<?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-3391515081933498101</id><updated>2011-08-02T09:54:57.877+07:00</updated><category term='Poems'/><category term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><category term='Private Emotions'/><category term='Good Reflections'/><title type='text'>Welcome To My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-3085158986368635609</id><published>2010-07-06T20:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:52:37.618+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>Menjelang Ajal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-content"&gt;  &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;MENJELANG AJAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:small;"  &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iwandahnial.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/sekarat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 112px; height: 137px;" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-2665" title="sekarat" src="http://iwandahnial.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/sekarat.jpg?w=140&amp;amp;h=171" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:small;"  &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Suatu ketika &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;babah Salim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; seorang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;pedagang toko kelontong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; dirawat di ruang ICU dengan  penyakit yang sudah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;sangat parah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Tim medis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;pun sudah tak  mampu lagi berbuat apa-apa  alias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;menyerah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;. Maka  seluruh keluarganya dan anak-anaknya meminta ijin untuk menengoknya yang terakhir kali. Sambil berurai air mata, mereka menunggu, kalau-kalau ada  pesan terakhir darinya, tiba-tiba………..babah Salim memanggil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;masing-masing anaknya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Babah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : A Hua…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;A Hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : I..iiya Pih, saya disini !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Babah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;: A Siang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;A Siang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : Iya..iiya Pih, saya disini !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Babah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : A Liem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;A Liem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : Yaa.. Pih, saya disini !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Babah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : A Khuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;A Khuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : Ini saya disini Pih !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Babah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : A Ming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;A Ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : Ya.. ya Pih, saya disini !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Babah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : A Phoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;A Phoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : Oh Papih sayang, saya disini !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Babah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : A Chuih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;A Chuih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt; : Pih saya disini !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Tiba-tiba &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;mata si babah Salim melotot&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;“LOH…., KOK KALIAN SEMUANYA DI SINI ??  &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;YANG JAGAIN TOKO SIAPA&lt;/span&gt; ????”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Dasar “matrek”, udah sekarat masih juga beratkan harta !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:14pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://iwandahnial.wordpress.com/2008/09/24/menjelang-ajal/#more-2666&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:14pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-info"&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="post-footer"&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/3391515081933498101-3085158986368635609?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/3085158986368635609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=3085158986368635609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/3085158986368635609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/3085158986368635609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2010/07/menjelang-ajal.html' title='Menjelang Ajal'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-388598464078901111</id><published>2009-12-02T22:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:18:17.421+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>Rasanya udah gak kuat... part 2</title><content type='html'>Semakin dipikir, semakin bingung. Kenapa sih orang malu untuk mengakui kesalahannya sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa sih orang ga mau mengakui kekurangan diri sendiri? Padahal, orang bodoh di dunia sekalipun tahu kalau dirinya jelas - jelas salah, tapi tetep aja ga mau mengakuinya. Segitu hebatnyakah peran 'gengsi' dalam kehidupan seseorang?&lt;br /&gt;Kadang ga kuat kalo dipikirin, tapi hal ini mau ga mau, suka ga suka, harus dihadapi setiap hari. Lama - lama yah memang ga kuat. Pengen banget nanya "Sebenernya mau lo apa sih?" ... tapi kok rasanya ga sopan nanya begitu. Kesannya gue sok otoriter banget deh.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalo dijalanin tiap hari pun, keadaan ga berubah juga, tambah parah malah iya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-388598464078901111?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/388598464078901111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=388598464078901111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/388598464078901111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/388598464078901111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/12/rasanya-udah-gak-kuat-part-2.html' title='Rasanya udah gak kuat... part 2'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-2061164017862448575</id><published>2009-11-21T04:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T05:07:35.598+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>Rasanya udah gak kuat...</title><content type='html'>Menjadi diri sendiri memang ga mudah. Ini terbukti dari banyaknya hambatan yang harus dihadapi ketika menjalani keseharian &amp;amp; rutinitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal ini akan menjadi diperparah dengan adanya orang lain sebagai pembanding. Jika kita kebetulan menggatikan posisi seseorang, dan ternyata seseorang tersebut telah memiliki image tertentu, tentulah kita tidak akan luput dari kata 'dibandingkan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kita selalu berpikir negatif, tentu kita akan selalu merenung dan memaki diri sendiri. Namun jika kita dapat berpikir positif, kita tidak akan menyia - nyiakan waktu untuk terus meratapi diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentu saja berpikir positif tidak mudah untuk dilakukan, apalagi perlakuan yang kita dapatkan bukan merupakan perlakuan yang baik (positif). Di satu sisi, jika kita sempat berpikir mendalam, setiap hal pasti mempunyai sisi positifnya. Namun, sisi negatif itu yang justru akan terasa dan terlihat oleh kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-2061164017862448575?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/2061164017862448575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=2061164017862448575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2061164017862448575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2061164017862448575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/11/rasanya-udah-gak-kuat.html' title='Rasanya udah gak kuat...'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-8007839513742430049</id><published>2009-08-15T00:27:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:40:56.326+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Mempunyai memori masa lalu yang kuat terkadang melelahkan. Lelah karena kenangan masa lalu terus menerus muncul dalam pikiran. Terkadang, kenangan itu sepertinya benar - benar terasa, seakan nyata sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingin rasanya membuang jauh - jauh semua kenangan, namun terasa sayang. Indah, namun menyakitkan. Tidak semuanya sesuai dengan angan dan harapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa dari kenangan itu justru membangkitkan semangat hidup, memecut keras langkah kakiku yang selama ini lemah tak berdaya. Kenangan itu mengobarkan tekadku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagian lagi ingin kukubur dalam - dalam, sedalam samudra hatiku yang tiada berujung. Untuk apa kuingat kenangan - kenangan pahit yang hanya akan memperlambat keinginanku untuk melanjutkan hidup, memperpanjang tarikan nafasku yang terasa kian berat, mempercepat denyut jantungku dan menambah emosi jiwaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batin ingin berteriak untuk memusnahkan semua yang berhubungan denganmu. Ingin rasanya kurobek semua kenangan tentangmu. Ingin kucabik - cabik gambaran wajahmu di dalam benakku. Namun apa daya ... ingatan tentangmu masih terukir tajam di lubuk hatiku. Aku ingin membencimu tapi aku tak bisa ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-8007839513742430049?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/8007839513742430049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=8007839513742430049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/8007839513742430049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/8007839513742430049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-6708703156394311469</id><published>2009-07-02T04:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T04:41:42.245+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>Berikut ini adalah rahasia bulan kelahiran November :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Banyak memiliki ide&lt;br /&gt;* Berpikiran kedepan&lt;br /&gt;* Unik dan cerdas&lt;br /&gt;* Ide yang luar biasa&lt;br /&gt;* Pemikiran tajam&lt;br /&gt;* Peramal yang hebat dan akurat&lt;br /&gt;* Dapat menjadi dokter yang hebat&lt;br /&gt;* Berhati-hati dan waspada&lt;br /&gt;* Penuh rahasia&lt;br /&gt;* Selalu ingin tahu&lt;br /&gt;* Tahu cara menggali rahasia&lt;br /&gt;* Selalu berpikir&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak terlalu cerewat tetappi ramah&lt;br /&gt;* Berani dan murah hati&lt;br /&gt;* Sabar&lt;br /&gt;* Keras kepala dan keras hati&lt;br /&gt;* Jika ada kemauan, maka ada jalan&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak mudah goyah&lt;br /&gt;* Jarang marah, kecuali jika sengaja disulut&lt;br /&gt;* Penyendiri&lt;br /&gt;* Selalu berpikir berbeda dengan orang lain&lt;br /&gt;* Berpikiran tajam&lt;br /&gt;* Mampu memotivasi diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak terlalu peduli dengan pujian&lt;br /&gt;* Bersemangat&lt;br /&gt;* Bertubuh kuat dan tegar&lt;br /&gt;* Cintanya amat dalam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-6708703156394311469?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/6708703156394311469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=6708703156394311469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/6708703156394311469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/6708703156394311469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/07/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-654116493840250421</id><published>2009-05-11T18:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:44:55.746+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>About KING KONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Mengapa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt; digunakan untuk nama Kera atau Monyet Raksasa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Mengapa tidak digunakan nama Great Ape, King Monkey, Giant Ape, Giant Monkey  atau yang lainnya ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Menurut ahli bahasa, kata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;King Kong berasal dari bahasa Inggris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;bahasa Latin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;yang artinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt; Raja Monyet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;King artinya Raja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;(bahasa Inggris) dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Kong artinya Monyet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt; (bahasa Latin).