<?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-17246954</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:28:47.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roda waktu tak kan pernah berhenti berputar...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-116105341055151479</id><published>2006-10-16T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:54:52.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarang In Ga Yo - 사랑인가요</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disadur dari Soompi Forum....&lt;br /&gt;Great k-drama with great soundtracks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps Love (OST. Princess Hours/Goong)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Howl &amp;amp; J &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uhn jeh yuht duhn guhn jee gee uhk nah jeen ah nah&lt;br /&gt;jah kkoon nae muh ree gah nuh roh uh jee ruhp duhn shee jahk&lt;br /&gt;hahn doo buhn ssheek dduh oh reu duhn saeng gahk&lt;br /&gt;jah kkoo neul uh gah suh joh geum dang hwang seu ruh oon ee mah eum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byuhl eel ee ah neel soo eet dah goh&lt;br /&gt;sah soh hahn mah eum ee rah goh&lt;br /&gt;nae gah neh geh jah koo (neh geh jah koo)&lt;br /&gt;mahl eul hah neun geh uh saek hahn guhl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarang een gah yo geu dae nah wah gaht dah myuhn shee jahk een gah yo&lt;br /&gt;mahm ee jah koo geu dael sarang hahn dae yo&lt;br /&gt;ohn seh sang ee deud doh rohk soh ree chee neh yo&lt;br /&gt;wae ee jeh yah deul lee jyoh~ OOH~&lt;br /&gt;suh rohl mahn nah gee wee hae ee jeh yah sarang chah jaht dah goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jee geum nae mah eum eul suhl myung hah ryuh hae doh&lt;br /&gt;nee gah nae gah dweh uh mahm eul neu kkee neun bang buhp ppoong een deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee mee nahn nee ahn eh eet neun guhl&lt;br /&gt;nae ahn eh nee gah eet deu shee&lt;br /&gt;oo reen suh roh eh geh (suh roh eh geh)&lt;br /&gt;ee mee geel deul yuh jeen jee mohl lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarang een gah yo geu dae nah wah gaht dah myuhn shee jahk een gah yo&lt;br /&gt;mahm ee jah koo geu dael sarang hahn dae yo&lt;br /&gt;ohn seh sang ee deud doh rohk soh ree chee neh yo&lt;br /&gt;wae ee jeh yah deul lee jyoh~ OOH~&lt;br /&gt;suh rohl mahn nah gee wee hae ee jeh yah sarang chah jaht dah goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saeng gahk hae boh myuhn (saeng gahk hae boh myuhn) mah neun soon gahn sohk eh(sohk eh)&lt;br /&gt;uhl mah nah mah neun (YEAH~) suhl leh eem ee ssuht neun jee&lt;br /&gt;joh geum neu jeun geu mahn keum nahn duh jahl hae jool kkeh yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahm kkeh hahl kkeh yo choo uhk ee dwehl gee uhk mahn suhl mool hahl kkeh yo&lt;br /&gt;dah sheen nae gyuh teh suh dduh nah jee mah yo&lt;br /&gt;jjahl beun soon gahn joh chah doh bool ahn hahn guhl yo&lt;br /&gt;nae geh muh mool luh jwuh yo~ OOH~&lt;br /&gt;geu dael ee ruh geh mah nee (geu toh rohk mah nee)&lt;br /&gt;sarang hah goh ee ssuh yo (geu dae yuh yah mahn) ee mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;by: Jungie (also credit: aheeyah.com) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't remember when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;I'd get dizzy just thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;Because my thoughts kept stretching, my heart was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;It's a little awkward that I keep saying to you that "it's nothing"&lt;br /&gt;and that "my heart's just trifling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love? And if you feel the same way, is this the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps saying it loves you and the more the world listens the louder it yells it.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it just now that I hear it?&lt;br /&gt;That the love has been found us so we might be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I try to explain my feelings, the only true way to understand&lt;br /&gt;would be to become me and feel them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already inside of you, just how you're inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if we've gotten used to the meaning between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love? And if you feel the same way, is this the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps saying it loves you and the more the world listens the louder it yells it.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it just now that I hear it?&lt;br /&gt;That the love has been found us so we might be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, there were so many moments of fluttering.