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Blogger.</description><title>Perfect Words</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @cantika)</generator><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>formspring.me</title><description>&lt;p&gt;To ask is to know &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/cantikapr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/cantikapr" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/cantikapr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/310679306</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/310679306</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 10:55:44 +0700</pubDate><category>formspring.me</category></item><item><title>formspring.me</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/cantikapr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/cantikapr" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/cantikapr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/307897945</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/307897945</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 19:15:49 +0700</pubDate><category>formspring.me</category></item><item><title>What Christmas means to me</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kur9j7EhNY1qzb8lw.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As Christmas creeps closer and closer, I just go to thinking as to what Christmas means to me. Honestly, I haven’t had a merry Christmas since I got back to Indonesia (year 2006 hmm ya ya ). I figured that it’s time for me to change what Christmas should be like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No more sadness, no more tears… I just want a merry Christmas. It is His birthday and I should be celebrating it by being happy with my family. I will admit that I have shunned myself for a few Christmases because I &lt;i&gt;was that homesick.&lt;/i&gt; Even today I still feel homesick.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I just miss finding a reason to wear a coat, I miss feeling the cold wind pierce through my face, I miss the smell of hot cocoa and sitting by the window looking out thinking what Santa’s going to give me for Christmas during Christmas Eve.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I miss baking croissants and eating it while it’s hot with my sister during Christmas morning, I miss making mashed potatoes and cutting up ham into bits only to find my father not liking honey-baked ham. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I miss calling Shana for hours and asking what she’s doing. I miss going to the Forum with Shana and just walk around while going to Claire’s looking at what we can buy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I miss Christmas shopping for my teachers and friends and seeing their faces light up when they see the gift. I miss trading gifts and opening it during Christmas day and showing off the gift to my family. =)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I miss it all and now I lost it all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don’t bake anything anymore nor do we serve honey-baked ham. I don’t have Shana to spend my Christmas with and I don’t Christmas shop anymore. &lt;b&gt;The feeling of Christmas is gone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I prayed upon a star so I can find new things for a more meaningful Christmas.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;I got an answer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok, so I’m not saying I won’t be homesick… but at least Christmas means something &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Christmas means spending the few days I don’t have often with my family; it means going to malls with my girlfriends and finally &lt;i&gt;enjoying &lt;/i&gt;the little things shops do to celebrate Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh Christmas, &lt;i&gt;I do love you&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/286307695</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/286307695</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 00:38:25 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>gearing up for love</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As many of you already know, I’ve probably already said that 2010 is guna be a &lt;b&gt;great &lt;/b&gt;year. I feel something awaiting for me in the upcoming year (which is soon). Oh so exciting!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2010 is not guna be an ordinary year. It will be different. It’s no more about not doing anything, but about doing something.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. Singapore, Singapore, Singapore!!!!!&lt;br/&gt;2. Bali in June baby!! Hell yeah!&lt;br/&gt;3. Paint my room soft green.&lt;br/&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Start blind dating&lt;/b&gt;… shocking to some, but it’s true.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I guess I’m just sick and tired of feeling alone and jealous of seeing other people having a love life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have no love life and have had &lt;b&gt;none &lt;/b&gt;for 19 years. It’s time to take action. Since I’ve been inspired and motivated by a television show [silly i know] called &lt;i&gt;Date Patrol&lt;/i&gt;, it hit me! If a 27-year-old divorcee can get a relli cute guy by taking a chance on love and flirting, then I certainly can too!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m still young and fed up with whining. I realized [i have many realizations lately] that I talk and complain about how dull my love life is yet I have never done anything about it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is time to make a change!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/277470017</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/277470017</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:25:15 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>“In the cookies of life, friends are the chocolate...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuc8ov1zeX1qzd5eno1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“In the cookies of life, friends are the chocolate chips.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Unknown&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/274705534</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/274705534</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 21:38:55 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>loveliness</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kua755ML3Z1qzb8lw.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Love is not getting, but giving, not a wild dream of pleasure, and madness of desire— it is goodness, and honor, and peace and pure living.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Henry van Dyke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No words describe things better than this:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br/&gt;And now I found ya&lt;br/&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br/&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maybe soon it’ll be hugging my own guy and holding his hands… Amen. =)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/273113546</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/273113546</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 19:08:00 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God."</title><description>“I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sir Thomas Browne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/268893219</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/268893219</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 17:12:00 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>What my Mama told me</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So I talked to my mom on the phone yesterday and it was a blissful conversation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m &lt;i&gt;looking forward &lt;/i&gt;to 2010. Do come faster, Baby New Year!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Iya dede pesan tiket pesawat sekarang mumpung lagi promosi…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom: &lt;/b&gt;Oh yaudah, kamu atur aja. Yaudah… mama mau urusin anak kamu (my dogs) dulu.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;*almost hung up the phone*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Eh ma ma ma… kalau dede k Singapur, masih ke Bali kan nantinya?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mama: &lt;/b&gt;Ha? Oh, iya iya masih jadi.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Yay! Dede cuman mau check aja. hehe&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesssss!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/238601536</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/238601536</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 08:17:00 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Luke 11:9-13</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Here’s a few words from Injil Matius. I love this part of the Holy Bible [not trying to go all religious on you people], and I believe in it &lt;b&gt;strongly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mintalah, maka akan diberikan kepadamu;&lt;br/&gt;Carilah, maka kamu akan mendapat;&lt;br/&gt;Ketoklah, maka pintu akan dibukakan bagimu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Karena setiap orang yang meminta, menerima, dan setiap orang yang mencari, mendapat, dan setiap orang yg mengetok, baginya pintu dibukakan.