<?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-7805790659067693738</id><updated>2011-08-02T20:46:58.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross the Border</title><subtitle type='html'>.:: Possess the Limit You Can Never Have ::.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805790659067693738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cross the Border</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075875644866540468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TJV52C4-UE/SkWpnkp12II/AAAAAAAAABA/GKaLeqF5zOw/S220/ballet.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805790659067693738.post-4837474543494561559</id><published>2009-06-28T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:42:50.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell is a Place Called Home</title><content type='html'>Liburan kali ini. Terus terang aja—another hell yang dikamuflase sebagai l i b u r a n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gue ngomong begini bukannya ga ada alesan ya, selain emang hidup seorang pelajar ignoran selama liburan itu pasti hanya berkutat antara tempat tidur-rak novel-kamar mandi-komputer-downtown mall-movies. Pasti, and that's it, this is my life on holiday. Kalo orangtua udah bilang 'masa kamu ga ada kerjaan? buka-buka buku dong ah buat semester depan' Damn. Seenaknya aja ya bilang gitu tanpa tau keadaan otak anak mereka yang sebenarnya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Satu semester dipaksa dapet nilai bagus. Belajar pelajaran yang sama sekali ga disukain. Harus rela dapet sinisan guru, ngejar-ngejar bahkan ada yang sampe ngejilat kaki guru buat ngejar deadline tugas dan dapet nilai bagus. Cih, itu bukan gue sih. But still, gue cape sama segalanya yang berhubungan sama sekolah. Wajar dong, kalo gue minta liburan yang lebih? Apalagi selama beberapa tahun ke belakang, liburan keluarga kita ga ada meaningnya sama sekali. Sejak eyang di Jogja pindah ke Bogor, tamatlah riwayat liburan ke luar kota, apalagi ke luar negeri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekarang, pas banget waktunya ade gue cari sekolah, cari SMA. Yeah, seperti prediksi gue semula, dia ga keterima di smansa, tempat gue bersekolah. Dan ya, nyokap udah pasti kalang kabut dia ga keterima di mana-mana. Alhasil, semua perhatian tercurah sama ade gue yang tersayang itu, Anindya Tiara si murid SMP yang baru lulus, yang hingga detik ini belum keterima di sekolah manapun di Bogor. Men, Sabtu kemaren baru bagi rapot, dan yeah—lumayan dapet rangking 6. Please, itu lumayan, ga buruk. Emang kalian pikir gampang dapet posisi itu diantara makhluk-makhluk berotak lima kilo di IPA 7? Lalu lalu dan lalu~ kedua orang tua gue mengacuhkan begitu saja, seakan: oh ya, cuma keilangan duit seratus perak kan? Remeh. Sementara ade gue yang baru dapet peringkat 13 langsung dipuja-puja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hell. Is. A. Place. Called. Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malem ini gue tambah kesel dan gondok. Sejak beberapa temen IM gue ngungkit-ngungkit masalah liburan. Fine, beberapa dari mereka emang ada yang bernasib sama kayak gue. Terpenjara di rumah dengan ongkos minim—lebih tepatnya ga dikasih uang selama liburan, terus fasilitas di rumah juga ga memadai. Dengan internet abalan dan novel-novel lama. Oke, gue punya satu buah novel yang baru aja dibeli siang ini; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gossip Girl: All I Want is Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Dengan harga 89 ribu. Bokap nolak untuk ngebeliin novel lebih banyak. &lt;em&gt;Well, I guess I have to survive with only a novel and ... wrecked internet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And—please. Could you guys stop blabbering about your damn holiday planning to me? The victim of a hell-hoo-holiday?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makes me wanna kick your ass. Seriously&lt;/em&gt;. Ga usah pamer deh. Gue udah cukup sakit hati dengan janji palsu orangtua yang sempet janjiin homestay dan ternyata duitnya beralih fungsi, lagi-lagi direlakan untuk sang adik, kelak, untuk pindahan ke smansa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805790659067693738-4837474543494561559?l=rustywrath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/feeds/4837474543494561559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/2009/06/hell-is-place-called-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805790659067693738/posts/default/4837474543494561559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805790659067693738/posts/default/4837474543494561559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/2009/06/hell-is-place-called-home.html' title='Hell is a Place Called Home'/><author><name>Cross the Border</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075875644866540468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TJV52C4-UE/SkWpnkp12II/AAAAAAAAABA/GKaLeqF5zOw/S220/ballet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805790659067693738.post-1459689925011175214</id><published>2009-06-26T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:54:40.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random, Me</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Dita Ramadhina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ABC About You Questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A - AVAILABLE: yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B - BIRTHDAY: 15061992&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;C - CRUSHING ON: Private section, sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Suplemen Matol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: No person. My Blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG: Clocks-Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Gummy Bears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;H - HOMETOWN: Bogor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH: Gaspard Ulliel. You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J - JUGGLE: - botol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: Never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: Bogor-Madura-Bogor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O - ONE WISH: Life full of joyness and successfull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE: Makes my heart warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Here we go again-Demi Lovato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 5 am, still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;U - UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN: umm—purple. with