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Berikut adalah kata-kata yang terkait dengan Kong : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Kong Kali Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Artinya banyak Monyet ! Bayangin , Monyet dikalikan dengan Monyet !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Kong Res (Kongres) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Artinya Monyet Ngumpul ! Res singkatan dari Residu, sisa yang terkumpul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Kong Kow :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Artinya, Monyet Gaul ! Kow dari bahasa Mandarin non-formal yang artinya main, bergaul atau ngerumpi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Ngong Kong : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Artinya Monyet Jongkok !Ngong artinya duduk atau Jongkok dalam bahasa Sansekerta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Kong Guan :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt; Artinya Biskuit Monyet, atau Biskuit kesukaan Monyet !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Kong Lomerat : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Artinya Kumpulan besar Monyet ! Glomerat artinya menggelinding menjadi bola yang besar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Kong Si (Kongsi) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt; Artinya Empat Monyet pengusaha ! Si adalah bahasa Mandarin artinya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;empat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Cu Kong : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Monyet banyak duitnya ! Cu artinya banyak duit menurut bahasa Mandarin kuno yang sudah kadaluarsa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Eng Kong :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Artinya Mbahnya Monyet !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Sing Kong :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt; Akar umbi ngumpet dalam tanah, takut ama monyet !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Sing = singitan (bhs Jawa) = ngumpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Bo Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Bagian tubuh belakang  monyet di bagian bawah yang kelihatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;bengkak. Bo = aboh (bahasa Jawa) = bengkak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Jerang Kong :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Kerangka monyet ! Jerang  = tulang belulang menurut bahasa antah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;berantah.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;Bang Kong :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Monyet bangun kesiangan ! Bang = singkatan dari bangun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;Have a positive day !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-654116493840250421?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/654116493840250421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=654116493840250421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/654116493840250421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/654116493840250421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-king-kong.html' title='About KING KONG'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-6942285058584106939</id><published>2009-04-09T23:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:13:07.120+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>Cowok itu ...</title><content type='html'>Katanya mo ngomong jujur apa adanya ... taunya gue sering dibohongin.&lt;br /&gt;Katanya akan tetep setia sama gue ... taunya gue dijauhin juga.&lt;br /&gt;Katanya cewek ga bisa dipercaya? Ternyata cowok lebih ga bisa dipercaya ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;PS: except for my husband ... he is the most trustworthy person for me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-6942285058584106939?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/6942285058584106939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=6942285058584106939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/6942285058584106939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/6942285058584106939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/04/cowok-itu.html' title='Cowok itu ...'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-2936165352310491740</id><published>2009-03-14T17:00:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:10:53.375+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>Kids Are Quick</title><content type='html'>Scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Maria, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;Maria    : Here it is&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Correct. Now class, who discovered America?&lt;br /&gt;Class     : Maria.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;John      : You told me to do it without using tables.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile'?&lt;br /&gt;Glenn    : K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: No, that's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Glenn    : Maybe it's wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;Donald  : H I J K L M N O.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Donald  : Yesterday, you said it's H to O.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Winnie  : Me!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Fred, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Fred      : Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 7:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Millie, give me a sentence starting with 'I'.&lt;br /&gt;Millie     : I is ...&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: No, Millie ... Always say, "I am"&lt;br /&gt;Millie    : All right ... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet."&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks uncle Rob...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-2936165352310491740?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/2936165352310491740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=2936165352310491740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2936165352310491740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2936165352310491740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-are-quick.html' title='Kids Are Quick'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-2161409537891959118</id><published>2009-02-23T13:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:38:04.446+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>The Experiment</title><content type='html'>A professor of chemistry wanted to teach his 5th grade class a lesson about the evils of alcohol, so he produced an experiment that involved a glass of water, a glass of whiskey and two worms. “Now, class. Observe closely the worms,” said the professor putting a worm first into the water. The worm in the water writhed about, happy as a worm in water could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second worm, he put into the whiskey. It writhed painfully, and quickly sank to the bottom, dead as a doornail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, what lesson can we learn from this experiment?” the professor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny, who naturally sits in back, raised his hand and wisely, responded…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Drink whiskey and you won’t get worms!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;*hahahaha ... I like Little Johnny.&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/3391515081933498101-2161409537891959118?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/2161409537891959118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=2161409537891959118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2161409537891959118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2161409537891959118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/experiment.html' title='The Experiment'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-5951171413606347567</id><published>2009-02-23T13:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:35:17.747+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>Assassin Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- / icon and title --&gt;       &lt;!-- message --&gt;    The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all of the background checks, Interviews, and testing were done there were three finalists… Two men and a woman. For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.“We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill Her!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, “You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife.”The agent said, “Then you’re not the right man for this job.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the man came out with tears in his eyes. “I tried, but I can’t kill my wife.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent said, “You don’t have what it takes. Take your wife and go home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was the woman’s turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and said, “This gun is loaded with blanks. I had to beat him to death with the chair.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-5951171413606347567?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/5951171413606347567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=5951171413606347567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/5951171413606347567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/5951171413606347567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/assassin-test.html' title='Assassin Test'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-5071127149591684486</id><published>2009-02-23T08:32:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:45:41.904+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>sorry to say ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Have you ever felt like this before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you know me, Dear ... but sorry to say, you don't know me that much.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what makes me happy, what makes me sad, what makes me worried, what makes me angry.&lt;br /&gt;You even don't know how I feel when you say things to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you know me well, my Dear ... but sorry to say, you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You think you know what's best for me ... but sorry to say, you only know what's best for you.&lt;br /&gt;You say that you love me, Dear ... but sorry to say, it's not enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-5071127149591684486?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/5071127149591684486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=5071127149591684486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/5071127149591684486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/5071127149591684486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-to-say.html' title='sorry to say ...'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-7339177037340543826</id><published>2009-02-22T22:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:04:42.770+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>Couples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy : May I hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Girl : No, thanks. It isn't heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girl : Say you love me! Say you love me!&lt;br /&gt;Boy : You love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girl : Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : Yes, dear...&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Then ... would you die for me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : No, dear ... mine is undying love.