<?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-5321260480506743893</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:49:20.185+07:00</updated><category term='mood'/><category term='xi ipa a'/><category term='break fast'/><category term='subang'/><category term='connection'/><category term='new look'/><category term='the corrs'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='please'/><category term='lomo'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='daily'/><category term='sman 8'/><category term='tesis'/><category term='tuition'/><category term='changed'/><category term='internet'/><category term='class'/><category term='high school'/><category term='what can i do'/><category term='complicated'/><category term='ladies'/><category term='2008'/><category term='special'/><category term='sahur'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='camera'/><category term='kak lale'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='college'/><category term='likey'/><category term='refresh'/><category term='lovely'/><category term='fans'/><category term='blog'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='kak ocha'/><category term='life'/><category term='day'/><category term='present'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='besties'/><category term='unstable'/><category term='serra'/><category term='error'/><category term='love'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='wondershoes'/><category term='problem'/><title type='text'>And the drama continues....</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;My own stage act from my actual life's scripts&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-8551659804828680320</id><published>2010-01-18T23:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:46:52.791+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuition'/><title type='text'>Surviving 12th Grade</title><content type='html'>Sorry for my absencies lately, it's just waaay too hectic these days.&lt;br /&gt;Being a 12th grader is not as easy as I think. Tryouts and tryouts are coming and the pressure is just so intense. I didn't do very well in last semester and now, it's time to applicate fro universities. Gosh it's hard you know? Seeing how the test works, in my case, 100 out of thousands of people who choose Medicine Faculty for their next destination is too cruel. Maybe these things turn out to be so damn freakin crazy, I think.&lt;br /&gt;But my parents and bestfriends are there to push and support me. They tell me to keep chasing and try for it. Well I guess I gotta do it and be strong, hey hardwork needed here.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me everyone, for my college program. Wish me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Aya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-8551659804828680320?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/8551659804828680320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2010/01/surviving-12th-grade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/8551659804828680320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/8551659804828680320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2010/01/surviving-12th-grade.html' title='Surviving 12th Grade'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-5130513766392360317</id><published>2009-10-28T23:29:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:44:41.293+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My choice</title><content type='html'>Quoting this lyrics to be my soundtrack of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're on the phone with your girlfriend she's upset&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She's going of about something that you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm in my room it's a typical Tuesday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause she never know your story like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But she wears short skirt, I wear t-shirt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find that what you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lookin for has been here the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who uderstand you, been here all along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So why can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You belong with me, you belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Walking the streets with you and your worn out jeans&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey, isn't this easy?&lt;br /&gt;And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down&lt;br /&gt;You say you're fine I know you better than that&lt;br /&gt;Hey what you doing with a girl like that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She wears high heels I wear sneakers&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain I'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;That what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understand you, been here all along&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me, you belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by and waiting at your backdoor&lt;br /&gt;All this time how could you not know, baby&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me, you belong with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, I remember you driving to my house&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry&lt;br /&gt;And I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Think I know where you belong think I know it's with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't you see that I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;Who understands you, been here all along&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you see? you belong with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You belong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-5130513766392360317?