that she is a loser....but I told her she wasn't a loser, she helped people a lot in many ways, her achievements are everywhere in everyone. My exact words are," you have left marks even little marks in other people's life, right now maybe you haven't see anything, but wait for another 10 years, people will acknowledge you as their helper, and they will be happy for your being in the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't nice? you're not a success person in work, you're not clever ebough to become a great scientist, you're not rich, but everywhere you go there are people who will know you and telling you that you are his/her firend......that makes your life meaningful, for me it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that in this year of 2006, I have no improvement. I got new friends...yeah...but still I got no "friends" ... I'm still with my "not bother" attitude. I let my friend down last week, I really felt guilty, I said sorry but there's no forgiving from my friend....hmmmmm....maybe I should change my attitude, for I still haven't found a friend that I could trust and share my burden.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, we're all human, we're all born alone, if we have to live alone then we cannot complain, right? U can complain actually, adress it to your MAKER..... hahaha see if HE replies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-114785349226476905?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/114785349226476905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=114785349226476905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114785349226476905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114785349226476905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/05/sanctuary.html' title='SANCTUARY'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-114559558807166922</id><published>2006-04-21T11:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:30:03.616+07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DAY IS TODAY????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Hahaha(laughing with wrinkles on my eyebrows) ......today is Friday but it feels like Monday.....too many things to do in this short day especially tommorow is weekend.....ghaaaaa.......I already lost many pitfull sleeps in these last weeks....even in my sleep, my mind seems running along with all the thoughts of my work.....until it's done I think I won't get my decent sleep.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Buuuuuuuuut...........after this work done there will be two more jobs waiting in line and both are a grand job.......university level of ultimate student competition and the worse is couple works on student admission with its preliminary programs........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Perhaps after all of this, I will take a break and take some free time to travel....Bali would be nice to visit after a long time since my last visit.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Until then.....hard work......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-114559558807166922?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/114559558807166922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=114559558807166922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114559558807166922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114559558807166922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-day-is-today.html' title='WHAT DAY IS TODAY????'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-114554319950118809</id><published>2006-04-20T21:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:01:03.316+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FUTURE HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5818/398/1600/024.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5818/398/320/024.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5818/398/1600/underwater%20hotel.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5818/398/320/underwater%20hotel.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future home, located at a lovely beach with underwater interior design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.....it's a heaven resemblance....I'll have to earn enough money to live in such beautiful place.....still a long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Lord in Heaven please hear my prayer and make my dream come true.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-114554319950118809?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/114554319950118809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=114554319950118809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114554319950118809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114554319950118809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-future-home.html' title='MY FUTURE HOME'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-114543692546818489</id><published>2006-04-19T15:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:55:25.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S IN A MAN'S MIND</title><content type='html'>I found what's in a man's or woman's mind is fascinating......coz I like to predict on how he/she'll behave the next moment.....somehow u'll never guess how he/she react on something.....from good to evil, from honesty to hypocrisy, from truth to lies........and every one is differ to others......abolutely no similarity........If the person I observed is not in my clique than it will be fun to watch but the trouble is when that person is close to me........gaaahhh that'll become a problem....I know their mind but I can predict how'll they react.....good or bad???? I have to control my gesture and my words......it's hard to do that all the time, so sometimes I just do whatever I like and say whatever in my minds............so I hurt lot of people because of it, well.....if I have to behave and talk with extreme control, I believe I would go mad.....but maybe not, maybe I should push my self harder in controlling my self.........that's the biggest problem for me "controlling my self"....I should find an effective  method for this  otherwise  my nerve will getting thin  every time I try to curb my emotion..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-114543692546818489?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/114543692546818489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=114543692546818489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114543692546818489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114543692546818489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-in-mans-mind.html' title='WHAT&apos;S IN A MAN&apos;S MIND'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-114484312038531172</id><published>2006-04-12T16:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:58:41.703+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY....DIZZY........