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Girl : If we become engaged, will you give me a ring?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : Sure, what's your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Darling, I want to dance like this forever?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : Don't you ever wanna improve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Boy : I love you and I could die for you.&lt;br /&gt;Girl : How soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Boy : I would go to the end of the world for you.&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Yes, but would you stay there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Woman : You remind me of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Man      : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?&lt;br /&gt;Woman : No, because you make me sick!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mary  : John says I'm pretty, but Andy says I'm ugly. What do you think, Peter?&lt;br /&gt;Peter : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Girl : I think the poorest people are the happiest.&lt;br /&gt;Boy : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/3391515081933498101-7339177037340543826?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/7339177037340543826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=7339177037340543826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/7339177037340543826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/7339177037340543826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/undying-love_22.html' title='Couples'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-3094973001565558754</id><published>2009-02-22T22:10:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:48:13.695+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>Wakidjan vs. Tukidjo</title><content type='html'>Wakidjan begitu terpesonanya dengan permainan piano Nadine.&lt;br /&gt;Sambil bertepuk tangan, ia berteriak, "Not a play! Not a play!"&lt;br /&gt;Nadine bengong. "Not a play?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Not a play. Bukan main."&lt;br /&gt;Tukidjo yang menemani Wakidjan terperangah.&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan main itu bukan not a play, Djan."&lt;br /&gt;"Your granny (Mbahmu). Humanly I have checked my dictionary kok. (Orang saya sudah periksa di kamus kok)"&lt;br /&gt;Lalu berpaling ke Nadine. “Lady, let's corner (Mojok yuk).&lt;br /&gt;But don't think that are nots (Jangan berpikir yang bukan-bukan). I just want a meal together."&lt;br /&gt;"Ngaco kamu, Djan," Tukidjo tambah gemes.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be surplus (Jangan berlebihan), Djo. Be wrong a little is OK toch?"&lt;br /&gt;Nadine cuma senyum kecil. "I would love to, but .."&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry if my friend make you not delicious (Maaf kalau teman saya bikin kamu jadi nggak enak)" sambut Wakidjan ramah.&lt;br /&gt;"Different river, maybe (Lain kali barangkali). I will not be various kok (Saya nggak akan macam-macam kok)."&lt;br /&gt;Setelah Nadine pergi, Wakidjan menatap Tukidjo dengan sebal.&lt;br /&gt;"Disturbing aja sih, Djo. Does the language belong to your ancestor (Emang itu bahasa punya&lt;br /&gt;moyang lu)?"&lt;br /&gt;Tukidjo cari kalimat penutup. "Just itchy Djan, because you speak English as delicious as your&lt;br /&gt;belly button." (Gatel aja, Djan, soalnya kamu ngomong Inggris seenak udelmu dewe).&lt;br /&gt;Wakidjan cuman bisa merutuk dalam hati, "His name is also effort." (Namanya juga usaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*can't stop grinning...&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/3391515081933498101-3094973001565558754?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/3094973001565558754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=3094973001565558754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/3094973001565558754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/3094973001565558754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/wakidjan-tukidjo.html' title='Wakidjan vs. Tukidjo'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-2672568477077233759</id><published>2009-02-22T22:10:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:05:29.205+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>A Quick Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother         : David, come here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;David                : Yes, mum? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mother         : You really disappoint me. Your results are getting worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;David               : But I will only get my report book tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mother         : I know that. But I am going to Hong Kong tomorrow, so I am scolding you now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A mother and son were doing dishes while the father and daughter were watching TV in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a loud crash of breaking plates, then complete silence.&lt;br /&gt;The daughter turned to look at her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter : It's mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Father     : How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Daughter : She didn't say anything!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&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/3391515081933498101-2672568477077233759?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/2672568477077233759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=2672568477077233759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2672568477077233759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2672568477077233759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-laugh.html' title='A Quick Laugh'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-4660644208269922774</id><published>2009-02-19T07:14:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:53:26.706+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>A 'Love' Talk</title><content type='html'>One night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat with one of my girl friends, talking about guys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;this is the most fave topic for girls :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me things she wants to know about guys ... how about this ... how about that ... how do I know if ... why is it like that ... how does it look when I ... How do you know whether ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*standard questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, my boy friends also ask me questions about girls &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*this is also the most favorable topic for guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talk about love ... confusing &amp;amp; indescribable. They look for love. They wanna know everything about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those things above make me think:&lt;br /&gt;~ When you find your love ... how does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;~ When you get your soul mate ... then what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;~ When you feel your true love ... is it the end of the conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3391515081933498101-4660644208269922774?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/4660644208269922774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=4660644208269922774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/4660644208269922774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/4660644208269922774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-night.html' title='A &apos;Love&apos; Talk'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-5179496256660297055</id><published>2009-02-18T17:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:55:26.723+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>Hundredth time</title><content type='html'>Dear my baby boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love the movie soooooooo much but I don’t think that I can make it anymore. We’ve been watching that for hundred times this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy … I really wanna accompany you while you are watching movies, but it seems that I don’t wanna make it become the thousand times   c”,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have one request: Would you please pick up another title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*He really likes to watch Disney’s The Cars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-5179496256660297055?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/5179496256660297055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=5179496256660297055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/5179496256660297055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/5179496256660297055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/hundredth-time.html' title='Hundredth time'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-1135929949660606945</id><published>2009-02-18T16:43:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:30:32.269+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>18 years ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once upon a night-time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw pernah dijambak dan dijewer&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;sapa yg suka jambak lo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sm bu lisa dijewer cambang&lt;br /&gt;bu dede di jambak&lt;br /&gt;sm bu lina disayang&lt;br /&gt;*halahhhh haha&lt;br /&gt;eh iy gw jd ingettt&lt;br /&gt;gw beneran disayanggggggg&lt;br /&gt;gw inget, gw disuruh apa ya yg tiap pagi itu&lt;br /&gt;cek tandatangan ato buku tugas&lt;br /&gt;trus bukatutup lemari dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astaga ... gue aja blank ga inget apa2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi suddenly i remember that&lt;br /&gt;small part of what i did&lt;br /&gt;hihi iya gak&lt;br /&gt;kl pagi2 biasa disuruh kumpulin apa sih&lt;br /&gt;tdtngn ulangan gitu ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seinget gue dulu lo 'galak' bener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galak? masa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iye ... meja pake digaris batas segala&lt;br /&gt;ga boleh lewat&lt;br /&gt;apaan tuh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah? serius? huahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serius&lt;br /&gt;ada yg msh inget loh sama kelakuan lo dulu&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa lagi ayoh crita2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;rada 'nyolot' juga ... (masa cowok2 galak, sih?)&lt;br /&gt;ya gitu deh, kesenggol dikit, marah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh lu salahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;bukan gw kaliiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;bukan erwin guaaaaaaaa kan ada lagi erwin yg laennnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha ga ngakuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;erwin yg tulisannya kaya 'rumput' itu kan cuma satu&lt;br /&gt;beli penggaris panjang trs ditaro di tengah2 meja buat bates&lt;br /&gt;pake ngancem "kalo lewat bates ini ... awas lo yah!!!"&lt;br /&gt;hihihihih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lu exxxxxxxxxxageratingggg&lt;br /&gt;huahuahua&lt;br /&gt;astaga.. did i do that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trs kl dapet ulg / PR /PS yg udah dinilai&lt;br /&gt;lgs cepet2 diumpetin ke tas&lt;br /&gt;takut diliat nilainya .... hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh ngibulllllllll&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;*in denial mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beneran&lt;br /&gt;ingetan gue masih tajeeeeeem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi&lt;br /&gt;ingetnya yang jelek2 nih&lt;br /&gt;penggaris&lt;br /&gt;ngancem&lt;br /&gt;ngumpetin pr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha why did i do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krn lo ga mau nilai lo diliat orang&lt;br /&gt;apalagi yg lo anggep 'saingan'&lt;br /&gt;gitchuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lu ya saingan gw ?