<?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-8306148477498201100</id><updated>2011-08-02T01:20:07.977+07:00</updated><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='My Words...'/><category term='Fashion Tips'/><category term='Nice Articles'/><category term='Song Lyric'/><title type='text'>I Know U Love Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Find out more about me...

xoxo Fella</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-917292512447081479</id><published>2009-06-17T12:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:58:01.199+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>Love is....</title><content type='html'>Love is about giving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu kesalahan dalam pemikiran kuno, cinta itu take and give. Yang berarti, cinta itu take dulu baru give. Ngambil dulu baru memberi. Klo semua orang berprinsip seperti itu, saya yakin di dunia ini ga ada satupun cinta yang tulus. Lebih dari itu, cinta itu sendiri ga pernah ada. Karena smua orang hanya menuntut dan meminta. Setelah memperoleh apa yang ia mau, baru memberi. Masih bagus klo ada kesadaran untuk memberi, karena dengan prinsip demikian tentunya akan susah untuk memberi. Meminta meminta dan meminta.... Itulah yang akan terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dalam mempertahankan relationship, cinta itu tentu saja penting. Cinta bagaikan selai dalam roti tawar, bagaikan lem untuk perangko. Komitmen itupun muncul dari cinta. Memang betul, yang namanya pernikahan ga cuma butuh cinta, masih ada banyak lagi yang harus dipenuhi. But to love is d very first step to a happily ever after marriage (rada hibol nih). True love stays strong, wadeva comes and goes, it remains strong and even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's check out our LOVE.. Apakah uda bener-bener cinta yang memberi??? Ataukah masi cinta yang egois yang cuma bisa meminta dan menuntut.. Dan bila sudah memberi, masihkah kita mengharapkan imbalan ataukah kita melakukannya dengan rela dan sepenuh hati tanpa mengharapkan apapun?? U noe d answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the love.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-917292512447081479?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/917292512447081479/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=917292512447081479' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/917292512447081479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/917292512447081479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-is.html' title='Love is....'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-2637117287702882987</id><published>2009-06-15T20:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:41:36.601+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU....</title><content type='html'>Guys and galz... Kalimat apa yang paling bikin jantung dag dig dug duer???&lt;br /&gt;3 kata apa yang bikin keringet dingin tapi paling ditunggu-tunggu???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emank rasanya gampang banget ngucapin 3 kata ini, tapi u noe wad, pengaruhnya sangat amat luar biasa looww... Skalipun we dun really mean dat eniwei.&lt;br /&gt;Mumpung masi masa-masa liburan (buat yg sekolah hehehe) ayok qta ngelakuin sesuatu yang berguna. By saying "I Love You" to the closest people around you, you won't believe how much you help them all. You will make them feel precious just by saying "I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's DO IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-2637117287702882987?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/2637117287702882987/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=2637117287702882987' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/2637117287702882987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/2637117287702882987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU....'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-4754809109909957392</id><published>2009-06-01T16:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:52:08.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Hurts</title><content type='html'>When your day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,&lt;br /&gt;When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries n everybody hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along&lt;br /&gt;When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like letting go, (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;If you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody hurts sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts. You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This is an amazing amazing song from R.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;I feel stronger everytime I'm listening to this song.&lt;br /&gt;Sing along with me, guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-4754809109909957392?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/4754809109909957392/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=4754809109909957392' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/4754809109909957392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/4754809109909957392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2009/06/everybody-hurts.html' title='Everybody Hurts'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-3432349267092999883</id><published>2009-05-28T10:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:01:11.769+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>I'm Baaacckkkk!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Pengen nyapa temen-temen aja karena uda lama banget ga aktif dengan blog...&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope I can keep on updating my blog from now. Nice to be back, guys!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll C ya in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Fella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-3432349267092999883?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/3432349267092999883/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=3432349267092999883' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/3432349267092999883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/3432349267092999883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-baaacckkkk.html' title='I&apos;m Baaacckkkk!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-4252957225563472839</id><published>2009-02-07T14:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:59:20.983+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>Crossroad</title><content type='html'>And now I'm standing in the crossroad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada saatnya untuk memilih dan menjalani sebuah pilihan. Aq mau share sedikit about my-seems-so-perfect-life. Aq anak tunggal. Dari kecil selalu dimanja, diperlakukan just like princess. Dilayani, dijaga setengah mati, dan disipakan segala halnya. So sejak kecil aq ga pernah merasakan bagaimana rasanya membuat suatu pilihan dan merasakan seperti apa beratnya memperjuangkan dan menjalani sebuah pilihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true story of me. I never decide anything since I was born. Dan sekarang aq menyadari bahwa hal itu membuat aq tidak bertumbuh, tidak dewasa seperti apa yang seharunya. Sejak kecil aq adalah anak yang penurut. Menjalani semua perintah orang tua, tanpa pernah berpikir apakah hal itu baik atau benar untuk aq. Dan hal tersebut berlangsung hingga saat ini. Setiap saat aq melakukan sesuatu yang tidak sesuai dengan keinginan parents, mereka akan mengarahkan (bahasa lembutnya dari memaksa) kembali sesuai dengan keinginan mereka. Dengan ancaman, tetap jadi anak mama dan papa atau tidak. Segala hal dalam kehidupanku diatur, mulai dari dengan siapa aq bisa berteman hingga masa depan ku. Sungguh semua itu membuat ku lemah dan tidak mandiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untung saja akhirnya saya mengalami sebuah proses pembelajaran dimana aq benar-benar harus memilih antara menjadi diri ku sendiri atau selamanya menjadi robot yang dikendalikan oleh orang tua ku. Dan itu adalah pilihan yang berat. Karena konsekuensinya pun berat. Aq sama sekali tidak bermaksud untuk menjadi durhaka, karena aq sangat sayang sama kedua orang tua ku. Bagaimanapun juga aq menyadari diriku adalah satu2nya putri mereka dan harapan mereka semua tertuju padaku. Aq sama sekali tak ingin mengecawakan mereka. Dan aq yakin aq bisa melakukan sesuatu dengan caraku sendiri, karena suatu saat nanti juga aq harus menjadi lebih mandiri dan dewasa for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan di saat aq berdiri di persimpangan seperti ini, aq memilih untuk menjalani proses pendewasaan itu. Proses untuk menjadi dewasa, proses menjadi Fella sebelum semuanya terlalu terlambat. Apapun konsekuensinya aq sudah harus mantap dan yakin dengan jalan pilihanku. Karena itu aq bersyukur dengan didikan keras dari orang tua ku yang memaksa aq untuk tidak menjadi cengeng. Walaupun aq anak perempuan, tapi mereka mendidikku bagaikan anak laki-laki yang tegar dan berani. Dan aq bersyukur akan semua cinta kasih yang mereka berikan hingga saat ini sampai selama-lamanya (I know they will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready to fly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice Fella Karundeng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-4252957225563472839?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/4252957225563472839/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=4252957225563472839' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/4252957225563472839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/4252957225563472839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2009/02/crossroad.html' title='Crossroad'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-4741836445508860351</id><published>2009-02-04T21:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:19:34.749+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Lyric'/><title type='text'>Paramore - Decode</title><content type='html'>How can I decide on what's right?&lt;br /&gt;When you're clouding up my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't win your losing fight all the time&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna ever own what's mine&lt;br /&gt;When you're always taking sides&lt;br /&gt;but you wont take away my pride&lt;br /&gt;No not this time&lt;br /&gt;Not this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is hiding in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And its hanging on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Just boiling in my blood,&lt;br /&gt;But you think that I can't see&lt;br /&gt;What kind of man that you are&lt;br /&gt;If you're a man at all&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will figure this one out on my own&lt;br /&gt;(I'm screaming "I love you so...  My thoughts you can't decode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what we've done?&lt;br /&gt;We've gone and made such fools of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what we've done?&lt;br /&gt;We've gone and made such fools of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to know you so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know&lt;br /&gt;I think I know&lt;br /&gt;There is something I see in you&lt;br /&gt;It might kill me I want it to be true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-4741836445508860351?