dots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S): Brocoli. Carrot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;W - WORST HABIT: Queen of Rubbertime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: Kindergarten, Lung disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Y – YOYOS ARE: Toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Random Questions About You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spell your name without vowels: nndptrwdynt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What color do you wear most?: black, purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Least favorite color?: Yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What are you listening to?: Demi Lovato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?: 50-50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is your favorite class in school?: Math &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sucks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;History, Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When do you start back at school/college?: July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you outgoing?: Probably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite shoes?: Converse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where do you wish you were right now? Santorini. Blue sky holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE CANS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you dance?: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?: Noes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you whistle? Not at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Write with both hands? Just right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walk with your toes curled? Blahhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever been on a plane? Of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever asked someone out? Umm—probably yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone? Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean? Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever painted your nails? Lots of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is the temperature outside? Noon, 33 degrees probably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What radio station do you listen to?: Prambors FM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at? Cimory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What was the last thing you bought? Cup of Starbucks Mocchacino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched? Tak and the Power of Juju&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who was the last person you IM'd? Dhilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;W was the last person you took a picture of? Sista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who was the last person you said "I love you" to? God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CRYING SECTION:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever really cried your heart out? Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep? Used to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder? Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex? Noes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury? Used to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do certain songs make you cry? Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAPPY SECTION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you a happy person? Depends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What can make you happy? Spongebob, Chocolate, Chris Ingle lols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you wish you were happier? Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can music make you happy? Of Course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOVE SECTION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken? umm—4, 5 ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them? No and never. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOOK AT ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is your current hair colour: Smithsonian Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Current piercings? Ears, both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have any tattoos? No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eye color? Ebony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: coke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: Blueberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meat or Veggies: Meat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TV or Movie: movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guitar or Drums?: Drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adidas or Nike: Nike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chinese or Mexican: Mexican&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes: Corn Flakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ke or Pie: - cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MTV or VH1:- MTV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805790659067693738-1459689925011175214?l=rustywrath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/feeds/1459689925011175214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805790659067693738/posts/default/1459689925011175214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805790659067693738/posts/default/1459689925011175214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-me.html' title='Random, Me'/><author><name>Cross the Border</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075875644866540468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TJV52C4-UE/SkWpnkp12II/AAAAAAAAABA/GKaLeqF5zOw/S220/ballet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805790659067693738.post-5006834097290296635</id><published>2009-06-26T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:56:26.