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make up for all the time lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you and give you only good memories,&lt;br /&gt;so in return you can't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;Even the slightest moments make me feel uneasy&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving you (until then)&lt;br /&gt;like this (only you) already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246954-116105341055151479?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/116105341055151479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=116105341055151479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/116105341055151479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/116105341055151479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2006/10/sarang-in-ga-yo.html' title='Sarang In Ga Yo - 사랑인가요'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-115593462438865694</id><published>2006-08-18T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:00:47.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in Depok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehe akhirnya kesampaian juga hari ini buat ke salon. Hari yang paling ditunggu-tunggu... susah kan cari hari baik seperti ini ;)) setelah kamis siangnya janjian sama Dewi via SMS, booking buat hari Jumatnya, jalan juga pagi ini ke Depok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punya rumah di Bekasi, kerja di bilangan Thamrin sana, eeh nyalonnya ke Depok :D Jauh amat yakk. Abis mo gmana lagi, nyari salon seperti Moz5 susah banget selain di Depok. Dari jaman kuliah dulu udah kepincut sama ini salon. Mbak-mbaknya ramah dan baik hati..ngertiin banget maunya para pelanggannya. So far aku ngerasa cocok banget sama pelayanan di salon ini dan untuk urusan pembelanjaannya, karena aku dari dulu member disini, jadi dapat diskon 5%. Dan nggak perlu khawatir, pun tanpa jadi member masih tergolong ramah dengan isi dompet :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah beres-beres di rumah, berangkatlah jam 7.30 pagi menuju Depok. Jalan tol lumayan lancar dan aku bisa sampai tepat waktu, jam 9.00 di Moz5. Sambil nunggu mbaknya piket, aku iseng mbuka dompetku sambil mencari kartu anggota. Ck ck ck ternyata sudah lewat setahun aku nggak ke salon. Terakhir tanggal 14 Juli 2005. Hmm seingatku, hari itu aku perawatan seharian, dari mulai potong rambut, maskeran buat rambut juga, luluran :D n terakhir facial..seger dehh sambil dipijat-pijat :P Tapi hari ini, aku cuma mau sedikit ngerapihin rambut + creambath dengan facial. Perawatan dimulai jam 9.20, dan diakhiri dengan facial pada jam 12.45. Sedangkan dewi sendiri baru datang sekitar jam 10.30an. Lega deh setelah semuanya selesai :D tapi trus laperrrr berattt. Akhirnya kita makan siang di Rumah Makan Nasi Uduk Kebon Kacang (hmm lupa namanya). Menunya ayam kampung goreng + ati + paru. Biasa aja.. Tadinya mau ke warung sampingnya, Sate &amp; Sop Kambing Pak Kumis, tapi sayangnya baru buka setelah kita selesai makan :(( lagi bukan jodohnya kali yaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan dilanjutkan ke arah MARGOCITY! hehe maap nih norak, secara udah lama banget ngga ke Depok, ternyata Depok udah berubah banget, ngga seperti 2 tahun yang lalu. Sekarang mal dimana-mana. Ada MargoCity yang isinya sedikit mirip seperti The Plaza Semanggi (karena ada Centro kah?), ada DeTOS (kalo katanya Dewi) or Depok Town Square yang depan-depanan ama MargoCity (Tadi ngga ke sini jadi ngga bisa cerita). Di MaCit (aka MargoCity) kita keliling Centro, nyoba-nyoba sepatu yang manis-manis, trus liat baju-baju yang lucu-lucu :) disini si aku ngga beli apa-apa, malahan Dewi yang belanja. Memang sih dia rencananya cari kado buat pernikahan temannya. And d'ya know what?? All gifts are in PINK!!! PINK!! even the wrapping! uwhh manis sih :D tapi silau juga ngeliat pinky-winky bgitu semua :P (hehe can't hardly wait to say wi :D, but it's sooo sweeett :* anyway). Jam menunjukkan pukul 4 lewat. Hmm must go home nih kalo nggak mau kemalaman pulangnya. Janjiku mau liat si baby imut Alifya &amp;amp; her cousin Dhito nggak kesampaian :( uwhhhh 1/2 hari 12 jam kok rasanya nggak cukup banget.. next time mungkin yah :D cari waktu yang lebih senggang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan sore ini ditutup dengan makan bakso di pinggiran jalan Margonda, dekat DeTos. Dasarnya kita memang tukang makan, hirup-hirup bau harum kuah bakso :P hehe ajak punya ajak, ternyata Dewi mau juga jajan bakso. Akhirnya kita makan deh sekitar 20 menit slurp slurp...cukup lah buat ngganjal perut di jalan...lumayaannn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulangnya, kita berpisah. Dewi ke arah Kelapa Dua, aku ke Pasar Rebo. Aku sengaja nggak naik bus, pengen nyoba jalan biasa cos udah lama banget ngga lewat jalan Pondok Gede :) sampe Pekayon, mampir dulu ke Klin&amp;amp;Klin nge-laundry jacket. Sampe rum'ah tepat pukul 18.30.