&lt;br /&gt;haha oh my my.. lucunya gua duluu haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga tau deh ... kan lo yg anggep&lt;br /&gt;gue kan ga ngerasaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhh mau back to the past&lt;br /&gt;brp taon lalu tuh ya&lt;br /&gt;20 ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya kali ... lupa...&lt;br /&gt;lucu yah kl inget2 lagi&lt;br /&gt;tingkah anak2 kecil suka aneh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya sih&lt;br /&gt;br brasa aneh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ntar jangan cengar cengir pas pulang&lt;br /&gt;inget penggaris&lt;br /&gt;batas meja&lt;br /&gt;umpetin kertas ulg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe&lt;br /&gt;it was me&lt;br /&gt;huahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha lo inget2 lagi deh&lt;br /&gt;sapa tau ada enlightenment about ur past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lu salah org kali&lt;br /&gt;gw yakin lu salah orang&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaga&lt;br /&gt;berani jamin&lt;br /&gt;*ih .. masih ga ngaku&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wekk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngancemnya pake bisik2&lt;br /&gt;supaya ga kedengeran guru&lt;br /&gt;wakakakakakaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr.E says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah boong luu haha&lt;br /&gt;hmm kayanya percakapan hr ini&lt;br /&gt;boleh dimasukin blog&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mizz Cicil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;lo masukin deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*eh, beneran dimasukkin blog    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;c",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mr.E for the editing process&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-1135929949660606945?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/1135929949660606945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=1135929949660606945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/1135929949660606945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/1135929949660606945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/18-years-ago.html' title='18 years ago..'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-7151379705161750910</id><published>2009-02-18T07:33:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:51:38.183+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I ...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't like myself and it's making me sad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't want to go to where we first met&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't want to remember all the things we've done&lt;br /&gt;Coz sometimes when I do that I get this pain inside&lt;br /&gt;And I want to run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run to where I'm safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;Safe from all the things you've told me&lt;br /&gt;Run away from all this pain&lt;br /&gt;Coz you were never there to hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know myself and I feel surprised&lt;br /&gt;About the things that I did to keep you until I realized&lt;br /&gt;That you were never there for me when I needed you the most&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm free ... can do what I want&lt;br /&gt;I still ask myself what I've lost ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when I needed you when I felt too bad?&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been in my darkest hours when I felt so sad?&lt;br /&gt;That I could not be in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I know it hurts, sometimes I feel deserted&lt;br /&gt;But where were you when I needed you?&lt;br /&gt;Same Old Blues ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Gil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-9081967266831528027</id><published>2009-02-17T14:23:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:53:10.003+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>I often wonder what "The Past" really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to forget all of things happened in my past and just walk away?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to remember all those things and keep them inside my head?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to ignore and pretend that those things never existed?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to regret all those things I did and those I didn't do?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to remember but I forget&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to forget but I remember&lt;br /&gt;When I want to remember, I think I want to forget&lt;br /&gt;When I want to forget, I think I want to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's complicated ... or do I make it complicated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-9081967266831528027?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/9081967266831528027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=9081967266831528027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/9081967266831528027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/9081967266831528027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/past.html' title='The Past'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-1581110331690846569</id><published>2009-02-10T17:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:31:56.737+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>Pleaseeee deh …</title><content type='html'>Buat yang nyetir di jalan ... pleaseeee deh ... kalo nyetir tuh matanya dipake. Jangan cuma pake nyali aja donk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan bukan punya bapak moyang lo, bisa seenak udelnya kowe… Pleaseee deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo mo belok, mbok ya lampu sen dipake donk, jangan buat pajangan doank.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo mo berenti, mbok ya minggir donk, jangan berenti di tengah jalan.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo mo nyalip, dari kanan donk … kalo dari kiri kan bahaya… gimana sih?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus yah, kalo gue mo belok, lo jangan nyalip jalan gue donk. Ntar gue tabrak baru tau rasa loh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gue mo nyalip, lo jangan ikutan nyalip gue donk, gimana sih?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Galak bener yah gue?&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/3391515081933498101-1581110331690846569?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/1581110331690846569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=1581110331690846569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/1581110331690846569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/1581110331690846569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/pleaseeee-deh.html' title='Pleaseeee deh …'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-2818874538903353201</id><published>2009-01-22T21:12:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:10:44.889+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I need to take a break from this life. Life is not as easy as I always think. I try to think positively as usual, but sometimes I find out that life is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories ... are the only things that make me happy. They are precious to me. Without memories, my life would be empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present ... is the only thing that makes me think. Thinking of how I will survive. Thinking of how I will arrange my life. Wondering of how my life will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future ... is the only thing that can surprise me. No one can think what life will be. No one can predict the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret ... is the only thing I wanna avoid.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna regret my life. Nor try to change what had happened to me. Although the world is not fair to me, I will try to understand why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-2818874538903353201?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/2818874538903353201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=2818874538903353201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2818874538903353201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2818874538903353201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-need-to-take-break-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-6133156254579284799</id><published>2008-12-22T23:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:51:00.336+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>The Oxford Dictionary's latest definition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atom Bomb&lt;/span&gt;: An invention to end all inventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;: Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cigarette&lt;/span&gt;: A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end and a fool on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classic&lt;/span&gt;: A book which people praise, but do not read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Committee&lt;/span&gt;: Individuals who can do nothing individually; and sit to decide that nothing can be done together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compromise&lt;/span&gt;: The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conference&lt;/span&gt;:  The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conference Room&lt;/span&gt;: A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Criminal&lt;/span&gt;: A guy no different from the rest....except that he got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dictionary&lt;/span&gt; : A place where success comes before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diplomat&lt;/span&gt;: A person who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divorce &lt;/span&gt;: Future tense of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you with his bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etc&lt;/span&gt;: A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experience&lt;/span&gt;: The name men give to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt; : A banker provided by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lecture&lt;/span&gt;: An art of transferring information from the notes of the lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through the minds of either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miser&lt;/span&gt; : A person who lives poor so that he can die rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Office&lt;/span&gt;: A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opportunist&lt;/span&gt; : A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally falls into a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Optimist&lt;/span&gt;: A person who while falling from Eiffel Tower says in midway "See I am not injured yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philosopher&lt;/span&gt;: A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of when dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Politicia&lt;/span&gt;n: One who shakes your hand before elections and your confidence after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;: A curve that can set a lot of things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt; : The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine water power ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yawn&lt;/span&gt;: The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-6133156254579284799?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/6133156254579284799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=6133156254579284799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/6133156254579284799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/6133156254579284799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/12/oxford-dictionarys-latest-definition.html' title='The Oxford Dictionary&apos;s latest definition'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-2530821389706715034</id><published>2008-12-22T23:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:46:13.032+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>Nama - Nama Pria Jawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Herman&lt;br /&gt;Biar jadi orang yang berwibawa .... Jaiman&lt;br /&gt;Biar awet muda ...... Boiman&lt;br /&gt;Biar jadi tentara .... Warman&lt;br /&gt;Biar jadi orang Bali . Nyoman&lt;br /&gt;Biar jadi orang Sunda ... Maman&lt;br /&gt;Biar lincah seperti monyet....Hanoman&lt;br /&gt;Biar tetep tinggal di Jogja .... Sleman&lt;br /&gt;Biar jadi tukang sepatu handal .... Soleman&lt;br /&gt;Biar tetep bisa jalan walau ndak pake mesin .... Delman&lt;br /&gt;Biar anaknya bisa menjadi Presiden sekaligus Kyai...ABDULRAHMAN.