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/5130513766392360317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/10/quoting-this-lyrics-to-be-my-soundtrack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/5130513766392360317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/5130513766392360317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/10/quoting-this-lyrics-to-be-my-soundtrack.html' title='My choice'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-2790478075561312061</id><published>2009-10-28T22:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:26:15.004+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>Having an unstable mood lately</title><content type='html'>Everything seems so unstable to me. Just lately. Too many shocks, hurts, tears, laughs, confuses, works, probs, responsibilities, eeerrgghh all those things are floating in my head. It even turns to be so damn heavy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking, will I be able to go through it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will I accomplish my mission with all the pressures?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will I stood still?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will I be strong enough to run through these storms?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will I be able to face it by myself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just only can guess until time comes knockin on my door and say, "it's time" to me.&lt;br /&gt;And when that time comes, I still don't know how to handle it. I just can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-2790478075561312061?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/2790478075561312061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/10/having-unstable-mood-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/2790478075561312061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/2790478075561312061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/10/having-unstable-mood-lately.html' title='Having an unstable mood lately'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-6805693021932613310</id><published>2009-09-24T02:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:56:16.807+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kak lale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kak ocha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>My special 17th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/Srp49N_FtXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u76qSUWPQ7g/s1600-h/aya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/Srp49N_FtXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u76qSUWPQ7g/s400/aya2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384749297596478834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a birthday girl is fun! I was having my birthday on 19th of september and I really really really love my birthday. It feels soo happy when you received message, tweets and walls on facebook from everyone that greet you birthday wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels soooo good, how I love it very much. And what makes my 17th birthday so special is.................. I got a special present from my lovely friends&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.serraannisa.blogspot.com/"&gt;SERRA&lt;/a&gt;, wooohooooo!!!!!!!!!! She has this amazing thought for giving me a special birthday present from my idol (and hers too) hehehehe. And that's the photo; IT'S A SPECIAL GREETING FROM LALE MALIQ &amp;amp; D'ESSENTIALS. Oh my, I can't thank Serra more than this hhhh oh yeah and special thanks too for kak lale and his gf, kak ocha. You can follow them on twitter by clicking their timeline ---&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.twitter.com/lalepsi"&gt;@lalepsi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.twitter.com/ochauriona"&gt;@ochauriona&lt;/a&gt;. MMMMUAH THANK YOU SO MUCH SER, AND ALL MY FRIENDS OUT THERE THAT HAVE WISHING ME THOSE GREAT WISHES ON MY BIRTHDAY. LOVE Y'ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Aya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-6805693021932613310?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/6805693021932613310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-special-17th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/6805693021932613310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/6805693021932613310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-special-17th-birthday.html' title='My special 17th birthday'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/Srp49N_FtXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u76qSUWPQ7g/s72-c/aya2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-1345000641013773563</id><published>2009-09-24T01:56:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:27:49.194+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><title type='text'>just guess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/Srp2NPod5NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/734NMhKcyU0/s1600-h/lomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/Srp2NPod5NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/734NMhKcyU0/s320/lomo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384746274381489362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/Srp2MirqZZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kTNUIy8Nhho/s1600-h/lomo-colorsplash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/Srp2MirqZZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kTNUIy8Nhho/s320/lomo-colorsplash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384746262315296146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey listen, I'm looking for a new but-fun camera. And after browsing and asking from some of my friends that experts, I want this kinda camera so bad. Those pictures above are two photos that has been taken with that camera. Nice, right? So can you guess what's the camera is? thanks for guessing, I'll wait for your answersss :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-1345000641013773563?