</title><content type='html'>Fuiiiiiihhhhhhh......so many things to do today but it made me confuse in prioritizing........first thing I did before office was asking the bank for a new debit card since I lost my old one, after that office was taking all my attention especially the ultimate student contest.......hell....I'm doing the paper work for donation and sponsorhip.....I really hope it ends soon......I dislike the activity......and after this there will come the most busy month with the coming of the new students.......yeahhhhh that's hell alright.....and my partner in crime will leave me alone for higher education.......but that's nice for him for he will get married and degree for a short time.....wish him success....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me.......GOD GIVE ME STRENGTH.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-114484312038531172?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/114484312038531172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=114484312038531172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114484312038531172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114484312038531172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/04/busydizzy.html' title='BUSY....DIZZY........'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-114474040952696047</id><published>2006-04-11T14:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:26:49.543+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOORRREEEEDDD..............</title><content type='html'>GOD, I feel so bored lately.......my work seems monotonous, static, nothing's new and without any number to  add into my fucking bank account......Gosh...I want to be rich, so I wouldn't have to worry about living while I'm doing interesting things in my life....................Coz I have a dream of travelling the world before I die....fiiiuuuuhhh such a prize for a dream of a girl......For that I have to make more money, I've been thinking of making a new business, and my preference goes to event organizer company, becoz I like doing that kind of stuff and I do believe I can do it.  Now, I just have to make enough money for starting the business......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a year I hope I already start the business.......Hard work YEAHHHH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-114474040952696047?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/114474040952696047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=114474040952696047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114474040952696047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114474040952696047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/04/booorrreeeeddd.html' title='BOOORRREEEEDDD..............'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-114352569627456820</id><published>2006-03-28T12:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:01:36.286+07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVEY DOPEY..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dunno, but I keep encounter the issue these past two weeks....it's like love is pouring onto everyone but me.............not that i mind or envy them becouse of this, but everyone seems having trouble more than me because of love.......so i think about it and got into a conclusion: why the heck a man must suffer from love, isn't meant to make one happy, if u're not happy with it then just leave it.....it's just that simple, but nooooo.....people likes to think about it and make it complicated......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh....people do tends to torture themselves with a notion called love.......true...there is happy moments, enjoy it while it lasts....that's my suggestion.....if it ends then just leave it and move on..........why do u have to wait for the fire when it's ashes that u're facing right now??? Well, who knows what's in one's mind, not me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the love that last longer than the love from a man is a love from my friend and my dearest sister of course.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/23145838-114352569627456820?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/114352569627456820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=114352569627456820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114352569627456820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114352569627456820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/03/lovey-dopey.html' title='LOVEY DOPEY..............'/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-114172503409121326</id><published>2006-03-07T16:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:50:34.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, I feel enraged, I can't cooling down, somehow I snapped to every stupid people I met......oouuggghhhh....hate myself, what should I do????&lt;br /&gt;I got mad to hypocrite people, there're many of them surround me, I hate powerful person 'power tends to corrupt' one said, yeeessshhhhh I'm going through the result of the corrupt process right now.......he expects us to be productive but he limits all the facility we're going to need in order to get creative and productive....Can't he see that those things were related??? He said he was smart??? Was he?? I think he is a spoiled rich brat that get the power to spend without any knowledge how to use it wisely.....nice try though.......and now he expect us to work efficiently and effectively.....yaahhh right........without nice environment I don't think I can work properly.........&lt;br /&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/23145838-114172503409121326?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/114172503409121326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=114172503409121326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114172503409121326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114172503409121326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-whats-wrong-with-me-today-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145838.post-114110469461354621</id><published>2006-02-28T12:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T12:31:34.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new blog.....I'm giving up on my old blog, coz I find difficulties in changing it the way I like it. So this is my new blog with the name b3rry.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23145838-114110469461354621?l=b3rry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/feeds/114110469461354621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23145838&amp;postID=114110469461354621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114110469461354621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23145838/posts/default/114110469461354621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3rry.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Wennys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719857912340160822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