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, kadang-kadang juga cerminan dari "hobi" atau "core competence"&lt;br /&gt;ortunya:&lt;br /&gt;Suka makan toge goreng, Tugiman&lt;br /&gt;Selalu ketagihan, Tuman&lt;br /&gt;Suka telanjang, Nudiman&lt;br /&gt;Selalu sibuk terus, Bisiman&lt;br /&gt;Pinter main game .... Giman&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ngomong ketinggalan jaman...Basiman&lt;br /&gt;Juara cuti .... Sutiman&lt;br /&gt;Juragan sate .... Satiman&lt;br /&gt;Juragan terasi .... Tarsiman&lt;br /&gt;Pinter memecahkan problem ... Sukarman&lt;br /&gt;Pinter bikin jus .... Yusman&lt;br /&gt;Pemain musik . Basman&lt;br /&gt;Suka ke bar ....Barman&lt;br /&gt;Suka asinan....Asiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-2530821389706715034?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/2530821389706715034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=2530821389706715034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2530821389706715034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2530821389706715034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2009/02/nama-nama-pria-jawa.html' title='Nama - Nama Pria Jawa'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-8931519666221040442</id><published>2008-12-20T03:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:46:58.243+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Reflections'/><title type='text'>Simple Plan - Perfect</title><content type='html'>“Perfect”&lt;div class="bText"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey dad look at me&lt;br /&gt;Think back and talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Did I grow up according to plan?&lt;br /&gt;And do you think I’m wasting my time doing things I wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when you disapprove all along&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And now I try hard to make it&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make you proud&lt;br /&gt;I’m never gonna be good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t pretend that&lt;br /&gt;I’m alright&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t change me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;‘Cuz we lost it all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s just too late and&lt;br /&gt;We can’t go back&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be perfect&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I try not to think&lt;br /&gt;About the pain I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Did you know you used to be my hero?&lt;br /&gt;All the days you spent with me&lt;br /&gt;Now seem so far away&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like you don’t care anymore&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And now I try hard to make it&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make you proud&lt;br /&gt;I’m never gonna be good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand another fight&lt;br /&gt;And nothing’s alright&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;‘Cuz we lost it all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s just too late and&lt;br /&gt;We can’t go back&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be perfect&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nothing’s gonna change the things that you said&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s gonna make this right again&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t turn your back&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it’s hard&lt;br /&gt;Just to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t understand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;‘Cuz we lost it all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s just too late and&lt;br /&gt;We can’t go back&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be perfect&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;‘Cuz we lost it all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s just too late and&lt;br /&gt;We can’t go back&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be perfect&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lagu ini bercerita bagaimana perasaan seorang anak kepada orangtuanya (ayahnya)–"Hey dad look at me". Anak ini sangat ingin menjadi anak yang dapat membanggakan ayahnya–"Did I grow up according to plan?". Dan ingin mengikuti semua rencana ayahnya dalam hidup anak ini. Ia berusaha sangat keras untuk bisa menjadi nomor satu–"And now I try hard to make it. I just want to make you proud".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="bMore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a id="more93" name="more93"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Namun ternyata sang anak ingin mencoba membanggakan ayahnya dengan caranya sendiri yang ternyata tidak terlalu disukai oleh ayahnya. Si anak berusaha berkarya dan berekspresi dengan caranya sendiri namun ayahnya tidak menyetujui segala kegiatannya yang dianggap kurang baik oleh ayahnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayahnya ingin si anak menjadi sempurna dalam berbagai hal. Namun hal ini tidak bisa diwujudkan oleh si anak–"I’m sorry I can’t be perfect". Dan karena kesalahan si anak tersebut maka sang ayah menjadi marah dan hubungan mereka menjadi tidak terlalu baik semenjak itu. Dan semenjak hal itu juga hubungan mereka makin menjauh dan jauh. Mereka jadi jarang berbicara–"Think back and talk to me".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lagu ini juga merupakan permintaan maaf dari si anak kepada ayahnya bahwa ia tidak bisa menjadi sempurna dalam berbagai hal yang diinginkan si ayah. Anak ini sudah berusaha semaksimal mungkin untuk mewujudkan semua keinginan ayahnya namun masih selalu saja dianggap kurang oleh ayahnya yang mungkin sangat perfeksionis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lagu ini ada archetype innocent. Oleh karena itu mereka sangat mudah percaya pada orang lain, karena merasa bahwa semua orang adalah baik. Harapan, kenaifan dan optimistik adalah ciri khas dari individu innocent, mereka sadar bahwa kebahagiaan datang dari menghidupkan hal-hal sederhana. Individu dengan archetype innocent cenderung memperhatikan kebaikan, apa yang dapat dipercaya dan bermanfaat dalam hidup dan dalam diri orang lain, dan mereka melupakan adanya sisi bahaya, ancaman dari orang lain, dan bagaimana sulit dan kerasnya hidup untuk orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Innocent sangat berusaha semaksimal mungkin untuk bisa membahagiakan orang lain, karena dengan melihat orang lain bahagia maka mereka percaya mereka akan menjadi bahagia juga. Dalam hal ini si anak ingin menjadi kebahagiaan si ayah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lagu ini juga ada archetype warrior, karena mempunyai atau berkeinginan untuk mempunyai kemampuan untuk membela idealisme yang dianut, untuk membela diri sendiri, sesama, dan melakukan apapun untuk sukses, terlepas dari perasaan takut dan lelah yang harus dihadapi, seorang warrior akan berusaha mencapai tujuan tersebut. Si anak berusaha membela dirinya dengan menunjukkan pada ayahnya semua hasil karyanya dan hasil-hasil yang telah dicapai si anak, walaupun sang ayah masih menggangap kurang hal tersebut. Namun si anak masih tetap berusaha mencapai tujuannya dengan cara apapun untuk bisa membanggakan ayahnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hal ini pernah saya alami dahulu. Karena menjadi anak pertama dari tiga bersaudara cukup menjadi patokan awal dalam keluarga. Ayah saya menuntut saya untuk bisa mencapai semua hal yang baik, agar nantinya adik-adik saya bisa mengikuti jejak saya. Karena dahulu ayah saya dan ibu saya adalah anak yang tertua dan mereka bisa menjadi contoh yang baik kepada adik-adik mereka. Ayah saya ingin saya bisa ,mencapai hasil-hasil yang maksimal agar adik saya juga terpacu untuk mencapai hal yang sama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hal ini tidak hanya dituntut dalam pendidikan namun juga semua hal, baik sikap dan perbuatan yang aku lakukan. Harus bisa mencerminkan seorang kakak yang baik. Saya sempat berpikir bahwa saya bukan ayah saya yang selalu sempurna dalam berbagai hal. Ia mendapat nilai-nilai tertinggi di sekolah dan lulus kuliah cumlaude. Saya punya cara saya sendiri dalam menjalani hidup saya. Dan saya sempat berpikir bahwa saya bisa menjadi seorang pecundang yang selalu kalah dan salah. Apalagi saya sempat berpikir bahwa bila sudah gagal maka semua rencana akan berantakan dan semua usaha akan menjadi sia-sia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Namun di akhir cerita, kami tidak lalu menjadi jauh dan tetap berkomunikasi. Kami pun bertukar pikiran dan ayah saya bisa mengerti saya demikan pula sebaliknya. Saya tetap melakukan yang terbaik dari diri saya dan meskipun gagal kami menganggapnya sebagai kesuksesan yang tertunda dan tidak berarti saya menjadi pecundang namun saya harus bisa belajar dari pengalaman-pengalaman saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://blogs.rumahbelajarpsikologi.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-8931519666221040442?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/8931519666221040442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=8931519666221040442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/8931519666221040442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/8931519666221040442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/simple-plan-perfect.html' title='Simple Plan - Perfect'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-8045474270728561074</id><published>2008-11-20T02:46:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:32:41.777+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>Bingung</title><content type='html'>Bingung ... apakah itu? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(nggak bisa jawab ... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung ... apa yang membuatku bingung? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(mmm ... apa yah?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... nggak ngerti juga...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung ... mengapa itu selalu terjadi padaku? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(nggak tau deh, udah dari sono-nya begini ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung ... adakah hal - hal yang tidak membuatku bingung? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(sepertinya tidak ada...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung ... bagaimana supaya aku tidak bingung lagi? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(kalo bisa jawab, ga bingung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;lagi donk ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung ... ???!!!??? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(udah ah, jadi tambah bingung neeeeh ...)&lt;br /&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/3391515081933498101-8045474270728561074?