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Indeed it is true. Thank you Lord. I will doubt You no longer.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/233988626</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/233988626</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 22:43:00 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Gulp gulp...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I smile thinking of him cuz it makes me happy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know I like him but I’m afraid. Just like most crushes, I’m afraid of it not working out again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear. &lt;/b&gt;It’s what’s keeping me back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taking a leap &lt;/i&gt;is what I want to do but only if it means you’ll be mine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don’t know what the future holds and I’m terrified.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m not the type who can sit back and relax on unanswered questions and uncertainty.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But you, Mr. Z, is floating around inside my head. In class I look at the board but what I think of is &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Indeed I am happy to feel this way again. It’s exhilarating, truly!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don’t know if you’ll ever be mine or if you like me back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;So pardon me while I watch from a distance and let life &lt;b&gt;pass me by &lt;/b&gt;without making an effort in getting closer to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/231574772</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/231574772</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 13:04:00 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>What is this feeling?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Is it just me?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or does he feel it too?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do I want this?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why am I so confused?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Can’t this brick wall just fall down and let me take chance on love again?!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel it&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can’t &lt;i&gt;deny&lt;/i&gt; it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes, I do like you, Mister X.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/230789231</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/230789231</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:50:31 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>A whirlwind kind of life</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Wow! I’m finally writing something down instead of just posting quotes off my favorite quote website. lol.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A lot has happened recently in my life. Well not necessarily, but I’ve done a lot of activities and been part of a few events.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First of, GINTRE. Like wow! Totally &lt;b&gt;tiring and hellish, &lt;/b&gt;but well worth the pain and stress! I’ll miss working with the girls, but I see them around campus anyway so it’s okay. lol!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Second of, UTS PrakDip. Today was so much fun! We are soooo together as a team (far beyond what I had expected, honestly). It wasn’t tiring for us, as much as it was rather &lt;i&gt;boring &lt;/i&gt;sitting in the seat listening to ‘06 talk about Services. Hmm ya ya…&lt;br/&gt;But honestly, I enjoyed it and it was just real fun! Protocol is the bomb-diggity!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Personal moment:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In my little group of friends, Cupid has shot its love arrow and hit Dea whilst another love arrow still remains in Abie’s heart.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I just got to thinking, I want a boyfriend. Okay, not necessarily that part; I just want somebody to love (besides family and friends) and somebody to love me back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s been awhile since I’ve cared oh so deeply for anyone. Even though I have this gut instinct that my &lt;i&gt;special someone &lt;/i&gt;isn’t in FISIP UNPAR, I won’t give up. I believe someone is out there but it’s beyond frustrating having to wait and find a guy to like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s not that I need a life to steer my thoughts away from &lt;i&gt;wanting a guy &lt;/i&gt;since it can be distracting, but this time… I relli do want a guy to call my own.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Boys boys… I &lt;b&gt;can certainly &lt;/b&gt;live &lt;i&gt;without &lt;/i&gt;them, but I just &lt;b&gt;choose not to&lt;/b&gt;. lol!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/226865516</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/226865516</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 18:59:00 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was..."</title><description>““Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;C.S. Lewis (via &lt;a href="http://kari-shma.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;kari-shma&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;quote-book&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/219053767</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/219053767</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 20:34:11 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Circle of girlfriends!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="400" width="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/gueswho90/DSC00611.jpg" align="left"/&gt;&lt;img height="400" width="450" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/gueswho90/DSC01226.jpg" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="400" width="300" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/gueswho90/DSC01592.jpg" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="400" width="300" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v255/gueswho90/DSC01795.jpg" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My friends… No, my best friends.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My biggest fans.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My sisters.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My supporter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My shoulder to lean on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My thigh to sleep on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My savior when I’m blue.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My sun when there’s no light.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My bank to loan money from when I’m broke. lol.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My girls… Ya’ll are truly something special.&lt;br/&gt;I have been profoundly blessed by the Lord for having all of you in my life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel safe knowing that when I’m in deep trouble or when I’m having to go through obstacles in life, ya’ll are there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“And I don’t try to hide my tears&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The secrets, all my deepest fears&lt;br/&gt;Through it all nobody gets me like you do”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- from Taylor Swift’s song &lt;i&gt;I’m Only Me When I’m With You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/214665189</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/214665189</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:15:00 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>To whom it may concern</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I try not to think&lt;br/&gt;About the pain I feel inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Did you know you used to be my hero?&lt;br/&gt;All the days you spend with me&lt;br/&gt;Now seem so far away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it feels like you don’t care anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And now I try hard to make it &lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just want to make you proud &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m never gonna be good enough for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can’t stand another fight&lt;br/&gt;And nothing’s alright&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;/p&gt;