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/4741836445508860351/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=4741836445508860351' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/4741836445508860351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/4741836445508860351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2009/02/paramore-decode.html' title='Paramore - Decode'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-3797027767291993295</id><published>2009-02-04T20:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:15:07.182+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>My Prerogative - Not Britney's Lyric!!</title><content type='html'>"Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they just let me live? (tell me why)&lt;br /&gt;I don't need permission&lt;br /&gt;Make my own decisions (oh)&lt;br /&gt;That's my prerogative&lt;br /&gt;That's my prerogative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my prerogative&lt;br /&gt;Its the way that I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;It's my prerogative&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I live my life?&lt;br /&gt;Without all of the things that people say&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh " Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penggalan lagu Britney tadi benar-benar cocok dengan suara hati saya. Seringkali saya merasa dikesalkan oleh orang-orang yang selalu ingin tahu, senang bergossip, dan parahnya juga senang mengomentari setiap kelakuan dan tindakan saya.&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya ga perlu jadi artis juga uda bisa merasakan betapa berharganya privacy dan lack of privacy. It sucks!! Really...&lt;br /&gt;Seolah-olah kehidupan kita ini dimonitori 24/7 oleh orang-orang tak bertanggung jawab di sekitar kita. Akhir-akhir ini saya mendapatkan masalah karena hal yang sama. Selalu saja ada tukang gossip yang menganggur yang hobby menyebar-nyebarkan dan membesar-besarkan segala sesuatu yang berhubungan dengan saya. Bagaimana saya bisa merasa nyaman dengan semua terpaan gossip itu meski hal tersebut sama sekali tidak benar?? Karena toh itu semua berhubungan dengan saya, dan terlebih lagi saya terganjal masalah karena hal tersebut. Hubungan dengan teman menjadi rusak, dengan keluarga, dan yang lainnya juga terganggu. Bagaimana saya bisa hidup dengan semua itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan saya menyadari bahwa banyak orang yang tentunya merasakan hal yang sama dengan yang saya rasakan. Kalau bisa rasanya pengen banget bertukar peran sama orang lain atau menjadi tak terlihat untuk sementara sehingga kita bisa melakukan segala sesuatu yang kita inginkan, dan tak ada yang tahu. Rasanya asik bila bisa seperti itu all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singkat aja, sebenernya saya cuma pengen bilang ke semua orang... Stop gossiping!! It's a bad habit. Rasanya sakit banget digossipin. Start from you, gals... Klo emank nganggur ga ada acara, enakan juga karaokean ato liat bioskop daripada ngegossipin orang. Hidup tentunya lebih mudah klo ga dgossipin dan dikomentarin terus. Karena manusia pasti butuh my own time. It's my privacy. My privacy is my prerogative. Please don't disturb it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm sick and tired of those people who's talkin bout me... Why can't you let me live my own life? Are you so jealous of me or what?? Please, please, please... For gudness sake... Please leave me, my self, and my life alone... Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Fella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-3797027767291993295?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/3797027767291993295/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=3797027767291993295' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/3797027767291993295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/3797027767291993295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-prerogative-not-britneys-lyric.html' title='My Prerogative - Not Britney&apos;s Lyric!!'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-5541054190717810711</id><published>2009-02-04T18:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:38:28.640+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>I've Set My Mind</title><content type='html'>I've set my mind up&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm ready to fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spoiled and treated as princess all my life&lt;br /&gt;But I realize this wheel of life won't be in upside forever&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna end up as a little girl who don't know anything&lt;br /&gt;I must learn to do everything all by my self&lt;br /&gt;And this is for my own good&lt;br /&gt;If I survive this, I survive my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've set my mind up&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm ready to learn everything&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm ready to fly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-5541054190717810711?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/5541054190717810711/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=5541054190717810711' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/5541054190717810711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/5541054190717810711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-set-my-mind.html' title='I&apos;ve Set My Mind'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-6491627765225359635</id><published>2009-01-16T19:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:24:25.997+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>Biasanya klo awal tahun kita pasti buat resolusi-resolusi baru. Nah brapa banyak sih dari semua resolusi yang udah kita buat itu yang kiranya tercapai? Dan berapa banyak yang terbengkalai dan terlupakan begitu saja. Well, membuat resolusi itu memang bagus membuat kita memiliki suatu tujuan dalam hidup yang harus dicapai. Tapi apalah arti tujuan itu apabila kita tidak pernah berusaha untuk mencapainya? Atau mungkinkah kita sudah berusaha sekuat tenaga tapi apa daya resolusi blum tercapai? Ayok kita tinjau kenapa kok resolusi yang kita buat seringkali gagal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tidak ada waktu. Ini alasan yang paling sering dipake klo kita sedang up to something new. Seringkali kita buat excuse seperti ini supaya kita ga perlu merasa bersalah karena udah mengesampingkan tujuan hidup yang uda kita buat. Kesibukan kita seringkali kita jadikan alasan. Bukankah bila memang ada niat, urusan waktu itu bisa diatur???&lt;br /&gt;2. Resolusi yang dibuat terlalu jauh, atau terlalu tinggi, dan tidak masuk akal. Misalnya resolusi seperti ini, ehm, tahun 2009 ini saya harus pacaran sama Penn Badgley. Well, keep dreaming!! Hahahahaa... Tapi klo emank kesampaian jangan lupa traktirannya deh...&lt;br /&gt;3. Alasan berikutnya, karena keinginan kita cenderung berubah-ubah, tidak stabil. Ini yang seringkali menimpa orang-orang seperti aku, hehehe, keinginan yang berubah-ubah. Sekarang pengennya jadi penulis novel terkenal, besok pengennya jadi bintang film, besoknya lagi pengen jadi pengacara, eh besoknya lagi pengen jadi petani ternak sapi. Wahh... Pusink kan???&lt;br /&gt;4. Tidak adanya keinginan untuk memulai. Biasanya tujuan itu ada, niat juga ada lah dikit-dikit dan timbul tenggelam. Tapi untuk mulainya ini loh yang susah... Yah persis ama yang dibilang ama pepatah, klo kita ga pernah maju selangkah gimana mau jalan 1 km???&lt;br /&gt;5. Kecenderungan untuk tidak mengakhiri apa yang telah dimulai. Ada banyak kecenderungan kek gini, bisa jadi ya dengan mutung di tengah jalan, mudah banget untuk menyerah, ato bahkan lupa apa yang jadi tujuan selama ini jadi uda separuh jalan trus melenceng entah kemana. Nah kecenderungan kek gini ini yang berbahaya. Sayang kan klo kita uda setengah jalan dengan segenap usaha dan segala air mata tapi trus berhenti karena alasan yang entah apa. Banyak temenku yang uda separuh jalan di universitas trus memutuskan untuk keluar atau cuti dengan berbagai alasan. Sayang buanget... Tapi itu hak kalian sih untuk berubah pikiran, just think of it very carefully, is it worthed everything you've spent on and you've paid for?? If it's not, then leave it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Unable to take all the risks. Nah maksudnya bukan klo punya resolusi pengen kaya trus brani2in diri untuk jadi maling. NO!! In positive way lah, just like all the business man/woman, they are very brave to see the opportunity and take the risks. Tapi tetep aja, be realistic! Ga ada hal yang enak yang bisa dcapai dengan mudahnya. Semua yang enak pasti perlu perjuangan. Klo pengen dapet gaji lebih besar tahun ini atau kenaikan pangkat, ya you must work harder and show more what you are able to do and be. Dijamin all your hard work will be paid nicely.&lt;br /&gt;7. Anything else??? Please inform me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah after knowing all the excuses yang biasa kita kasih, hehe... bahkan some of you bakal menemukan banyak excuse lainnya yang lebih sepz... Brarti kita tau dunk smua hal yang menggoda kita untuk tidak mencapai tujuan hidup kita yang udah kita buat susah2 dan mungkin dengan cucuran air mata (wewww). Apalagi ini masih awal-awal tahun baru, kita semua pasti punya semangat baru dan harapan baru di tahun ini, right??? Nah wad are you waiting for? Go and get what you always want. Never give up, okay?!? And always rely on Jesus Christ. He will show you all the right way and you'll be satisfied. Happy New Year everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice Fella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-6491627765225359635?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/6491627765225359635/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=6491627765225359635' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/6491627765225359635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/6491627765225359635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-1634430555965193530</id><published>2009-01-01T00:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:58:08.535+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2009!!</title><content type='html'>Teettt tereereet tereeeetttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009 EVERYONE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin this new year with prayers for better world, better life, better future... Let's bring our new hope and our new spirit to make differences in our life and this world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice Fella Karundeng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-1634430555965193530?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/1634430555965193530/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=1634430555965193530' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/1634430555965193530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/1634430555965193530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2009!!'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-2225075187589342735</id><published>2008-12-08T13:27:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:27:55.979+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Lyric'/><title type='text'>It's Coming!