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/8045474270728561074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=8045474270728561074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/8045474270728561074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/8045474270728561074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/bingung.html' title='Bingung'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-729716963867711829</id><published>2008-11-05T23:56:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:12:04.518+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Reflections'/><title type='text'>Ayah, maafkan aku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have no idea whether this story is true or not. However, this is such a good reflection for parents out there who still don't understand how to treat their children. Read the story by heart ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati2 dengan kebanggaan barang sendiri melebihi kasih sayang dengan anak...... jadi ada sesuatu yang aneh yang membuat kita emosi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah sudah berapa kali aku menerima kiriman email berisi cerita berikut ini. Namun setiap kali aku membacanya, air mata ini tak terasa selalu berlinang. Semoga bisa jadi nasehat bagiku, dalam mendidik anak ku. Berikut ceritanya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepasang suami isteri - seperti pasangan lain di kota-kota besar meninggalkan anak-anak diasuh pembantu rumah sewaktu bekerja. Anak tunggal pasangan ini, perempuan cantik berusia tiga setengah tahun. Sendirian ia di rumah dan kerap kali dibiarkan pembantunya karena sibuk bekerja di dapur. Bermainlah dia bersama ayun-ayunan di atas buaian yang dibeli ayahnya, ataupun memetik bunga dan lain-lain di halaman rumahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari dia melihat sebatang paku karat. Dan ia pun mencoret lantai tempat mobil ayahnya  diparkirkan, tetapi karena lantainya terbuat dari marmer maka coretan tidak kelihatan. Dicobanya lagi pada mobil baru ayahnya. Ya... karena mobil itu bewarna gelap, maka coretannya tampak jelas. Apalagi anak-anak ini pun membuat coretan sesuai dengan kreativitasnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu ayah dan ibunya bermotor ke tempat kerja karena ingin menghindari macet. Setelah sebelah kanan mobil sudah penuh coretan maka ia beralih ke sebelah kiri mobil. Dibuatnya gambar ibu dan ayahnya, gambarnya sendiri, lukisan ayam, kucing dan lain sebagainya mengikut imaginasinya. Kejadian itu berlangsung tanpa disadari oleh si pembantu rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat pulang petang, terkejutlah pasangan suami istri itu melihat mobil yang baru setahun dibeli dengan bayaran angsuran yang masih lama lunasnya. Si bapak yang belum lagi masuk ke rumah ini pun terus menjerit, "Kerjaan siapa ini !!!" Pembantu rumah yang tersentak dengan jeritan itu berlari keluar. Dia juga beristighfar. Mukanya merah padam ketakutan lebih2 melihat wajah bengis tuannya. Sekali lagi diajukan pertanyaan keras kepadanya, dia terus mengatakan ' Saya tidak tahu..tuan." "Kamu dirumah sepanjang hari, apa saja yg kau lakukan?" hardik si isteri lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si anak yang mendengar suara ayahnya, tiba-tiba berlari keluar dari kamarnya. Dengan penuh manja dia berkata "DIta yg membuat gambar itu ayahhh.. cantik ...kan!" katanya sambil memeluk ayahnya sambil bermanja seperti biasa.. Si ayah yang sudah hilang kesabaran mengambil sebatang ranting kecil dari pohon di depan rumahnya, terus dipukulkannya berkali2 ke telapak tangan anaknya. Si anak yang tak mengerti apa apa menagis kesakitan, pedih sekaligus ketakutan. Puas memukul telapak tangan, si ayah memukul pula belakang tangan anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan Si ibu cuma mendiamkan saja, seolah merestui dan merasa puas dengan hukuman yang dikenakan. Pembantu rumah terbengong, tdk tahu hrs berbuat apa... Si ayah cukup lama memukul-mukul tangan kanan dan kemudian ganti tangan kiri anaknya. Setelah si ayah masuk ke rumah diikuti si ibu, pembantu rumah tersebut menggendong anak kecil itu, membawanya ke kamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia terperanjat melihat telapak tangan dan belakang tangan si anak kecil luka2 dan berdarah. Pembantu rumah memandikan anak kecil itu. Sambil menyiramnya dengan air, dia ikut menangis. Anak kecil itu juga menjerit-jerit menahan pedih saat luka2nya itu terkena air. Lalu si pembantu rumah menidurkan anak kecil itu. Si ayah sengaja membiarkan anak itu tidur bersama pembantu rumah. Keesokkan harinya, kedua belah tangan si anak bengkak. Pembantu rumah mengadu ke majikannya. "Oleskan obat saja!" jawab bapak si anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulang dari kerja, dia tidak memperhatikan anak kecil itu yang menghabiskan waktu di kamar pembantu. Si ayah konon mau memberi pelajaran pada anaknya. Tiga hari berlalu, si ayah tidak pernah menjenguk anaknya sementara si ibu juga begitu, meski setiap hari bertanya kepada pembantu rumah. "Dita demam, Bu"...jawab pembantunya ringkas. "Kasih minum panadol aja ," jawab si ibu. Sebelum si ibu masuk kamar tidur dia menjenguk kamar pembantunya. Saat dilihat anaknya Dita dalam pelukan pembantu rumah, dia menutup lagi pintu kamar pembantunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk hari keempat, pembantu rumah memberitahukan tuannya bahwa suhu badan Dita terlalu panas. "Sore nanti kita bawa ke klinik.. Pukul 5.00 sudah siap" kata majikannya itu. Sampai saatnya si anak yang sudah lemah dibawa ke klinik. Dokter mengarahkan agar ia dibawa ke rumah sakit karena keadaannya susah serius. Setelah beberapa hari di rawat inap dokter  memanggil bapak dan ibu anak itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak ada pilihan.." kata dokter tersebut yang mengusulkan agar kedua tangan anak itu dipotong karena sakitnya sudah terlalu parah dan infeksi akut..."Ini sudah bernanah, demi m enyelamatkan nyawanya maka kedua tangannya harus dipotong dari siku ke bawah" kata dokter itu. Si bapak dan ibu bagaikan terkena halilintar mendengar kata-kata itu. Terasa dunia berhenti berputar, tapi apa yg dapat dikatakan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ibu meraung merangkul si anak. Dengan berat hati dan lelehan air mata isterinya, si ayah bergetar tangannya menandatangani surat persetujuan pembedahan. Keluar dari ruang bedah, selepas obat bius yang disuntikkan habis, si anak menangis kesakitan. Dia juga keheranan melihat kedua tangannya berbalut kasa putih. Ditatapnya muka ayah dan ibunya. Kemudian ke wajah pembantu rumah. Dia mengerutkan dahi melihat mereka semua menangis. Dalam siksaan menahan sakit, si anak bersuara dalam linangan air mata. "Ayah.. ibu... Dita tidak akan  melakukannya lagi.... Dita tak mau lagi ayah pukul. Dita tak mau jahat lagi... Dita sayang ayah.. sayang ibu.", katanya berulang kali membuatkan si ibu gagal menahan rasa sedihnya. "Dita juga sayang Mbok Narti.." katanya memandang wajah pembantu rumah, sekaligus membuat wanita itu meraung histeris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayah.. kembalikan tangan Dita. Untuk apa diambil.. Dita janji tidak akan mengulanginya lagi! Bagaimana caranya Dita mau makan nanti?... Bagaimana Dita mau bermain nanti?... Dita janji tdk akan mencoret2 mobil lagi, " katanya berulang-ulang. Serasa hancur hati si ibu mendengar kata-kata anaknya. Meraung2 dia sekuat hati namun takdir yang sudah terjadi tiada manusia dapat menahannya. Nasi sudah jadi bubur. Pada akhirnya si anak cantik itu meneruskan hidupnya tanpa kedua tangan dan ia masih belum mengerti mengapa tangannya tetap harus dipotong meski sudah minta maaf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun demi tahun kedua orang tua tsb menahan kepedihan dan kehancuran bathin sampai suatu saat Sang ayah tak kuat lagi menahan kepedihannya dan wafat diiringi tangis penyesalannya yg tak bertepi..., Namun...., si Anak dengan segala keterbatasan dan kekurangannya tsb tetap hidup tegar bahkan sangat sayang dan selalu merindukan ayahnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Penyesalan selalu datang setelah semuanya terlanjur terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3391515081933498101-729716963867711829?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/729716963867711829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=729716963867711829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/729716963867711829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/729716963867711829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/ayah-maafkan-aku.html' title='Ayah, maafkan aku...'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-6991942397630240835</id><published>2008-11-05T23:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:54:32.318+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Reflections'/><title type='text'>Dear Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is a perfect story - scary, sad, yet true - to reflect. Don't be heartless people ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dear Mommy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Heaven now, sitting on God's lap.&lt;br /&gt;He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken.&lt;br /&gt;I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you  would yell or scream, then cry.&lt;br /&gt;I heard Daddy yelling back.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why you cried so much. One day you  cried almost all of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;That same day, the most horrible thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you never heard me.&lt;br /&gt;The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."&lt;br /&gt;Complete terror is all I felt.&lt;br /&gt;I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Then the monster started ripping my arms off.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.&lt;br /&gt;Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make all your tears go away.&lt;br /&gt;I had so many plans  to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;No use now, for I was dying a painful death.&lt;br /&gt;I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand.&lt;br /&gt;And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.&lt;br /&gt;The angel took me to God and set me on His lap.&lt;br /&gt;He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me.&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "Abortion.  I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what abortion is;   I guess that's the name of the monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you.  I didn't want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Baby Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*** Dear baby girl / baby boy, I am so sorry that your mum and dad are heartless people. May you live in peace in heaven, without feeling such pain anymore ***&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/3391515081933498101-6991942397630240835?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/6991942397630240835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=6991942397630240835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/6991942397630240835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/6991942397630240835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-mum.html' title='Dear Mum'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-8585540822927989094</id><published>2008-11-04T23:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:18:34.550+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>True Love is not Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Give pleasure to each other, but don’t demand it in return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For true love is not desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The stronger the passion, the grater its demands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And the stronger passion’s demands, the greater its emphasis on self-love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not in passion, but in tenderness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In kindness, love finds its ideal expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-8585540822927989094?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/8585540822927989094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=8585540822927989094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/8585540822927989094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/8585540822927989094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-love-is-not-desire.html' title='True Love is not Desire'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-1250123823802159580</id><published>2008-11-04T23:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:26:23.680+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>From my dearest one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge to you my undying and everlasting love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will stand beside you as your protector, and I will stand behind you as your solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please spend and end your life with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-1250123823802159580?