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oke. Entri blog kedua. Gue blank—WB—Writer's Block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mulai dari hal yang kecil, begitu leluhur biasanya berkata. Tapi terlalu banyak hal yang berkelumit di otak, bercabang sampe kayaknya membentuk mind mapping dari frame demi frame scene dramatis hari ini. Dramatis? Ha, Kapan hidup gue pernah normal kalo udah menyangkut NW? *giggles* Aslinya, gue simpel. Cuek. Moody. Dan—bebal. Hari ini: sneakers + sweater. Besok: Flip-flops + shirts, jeans. &lt;em&gt;See? Don't have to be an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; girl to keep fundness in mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari ini cerah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langit cemerlang dengan selapis altokumulus menaungi bumi, tempat saya berpijak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bulan ini masih Juni, of course. Udah lewat tepat 10 hari sejak gue mendapatkan kartu identitas penduduk asli Indonesia, udah lewat tepat 375 hari sejak gue merayakan sweet sixteen bersama film blade di bioskop trans tv, dan udah lewat 17 tahun 10 hari sejak gue menjejak bumi untuk pertama kalinya—takdir. Maunya ngomongin cuaca hari ini. Tapi man, haha, bahkan para manusia albino di seberang benua sana menganggap perbincangan ini crap—sampah yang kalo gue bilang 'yaudah sih'. Semula berawal dari sms berantai jarkom yang melegenda sejak agenda &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PASIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (don't ask, i'm too friggin' bout it lols) mengabarkan bahwa ada agenda kelas nonton bareng Transformers 2. Mulanya gue enggak tau itu gratisan, karena ternyata kas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PASIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; masih bersisa banyak. Yah, nominalnya tidak usah disebutlah. Pokoknya bikin puas buat yang niat ngorup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jam 7 pagi. Maxxie, pet virtual gue dalam aplikasi pet society facebook yang namanya terinspirasi dari salah seorang tokoh Skins (Maxxie Oliver) terdengar merengek-rengek untuk dimainkan. Jelas ga tega dong, haha. Dalem hati: GIMANA KALO PET GUE MATI?! Heck. Terima kasih yang sudah mengenalkan gue pada facebook beserta aplikasi-aplikasinya yang mulia. Menyita waktu namun candu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet gituan mana bisa mati?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai gue menyadari hal ini jauh sebelum game syekhtan &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(credit to A.Y.P)&lt;/span&gt; ini menjerumuskan pemainnya lebih dalam. Ya, enak. Meskipun ngeluarin biaya buat bayar internet ketimbang buka lembaran buku pelajaran yang ga ngeluarin biaya, meskipun bikin mines mata nambah, meskipun dihujani racauan nyokap yang protes biaya listrik tambah mahal. Enak. Enak men. Sampe gue lupa waktu. Harusnya jam segitu udah siap-siap nyetrika seragam yang abis, nyiapin raport blablabla. Tapi si Maxxie ini. Argh—membunuhku. Hahahahaha. Sarap gue, emang. Well, singkat kata, gue meraih buku raport yang akan hanya menginap dua malam di kantor guru, atau entah rumah Bapak Heri Reksa &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(FYI, ini wali kelas tercadas sepanjang masa. &lt;em&gt;What kinda teacher who would let his student bully him?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; karena lusa merupakan hari pembagian raport—last day. &lt;em&gt;Final day of one-year-becoming-sophomore.&lt;/em&gt; Rumah udah kosong, cuma nyanyian 'Here We Go Again' nya Demi Lovato dari pita suara gue yang menjadi simfoni pembuka gerbang hari ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamis, suatu tanggal di bulan Juni. Cerah. Ya, memang seharusnya begini kan? Bulan Juni itu summer. Musim panas. Langit memang sepantasnya biru dan matahari mempertunjukkan keangkuhannya di musim ini. I Love It. Namun anomali beberapa waktu ke belakang membuat gue terheran-heran. Hujan. Petir. Badai, meski semuanya terjadi di malam hari. Global warming? Oke guys, isu itu basi dan ngebosenin kalo dibicarain berulang-ulang. &lt;em&gt;But at least you give a damn about it, will you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi gue bagaikan anak SMA lain yang mau pindahan ke SMAN 1 Bogor. Ada apa dengan batik? Batik gue kedodoran oy, bukan batik ngetat yang kalian kecilin sendiri. That's why I don't really like it. Siapa? Dua-duanya. Batik kedodoran maupun yang sok-sok an ngecilin baju demi memperlihatkan lekuk badan mereka. Jadi Bagaimana? Jangan over. Hahahaha. Entah, jangan tanya arti harfiah 'over' ke gue, karena itu relatif. Kerumunan XI IPA 7 di depan kelas mereka, yang baru saja mendapatkan award kelas terkompak dalam anugerah penghargaan PASIR 2009 tumpah ruah di koridor yang bagaikan jembatan sirotol mustakim. Sempit, teramat. Gue bahkan nggak tega liat korban yang ingin berlalu lalang namun terjerat kaki-kaki yang selonjoran di koridor. Maaf, kami memang brutal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;continued on part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(bilang aja pegel nulisnya *shot*)&lt;br /&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/7805790659067693738-5006834097290296635?l=rustywrath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/feeds/5006834097290296635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/2009/06/oke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805790659067693738/posts/default/5006834097290296635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805790659067693738/posts/default/5006834097290296635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/2009/06/oke.html' title=''/><author><name>Cross the Border</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09075875644866540468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TJV52C4-UE/SkWpnkp12II/AAAAAAAAABA/GKaLeqF5zOw/S220/ballet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805790659067693738.post-4123079699984960745</id><published>2009-06-26T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:45:03.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusty. Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some say the world will end in fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some say in ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From what I've tasted of desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hold with those who favor fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To know that for destruction ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is also great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And would suffice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;—&lt;em&gt;Fire and Ice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805790659067693738-4123079699984960745?l=rustywrath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/feeds/4123079699984960745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/2009/06/rusty-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805790659067693738/posts/default/4123079699984960745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805790659067693738/posts/default/4123079699984960745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rustywrath.blogspot.com/2009/06/rusty-part-i.html' title='Rusty. 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