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/1345000641013773563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/1345000641013773563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/1345000641013773563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-guess.html' title='just guess!'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/Srp2NPod5NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/734NMhKcyU0/s72-c/lomo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-5184528700981023411</id><published>2009-09-17T03:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:44:25.520+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sahur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>feels like insomnia-aaaarghh!</title><content type='html'>here I am again, sitting on my chair, staring at my laptop and typing this post. When Ramadhan comes and it's time for sahur time, it's WAAAAAY too possible to go to bed before sahur when I arrived late at home. I mean come on, it's holiday and too many things that you wanna do right???? such as browsing, play games, watching DVDs and more lazy stuffs. But here I am now, sitting on my chair still have that insomnia-kind-of thing attacked me and so I'm still here, posting this post to my blog. Maybe I should try to sleep since I have an important thing to do tomorrow..... Hmm bye everyone, wish me a good sleep :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-5184528700981023411?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/5184528700981023411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/09/feels-like-insomnia-aaaarghh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/5184528700981023411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/5184528700981023411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/09/feels-like-insomnia-aaaarghh.html' title='feels like insomnia-aaaarghh!'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-2259859488162328883</id><published>2009-09-10T00:01:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:14:05.534+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break fast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>What a lovely day, today</title><content type='html'>I loooove today so much!!!!! School was so fine since the teachers were all absent-well, except the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BTA&lt;/span&gt;'s, but hey it's like a full free time at school. WOOHOOOOO and life can't get any better than this. As we have planned before, Me and my Ladies (Rhine, Serre, Delle and Alessa) had a break fasting together. After school we went to Rhine's to take some rest but you must know what happen if 5 girls are gather and met; chat, chat chat and big burstin out laughs, and we're not an exception. Too many stories to tell when we met each other, from our personal love life till some spooky-scary kinda stories and some spooky silly stories were a good topic to talked about. Serre was the one who left the dinner first cause she's gotta go to Pisa Cafe to watch Maliq &amp;amp; D'essentialls performance in a charity program. Since she's a big big big fans of Lale (one of the personnels) so it's a must to watch they perform and guess what? She got a picture with him! wowowowww I'm happy for her and I had a little thought, would it be good if I invite him to my birthday? Hmmmm whatchathinkaboutthat??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-2259859488162328883?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/2259859488162328883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-lovely-day-today.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/2259859488162328883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/2259859488162328883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-lovely-day-today.html' title='What a lovely day, today'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-6141164933373043314</id><published>2009-09-09T23:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:01:12.111+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='error'/><title type='text'>Some dang-ish internet connection</title><content type='html'>Finally, back again after the serious internet thingy. I mean seriously, man, I hate soooo double triple much if there's something happen with the internet geez it's purpose is to make people's work a lot easier then why did it always make everything harder for me???? hhhmmm but however, now I already got my internet back so I'm happy happy happyyyy haha. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-6141164933373043314?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/6141164933373043314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-dang-ish-internet-connection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/6141164933373043314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/6141164933373043314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-dang-ish-internet-connection.html' title='Some dang-ish internet connection'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-7256777356489371481</id><published>2009-08-29T00:37:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:00:54.875+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besties'/><title type='text'>one little surprise</title><content type='html'>I just got home from my bestie's birthday surprise at Mulia Hotel. She's Raisha!! It was fun fun fun but it needs sooo much sacrifices hahaha. At the first time, the scenario is going well but unfortunately too many mishaps happened back then. From Raisha's misunderstanding about why her mom hasn't called her, till how we twist the scenario so the security will allow us to go up to her room. It made us thinking, how on earth did this surprise thing can be so hard??? But it's okay and it's worth the try, I had a great nite and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WE STILL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; YOU, RAISA :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Aya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-7256777356489371481?