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/STy_yeedy2I/AAAAAAAAACY/Yf_miNv7yLM/s1600-h/425.spears.britney.lc.103108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/STy_yeedy2I/AAAAAAAAACY/Yf_miNv7yLM/s200/425.spears.britney.lc.103108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277303737266588514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru-baru ini bersamaan dengan ulang tahunnya, Britney Spears mengeluarkan album barunya yang berjudul Circus. Salah satu lagunya yang telah menjadi hit adalah Womanizer. Well, welcome back, Brit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIRCUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="realText"&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;There's only two types of people in the world&lt;br /&gt;The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe&lt;br /&gt;Well baby I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't like the backseat, gotta be first&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the ringleader&lt;br /&gt;I call the shots&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a firecracker&lt;br /&gt;I make it hot&lt;br /&gt;then I put on a show&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;I feel the adrenaline moving through my &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/view/britney_spears/circus/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 15, 255) ! important; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13.3333px; position: static;color:#000fff;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(0, 15, 255) ! important; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13.3333px; position: static;"&gt;veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a performer, the dancefloor is my stage&lt;br /&gt;Better be ready, hope that ya feel the same&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;All the eyes on me in the center of the &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/view/britney_spears/circus/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 15, 255) ! important; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13.3333px; position: static;color:#000fff;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(0, 15, 255) ! important; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13.3333px; position: static;"&gt;ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;When I crack that whip, everybody gon' trip&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand there watching me, follow me&lt;br /&gt;Show me what you can do&lt;br /&gt;Everybody let go, we can make a dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;There's only two types of guys out there,&lt;br /&gt;Ones that can hang with me, and ones that are scared&lt;br /&gt;So baby I hope that you came prepared&lt;br /&gt;I run a tight ship so, beware&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the ringleader&lt;br /&gt;I call the shots&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a firecracker&lt;br /&gt;I make it hot&lt;br /&gt;then I put on a show&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins&lt;br /&gt;Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a performer, the dancefloor is my stage&lt;br /&gt;Better be ready, hope that ya feel the same&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;All the eyes on me in the center of the &lt;a id="KonaLink2" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/view/britney_spears/circus/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 15, 255) ! important; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13.3333px; position: static;color:#000fff;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(0, 15, 255) ! important; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13.3333px; position: static;"&gt;ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;When I crack that whip, everybody gon' trip&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand there watching me, follow me&lt;br /&gt;Show me what you can do&lt;br /&gt;Everybody let go, we can make a dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;Let's go.&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what you can do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm runnin' this (like like like like a circus)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Like a what? (like like like like a circus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: rgb(247, 247, 247) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;All the eyes on me in the center of the ring&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;When I crack that whip, everybody gon' trip&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand there watching me, follow me&lt;br /&gt;Show me what you can do&lt;br /&gt;Everybody let go, we can make a dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;All the eyes on me in the center of the ring&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;When I crack that whip, everybody gon' trip&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand there watching me, follow me&lt;br /&gt;Show me what you can do&lt;br /&gt;Everybody let go, we can make a dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;Just like a circus&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/8306148477498201100-2225075187589342735?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/2225075187589342735/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=2225075187589342735' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/2225075187589342735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/2225075187589342735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s Coming!!'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/STy_yeedy2I/AAAAAAAAACY/Yf_miNv7yLM/s72-c/425.spears.britney.lc.103108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-879186277323743168</id><published>2008-12-01T20:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:23:12.686+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Lyric'/><title type='text'>White Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/STPlNjASfqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vtuwl0BVj9A/s1600-h/220px-Irving_Berlin_Portrait2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/STPlNjASfqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vtuwl0BVj9A/s200/220px-Irving_Berlin_Portrait2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274811609478495906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Just like the one I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Where the tree tops glisten, and children listen&lt;br /&gt;To hear the sleigh bells in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;With every Christmas card I write&lt;br /&gt;May your days be merry and bright&lt;br /&gt;And may all your Christmases be white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Lagu ini ditulis oleh Irving Berlin pada tahun 1942 dan sebenarnya merupakan lagu yang sedih. Lagu ini menceritakan bagaimana Irving Berlin sangat merindukan keindahan natal seperti yang dulu pernah ia alami di masa-masa mudanya. Natal telah berubah maknanya bagi dia setelah putra satu-satunya, Irving Berlin, Jr. meninggal persis di hari Natal. Sebelumnya ia juga telah kehilangan istri pertamanya karena pneumonia. Natalnya tak lagi diisi oleh kedamaian dan kebahagiaan seperti yang ia dulu kenal, Natal nya kini justru menjadi suram dan sedih. Dan oleh karena itulah ia menuliskan lagu ini yang kemudian menjadi sangat terkenal (dibawakan pertama kali oleh Bing Crosby) dan telah dinyanyikan dalam berbagai versi di seluruh dunia.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Natal membawa kedamaian dan sukacita bagi Anda sekalian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-879186277323743168?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/879186277323743168/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=879186277323743168' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/879186277323743168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/879186277323743168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/STPlNjASfqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vtuwl0BVj9A/s72-c/220px-Irving_Berlin_Portrait2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-6444407969413930366</id><published>2008-11-29T16:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:22:35.799+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice Articles'/><title type='text'>Unlucky Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To all my female friends,&lt;br /&gt;Terrible life of these unlucky women....&lt;br /&gt;Sometime life is so unfair for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPRAH SHOW pernah menyajikan 2 sesi cerita.&lt;br /&gt;yang pertama,&lt;br /&gt;tentang cerita seorang peneliti yang datang ke kota yang&lt;br /&gt;paling maju di India. Di sana masih ada tradisi pembakaran pengantin wanita&lt;br /&gt;yang tidak bisa membayar mas kawin.&lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari pasti terjadi hal spt itu. Dan di sana sudah&lt;br /&gt;dianggap hal yang biasa. Kalo di papan2 kecelakaan lalu lintas di India,&lt;br /&gt;tertulis jumlah korban kecelakaan yang terjadi di jalan2 yg berbahaya, tapi&lt;br /&gt;jumlah pembakaran wanita tidak pernah diberitakan. Peneliti tersebut&lt;br /&gt;menayangkan hasil rekamannya di acara oprah tersebut..dan memang benar2&lt;br /&gt;mengerikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya kalau keluarga pihak pria mengalami kebangkrutan, atau pihak&lt;br /&gt;keluarga wanita kurang / tidak bisa melunasi mas kawinnya, maka si istr i&lt;br /&gt;akan dibakar hidup2 di dalam rumahnya. Ada yang  meninggal, tapi ada juga&lt;br /&gt;yang selamat (berhasil menyelamatkan diri) ... tapi keadaannya sangat&lt;br /&gt;menderita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka yang selamat, datang ke rumah sakit... dan tidak&lt;br /&gt;pernah memberikan alasan yg sebenarnya... karena kalau&lt;br /&gt;mereka berani bicara, maka mereka / keluarganya akan&lt;br /&gt;dibunuh. Karena itu, alasan yang mereka berikan, pasti&lt;br /&gt;kecelakaan di dapur... kompor meledak, dsb.. tidak pernah mereka bisa&lt;br /&gt;berterus terang.. mereka takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan yang memperburuk keadaan, suami2 mereka berkumpul di depan pintu rumah&lt;br /&gt;sakit ( yang ditutup untuk menghalangi mereka ), memaksa masuk, hanya untuk&lt;br /&gt;mengancam istri2 mereka.&lt;br /&gt;(note: ruangan untuk istri2 mereka ini adalah ruangan khusus, karena mereka&lt;br /&gt;semua yang dirawat adalah korban yang dibakar,sehingga bau menyengat selalu&lt;br /&gt;memenuhi ruangan... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewaktu di India, si peneliti ditemani oleh seorang w anita&lt;br /&gt;India yang berkerja di bagian organisasi wanita yang&lt;br /&gt;menangani  masalah2 seperti ini. Dia mengatakan, alasan2&lt;br /&gt;wanita ini dibakar, kadang bukan hanya karena mas kawin saja..&lt;br /&gt;tapi ada juga karena hal sepele, misalnya : sewaktu suami&lt;br /&gt;pulang, masakan belum siap, maka si suami akan menuang bensin ke istrinya&lt;br /&gt;dan membakarnya.. Pernah ada suami yang marah dan membakar istrinya, anak&lt;br /&gt;perempuannya yg masih kecil ikut terbakar karena berusaha menyelamatkan&lt;br /&gt;ibunya.&lt;br /&gt;Keduanya selamat, tapi cacat.. dan si anak trauma dengan kejadian itu.&lt;br /&gt;Karena tradisi inilah, maka banyak sekali bayi2 perempuan di india yang&lt;br /&gt;digugurkan.. karena keluarga hanya menganggapnya sebagai beban jika ia&lt;br /&gt;dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;Kejadian terakhir yang bisa memberikan sedikit harapan,&lt;br /&gt;adalah pernikahan seorang gadis, yang ayahnya telah menabung 10th demi&lt;br /&gt;mempersiapkan mas kawin untuknya. Tapi pada hari pernikahan, tetap saja mas&lt;br /&gt;kawinnya kurang, dan keluarga pria menghina ayahnya dan meludahi ayahnya..&lt;br /&gt;sang gadis langsung  melaporkan kejadian ini ke polisi.. dan keluarga pria&lt;br /&gt;ditahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak saat ini, barulah ada yang mulai berani mengikuti&lt;br /&gt;jejaknya. Karena sebenarnya, jika mereka berani melaporkan ke yang&lt;br /&gt;berwajib,&lt;br /&gt;pasti keluarga pria akan ditindak. Jika kita melihat ke sel tahanan di&lt;br /&gt;sana,&lt;br /&gt;kita akan melihat, dalam satu sel, ada yang berisi satu keluarga... Cuma&lt;br /&gt;karena mereka takut dengan ancaman, sedikit sekali yang berani&lt;br /&gt;melaporkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada akhir acara oprah, si peneliti mengatakan, berita&lt;br /&gt;dukanya, saat ini,seluruh korban di rumah sakit yang tadi&lt;br /&gt;ditayangkan, tidak dapat diselamatkan... kondisi mereka terlalu parah..