&lt;p&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;&lt;b&gt;But you don’t understand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/211046793</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/211046793</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 21:08:35 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>A bucket of tears</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I feel like life is closing in on me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To not believe in God, I must disagree.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But to lose hope, that I agree.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Since Monday, I have cried and cried with little results. I have prayed and will continually do so. I have lost my path and will eventually lose myself if nothing works out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To have another dream shattered when it could be prevented, I don’t know if I can take it once more.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As my eyes fill with tears writing this blog, I feel dead.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My heart is half-ripped, my eyes are tired from lack of sleep and stressing too much, and my brain. My poor brain. It’s neurons are being overworked by a psychotic woman who stresses too much and hopes too little of the world and its miracles.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What to do now?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear God,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgive me for I have sinned.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My head can be held high, but do forgive me if I am not myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyone got a nutcracker? Cuz I wanna crack my hard-headed self open.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Remove my brains and let me forget all that has happened in my life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now I know that &lt;b&gt;I can never start fresh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/208480918</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/208480918</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 22:44:05 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>I thought she was kidding</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m so embarrassed having gone to the same high school as her and all of my Bekasi friends. Relli embarrassed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here’s why:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cewek:	Eh can, kemana aj lo? Hilang gt aja…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:		haha.. iya ni, aku disappear mulu!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cewek:	disappear dimana? di bandung?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;*All confused inside and thinking she was joking*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:		hahaha.. lucu2!&lt;br/&gt;Cewek:	Kok ketawa can?&lt;br/&gt;Me:		Ya kan kamu bilang disappear dimana. Disappear kan bukan tempat…&lt;br/&gt;Cewek:	Ohhhh.. jadi apa dong?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;*EXTREMELY DUMBFOUNDED*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:		Itu kata, dew..&lt;br/&gt;Cewek:	Artinya apa?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;*thinking she must be kidding*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:		disappear = menghilang. wahh.. ketauan bgt kamu g perhatiin kelas inggris slm SMA. hahaha.. kidding.&lt;br/&gt;Cewek:	Km tau lah inggris susah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thinking to myself, “&lt;i&gt;Right… sure it is…”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bless her soul. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/202632061</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/202632061</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 22:13:23 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>More than I can chew</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It’s almost a week since the Ramadan holidays have passed and I am no where near less stressed out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I need a break.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m being pulled left and right, meetings happening nearly &lt;b&gt;everyday &lt;/b&gt;for pete’s sake!! Ahh! I’m going crazy. My tasks are done but I don’t feel like I did it correctly thus I consider it still piling up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My period’s coming up and my hormones are acting up as usual and it’s driving me nuts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Even in my dorm I’m having issues with Meta and her problemos.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can’t escape.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My life is spinning in circles like that of a kaleidoscope, minus the colorful stuff.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I forgot to return my book back to the library. I hate borrowing books now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If I could suck up all the oxygen there is in the world, I would.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Even Taylor Swift’s wonderful and colorful lovely songs can’t help me out.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/200732738</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/200732738</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:17:00 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Passing HNMUN 2010</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I passed the whole entire process for HNMUN 2010!!!&lt;br/&gt;I’m so beyond excited, there’s no words to actually describe the feeling of succeeding.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All the stressing out, negative thinking, and all that stuff was well worth it cuz it paid off in the end!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Who cares that my monthly friend visited me 9 days late because i stressed out too much about HNMUN?? That doesn’t matter now. All that matters is the &lt;b&gt;present. &lt;/b&gt;What has happened today is important.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My parents were happy and pleased, especially mon pere.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My sister was happy but that was about it. Some sisterly love! Hmph!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now, it’s my turn to make mommy and daddy proud.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is time for me to be at the UN Headquarter, take a picture there, and prove to them that I’m capable of being a UN Ambassador and that I’m serious about my dreams.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Screw the money, I want to be a Goodwill Ambassador!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So United States, once again, I’m coming!!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(Lame entry, I know)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/187725565</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/187725565</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:00:33 +0700</pubDate></item><item><title>8 Years Never Forgotten</title><description>&lt;p&gt;8 years ago the world watched in silence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years ago Americans were shocked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years ago there was a terrorist attack that sent shockwaves around the world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years ago Americans experienced one of the worst tragedies ever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years ago I was sitting in the cafeteria watching at the TV along with the others.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years ago I didn’t understand what the big deal was about.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years ago I walked from the bus stop and finally understood what happened.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years ago I watched CNN and shed a tear.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years ago I didn’t understand why people would do such horrendous act.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;8 years later Americans are still standing strong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years later the world is closer now more than ever in fighting terrorism.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years later we still haven’t given up on the fight against Al-Qaeda.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years later we still haven’t captured Osama bin Laden but we haven’t given up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years later we continue commemorating September 11th.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years later we haven’t forgotten one bit of what happened on this tragic day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years later we sing our national anthem with even greater pride.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8 years later the red, white, and blue flag is still here. We are going nowhere.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/185298137</link><guid>http://cantika.tumblr.com/post/185298137</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 20:14:45 +0700</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