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/7256777356489371481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-little-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/7256777356489371481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/7256777356489371481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-little-surprise.html' title='one little surprise'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-3444306049918997552</id><published>2009-08-28T01:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:08:54.158+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new look'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refresh'/><title type='text'>A Renovation With My Blog!</title><content type='html'>It's been like ages since I posted my last blog and now I 'm back with the fresh look! :) Hope you'll enjoy it even more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-3444306049918997552?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/3444306049918997552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/08/renovation-with-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/3444306049918997552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/3444306049918997552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/08/renovation-with-my-blog.html' title='A Renovation With My Blog!'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-5479556655595144898</id><published>2009-02-16T23:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:05:36.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; isn't about loving a perfect person, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;loving an imperfect person perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How sweet is that? Is that true? How's your opinion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-5479556655595144898?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/5479556655595144898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/02/anonymous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/5479556655595144898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/5479556655595144898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/02/anonymous.html' title='Anonymous'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-1040523733863662664</id><published>2009-02-16T23:28:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:42:25.701+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondershoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>fashionista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey ho, it's been so long since I wrote the last post. Im kinda busy or something (haha :D).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, lately, I like to browse any kinda things about the latest fashion trend, well maybe most of you also know where we can find the latest trend (it's in this magazine g*****, that must be all of us have read) and I just realize &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE FASHION A LOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha, browsing about fashion in the internet is  so much fun and also I like to open diana rikasari's blog. she's sooo cool, her style is so stylish and she's so creative that she can mix things up to dress herself. I have to say, two thumbs up for her sense of style. Her blog is one of my favorite, if you interested you can visit her blog to &lt;strong&gt;dianarikasari.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For you who has an addition to flat shoes, here is the web that you can visit &lt;strong&gt;wondershoe.com&lt;/strong&gt; (ssshh I get this web also from Diana Rikasari's blog hehe). So what are we waiting for, let's shop, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-1040523733863662664?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/1040523733863662664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/02/fashionista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/1040523733863662664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/1040523733863662664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/02/fashionista.html' title='fashionista'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-2884200520960937916</id><published>2009-01-17T00:41:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:12:02.921+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xi ipa a'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>they drive me craaaaazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SXDNlOSgdQI/AAAAAAAAABs/TseZLEYU4xQ/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291955601534907650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SXDNlOSgdQI/AAAAAAAAABs/TseZLEYU4xQ/s320/IMG_1267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since the trip that we had to Subang, me and my classmates become closer than ever. We doing crazy things together, laughing togther, tell stories, jokes and many things. But when it comes to going out with them, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW IT WON'T WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha actually not that really not work kinda things but if one of us asked to go out together, we like to talk about it via msn and it's a total mess. We make a room and invite the persons. And usually, my classmates are nuts! In the beginning we talk in the right way, about where will we going, using what, when and bla bla bla, stuffs that connected with the going-out-plans we had. But in the middle of the conversation, it begins to out of the way. They start to saying somethings that crazy and a little vulgarity. For example, we want to go out so badly since