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/1250123823802159580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=1250123823802159580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/1250123823802159580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/1250123823802159580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-my-dearest-one.html' title='From my dearest one'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-3896533302901676939</id><published>2008-11-04T20:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:00:08.138+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>Bahagianya menjadi ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bahagianya menjadi seorang wanita yang sudah menjadi istri dari seorang pria yang jujur-baik hati dan penyayang, ibu dari seorang anak yang sehat-lucu-baik-dan cerdas, guru dari anak-anak yang sangat menyenangkan, teman dari orang - orang yang sangat penyayang, saudara dari orang - orang yang sangat perhatian, anak dari orang tua yang sangat istimewa, dan satu lagi ... anak kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benar - benar tidak terbayangkan bahwa saya akan mengalami semua fase yang disebutkan di atas sekaligus. Namun, apapun yang terjadi, saya tidak bisa mengeluh karena saya memang tidak mempunyai pilihan lain selain menjalani semuanya dengan penuh semangat ... dan dengan sisa energi yang ala kadarnya, saya pun harus tetap tersenyum menyambut datangnya hari demi hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang, di dalam benak terbersit keinginan untuk mengakhiri salah satu dari peran - peran di atas. Yang paling membebankan saya adalah menjadi anak kuliah sambil bekerja. Dengan peran dan tanggungjawab yang lumayan dalam pekerjaan, membuat saya merasakan 'beratnya' menuntut ilmu. Keterbatasan waktu dan tenaga yang membuat saya hampir menyerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat ada keinginan untuk menyerah itulah, Tuhan membuka mata hati saya. Seorang teman baru menceritakan masalah - masalah yang dia hadapi kepada saya. Walaupun tidak bercerita secara rinci, namun saya dapat mengartikan bahwa masalah yang dia hadapi kurang lebih sama dengan masalah yang saya hadapi saat itu. Serasa melihat bayangan diri sendiri di dalam cermin, saya dapat membaca masalah - masalah yang diceritakan oleh teman saya itu secara jelas. Akhirnya, saya dapat memberi saran kepada teman saya dan sebenarnya, saran yang saya berikan itu adalah jawaban atas masalah yang saya hadapi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah beberapa kali saya mengalami peristiwa seperti itu. Di saat saya mulai ragu akan diri saya sendiri, tiba - tiba, entah dengan cara apa, Tuhan selalu membuka mata hati saya dan saya pun dapat menemukan jawaban atas masalah saya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua masalah serasa tidak berarti lagi ketika melihat betapa beruntungnya saya mendapat semua kesempatan ini -menjadi istri, ibu, guru, teman, saudara, anak, dan anak kuliah tentunya- dan menyadari betapa banyaknya mereka di luar sana yang kurang dan tidak beruntung seperti saya. Inilah motivasi saya selama ini yang membuat saya bertahan dari segala macam badai dan topan yang menerjang. Saya sadar sesadar-sadarnya bahwa semakin tinggi sebuah pohon, semakin besar angin yang menghantamnya. Saya merasa perlu mengacu dan menerapkan ilmu padi - semakin berisi, semakin menunduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa bahagia hidup saya saat ini ...&lt;br /&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/3391515081933498101-3896533302901676939?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/3896533302901676939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=3896533302901676939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/3896533302901676939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/3896533302901676939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/bahagianya-menjadi.html' title='Bahagianya menjadi ...'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-4538718103062031244</id><published>2008-11-04T20:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:52:52.303+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>Love is ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Love is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is being happy for the other person when they are happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is being sad for the person when they are sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is being together in good times and in bad times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is the source of strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is being honest with yourself at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is being honest with the other person at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is telling, listening, respecting the truth and never pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is the source of reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is an understanding so complete that  you feel as if you are a part of the other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is accepting the other person just the way they are and not trying to change them to be something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is the source of unity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is the freedom to pursue your own desires while sharing your experiences with the other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The growth of one individual alongside of and together with the growth of another individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is the source of success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*** So sweeeeeeet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-4538718103062031244?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/4538718103062031244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=4538718103062031244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/4538718103062031244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/4538718103062031244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-is.html' title='Love is ...'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-7340594802627325166</id><published>2008-11-04T04:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:14:33.121+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>Office scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haste Is Waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A junior manager, a senior manager and their boss are on their way to a meeting. On their way through a park, they come across a wonder lamp. They rub the lamp and a ghost appears. The ghost says, "Normally, one is granted three wishes but as you are three, I will allow one wish each"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the eager senior manager shouted, I want the first wish. I want to be in the Bahamas,&lt;br /&gt;on a fast boat and have no worries. "Pfufffff, and he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the junior manager could not keep quiet and shouted " I want to be in Florida with beautiful girls, plenty of food and cocktails. "Pfufffff, and he was also gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss calmly said," I want these two idiots back in the office after lunch at 12.35pm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story is: " Always allow the bosses to speak first"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss Knows Everything ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen," said the CEO, "this is a very sensitive and important document, and my secretary has left. Can you make this thing work?"&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly," said the young executive.&lt;br /&gt;He turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the start button.&lt;br /&gt;"Excellent, excellent!" said the CEO as his paper disappeared inside the shredder machine.&lt;br /&gt;"I just need one copy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story is: Never, never assume that your BOSS knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*** baru ada 2 stories nih ... kapan2 ditambah lagi deh...&lt;br /&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/3391515081933498101-7340594802627325166?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/7340594802627325166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=7340594802627325166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/7340594802627325166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/7340594802627325166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/office-scenes.html' title='Office scenes'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-7008518160398529376</id><published>2008-11-04T04:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:03:40.122+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Reflections'/><title type='text'>A Good Reflection for ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Here is a story for a good reflection ... just for you, ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATA, TANGAN, DAN KAKI SUAMIKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami saya adalah seorang yang sederhana, saya mencintai sifatnya yang alami dan saya menyukai perasaan hangat yang muncul di perasaan saya, ketika saya bersandar di bahunya yang bidang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga tahun dalam masa perkenalan, dan dua tahun dalam masa pernikahan, saya harus akui, bahwa saya mulai merasa lelah, alasan-alasan saya mencintainya dulu telah berubah menjadi sesuatu yang menjemukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya seorang wanita yang sentimentil dan benar-benar sensitif serta berperasaan halus. Saya merindukan saat-saat romantis seperti seorang anak yang menginginkan permen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi semua itu tidak pernah saya dapatkan. Suami saya jauh berbeda dari yang saya harapkan. Rasa sensitif-nya kurang. Dan ketidakmampuannya dalam menciptakan suasana yang romantis dalam pernikahan kami telah mementahkan semua harapan saya akan cinta yang ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari, saya beranikan diri untuk mengatakan keputusan saya kepadanya, bahwa saya menginginkan perceraian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mengapa?", tanya suami saya dengan terkejut.&lt;br /&gt;"Saya lelah, kamu tidak pernah bisa memberikan cinta yang saya inginkan," jawab saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami saya terdiam dan termenung sepanjang malam di depan komputernya, tampak seolah-olah sedang mengerjakan sesuatu, padahal tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekecewaan saya semakin bertambah, seorang pria yang bahkan tidak dapat mengekspresikan perasaannya, apalagi yang bisa saya harapkan darinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhirnya suami saya bertanya, "Apa yang dapat saya lakukan untuk merubah pikiran kamu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya menatap matanya dalam-dalam dan menjawab dengan pelan,"Saya punya pertanyaan, jika kau dapat menemukan jawabannya di dalam perasaan saya, saya akan merubah pikiran saya :  Seandainya, saya menyukai setangkai bunga indah yg ada di tebing gunung. Kita berdua tahu jika kamu memanjat gunung itu, kamu akan mati. Apakah kamu akan memetik bunga itu untuk saya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia termenung dan akhirnya berkata, "Saya akan memberikan jawabannya besok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan saya langsung gundah mendengar responnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keesokan paginya, dia tidak ada di rumah, dan saya menemukan selembar kertas dengan oret-oretan tangannya di bawah sebuah gelas yang berisi susu hangat yang bertuliskan ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sayang, saya tidak akan mengambil bunga itu untukmu, tetapi ijinkan saya untuk menjelaskan alasannya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalimat pertama ini menghancurkan perasaan saya. Saya melanjutkan untuk membacanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu selalu pegal-pegal pada waktu 'teman baik kamu' datang setiap bulannya, dan saya harus memberikan tangan saya untuk memijat kaki kamu yang pegal."&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu senang diam di rumah, dan saya selalu kuatir kamu akan menjadi 'aneh'. Saya harus membelikan sesuatu yang dapat menghibur kamu di rumah atau meminjamkan lidah saya untuk menceritakan hal-hal lucu yang saya alami."