&lt;br /&gt;yang kedua,&lt;br /&gt;cerita tentang seorang dokter yang telah mendedikasikan&lt;br /&gt;kehidupannya untuk para wanita di ethiopia yang menderita fistula. Di&lt;br /&gt;ethiopia, terdapat para keluarga yg tinggal jauh dari jalan besar... mereka&lt;br /&gt;tinggal dipinggiran. Ada tradisi di sana di mana anak perempuan yang baru&lt;br /&gt;berumur  8-9 tahun sudah dinikahkan dan tinggal bersama keluarga anak&lt;br /&gt;lelaki.Pada saat si anak perempuan sudah mendapat mensturasi, barulah si&lt;br /&gt;anak akan 'bersetubuh'. Maka itu pada usia yang sangat muda, mereka sudah&lt;br /&gt;mengandung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayangnya proses kelahirannya tidak dibantu apa2.. bahkan tidak ada bidan&lt;br /&gt;di&lt;br /&gt;sana. Ada yang melahirkan prosesnya berhari2.. bahkan sampai 6 hari...&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya bayinya meninggal karena terlalu lama... dan keluar (karena badan&lt;br /&gt;bayi sudah mengecil)... Karena proses melahirkan yang sulit dipicu oleh&lt;br /&gt;kondisi jasmani ibu muda yang belum cukup umur tsb, seringkali proses&lt;br /&gt;mengejan akhirnya merusak saluran kemih dan saluran BAB sang ibu.&lt;br /&gt;Akibatnya,&lt;br /&gt;pasca melahirkan, si ibu tidak dapat mengontrol saat buang air kecil dan&lt;br /&gt;air&lt;br /&gt;besar . Ia dpt buang air kecil dan ai r besar setiap saat tanpa disadari&lt;br /&gt;dan menetes terus dr saluran yang rusak tersebut. Belum lagi luka akibat&lt;br /&gt;melahirkan yang tidak diobati  sampai akhirnya bernanah dan berbau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak tahan dengan bau tersebut, maka suami akan mengusir istrinya ke rumah&lt;br /&gt;orang tuanya. Orang tua si istri dengan tangan terbuka menerima anaknya&lt;br /&gt;kembali dan membuatkan gubuk kecil di depan / belakang rumah mereka, agar&lt;br /&gt;si&lt;br /&gt;anak bisa tinggal di sana sampai sembuh...[krn bau sang anak tidak&lt;br /&gt;memungkinkan untuk tetap tinggal bersama orangtua ] sayangnya mereka tidak&lt;br /&gt;pernah sembuh dan selamanya hidup terasing...&lt;br /&gt;sampai si dokter wanita ini muncul di sana...&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya dokter ini datang hanya untuk kunjungan, tetapi&lt;br /&gt;setelah melihat keadaan di sana, dia memutuskan untuk tetap di sana dan&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya mendirikan rumah sakit khusus untuk para penderita fistula ini..&lt;br /&gt;Dia merawat dengan kasih sayang dan memberikan kem bali rasa percaya diri&lt;br /&gt;para wanita ini.&lt;br /&gt;Dia melakukan operasi untuk menyembuhkan para wanita ini...&lt;br /&gt;tanpa dikenakan biaya sepeser pun. para wanita ini datang pun  dengan&lt;br /&gt;pengorbanan yang luar biasa... ada dari mereka yg berjalan bermil2.... ada&lt;br /&gt;yang menjual ternaknya... ada yang menjual harta bendanya.. demi mereka&lt;br /&gt;bisa&lt;br /&gt;sampai di rumah sakit&lt;br /&gt;Kadang setelah mereka punya ongkos untuk naik kendaraan, tapi di kendaraan&lt;br /&gt;itu mereka diminta turun, karena mereka bau... dan tidak bisa menahan untuk&lt;br /&gt;buang air.. sehingga akhirnya mereka terpaksa berjalan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di rumah sakit yang didirikan bersama suaminya, sang&lt;br /&gt;Dokter selain melakukan operasi untuk fistula tersebut,&lt;br /&gt;dia juga memberikan kehidupan baru bagi mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah selesai operasi dan penyembuhan, para wanita ini akan pulang dengan&lt;br /&gt;pakaian baru dan tentu saja harapan akan kehidupan baru.&lt;br /&gt;Suatu sharing yang luar biasa yang dib agikan dalam acara&lt;br /&gt;tersebut. Saya bersyukur sekali telah melihatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saatnya kita syukuri anugrah yang telah kita dapatkan dalam kehidupan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Anda dan para wanita di sekitar kita mungkin  memiliki kehidupan yang jauh&lt;br /&gt;lebih baik. Terlepas dr berbagai cobaan dan beban hidup yang dialami. Namun&lt;br /&gt;nun jauh disana, di bawah sinar matahari yang sama, di bumi yang sama&lt;br /&gt;dengan&lt;br /&gt;yang kita pijak saat ini.. ada wanita-wanita lain yang memiliki&lt;br /&gt;kehidupan yang berbeda. Penderitaan yang mungkin lebih&lt;br /&gt;berat dari yang dapat kita bayangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to count your blessing...&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your love to others, lets make things better&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/8306148477498201100-6444407969413930366?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/6444407969413930366/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=6444407969413930366' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/6444407969413930366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/6444407969413930366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/11/unlucky-women.html' title='Unlucky Women'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-3883974287566503692</id><published>2008-11-24T20:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:15:23.303+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Lyric'/><title type='text'>Like a Rose</title><content type='html'>And as I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see an angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Sent from God above&lt;br /&gt;For me to love&lt;br /&gt;To hold and idolize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I hold your body near&lt;br /&gt;I'll see this month through to a year&lt;br /&gt;And then forever on&lt;br /&gt;Till life is gone&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep your loving near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I've finally found my way&lt;br /&gt;To lead me down this lonely road&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is follow you&lt;br /&gt;To lighten up my load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like a rose&lt;br /&gt;You give me room to grow&lt;br /&gt;You shone the light of love on me&lt;br /&gt;And gave me air so I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;You open doors that close&lt;br /&gt;In a world where anything goes&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength so I stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Within this bed of earth&lt;br /&gt;Just like a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel like hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Each time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;There's something new&lt;br /&gt;To keep our loving strong&lt;br /&gt;I hear you whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;All of the words I long to hear&lt;br /&gt;Of how you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Here next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wipe away my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I've finally found my way&lt;br /&gt;To lead me down this lonely road&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is follow you&lt;br /&gt;To lighten up my load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like a rose&lt;br /&gt;You give me room to grow&lt;br /&gt;You shone the light of love on me&lt;br /&gt;And gave me air so I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;You opened doors I closed&lt;br /&gt;In a world where anything goes&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength so I stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Within this bed of earth&lt;br /&gt;Just like a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though the seasons change&lt;br /&gt;Our love remains the same&lt;br /&gt;You face the thunder&lt;br /&gt;When the sunshine turns to rain&lt;br /&gt;Just like a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like a rose&lt;br /&gt;You give me room to grow&lt;br /&gt;You shone the light of love on me&lt;br /&gt;And gave me air so I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;You opened doors I closed&lt;br /&gt;In a world where anything goes&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength so I stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Within this bed of earth&lt;br /&gt;Just like a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength so I stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Within this bed of earth&lt;br /&gt;Just like a rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-3883974287566503692?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/3883974287566503692/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=3883974287566503692' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>True Love and Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>Pernah lihat film Poseidon??? Atau sekedar mendengar?? Film ini berkisah tentang sebuah kapal pesiar mewah yang tenggelam karena terkena ombak yang sangat besar semacam tsunami. Hanya beberapa orang yang berhasil selamat, dan banyak yang meninggal entah karena terbakar, tenggelam, kejatuhan berbagai benda yang berada di kapal. Beberapa orang yang berhasil selamat ini benar-benar berjuang untuk hidup. Untuk itu mereka benar-benar saling membantu meskipun tidak saling mengenal, dan ada juga yang mengorbankan dirinya atau mengorbankan orang lain demi keselamatannya. Yang menarik adalah kisah mengenai sepasang kekasih yang baru saja bertunangan di kapal dan seorang ayah yang sangat mengasihi anak gadisnya. Ada sebuah adegan yang sangat menarik. Saat itu kondisi memaksa seseorang harus berkorban demi keselamatan bersama. Ia harus menarik sebuah katup yang telah tertutup air. Saat itu sang pria (yang baru saja bertunangan) dianggap paling muda dan paling kuat untuk berenang lama. Ketika sang pria sedang berpamitan dengan kekasihnya, ayah sang gadis melihat sesuatu dan hatinya merasa tidak enak. Sang Ayah sangat mencintai anaknya, dan ia tahu sang anak tentunya akan sangat sedih bila sampai sesuatu terjadi pada tunangannya. Sementara ia sendiri merasa dirinya harus melakukan sesuatu yang dapat menyelamatkan putrinya dan beberapa orang yang bersama mereka. Ia tahu kemungkinan terburuknya adalah kematian. Tapi tampaknya ia tak mempedulikan hal tersebut. Yang ia rasakan hanyalah cinta yang besar terhadap anak gadisnya, dan ia ingin anaknya bahagia. Putrinya masih memiliki masa depan yang panjang bersama tunangannya. Sementara tugasnya sebagai ayah adalah membahagiakan putrinya. Maka ia pun memutuskan dirinya yang melompat ke dalam air dan menarik katup yang dimaksud. Ia tak mengatakan apa-apa, melompat begitu saja. Membuat anaknya dan tunangannya sangat terkejut. Mereka tak tahu harus berbuat apa, karena kondisi mereka sendiri sedang gawat. Kapal akan segera tenggelam. Sang Ayah yang berenang untuk mencari katup itu menemukan bahwa katup yang dimaksud telah rusak. Oksigennya pun menipis. Ia butuh udara tapi tak ada cukup waktu untuk naik dan mengambil napas. Maka ia berpikir apa yang dapat ia lakukan untuk menyelamatkan yang lain. Di saat-saat terakhirnya ia menekan sebuah tombol yang mampu menyelamatkan mereka semua, dan ia sendiri meninggal karena kehabisan nafas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benar-benar sebuah pengorbanan yang dilakukan oleh sang ayah. Itulah yang akan dilakukan oleh semua ayah, saya kira. Kejadian ini sedikit mirip dengan apa yang dilakukan Tuhan untuk kita. Ia rela mati untuk menyelamatkan kita semua. Sama seperti sang ayah, Tuhan juga memiliki pilihan. Ia bisa saja memilih untuk diam saja dan membiarkan kita manusia ini binasa. Sang ayah bisa saja diam dan menyuruh tunangan putrinya untuk menyelam yang mungkin akan mengorbankan tunangan putrinya dan mungkin juga yang lainnya. Tapi keduanya sama-sama memutuskan untuk mengorbankan diri mereka. Apakah alasannya??? Apa yang mendorong mereka melakukan hal-hal yang luar biasa semacam itu???