like, a month ago. But it never happen till now. The boys are sooo, in Indonesian we call it, "ngelantur" or "ngaco". And that really makes me angryyyyy, gosh why are they so hard to talk to???? and even they like to do some spontaneously unproper things, well I can't say it here but it really crazy crazy crazy craaaaaaaaaazzzzzyyyyyyyy hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday, I start to asked them out for going somewhere today. And once again, we talk about it via msn with a room. I prayed for the room to be not crash like we usually did (hehe :D) but that's true. Suddenly, when we seriously discussed about it, one of them start to tell jokes and silly things. So..... again and again and again it turns to an 'empty' conv. And the more better part is.. Because they talk sooo much much much, my cell become error and everything stop working! AAAAAAAAAAARRGGGHH gosh what's wrong with them? I decided to don't wanna talk to them anymore, then one of them said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Yah yaa jangan ngambek dong, sabar ya walaupun gimana ini kan kelas lo juga..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then I realize, he's got apoint. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actually that's why I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That's why I love my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silly&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;easy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;going&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;creative&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;adventurous&lt;/strong&gt;, they can make me feel better, some good entertainer, good listener, and they'll be with me in like 6 months more&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That differences between us maybe will make us more stronger now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-2884200520960937916?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/2884200520960937916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-drive-me-craaaaazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/2884200520960937916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/2884200520960937916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-drive-me-craaaaazy.html' title='they drive me craaaaazy'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SXDNlOSgdQI/AAAAAAAAABs/TseZLEYU4xQ/s72-c/IMG_1267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-8180002483251470668</id><published>2009-01-12T22:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:28:39.635+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the corrs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what can i do'/><title type='text'>The Corrs - What Can I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't slept at all in days&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since we've talked&lt;br /&gt;And I have been here many times&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what I'm doing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much I can take&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And who knows I might feel better, yeah&lt;br /&gt;If I don't try and I don't hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting, no more aching&lt;br /&gt;No more fighting, no more, trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;And in a funny way I'm calm&lt;br /&gt;Because the power is not mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to let it fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woow I keep singin this song in my head! It how I feel actually :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-8180002483251470668?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/8180002483251470668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/corrs-what-can-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/8180002483251470668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/8180002483251470668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/corrs-what-can-i-do.html' title='The Corrs - What Can I do'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-1592037089998778278</id><published>2009-01-12T22:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:15:10.381+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complicated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changed'/><title type='text'>listen to it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why you changed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want the old you.... you make everything mooore complicated now. don't you see it's hard to see you that different? since now you're stiff and robotic and popular and greater and so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn-freakin-great and EVERYONE love you. Will you make everything back to the beginning again please? But no pressure here, cause hey you wouldn't hear me at all right? but let me tell you something :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's been very harder to hate you than to love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;From the deepest ocean in the world, heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-1592037089998778278?