<?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-715693076032463017</id><updated>2012-02-06T18:13:39.054-08:00</updated><category term='the speaker said'/><title type='text'>in my head</title><subtitle type='html'>what i wrote and about to write is an explosion from within .. when i have a lot in my mind i just want to pour it out .. and one of the ways is through writing it all down ..

dig in .. aight ?.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tofumaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16605599896845497478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715693076032463017.post-8187776840856694600</id><published>2008-05-08T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:32:24.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepted</title><content type='html'>when a man is able to see you through your flaws, that's the time when you can say that he loves you regardless of your apparance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, they say, is a game of power and manipulation. often in life, we conceal our weaknesses rather than embrace it as our assets. we pretend, we act, try to fool the world to be accepted. to buy one's feeling. we become someone that we're not. we calculate and plan conversation. everything is arranged and unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first manipulation leads to satisfaction. first rejection brings pride. lying to our heart, saying that we don't want it. but in fact we do. one lie leads to another, and another, and another. until we are inadequate to bring out the purity of the heart. we lost our identity. we forgot who we are to be loved by someone who doesn't really know who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eternity is about purity. being sincere and true is the essence of the longevity of a relationship. respect and love our own self. because no one will love and respect you if you yourself do not look at yourself as a beautiful creature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715693076032463017-8187776840856694600?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8187776840856694600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715693076032463017&amp;postID=8187776840856694600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/8187776840856694600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/8187776840856694600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/2008/05/accepted.html' title='Accepted'/><author><name>tofumaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16605599896845497478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715693076032463017.post-674012637910783361</id><published>2008-04-29T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:27:36.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Los Angeles, April 29th 2008&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta, April 30th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dear love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i suddenly feel this heartache, love ?.&lt;br /&gt;feels like a part of your heart is snatched away ..&lt;br /&gt;it hurts ..&lt;br /&gt;tears won't do any better ..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how torrent it bursts ..&lt;br /&gt;is this what they call homesick ?.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, mes ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss joe ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss the rest of the class ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss 12 Art ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss mr c ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss art room where we get our sketches done ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss singing and dancing until sir boy yelled at us ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss the scent ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss chillin out, killin time doin nothin ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss getting drunk in the middle of the day just because we felt like getting drunk ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss homeroom and assembly ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss waitin for it to be over ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss the aroma of sweat at the 8th floor ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss skipping math period ..&lt;br /&gt;i miss all the things we did ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret taking it for granted ..&lt;br /&gt;i regret praying for it to be over so fast ..&lt;br /&gt;i regret the times that i couldnt be there with you ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized how far i am from home ..&lt;br /&gt;from a person, a best friend that was and will always be true to me ..&lt;br /&gt;from all the memories ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressed ..&lt;br /&gt;miserable ..&lt;br /&gt;cheerless ..&lt;br /&gt;heart broken ..&lt;br /&gt;distressed ..&lt;br /&gt;frazzled ..&lt;br /&gt;soulless ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;meiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715693076032463017-674012637910783361?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/674012637910783361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715693076032463017&amp;postID=674012637910783361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/674012637910783361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/674012637910783361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/2008/04/missing.html' title='missing'/><author><name>tofumaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16605599896845497478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715693076032463017.post-1832124863442447939</id><published>2008-01-27T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:42:35.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess this is goodye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;It’s always stunning how something that you wish to happen real soon is right in front of your eyes. It’s that thing that you pray for every night. It’s something you fight for. Something that you yearn for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Time has come. Waving goodbye to those people that you first met in high school during orientation. Those people who were with you through ups and downs. Those are the people who build you and made you who you are. As much as they feel the hardness to be left, it’s harder for me as the one who is leaving and letting everything and everyone go. No more late night talks, no more coffee latte on a Wednesday afternoon, no more laughing so hard till you cry your eyes out, no more bumping into each other in a mall and be able to see the look in their eyes. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Seconds turned into minute. Minute turned into hour. Hour turned into day. Day turned into month. Month turned into year. Years of bliss, sorrow, success, failure, warmth, cold, experience, break down, friendship and betrayal which are the ingredients of adventure. Those moments are like photographs that will always be there to remind us how far we’ve gone through. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Those pictures remind me of how happy life was back then. It’s not that I’m not happy. Just curious. Will I be able to get the life that I got in a whole new world that I chose to be in?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;‘Don’t forget to remember me,’ cry the people that I left behind. Then I said, ’I won’t. I can never forget you.’ &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Tears. Tears. Tears. Why cry? It’s a new life they say. Is it really? Or is it just a new journey on finding and building who and what you can be? Either way, in life we have to make choices in order to move on and see what lies ahead. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Time will mend this doubtful and weary heart. Time will bring us together again. Time will show who will remember who. Who will be the last person to stand for the person that you love, cherish and respect the most.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;I love you all. Forgive me for not being a good friend. Sorry for my uncontrollable behavior. Sorry for those times that I didn’t stand up for you. Sorry for those words that made you cry. Sorry for those act that made you hurt. I thank you for the memories. I thank you for everything. I love you guys, forever and for always. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Liko Sabarani&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; 2008&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.52 pm &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to destination: 8.55h &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance to destination: 7993km&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/715693076032463017-1832124863442447939?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1832124863442447939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715693076032463017&amp;postID=1832124863442447939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/1832124863442447939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/1832124863442447939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-guess-this-is-goodye.html' title='i guess this is goodye'/><author><name>tofumaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16605599896845497478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715693076032463017.post-1065175413670479538</id><published>2007-10-19T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:16:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>real friends?</title><content type='html'>friends. they come and go just like the wind blows. i'm currently writing this with goose bumps all over my body. hhhh .. i feel like i've had enough. at first i said to my self, "suck it in. they are allowed to have another friends. just like you do." but then .. i couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i thought that this situation is temporary. this won't linger. this will go away. i was wrong. it seems like the beginning has no end. it will flow like the rhythm of the water in the deep blue sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it hurts when fame wins against friendship. is it fame or ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sure they say, "i'd rather you anytime then them. you know, we've been best friends for 2 and a half years now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh F*CK your self !! of course you choose them !! they are far more popular than i am. i am a no one. a loner. a freak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what. what ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they talk to me when they have no one else around. and ignore me, deme me as ... hhhh .. vermin.. as though i don't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH !! SCREW YOU !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715693076032463017-1065175413670479538?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1065175413670479538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715693076032463017&amp;postID=1065175413670479538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/1065175413670479538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/1065175413670479538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-personal-life-becomes-public.html' title='real friends?'/><author><name>tofumaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16605599896845497478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715693076032463017.post-1873734194444385333</id><published>2007-10-04T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T06:24:50.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is where it ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I was folding back the fabric that I used for the exhibit, everything that had happened in the past two and a half years were scattered in my mind. As though it was a documentary movie and flash back images. I could remember the moment when I first landed my first step in my high school, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bina&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Nusantara&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;High   School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I could even remember the very first scent that i smelled when I first walked in. I didn’t know what to feel. Sad. It’s true. I could not lie that it is so hard for me to let go of the memories, friends, experiences, teachers and of course loved ones. Dramatic you say? Maybe I am dramatic. I don’t know. I tried my best to not cry at this moment. I try to convince my self that this is temporary. We’ll meet after the two weeks break. But then after the break, what lies ahead? Final exam for 6 days. Then.. No more. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I regret moments when I prayed to God that He will make time moves fast-er. There were times when I really angry, irritated and disappointed by friends or teachers. There were times when I thought that the pressure was over whelming. Too much. I couldn’t handle the stress. But then as today is the very last day of high school, I kind of wish that somehow time can move back wards or at least moves slower. I wish I recorded every single scene of my days in high school. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Owh, God I just wished that time will move slower. Not this fast. It feels as though it’s just yesterday I first said hello to my first friend, Janivan Sulaiman. Time moves like a blink of an eye. Tears were crawling at this moment. I couldn’t handle this. Weak. I know I am. But I’ve never wished that I would be stronger. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel like i've grown a lot, as a human being, as an individual, as a friend and as an artist. These two and a half years in high school taught me a lot. It taught me to love, respect, and cherishes every single thing and person in my life. Oh God, it’s so hard to say goodbye. Harder than thought it would be. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate good bye. I do, I really do. I love you, guys. Every single one of you. Sorry for what ever it is that I’ve done that hurt your feelings. I love you dearly. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just hope that someday we’ll meet again, joke and study together again in the same class room. Let fate and God decide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dedicated to all year 12 of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Binus&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;High School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ( 2005-2007 ). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715693076032463017-1873734194444385333?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1873734194444385333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715693076032463017&amp;postID=1873734194444385333' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/1873734194444385333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/1873734194444385333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-where-it-ends.html' title='this is where it ends'/><author><name>tofumaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16605599896845497478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715693076032463017.post-238167081449013387</id><published>2007-09-30T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:19:22.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are always times when I want to sleep but I can’t. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always times I want to talk but I don’t know what to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;There are always times when I want to scream but my voice won’t come out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always times when I want to say I miss you and I regret every thing that I said but I don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are always times when I want to walk without knowing where to go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always times when I want to say I love you but I couldn’t cause I don’t want to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;There are always times when I want to hug but there’s no one to touch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There are always times when I want to sing but not a single note comes out of my mouth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are always times when I want to swim without knowing where the river ends. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always times when you annoy me and I couldn’t help my emotion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always times I want to slap you but I don’t even dare to touch that tender skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are always times when I want to cry but I don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haven’t you realize that it’s because of you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do I know the real you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The one that I see everyday?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/715693076032463017-238167081449013387?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/238167081449013387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715693076032463017&amp;postID=238167081449013387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/238167081449013387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/238167081449013387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/2007/09/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>tofumaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16605599896845497478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715693076032463017.post-7292105492195255624</id><published>2007-09-27T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:06:42.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!</title><content type='html'>cape!! gw cape!! gw brusaha buat ngerti!! gw brusaha buat ngerti!&lt;br /&gt;tp lo pernah ga ngerasa apa yang gw buat itu bener? pernah ga? gw ini sebenenrya syapa buat lo?&lt;br /&gt;gw ngerasa apapun yg gw buat tuh salah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw kesel. jujur gw kesel bgt! gw kesel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw pengen triak. tp gw ga bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw pengen nangis. tp apa air mata yg gw kluarin akan ada artinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw bingung. gw bingung gw hrs apa. jujur gw cape. gw bener2 mencoba bikin lo seneng sampe akhirnya gw ngerasa gw bukan diri gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knapa si lo ga bs play your role correctly just one time. once. that's all i ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisa ga si lo gantian ngertiin gw!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo blg lo sayang ama gw!! sayang tuh lbh dr materi. jauh. gw ga ngerasa gw disayang. gw ngerasa gw dinomor duakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selalu!&lt;br /&gt;selalu!&lt;br /&gt;SELALU BEGITU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw kesel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw mau pergi!&lt;br /&gt;gw mau pergi!&lt;br /&gt;gw mau pergi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715693076032463017-7292105492195255624?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7292105492195255624/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715693076032463017.post-6237457422072769796</id><published>2007-09-26T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T05:13:44.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i'm tired. tired of thinking what people think about me. why does it matter so much? i can't stand looking at the people whispering about me and what i wear. "look at that b*tch. she thinks she's all that! look in the mirror, b*tch!" that's right. i don't have a size 2 body. i'm a normal girl. living a normal, ordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insecure is something that i'm too familiar with. too many things in my head that blocked my head from expressing my self. i'm afraid that they'll leave me. they. people who hang with me at lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world, my life, my being are surrounded by slender girl with toned abs and completely flat stomach. whereas me. i am a normal girl with stretch marks on my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty? am i pretty? i think not. they say that i am appealing. but i think otherwise. i think they told me that to make me feel good about my self. pity. maybe that's why. maube they don't want me to feel miserable about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of laughing in the hall way with those fake looking girls. i'm tired of flipping my hair the way they told me to. i'm tired of wearing a low rise tank top. i'm tired of paying attention to the latest fashion in Vogue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i feel like i live my life with mask. mask that helps me being accepted by the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever be the old me?&lt;br /&gt;will they accept the old me?&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/715693076032463017-6237457422072769796?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6237457422072769796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715693076032463017&amp;postID=6237457422072769796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/6237457422072769796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/6237457422072769796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-not-me.html' title='this is not me'/><author><name>tofumaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16605599896845497478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715693076032463017.post-3588931763437724693</id><published>2007-09-25T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:39:01.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will he go mad today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday, September 25th 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.55 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;five more minutes till apocalypse. i could feel my heart was pumping twice as fast as usual. too loud hence i could hear it distinctly. my eyes were somehow drifting to the wall where the clock is hung. i asked my self, "is he OK? will he go mad today?" no one knew the answer. i looked at my neighbour who was sitting next to me. she shook her head as if knowing my sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would prayer help at this moment in time? maybe it would. maybe it wouldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's worth trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dear God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know what the future holds. blur. it's blur. i don't know what to expect. what to speculate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's too unpredictable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever happens, i know that You will always be with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday, September 25th 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9.00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was time. argh !! i was going insane !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i pushed the door of the next subject's class room. "this is it," i said to my self. he was not there. i waited. we waited. 1 minute passed by. he was still not there. 2 minutes. not even a sign that he was present. my metabolism was not working with me. i wanted to pee. i went to the ladies room. i went back. he was yet to come. i sat at one of the benches in the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BLAP! the door opened.