&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu selalu terlalu dekat menonton televisi, terlalu dekat membaca buku, dan itu tidak baik untuk kesehatan mata kamu. Saya harus menjaga mata saya agar ketika kita tua nanti, saya masih dapat menolong mengguntingkan kuku kamu dan mencabuti uban kamu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tangan saya akan memegang tangan kamu, membimbing kamu menelusuri pantai, menikmati matahari pagi dan pasir yang indah. Menceritakan warna-warna bunga yang bersinar dan indah seperti cantiknya wajah kamu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tetapi Sayang, saya tidak akan mengambil bunga indah yang ada di tebing gunung itu hanya untuk mati. Karena, saya tidak sanggup melihat air mata kamu mengalir. "Sayang, saya tahu, ada banyak orang yang bisa mencintai kamu lebih dari saya mencintai kamu. Untuk itu Sayang, jika semua yang telah diberikan tangan saya, kaki saya, mata saya tidak cukup buat kamu, saya tidak bisa menahan kamu untuk mencari tangan, kaki, dan mata lain yang dapat membahagiakan kamu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air mata saya jatuh ke atas tulisannya dan membuat tintanya menjadi kabur tetapi saya tetap berusaha untuk terus membacanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dan sekarang, Sayang, kamu telah selesai membaca jawaban saya. Jika kamu puas dengan semua jawaban ini, dan tetap menginginkan saya untuk tinggal di rumah ini, tolong bukakan pintu rumah kita, saya sekarang sedang berdiri di sana menunggu jawaban kamu."&lt;br /&gt;"Jika kamu tidak puas dengan jawaban saya ini, Sayang, biarkan saya masuk untuk membereskan barang-barang saya, dan saya tidak akan mempersulit hidup kamu. Percayalah, bahagia saya adalah bila kamu bahagia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya segera berlari membuka pintu dan melihatnya berdiri di depan pintu dengan wajah penasaran sambil tangannya memegang susu dan roti kesukaan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kini saya tahu, tidak ada orang yang pernah mencintai saya lebih dari dia mencintai saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah cinta, di saat kita merasa cinta itu telah berangsur-angsur hilang dari perasaan kita, karena kita merasa dia tidak dapat memberikan cinta dalam wujud yang kita inginkan, maka cinta itu sesungguhnya telah hadir dalam wujud lain yang tidak pernah kita bayangkan sebelumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seringkali yang kita butuhkan adalah memahami wujud cinta dari pasangan kita, dan bukan mengharapkan wujud tertentu. Karena cinta tidak selalu harus berwujud "bunga".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** such a deep touchy story&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/3391515081933498101-7008518160398529376?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/7008518160398529376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=7008518160398529376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/7008518160398529376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/7008518160398529376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-reflection-for-ladies.html' title='A Good Reflection for ladies'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-2497758541017464505</id><published>2008-11-04T03:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:04:15.126+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>Small Jokes for Adults (only for adults)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pria bertanya kepada Tuhan, "Tuhan,mengapa Engkau menciptakan wanita begitu cantik?"&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan berkata, "Itu supaya kamu mencintainya."&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi Tuhan", sahut si pria, "mengapa Engkau ciptakan dia begitu tolol?"&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan menjawab, "Itu supaya dia mencintaimu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cewek: Nanti kalo sudah menikah, aku mau berbagi semua kekuatiran dan masalahmu dan membantu meringankan bebanmu.&lt;br /&gt;Cowok: Wah kamu baik sekali. Tapi aku ngga punya kekuatiran atau masalah apapun.&lt;br /&gt;Cewek: Itu kan karena kita belum menikah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Istri: Kamu selalu membawa fotoku didompetmu ke kantor. Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Suami: Supaya kalau ada masalah, seberat apapun, aku akan memandang fotomu dan masalah itupun lenyap.&lt;br /&gt;IstrI: Oh...itu kedengarannya manis sekali. Rupanya fotoku punya pengaruh yang hebat juga ya buatmu.&lt;br /&gt;Suami: Tentu saja. Aku cukup memandang foto itu dan berkata pada diri sendiri: Memangnya masalah apa yg bisa lebih besar dari ini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seorang wanita bermimpi di tengah malam dan tiba-tiba berteriak, "Cepat bangun! Suamiku kembali!"&lt;br /&gt;Pria di sampingnya cepat-cepat bangun, melompat dari jendela, lalu sadar: "Sialan! Aku ini suaminya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Mama, tadi waktu di angkot sama papa, dia minta saya nyerahin tempat duduk saya buat penumpang cewek.&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Itu memang sikap yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Tapi Ma, aku kan duduk di pangkuan Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mama: ?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seorang pria yg baru saja merit bertanya kepada istrinya: "Seandainya tadinya Papaku ngga mewariskan kekayaan kepadaku, apa kamu mau juga menikah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sayang", jawab si istri, "Aku tetap menikahi kamu, ngga peduli siapa yang mewariskan kekayaan padamu"&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Wawancara dengan jutawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Siapa yang Anda anggap berjasa atas keadaan Anda yg sekarang berstatus jutawan?&lt;br /&gt;J: Istri saya.&lt;br /&gt;T: Wow...pastilah dia wanita hebat. Bisakah Anda menceritakan keadaan Anda sebelumnyua?&lt;br /&gt;J: Sebelumnya saya milyarder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suami: Bagaimana kalau kita berganti posisi malam ini?&lt;br /&gt;Istri    : Itu ide bagus - kamu berdiri disamping meja setrikaan dan aku duduk di sofa.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***Just jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/3391515081933498101-2497758541017464505?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/2497758541017464505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=2497758541017464505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2497758541017464505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/2497758541017464505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/small-jokes-for-adults-only-for-adults.html' title='Small Jokes for Adults (only for adults)'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-92291095749234472</id><published>2008-11-02T22:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:04:50.499+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Laugh'/><title type='text'>Ngilangin stress, ah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Teacher: History is a very interesting subject. It tells you about what had happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Please teacher, I don't think I want to study history.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Because there is no future in it.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Father: Why did you fail your Math test?&lt;br /&gt;Son    : On Monday, teacher said 3+5=8&lt;br /&gt;Father: So?&lt;br /&gt;Son    : On Tuesday, she said 4+4=8. And on Wednesday, she said 6+2=8. If she can't make up her mind, how do I know the right answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Simon, your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;Simon   : No, teacher. It's the same dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Father: Your teacher says she finds it's impossible to teach you anything!&lt;br /&gt;Son    : That's why I say she's no good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was asking her class, "What is the difference between 'unlawful' and 'illegal'?"&lt;br /&gt;Only one hand shot up. "Ok, answer, Joan," said the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;"'unlawful' is when you do something the law doesn't allow and 'illigal' is a sick eagle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A boy came home from school with his exam results.&lt;br /&gt;"What did you get, son?" asked his father.&lt;br /&gt;"My marks are under water," said the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"What do you mean 'under water'?"&lt;br /&gt;"They are all below 'C' (sea) level."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*** hahahahahaha ....&lt;br /&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/3391515081933498101-92291095749234472?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/92291095749234472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=92291095749234472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/92291095749234472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/92291095749234472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/ngilangin-stress-ah.html' title='Ngilangin stress, ah'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-904163741004047262</id><published>2008-06-09T22:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:08:07.222+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Emotions'/><title type='text'>It's Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Can't figure out who I am ... It's so complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am easy to get to know but I am difficult to know myself.&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of a mirror, looking who's inside there.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the prettiest of all?", I said, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the person standing in front of me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*** What a big mistake I stand in front of the mirror. Still can't figure out who she is.&lt;br /&gt;*** sigh ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3391515081933498101-904163741004047262?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/904163741004047262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=904163741004047262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/904163741004047262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/904163741004047262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s Complicated'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391515081933498101.post-3012694725446315987</id><published>2008-06-09T20:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:41:27.984+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Based on Birth Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws[1] and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat[2] and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone[3] to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very Stubborn[4] and money cautious[5].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Showing anger easily. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Learns to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCH: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint! . Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friend. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave[6] and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty[7]. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty[8] and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEPTEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Trustworthy, loyal and honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCTOBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves him. Loves to takes things at the center. Attractive and suave. Inner and physical beauty. Does not lie or pretend. Sympathetic. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated[9]. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance[10]. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Soft-spoken, loving and caring Romantic !!! Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift[11]. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciates praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECEMBER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hmmm ... bener enggaknya, analisa sendiri aja yah.&lt;br /&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/3391515081933498101-3012694725446315987?l=cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/feeds/3012694725446315987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3391515081933498101&amp;postID=3012694725446315987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/3012694725446315987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391515081933498101/posts/default/3012694725446315987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicilyalamuda.blogspot.com/2008/11/character-based-on-birth-month.html' title='Character Based on Birth Month'/><author><name>Mizz Cicil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466585425729667274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u07Pm39tsV0/SXNmAcHpM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3rw1ug514Sw/S220/19994452.YellowMum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