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/1592037089998778278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/listen-to-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/1592037089998778278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/1592037089998778278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/listen-to-it.html' title='listen to it'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-3893261770132268504</id><published>2009-01-10T22:33:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:04:28.538+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sman 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tesis'/><title type='text'>TeSIS day one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gue mau cerita tentang TeSIS sekolah gue di Desa Tambak Mekar, Kecamatan Jalan Cagak, Subang, Jawa Barat. Udah lewat sh, tapi bodo amat, still wanna talk about it.Ini acara rutin tiap tahun yang diadain SMAN 8 Jakarta buat tugas ilmiah dll nya, sekalian ngebantu kita juga untuk beradaptasi sama lingkungan yang ngga pernah kita kenal sebelumnya. Sebenernya udah 2 tahun acara ini postpone karena kepala sekolah yang ngga mendukung, tapi sekarang kepsek nya udah ganti jadi yaaa diadain deh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awalnya gue maleeeesssss banget nget nget buat ikut TeSIS. Ngapain coba, lagi liburan tahun baru sekaligus semesteran kaya gini malah ngerjain tugas begituan bukannya &lt;strong&gt;libur yang&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bener bener&lt;/strong&gt; libur-leha leha, bangun pagi, tidur malem, begadang, dll nya? Sampe pm gue aja gue ganti yang isinya gue nyesel ikut TeSIS hehe. Tapi ternyata ngga seburuk yang gue bayangin. Malah ngga ada buruk2 nya sama sekali, SAMA SEKALI :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari pertama&lt;/strong&gt;, hari sabtu tanggal 28 desember 2008. Kita semua ngumpul pagi-pagi jam 6.30 buat upacara pelepasan peserta dulu. Setelah sekian lama bapak ini bapak itu ngasih sambutan ini itu, akhirnya kita disuruh ke bus juga. Berhubung kelas gue di ipa a, jadi kelas gue lah yang pertama kali masuk ke bus (yeeeay). Di bus, gue sama temen gue icha ambil tempat duduk nomer 3 dari belakang. Eeeh ngga disangka-sangka, temen-temen yang lain yang seru seru dikelas juga duduk di paling belakang. Di tengah jalan, di daerah mana gue juga ngga tau, kita berhenti di rest area. Disana ada kios-kios makanan sama satu toko yang familiaaaar banget. Circle K. Baru jalan sekitar 1,5 jam dari Jakarta aja, udah pada kaya apaan liat Circle K hahahaha. Semuanya pada turun dari bus buat ke toilet, beli makan minum atau cuma sekedar buat jalan jalan ngeceng sana ngeceng sini. Awalnya gue ngga mau turun nih dari bus, tapi karena di bus ngga ada siapa-siapa lagi jadi yaaa udah deh turun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pas udah balik dari bus, eh tempat gue tiba tiba udah ditempatin yang lain terus dibelakang udah rameeee banget. Wah alamat gue duduk dimana ngga tau nih haha but that's okay, it's a nice beginning for our class. New class actually, to go have a trip together within 3 days and 2 nights. Ternyata bener, suddenly it turns out to be a crazy bus haha. Di belakang ada yang main kartu lah, ngelawak, ngomong ngomongin masalah ngga jelas aneh deh. Eh ngga sadar kita udah sampe ternyata di Subang. Kita turun terus ngumpul dulu di Alun-alun Desa. Sambutan dari Bapak Camat telah menanti datangnya kita ke Subang :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naaah sekarang saatnya kita cari OTA kita nih. Kita nyari Ibu Atin, si ibu yang rumahnya (pasti) bakal kita berantakin nantinya, dengan curiously. Tapi ko, ngga ada juga ya? Udah teriak sana sini teteep aja ngga ada, udah kaya anak ayam keilangan induknya hihi. "Maaaak, mak dimanaaa?" hahahaha yang lain pada bercanda teriak kaya gitu yang nasibnya sama kaya kita, keilangan OTA nya. Pas yang lain udah ketemu OTA nya dan udah ke rumahnya masing-masing, kita masih tetep aja muter muter di tengah lapangan. Eh tiba-tiba seorang ibu berkerudung membawa dua buah kertas yang bertuliskan , "kelompok 1 dan 2" . Akhirnyaaaaa Allah! Ketemu juga setelah uring-uringan dari tadi, kita kira ibu ini ngga mau terima kita (heee ngga ko Bu Atin, peace ya bu, ibu teh baiiik banget)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing that I forgot is... Koper gue belom dibawa! Ya, so nice, jadi gue musti bawa tas gue sendiri-dibantu Icha sih- ke rumah Ibu Atin yang ternyataaa &lt;strong&gt;jauh dari alun-alun&lt;/strong&gt;. Setelah pegel-pegel, akhirnya sampe di rumah Bu Atin. Quite clean, actually. Pretty small but cozy, what a comfy house she has. Kamar mandinya juga yaaa cukup lah buat segala gala yang kita kira primitif tapi ternyata, nooo it's definitely far from what we think before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Abis beres-beres barang, kita liat jadwal di TeSIS's Guide Book, ternyata jadwal kita juga seharian penuh ini di rumah OTA doang. Sambil santai-santai kita ngobrolin tentang daerah ini ke Bu Atin sama suaminya. Ternyata di RW 3 (seberang jalan rumah Bu Atin) jalan lagi masuk kedalem ada sungai sama sawah, dan ternyata, anak cowok kelompok kita udah pada curi start kesana duluan. Kaya anak kota yang udik ngga pernah &lt;em&gt;ngampung, &lt;/em&gt;kita langsung ganti sendal terus berangkat nyusul mereka. Pas kita ketemu mereka udah pada masuk ke sungainya, yaudah kita cuma masukkin kaki -kaki doang deh. Foto-foto sama segala macemnya udah, kita jalan lebih jauh lagi, masuk lagi nelusurin sawah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gue, Icha sama Sasa berhenti di tengah sawah buat foto. Tapi yang lain malah jalan duluan. Kita bertiga ditinggal duluan, yang sekelompok tetep naik ke arah hutan yang lain malah balik pulang. Kita bingung. Kita mikir nih.... mikir..mikir... akhirnya kita ngikut balik deh. Di jalan balik ke rumah, di deket sungai tepatnya, oh my god, ada anak-anak yang lagi mandi DAN ADA MAS MAS YANG JUGA LAGI MANDI !!! WHAAAAT udah gila kali tuh mas mas, ngga pake apa apa cuma pake celana dalem, eeeewww. Eh noraknya lagi, anak-anak itu malah pada ngomong gini," Neng neng, ikut sini yok neng! Ayo dong neng.. Neng nang neng gong, neng nang neng gong..." wakakakakakak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sampe dirumah, kita cerita-cerita. Ternyata yang tadi naik lagi sampe ke hutan, nemuin air terjun. Kecil sih tapi tetep aja, sekali lagi, buat anak kota yang udik kaya kita jarang ngampung, that little thing still sound so cool.. Begitu inget kita ke Subang buat bikin tugas, kita khirnya misah sendiri-sendiri perkelompok buat nyari tugas kita. Banyak cerita lucu selama kita nyari tugas, tapi gue ngga ceritain disini. Nanti aja deh kebanyakan, udah malem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ngga kerasa udah malem terus kita mandi deh. Abis mandi, makan, abis itu ngumpul lagi dirumah Bu Atin bareng yang cowok2. Rumah Bu Atin enak, strategis tempatnya, pinggir jalan, deket akses kemana mana hahaha. Malemnya pas ngumpul ngga sengaja kita ngomongin cerita serem. Eeeeeh ternyata ada seorang cowok cemen yang denger cerita hantu gitu terus ngga berani ke dapur sendiri, &lt;strong&gt;padahal cuma ngambil sapu&lt;/strong&gt;..ckckck cemennyaaa cowok itu, siapa dia? hahahahahaha ada deh.resek nya setengah mati orang itu. Ok that's all for now, the next part will be post later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-3893261770132268504?