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hi, guys..!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he was not mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see, prayers do work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God does listen to our plea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715693076032463017-3588931763437724693?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3588931763437724693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715693076032463017&amp;postID=3588931763437724693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/3588931763437724693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/3588931763437724693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/2007/09/will-he-go-mad-today.html' title='will he go mad today?'/><author><name>tofumaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16605599896845497478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715693076032463017.post-1843783987844020802</id><published>2007-09-24T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T05:55:19.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>us and the big G</title><content type='html'>i have known that Father's care for me&lt;br /&gt;He's been good&lt;br /&gt;He's been good&lt;br /&gt;Through it all He always care for me&lt;br /&gt;He's been good to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gospel song that reminds me that God is good and that He felt what i feel and He knew what i know .. in other words, He only wants what's good for us .. and if He let something bad to happen to us, that's because He wants us to grow stronger and tougher ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u have faith ?. i do .. it is incredibly hard to maintain a good relationship with The Almighty in a society surrounded by loads of people with different characteristics .. depressing yet exciting at the same time .. it is more of a challenge than a burden to stay close with God ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life we often think that God has left us with all this sorrow and dillemas .. but little did we know, Jesus never leaves us .. it is us who leave them .. though we never dare to admit that we 'betray' God ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we assume that what we own, what we achieved have nothing to do with God .. WRONG !! we are nothing without God .. He works in an unseen way .. it is rather magical and mysterious .. but his plans are true and amen !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715693076032463017-1843783987844020802?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1843783987844020802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715693076032463017&amp;postID=1843783987844020802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/1843783987844020802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/1843783987844020802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;day by day .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i fell like the day moves so fast .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know this would sound cliche and cheesy ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's true ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it seems like just yesterday i landed my first step in my high school ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seek ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am seeking for companionship ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i found what i seek ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or maybe not ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apprehensive ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am i apprehensive ?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;probably ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bold ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm daring and bold ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are all that i have in me are just to please people around me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or i'm me because of people around me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or is it them who are desperately treating me well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doesnt really matter .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we've got 7 days left ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no more .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we will all go our separate ways ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715693076032463017-1491571188808715318?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1491571188808715318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715693076032463017&amp;postID=1491571188808715318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/1491571188808715318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/1491571188808715318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/2007/09/7-days.html' title='7 days'/><author><name>tofumaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16605599896845497478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-715693076032463017.post-5207596899073251533</id><published>2007-09-24T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:31:51.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the speaker said'/><title type='text'>i hate bald people</title><content type='html'>for those of you who think that gay men are a girl's best friend !! u r wrong !! u r dead wrong !! the are mean, rude and egoistic ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they call people arrogant and over confidence .. but hello .. !! FYI, have u been looking at the mirror lately ?. nope !! do u want me to lend u one ?. cause i have plenty ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so burning mad right now .. i worked my ass off for his project because i cared !. because i f*cking care !! but he said that i'm a pretender !! can u do every thing wihout my, our help ?. u think u'r all that !. but the truth is: YOU'RE NOT !!. you think that the universe revolves around you, but it doesnt !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the church yesterday .. i felt touched .. the speaker said that we need to be humble and meek .. he also said that the root of failure is arrogance .. i agree !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive means to forget .. when u said u forgive someone, you have to forget what he/ she did forever .. that means forgiving .. give that person another chance .. but i'm not sure that i'm ready to be hurt again ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the speaker said that we need to ask ouir friends every once in a while: how am i doing ?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i doing ?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i doing OK ?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the speaker said:&lt;br /&gt;the key to improve a relationship is to say sorry ..&lt;br /&gt;it's sure is a simple word .. but it needs a big effort to be able to say i'm sorry with a sincere heart ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my thought .. in my head ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/715693076032463017-5207596899073251533?l=meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5207596899073251533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=715693076032463017&amp;postID=5207596899073251533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/5207596899073251533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/715693076032463017/posts/default/5207596899073251533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meiling-tofumaniac.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-bald-people.html' title='i hate bald people'/><author><name>tofumaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16605599896845497478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