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tak dapat memikirkan jawaban lainnya selain kasih sayang dan cinta. Kasih sayang ayah pada anaknya, kasih sayang Tuhan pada kita. Bukankah cinta itu sesuatu yang luar biasa? Cinta dapat menggerakkan seseorang untuk berkorban demi orang-orang yang dicintainya. Cinta sama sekali tak membutuhkan waktu lama untuk berpikir apa yang terbaik bagi orang-orang yang dicintainya. Itulah cinta. Mampukah kita mencintai seperti itu? Mungkin kita tak perlu mengorbankan nyawa kita. Lihat saja hal-hal kecil, seperti waktu atau pekerjaan. Mampukah kita mengorbankan waktu dan pekerjaan kita demi orang-orang yang kita cintai seperti keluarga kita? Orang tua kita, anak-anak kita, atau pasangan kita? Mari kita sama-sama merenungkan hal ini. Cukupkah cinta yang kita berikan pada mereka? Bila masih kurang, maka mulailah untuk mencintai! Sebelum semuanya terlalu terlambat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sebenernya yang pengen aku bahas disini, betapa seringkali di tengah-tengah segala kesibukan dan aktivitas kita sehari-hari, kita lupa bahwa kita masih memiliki keluarga. Mereka adalah orang-orang yang kita kasihi dan mengasihi kita. Tapi berapa banyak waktu yang kita luangkan untuk mereka? Ataukah kita lebih mementingkan pekerjaan kita dan bisnis-bisnis kita dibandingkan mereka yang mencintai kita??? Kalau memang Anda mencintai keluarga Anda (dan saya yakin Anda mencintai mereka!!!), maka berikan mereka cinta sebanyak-banyaknya seolah-olah hari esok mungkin tak akan pernah tiba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-5286345148292935410?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/5286345148292935410/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=5286345148292935410' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/5286345148292935410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/5286345148292935410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-love-and-sacrifice.html' title='True Love and Sacrifice'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-466436608212525206</id><published>2008-11-11T12:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:58:20.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>I ain't Mean, I Just Dun Wanna Be Fooled Around...</title><content type='html'>Aarrrggghhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aq punya satu temen nieh yg emank used to be my fren, but now I dunno, I just wanna stay away as far as I can from her. U noe why??? Coz she's so irritating, unbelievably annoying, and destructing (she destructs anything!!). Huff, like I said, I ain't mean looww apalagi dengan nulis all bout her di my blog. Haha, of course aq ga bakalan nulis disini apa aja kesalahan dan kejelekan dia, yang pasti PLENTY!! Siapapun yang kenal ama dia, someday pasti akan ngomong yang sama even banyak orang yang ga kenal baik ma dia juga ngomong hal yang sama. Sapa sih yang mau dimanfaatin en dipermainkan?? Sebaik2nya orang, ga ada yang mau dimanfaatin ama orang lain dunk, apalagi orang lain yang melabeli dirinya as ur fren (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya aq bener2 ga mau peduli lagi bout her, dun wanna talk bout her anymore!! But sumthing's goin on and I know it is goin on. I can smell it's happening now. Dia lg cari masalah nieh, dan dia tahu posisinya skrg kuat coz all my fren in class lagi pegi Malay. Well, she might thinks dat slama ini aq ga balas sms dia, aq ga ngomong apa2 artinya aq ga brani menghadapi dia. Uh, I ain't afraid of her!! She sent me dis sms yesterday, she said:&lt;br /&gt;"Fella u're so stiff, wad kind of fren are you?? Fella let's talk bout this as an adult." Hello?? Weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aq diam bukan krn aq takut, tapi krn aq pengen dia bisa bersikap dewasa, at least take a look at urself on mirror gitu loh. I dun have to say it, kek anak kecil ajah mesti diomongin terus, 'hey nak kamu salah, kamu mestinya kek gini.' Lagian it's not worth it, I ain't her FREN anymore!! Who am I supposed to tell her wad to do?? Selain itu, my messages juga harusnya uda cukup jelas, the way I act, semestinya dia uda tau klo I dun wanna be her fren, we never be fren anyway. Ga ada temen yang mau menghancurkan temennya sendiri kan? Ga ada temen yang merasa perlu untuk bersaing dan menjatuhkan temennya sendiri. She's NOT WORTH IT to be ur fren. C'est ne pas bonne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aq ga peduli dia mau ngoceh apa ke orang2 di sekitar sini, hey, nobody will ever believe her. Maybe just some people who don't understand the real her dat would believe her. I just dun care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat's why my frens.... Banyak temen yang ga baik di luar sana, dan banyak juga temen2 baik yang bahkan ga kita pedulikan diluar sana. From now on u should realize it!! Who you can really trust and who don't. Take a look around, banyak temen2 mu yang baik yang kamu anggap remeh dan enteng. One day, when you're down, those people yang akan help you and stand by you. Sayang kan kalo sebenarnya kita punya banyak teman baik tapi kita ga pernah peduli sama mereka. Real gud fren jangan disia-siakan my fren... Jadilah teman baik mereka juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu ayat yang menuliskan ttg persahabatan, bacalah Yohanes 15:9-17. Kemudian Amsal 18:24, Ada teman yang mendatangkan kecelakaan, tetapi ada juga sahabat yang lebih karib daripada seorang saudara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware and be friendly!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-466436608212525206?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/466436608212525206/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=466436608212525206' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/466436608212525206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/466436608212525206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-aint-mean-i-just-dun-wanna-be-fooled.html' title='I ain&apos;t Mean, I Just Dun Wanna Be Fooled Around...'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-1813350385501992021</id><published>2008-11-10T17:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:10:47.361+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>Wad a Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Huaaaa... I AM SOOO HAPPY TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not only bcoz this is my B'day, well it is, but it's because I know that lots of people love me, care about me, and WOOWW... I'm sooo happy till I can't stop saying it, I'm Happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneran dueh, ultah kali ini aq bener2 ngerasa sesuatu yang beda (Yuhuu!!). Of course karena skrg usia uda kepala 2, kek yang aq tulis kemaren panjang lebar (hehe dibaca nggak yah??), tapi beda karena begitu banyak SMS yang masuk, telpon yang masuk, ucapan selamat yang datang baik dari FS maupun dari blog ku. Hueheu... I realize, Oh My God, so many people do care about me, so many people love me. I have so many real gud friends around me, really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank some of my friends who gave me testimonial in FS: Afri, Florensia, Final Fan Sy i, Mega, Vincent Yang, Harwin, Jinggo, David uFo, Agnezz, Bu Lenny, Amalia; Thank you soo much yaaa, sorry aq ga sempet balasin testi kalian satu2 jadi aq tulis disini ajah (bukan brarti aq ga appreciate kalian low yaaahhh) I'm sooo happy and that's all because of YOU!! Kalian smua yang bikin aq makin bahagia di hari Ultah ku ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aq juga mau kasi salam buat temen2 ku yang lagi berjuang di Malaysia ngurusin Expo (jahat kalian pada pegi smua di hari ultah ku): Tuz en Janet. I love you all guys!! Ciayoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks buat smua yang qrim SMS, nah yg ini ga perlu dsebutin satu2 coz aq uda balasin SMS mereka smua. Wakakak... Thank you sooo much yah, May God Bless You all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat smua orang-orang (ada dosen ada staff) yang tadi ketemu aq di UC di lantai 3, hehe, aq ga tau namae satu2. Ada pak bagus, ada bu christine, dan masih banyak lagi. Thank you soo much, kq bisa tau ya klo aq ultah hari ini?? Eniwei, buat Bu Christine trutama yang uda nguber2 aq seharian ngerjain aq seharian buat ngasi kado dr bu evi, hueheu, Thank You Buuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah special thanks buat my beloved sista, bu evi......... makasih yo bu, kadonyaaa.... Wad a surprise!! Aq ga nyangka bu evi bela2in beli coklat buat aq padahal bu evi di thailand. Kq bisa yah??? I need to know how... Buhuhu... Jez kidding Bu, I really love the surprise and the special gift. Mwaaacchhhh here comes my special kiss for you... Luv ya!! Luv ya!! Luv ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooowww I'm sooo damn happy today.. I think there's nothing more to say. I love you all guys!! And I know you love me (heheee),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice Fella Karundeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title commentsLink"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-1813350385501992021?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/1813350385501992021/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=1813350385501992021' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/1813350385501992021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/1813350385501992021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/11/wad-birthday.html' title='Wad a Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-4398652883014116293</id><published>2008-11-09T18:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:38:33.639+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>My B'Day Wish!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRbYinkkUOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/T7qNvxSoGko/s1600-h/b-day_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRbYinkkUOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/T7qNvxSoGko/s200/b-day_cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266634903505883362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heii!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's my 20th B'day..