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/3893261770132268504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/tesis-day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/3893261770132268504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/3893261770132268504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/tesis-day-one.html' title='TeSIS day one'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-4102766283029620258</id><published>2009-01-10T21:45:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:22:07.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart felt</title><content type='html'>Heyho, it's the second day since I own this blog hehehe karena tujuan gue juga bikin blog ini mau cerita, jadi gue mau mulai ceritanya sekarang ya. oiya buat yang baca blog ini dan ngerasa jadi salah satu yang gue tulis, maaaaf banget jadi ini gue samarin semaksimal mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;sekarang ini gue lagi kaya punya masalah yang ngga bisa gue ceritain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalah itu emang ngga pernah selesai ya, satu berkurang pastiiii aja nambah lagi. Sebenernya agak lebay juga sih ngga sampe segitunya, but yeah, kenapa sih harus ada masalah padahal cuma buat hidup yang sebener benernya tuh cuma buat stay alive doang, yang basically nya cuma makan mium tidur dan nafas doang? bahkan kalo lagi ada masalah pun, nafas aja susaaaah banget rasanya. Sesek rasanya. Padahal kita hidup kan cuma sekali, kenapa kalo kesempatan yang cuma sekali ini diisi sama masalah? Seharusnya kan ngga, we need to kesannya sih kalo dibaca masalah yang gue omongin ini kayanya berat banget (emang iya sih buat gue) tapi kalo tau sebenernya awalnya tuh sepeleeeee banget, yaelah anak sma gitu apa sih yang diomongin antar temen? pasti bisa ditebak, girls, guys, gossips and other teenage girl stuffs. Cuma dua orang yang bener bener tau tentang ini. It all start with a friend that said he has something to talk to. Setelah nunggu bingung, takut, dan segala macemnya, akhirnya tiba waktunya pulang sekolah dan gue ngomongin tentang itu sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si X : "iya ya, jadi gini gini gini......"&lt;br /&gt;dan woooow I'm shocked!&lt;br /&gt;rahasia yang gue simpen bener bener quietly udah kesebar ke orang lain dan, lebih parahnya lagi, to beep beep beeeeeep. WHAT THE beep???? gila gila, jantungan gue dengernya, langsung that instantly, keringet dingin. Asli, tangan gue keringetan, ckckck. Fiuuuh what in the world this kind of problem would happen to me? Kenapa harus gue? Emang ngga ada lagi apa orang yang kira-kira bisa nanganin masalah kaya gini lebih baik dari gue? oh my gooood wowowowowowww..&lt;br /&gt;Hhhh nulis di blog ini pun belom ada se-per-berapanya dibanding yang waktu itu gue rasain. Nulisnya aja emosi sendiri gue coba, ngga sanggup deh dirubah jadi kata-kata, ngga cukup. Rasanya pengen nangis sekenceng kencengnya saat itu juga. Anyway, it's kinda late and I think I don't wanna have a late night sleep again, so I better go. Besok dilanjutin lagi Insya Allah hehe, ngantuk. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-4102766283029620258?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/4102766283029620258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/heyho-its-second-day-since-i-own-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/4102766283029620258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/4102766283029620258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/heyho-its-second-day-since-i-own-this.html' title='My heart felt'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321260480506743893.post-1256659204911461992</id><published>2009-01-10T00:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:09:27.658+07:00</updated><title type='text'>introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally after all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have my own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Yoo-hoo! Sebenernya udah lama mau buat tapi ngga jadi jadi, sekarang juga akhirnya kesampean karena lagi banyaaak banget yang pengen gue ceritain ke orang tapi sayang ngga bisa, jadi gue pikir mendingan ngomong sendiri tentang semuamuamuanya ke blog gue sendiri hehe. Since it's my first posting, I think that's enough to tell cause I have sooo many many things left to say in my other posts :) thank you for reading! LOVE, aya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5321260480506743893-1256659204911461992?l=centerofthestage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/feeds/1256659204911461992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/1256659204911461992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5321260480506743893/posts/default/1256659204911461992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://centerofthestage.blogspot.com/2009/01/introduction.html' title='introduction'/><author><name>Aya Soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14097606165723517804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izpzO64lqyo/SqfkLyoRpFI/AAAAAAAAADU/YkMDidWL7iY/S220/CIMG2164.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