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akhirnya usiaku uda masuk ke kepala 2 sekarang. Huwaaa!! A bit scary, but it's also exciting. Selama ini aq uda merasa nyaman dengan usia belasan, dan tentu saja dengan kemudaan dan semua yang kumiliki selama ini. Tapi sekarang, setelah berusia 20 tahun, tentunya ada suatu tanggung jawab baru yang harus kuemban. Memang tidak ada terlalu banyak perubahan yang nampak secara nyata, tapi setelah berusia 20 tak mungkin kita bisa bersikap sebagai anak berumur belasan lagi. Seram membayangkan bagaimana seseorang yang telah dewasa harus bersikap. Tak bisa lagi bermanja-manja, untungnya aq sudah terbiasa untuk menjadi anak yang mandiri dan tidak manja. Thanks to my parents!! Terlebih lagi sikap dalam menghadapi berbagai hal. Aq harus lebih bijaksana dan lebih pandai dalam menyikapi berbagai masalah. Dulu mungkin kesalahan-kesalahan yang kulakukan masih dapat dimaklumi. Sekarang, semakin sedikit kesalahan semakin baik, karena kesalahan-kesalahan kita tak bisa lagi dimaklumi sebagai suatu kesalahan anak kecil. (U know, anak kecil kan memang suka coba-coba segala hal, jadi kalau sampai melakukan kesalahan ya wajarlah) Aq juga berharap setelah usiaku bertambah, I become wiser dalam mengambil keputusan apapun juga. Semakin dewasa tentunya semakin banyak masalah yang akan menerpa. Dan masalah tak akan pernah selesai bila kita selalu melarikan diri darinya, jadi kita harus menghadapinya. Only right decision will leads us to the right things, so we can not decide sumthin wrong. Yeah, dat's wad scared me the most. So these are my prayers and my b'day wishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pray to God, may He bless me all the time as always, makes me wiser, makes me better, love me even more, and I pray may He send me the love of my life (the one who loves me just for me and loves me more than me) and give me strentgh to live my life. Make me care of others more than I care for my own self. I pray to God to bless those who love me and care for me, take care of them who take care of me. Love them coz they give me so much love till today. Bless them all like You bless me. (Amen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-4398652883014116293?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/4398652883014116293/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=4398652883014116293' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/4398652883014116293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/4398652883014116293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-bday-wish.html' title='My B&apos;Day Wish!!'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRbYinkkUOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/T7qNvxSoGko/s72-c/b-day_cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-1061174746565231976</id><published>2008-11-07T21:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:36:41.643+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>A Lesson Before Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRRSX7VwXcI/AAAAAAAAABw/uSfRLIRmVmc/s1600-h/Lesson-Before-Dying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRRSX7VwXcI/AAAAAAAAABw/uSfRLIRmVmc/s200/Lesson-Before-Dying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265924435322363330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Lesson Before Dying&lt;/i&gt; is set in the fictional city of Bayonne, Louisiana in the late 1940s. It tells the story of two African American men struggling to attain their manhood in a deeply prejudiced society. Jefferson, a young man with little formal education, is an innocent bystander at a deadly shootout between a white store owner and two black robbers. He is later convicted of murder and sentenced to death. During the trial, Jefferson’s defense lawyer calls him a “hog,” claiming he is less than human and therefore should not be killed. Jefferson’s distraught godmother Miss Emma asks Grant Wiggins, the local school teacher, to “make Jefferson a man” before he dies. Over the course of the novel, Grant must find the courage within himself to face many diverse situations: a hateful white society; an indigent black community with high expectations; a pained young man convicted of murder and slated for execution; and his own reluctant feelings to shoulder the many burdens of the black community.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grant faces many different types of opposition during the novel. Though Miss Emma, Jefferson’s Godmother, has worked for Henry Pichot, the plantation owner, for years, he is reluctant to help Grant make Jefferson a man. At one point, Miss Emma gets down on her knees and begs for help from Mr. Pichot. Grant is often asked to visit Mr. Pichot’s house to meet with him, and then is forced to wait in the kitchen for hours until Mr. Pichot is ready to see him. During his many trips to the jail to visit Jefferson, Grant is scrutinized and ridiculed by the white sheriff. The plantation school is horribly under-funded, yet when the white superintendent of schools, Dr. Joseph Morgan, visits, he only examines the children’s teeth as though they were cattle, and instructs Grant to place "more emphasis on hygiene." (p. 57) When Grant suggests that the children have never seen a toothbrush before, the superintendent replies that they can gather pecan nuts to pay for the brushes: “Get (the kids) off their lazy butts, they can make enough for a dozen toothbrushes in an evening.” (p. 58). He ignores Grant when he tells him that the money from gathering pecans "usually goes to helping the family": that is to say to buy essentials such as food and clothes. Not only does Grant face oppression from white characters in the novel, but also must face the struggles within the black community. Grant grapples with his own ability to even make an impact on his students. Grant's former teacher, Matthew Antoine, had told him that teaching was useless. He constantly grapples with his internal motivation for staying at the quarter and not leaving for an easier life. Though Grant is educated, he is, unlike the majority of the other characters in the book, not Christian. As such Grant constantly wrestles with the local black minister, Reverend Ambrose, who wants to save Jefferson’s soul before he dies. Both men are looked up to in their community, but both have sharply contrasting views about what is best for people.&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/8306148477498201100-1061174746565231976?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/1061174746565231976/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=1061174746565231976' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/1061174746565231976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/1061174746565231976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/11/lesson-before-dying.html' title='A Lesson Before Dying'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRRSX7VwXcI/AAAAAAAAABw/uSfRLIRmVmc/s72-c/Lesson-Before-Dying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-2313556159462966257</id><published>2008-11-07T20:54:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:04:12.090+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Lyric'/><title type='text'>When I Grow Up - PussyCat Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRRKp33y_XI/AAAAAAAAABY/zP2MgyMlC_I/s1600-h/Pussycat+Dolls,+The+-+PCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRRKp33y_XI/AAAAAAAAABY/zP2MgyMlC_I/s200/Pussycat+Dolls,+The+-+PCD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265915947536022898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's goin' you sexy, and you don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;See everytime you turn around you screaming my name&lt;br /&gt;What's up you sexy and you don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;See everytime you turn around you screaming my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't Yall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I got a confession (haha, ha, ha)&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I wanted attention(haha, ha, ha)&lt;br /&gt;an I promised myself that I'd do anything (haha, ha, ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;anything to get men to notice me (haha, ha, ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't complaining&lt;br /&gt;We all wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and say what you wanna say&lt;br /&gt;You know what it's like to be nameless&lt;br /&gt;When no one know what your name is&lt;br /&gt;Cause see when I was younger I would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have grupies&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up,I wanna see me, me on TV, people know me, be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, freshly cleaned, number one chick, wanna step out on the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful what you wish for cause&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful what you wish for cause&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used to tell me I was silly,&lt;br /&gt;until I popped up on the TV (lala la, la)&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be a superstar,&lt;br /&gt;who knew that singing songs would get me this far (lala la, la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't complaining&lt;br /&gt;We all wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and say what you wanna say&lt;br /&gt;You know what it's like to be nameless&lt;br /&gt;When no one know what your name is&lt;br /&gt;Cause see when I was younger I would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have grupies&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up,I wanna see me, me on TV, people know me, be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, freshly cleaned, number one chick, wanna step out on the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful what you wish for cause&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful what you wish for cause&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see they're astounded by me, I'm a trend setter, yes this is true&lt;br /&gt;cause what I do no one can do it better&lt;br /&gt;You can talk about me cause I'm a hot 'sup bitch&lt;br /&gt;I see you watchin' me watchin' me&lt;br /&gt;and I know you want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have grupies&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up,I wanna see me, me on TV, people know me, be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, freshly cleaned, number one chick, wanna step out on the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful what you wish for cause&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful what you wish for cause&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have grupies&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up,I wanna see me, me on TV, people know me, be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, freshly cleaned, number one chick, wanna step out on the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful what you wish for cause&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful what you wish for cause&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-2313556159462966257?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/2313556159462966257/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=2313556159462966257' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/2313556159462966257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/2313556159462966257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-grow-up-pussycat-dolls.html' title='When I Grow Up - PussyCat Dolls'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRRKp33y_XI/AAAAAAAAABY/zP2MgyMlC_I/s72-c/Pussycat+Dolls,+The+-+PCD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-5636771446552416654</id><published>2008-11-07T20:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:07:49.825+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Tips'/><title type='text'>What's Hoootttt.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Try on all of your favorite clothes. Take notes on how they fit and flatter you. Then shop for similar colors, fabrics, shapes and lengths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A great fit can make an outfit, just as a poor fit can break it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A well-cut suit is one of the most flattering outfits you can own. Remember: dark tones create a long line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Choose a fingertip length jacket or one that falls mid-hip. Pants should be straight leg or boot cut and the hem should be worn slightly long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Select flat knit, fine rib and jersey tops; Choose pants with flapless pockets, flat fronts with just enough stretch for added comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Know thyself - Know your proportions!&lt;/span&gt;                                   &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                     &lt;center&gt;                                       &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" width="80%" border="0" cellspacing="3"&gt;                                         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                           &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Skinny bottom half? Wear a full top over narrow pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;/tr&gt;                                         &lt;tr&gt;                                           &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Short waisted? Wear a long top and short skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;/tr&gt;                                         &lt;tr&gt;                                           &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Petite torso? Wear a fitted top with full pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;/tr&gt;                                         &lt;tr&gt;                                           &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Long waisted? Pair a short top with long bottoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                         &lt;/tr&gt;                                       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                     &lt;/center&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td width="100%"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Show off the trimmest parts of your body by combining a tight fitting piece with a loose fitting one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Any color worn head to toe in a clean, unbroken line will produce a dynamically slimming effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Don't worry if separates don't match exactly. Tonal variations are a creative alternative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Taller bodies can take larger prints and more contrast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The darker a print's background, the slimmer the look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Blouses: a collared shirt always gives a torso a few good inches and frames the face handsomely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; A slim v-neck makes the neck appear longer and is usually very flattering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Boatnecks are great for minimizing waists and hips, while maximizing sexy shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If your legs are fuller inside, try a side slit. If your legs are fuller outside, a mid-front or back slit is a better choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; There is never an excuse for panty lines! A thong is a girl's best friend - they even come with tummy control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Bright colors bring attention to an area - make sure you wear them wisely and only on your most flattering body parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Dark hosiery is in this fall. While brightly colored turquoise and scarlet hose may look great in the store window, muted hues like teal and wine are much more flattering. Match the shoe and the hose color to tighten the look even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; A shoulder bag tucked quietly under the arm is most flattering.&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;/tr&gt;                             &lt;tr&gt;                               &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Stilettos are back and in spite of the discomfort at times - they make your legs look like a million dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fashion-411.com/Fash_Tips/Fashion_tip20.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-5636771446552416654?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/5636771446552416654/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=5636771446552416654' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/5636771446552416654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/5636771446552416654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-choose-right-outfits-for-your.html' title='What&apos;s Hoootttt.......'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-6585583135052481511</id><published>2008-11-07T20:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:34:49.770+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Lyric'/><title type='text'>One Step at a Time - Jordin Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;So close, but so far away&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for you to taste&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen and we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe and you doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're confused, you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you always wished for&lt;br /&gt;Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours&lt;br /&gt;If they only knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;But there's no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;when you need to find the strength&lt;br /&gt;It's your faith that makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;The only way you get there&lt;br /&gt;Is one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&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/8306148477498201100-6585583135052481511?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/6585583135052481511/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=6585583135052481511' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/6585583135052481511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/6585583135052481511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step at a Time - 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Hukum Berpikir Positif ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt; Pygmalion   adalah seorang pemuda yang berbakat seni memahat. Ia sungguh piawai dalam   memahat patung. Karya ukiran tangannya sungguh bagus.Tetapi bukan   kecakapannya itu menjadikan ia dikenal dan isenangi teman dan tetangganya.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Pygmalion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt; dikenal   sebagai orang yang suka berpikiran positif. Ia memandang segala sesuatu dari   sudut yang baik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Apabila   lapangan di tengah kota becek, orang-orang mengomel. Tetapi Pygmalion   berkata, "Untunglah, lapangan yang lain tidak sebecek ini." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Ketika ada seorang   pembeli patung ngotot menawar-nawar harga, kawan-kawan Pygmalion berbisik,   "Kikir betul orang itu." Tetapi Pygmalion berkata, "Mungkin   orang itu perlu mengeluarkan uang untuk urusan lain yang lebih perlu". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Ketika   anak-anak mencuri apel dikebunnya, Pygmalion tidak mengumpat. Ia malah merasa   iba, "Kasihan, anak-anak itu kurang mendapat pendidikan dan makanan yang   cukup di rumahnya." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Itulah   pola pandang Pygmalion. Ia tidak melihat suatu keadaan dari segi buruk,   melainkan justru dari segi baik. Ia tidak pernah berpikir buruk tentang orang   lain; sebaliknya, ia mencoba membayangkan hal-hal baik dibalik perbuatan   buruk orang lain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Pada   suatu hari Pygmalion mengukir sebuah patung wanita dari kayu yang sangat   halus. Patung itu berukuran manusia sungguhan. Ketika sudah rampung, patung   itu tampak seperti manusia betul. Wajah patung itu tersenyum manis menawan,   tubuhnya elok menarik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Kawan-kawan   Pygmalion berkata, "Ah,sebagus- bagusnya patung, itu cuma patung, bukan   isterimu." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Tetapi   Pygmalion memperlakukan patung itu sebagai manusia betul. Berkali-kali patung   itu ditatapnya dan dielusnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Para   dewa yang ada di &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;Gunung&lt;/span&gt; Olympus memperhatikan   dan menghargai sikap Pygmalion, lalu mereka memutuskan untuk memberi anugerah   kepada Pygmalion, yaitu mengubah patung itu menjadi manusia betul..   Begitulah, Pygmalion hidup berbahagia dengan isterinya itu yang konon adalah   wanita tercantik di seluruh negeri Yunani. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Nama Pygmalion dikenang hingga kini untuk mengambarkan dampak pola   berpikir yang positif. Kalau kita berpikir positif tentang suatu keadaan atau   seseorang, seringkali hasilnya betul-betul menjadi positif.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Misalnya,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Jika kita   bersikap ramah terhadap seseorang, maka orang itupun akan menjadi ramah   terhadap kita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Jika kita   memperlakukan anak kita sebagai anak yang cerdas, akhirnya dia betul-betul   menjadi cerdas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Jika kita   yakin bahwa upaya kita akan berhasil, besar sekali kemungkinan upaya dapat   merupakan separuh keberhasilan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Dampak   pola berpikir positif itu disebut dampak Pygmalion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Pikiran   kita memang seringkali mempunyai dampak fulfilling prophecy atau ramalan   tergenapi, baik positif maupun negatif. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Kalau kita   menganggap tetangga kita judes sehingga kita tidak mau bergaul dengan dia,   maka akhirnya dia betul-betul menjadi judes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Kalau kita   mencurigai dan menganggap anak kita tidak jujur, akhirnya ia betul-betul   menjadi tidak jujur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Kalau kita   sudah putus asa dan merasa tidak sanggup pada awal suatu usaha, besar sekali   kemungkinannya kita betul-betul akan gagal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Pola   pikir Pygmalion adalah berpikir, menduga dan berharap hanya yang baik tentang   suatu keadaan atau seseorang. Bayangkan, bagaimana besar dampaknya bila kita   berpola pikir positif seperti itu. &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;Kita&lt;/span&gt; tidak   akan berprasangka buruk tentang orang lain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Kita   tidak menggunjingkan desas-desus yang jelek tentang orang lain. Kita tidak   menduga-duga yang jahat tentang orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt; Kalau   kita berpikir buruk tentang orang lain, selalu ada saja bahan untuk menduga hal-hal   yang buruk. Jika ada seorang kawan memberi hadiah kepada kita, jelas itu   adalah perbuatan baik. Tetapi jika kita berpikir buruk,kita akan menjadi   curiga, "Barangkali ia sedang mencoba membujuk," atau kita   mengomel, "Ah, hadiahnya cuma barang murah." Yang rugi dari pola   pikir seperti itu adalah diri kita sendiri. Kita menjadi mudah curiga. Kita   menjadi tidak bahagia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Sebaliknya,   kalau kita berpikir positif, kita akan menikmati hadiah itu dengan rasa   gembira dan syukur, "Ia begitu murah hati. Walaupun ia sibuk, ia ingat   untuk memberi kepada kita." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Warna   hidup memang tergantung dari warna kaca mata yang kita pakai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Symbol;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Kalau kita   memakai kaca mata kelabu, segala sesuatu akan tampak kelabu. Hidup menjadi   kelabu dan suram. Tetapi kalau kita memakai kaca mata yang terang, segala   sesuatu akan tampak cerah. &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;Kaca mata&lt;/span&gt; yang   berprasangka atau benci akan menjadikan hidup kita penuh rasa curiga dan   dendam. Tetapi kaca mata yang damai akan menjadikan hidup kita damai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Hidup   akan menjadi baik kalau kita memandangnya dari segi yang baik. Berpikir baik   tentang diri sendiri. Berpikir baik tentang orang lain. Berpikir baik tentang   keadaan. Berpikir baik tentang Tuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;Dampak   berpikir baik seperti itu akan kita rasakan.. Keluarga menjadi hangat. &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;Kawan&lt;/span&gt; menjadi bisa dipercaya. Tetangga menjadi akrab.   Pekerjaan menjadi menyenangkan. Dunia menjadi ramah. Hidup menjadi indah.   Seperti Pygmalion, begitulah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span   lang="SV" style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;MAKE   SURE YOU ARE PYGMALION and the world will be filled with positive people   only........ ....how nice!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-5019542287712979676?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/5019542287712979676/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=5019542287712979676' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/5019542287712979676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/5019542287712979676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/11/hukum-berpikir-positif.html' title='Hukum Berpikir Positif'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRAlbpmoaWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Dx04z-LgWl8/s72-c/pygmalion+and+galatea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-6708232951323655487</id><published>2008-11-04T16:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:21:18.396+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Words...'/><title type='text'>Second Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRAb0ak_6yI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2lINQ_Hhyjg/s1600-h/header-second_chance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRAb0ak_6yI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2lINQ_Hhyjg/s200/header-second_chance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264738551697763106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody deserves a second chance... Kata-kata semacam itu tentunya sering kali kita dengar. Tapi apakah sebenarnya makna dari "Kesempatan Kedua" itu??? Seberapa sering kita mendapatkan kesempatan kedua? Atau sebaliknya seberapa sering kita memberikan kesempatan kedua kepada orang lain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi beberapa orang (mungkinkah berlaku juga untuk semua orang?) kesempatan tidak akan datang setiap saat. Dan sekali saja kita melewatinya, kesempatan yang sama belum tentu akan kembali lagi. Pertanyaannya, mampukah kita memberikan kesempatan kedua bagi mereka yang membutuhkannya?? Ataukah mereka harus terus menunggu dan berharap hingga berputus asa karena kesempatan kedua itu tak pernah tiba??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya kedengaran cukup mudah bagi kita untuk memberi kesempatan kedua, toh kita tidak akan kehilangan apapun. Tapi masalahnya, kesempatan itu berhubungan dengan perasaan kita. Misalnya saja, bila seseorang berbuat salah kepada kita berulang-ulang kali, maka kita akan berhenti percaya kepadanya. Ini juga terjadi kepada saya. Tadinya saya memiliki seorang teman di kelas yang bisa dibilang cukup dekat dengan saya. Awalnya saya mengira ia orang yang baik karena sikapnya yang manis dan menyenangkan. Tapi ternyata semua itu hanyalah kedoknya untuk memanfaatkan pertemanan kami. Saya bukan orang yang mudah untuk dibodohi dan diperalat, tapi saya tetap memberinya kesempatan untuk berubah. Sampai pada puncaknya, saya benar-benar sudah tak tahan lagi dan memutuskan untuk berpisah dengannya. Kenyataannya tanpa dia saya merasa hidup ini jauh lebih baik. Saya sama sekali tak merasa menyesal telah membuat keputusan semacam ini karena semua perbuatannya pada saya sudah tak dapat dimaafkan lagi. Saya telah memberinya banyak sekali kesempatan untuk merubah sikapnya, entah berapa kali yang pasti tidak hanya kesempatan kedua, tapi juga ketiga, keempat, dan seterusnya. Dan kesempatan itu kini telah habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari pengalaman saya, saya membuktikan bahwa memberikan kesempatan kedua memang tidaklah mudah. Karena kita harus siap untuk disakiti lagi walau dalam hati berharap ia akan memanfaatkannya dengan baik dan sungguh-sungguh berubah. Tapi saya hanya manusia biasa, dan kesabaran saya pun ada batasnya. Pada akhirnya saya akan menyerah juga dan berhenti memberikan kesempatan itu. Karena permasalahannya bukan lagi pada saya, tapi pada dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tak habis pikir, bagaimana Tuhan mengajarkan kepada kita untuk selalu memberi maaf pada mereka yang bersalah kepada kita. Memberi maaf, okay, cukup mudah. Tapi memberikan ia kesempatan lagi?? Tunggu dulu. Saya tak mau dibodohi lagi, saya tak mau diperalat lagi. Tapi bukankah Tuhan tak hanya memberi maaf tapi juga memberikan kesempatan lagi?? Ia tak pernah merasa lelah untuk memberikan kita kesempatan lagi dan percaya bahwa suatu saat kita benar-benar akan memanfaatkan kesempatan itu untuk berubah. Kita mungkin akan berkata, "Saya bukan Tuhan jadi wajar donk kalo kita tidak sebaik Tuhan??" Benar sih, memang begitulah kenyataannya. Lha wong Tuhan aja pernah marah, masa kita sebagai manusia ga bisa marah? Sabarnya kita ya ga sepanjang sabarnya Tuhan dunk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai kesimpulannya, menurut saya sebagai manusia yang penuh kelemahan, sebaiknya kita belajar untuk menjadi bijaksana. Ada kalanya memang kita harus memberikan kesempatan kedua bagi sesama kita, tapi bila memang sudah berkali-kali kita memberikan, dan berkali-kali ia tidak mempergunakan kesempatan itu dan malah mencelakai bahkan merugikan kita. Ya sudah. Tak ada lagi kesempatan, sampai orang itu benar-benar berubah. Doakan saja dia bila kita benar-benar menyayanginya, semoga suatu saat ia bisa berubah. Entah dengan cara apa, mungkin saja dari sikap kita juga bisa merubahnya. Tapi yang pasti jalan Tuhan pasti baik untuk semua pihak, walaupun sekarang tampaknya buruk tapi nantinya akan jadi indah pada waktunya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-6708232951323655487?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/feeds/6708232951323655487/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306148477498201100&amp;postID=6708232951323655487' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/6708232951323655487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306148477498201100/posts/default/6708232951323655487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatricefella.blogspot.com/2008/11/second-chance.html' title='Second Chance'/><author><name>Beatrice Fella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10801113123079566809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRApS4FoV5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5nYwPMfz3o8/S220/FDR_0806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRAb0ak_6yI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2lINQ_Hhyjg/s72-c/header-second_chance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306148477498201100.post-2276313924111069396</id><published>2008-11-04T16:30:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:44:34.408+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Lyric'/><title type='text'>Womanizer - Britney Spears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRAZcPaEUII/AAAAAAAAAAU/7dk6Uq6KfaI/s1600-h/britney_spears_lyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9fvK6F6ApI/SRAZcPaEUII/AAAAAAAAAAU/7dk6Uq6KfaI/s200/britney_spears_lyrics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264735937359007874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstar, where you from, how's it going?&lt;br /&gt;I know you, gotta clue whatcha doing&lt;br /&gt;You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here&lt;br /&gt;But I know what you are, what you are, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at you, getting more than just a re-up&lt;br /&gt;Baby you, got all the puppets with their strings up&lt;br /&gt;Faking like a good one, but I call 'em like I see 'em&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are, what you are, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer,&lt;br /&gt;Oh womanizer, oh you're a womanizer, baby&lt;br /&gt;You you you are, you you you are&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer (womanizer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You) You got me going&lt;br /&gt;(You) You're oh so charming&lt;br /&gt;(You) But I can't do it&lt;br /&gt;(You) You womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You) You say I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;(You) I got your crazy&lt;br /&gt;(You) You're nothing but a&lt;br /&gt;(You) Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy-o, you've got the swagger of a champion&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for you, you just can't find the right companion&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you have one too many, makes it hard, it could be easy&lt;br /&gt;Who you are, that's just who you are, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lollipop, you must mistake you're a sucker&lt;br /&gt;To think that I, would be a victim, not another&lt;br /&gt;Say it, play how you want it&lt;br /&gt;But no way I'm never gonna fall for you, never you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer,&lt;br /&gt;Oh womanizer, oh you're a womanizer, baby&lt;br /&gt;You you you are, you you you are&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer (womanizer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You) You got me going&lt;br /&gt;(You) You're oh so charming&lt;br /&gt;(You) But I can't do it&lt;br /&gt;(You) You womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You) You say I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;(You) I got your crazy&lt;br /&gt;(You) You're nothing but a&lt;br /&gt;(You) Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we both lived in a different world (womanizer, womanizer, womanizer, womanizer)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;It would be all good and maybe I could be your girl&lt;br /&gt;But I can't 'cause we don't, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer,&lt;br /&gt;Oh womanizer, oh you're a womanizer, baby&lt;br /&gt;You you you are, you you you are&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer (womanizer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You) You got me going&lt;br /&gt;(You) You're oh so charming&lt;br /&gt;(You) But I can't do it&lt;br /&gt;(You) You womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You) You say I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;(You) I got your crazy&lt;br /&gt;(You) You're nothing but a&lt;br /&gt;(You) Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front&lt;br /&gt;I (I) know just (just) what you are-are-are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer,&lt;br /&gt;Oh womanizer, oh you're a womanizer, baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306148477498201100-2276313924111069396?l=beatricefella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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