&lt;br /&gt;Jalan-jalan yang sangat memuaskan :) can't hardly wait for the next holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246954-115593462438865694?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/115593462438865694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=115593462438865694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/115593462438865694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/115593462438865694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-in-depok.html' title='A day in Depok'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-115593156813104793</id><published>2006-08-17T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:17:05.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Ulang Tahun, Negeriku..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selamat Ulang Tahun ke-61 buat negeriku tercinta, INDONESIA :)&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun kami tidak memasang sang Merah Putih mu di beranda, bukan berarti kami tidak merayakannya lho. Doaku, semoga kemiskinan di negeri ini segera teratasi, segala tindak yang menyebabkan negeri ini terluka, segera diakhiri. Semoga pula segala ujian yang tengah dihadapi olehmu dapat dilalui...sehingga orang-orang seperti saya, rekan-rekan dan saudara setanah air ini, dapat memiliki secercah asa mengarungi sisa hidup ke arah yang lebih baik. Amiiinnn... &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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;INDONESIA PUSAKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cipt: Ismail Marzuki&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;Indonesia tanah air beta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pusaka abadi nan jaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indonesia sejak dulu kala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tetap di puja-puja bangsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reff :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Di sana tempat lahir beta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dibuai dibesarkan bunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tempat berlindung di hari tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tempat akhir menutup mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sungguh indah tanah air beta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiada bandingnya di dunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karya indah Tuhan Maha Kuasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bagi bangsa yang memujanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reff :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indonesia ibu pertiwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kau kupuja kau kukasihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenagaku bahkan pun jiwaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kepadamu rela kuberi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246954-115593156813104793?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/115593156813104793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=115593156813104793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/115593156813104793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/115593156813104793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2006/08/selamat-ulang-tahun-negeriku.html' title='Selamat Ulang Tahun, Negeriku..'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-115016940711617974</id><published>2006-06-13T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:31:22.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Love You No More (I'm Sorry..)</title><content type='html'>Ini blog sebenarnya tidak diperuntukkan untuk penulisan lirik lagu, tapi gimana yah.. isi hati sepertinya harus disuarakan meski cuma titlenya doang yang rada nyambung :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Love You No More (I'm Sorry....)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Craig David&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the years that I’ve known you baby&lt;br /&gt;I can’t figure out the reason why lately&lt;br /&gt;you’ve been acting so cold (didn’t you say)&lt;br /&gt;if there’s a problem we should work it out&lt;br /&gt;so why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;br /&gt;like you don’t want to talk to me girl (tell me)&lt;br /&gt;okay I know I was late again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made you mad and dinners thrown in (the bin)&lt;br /&gt;but why you making this thing drag on so long (I wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick and tired of this silly games(silly games)&lt;br /&gt;don’t think that I’m the only one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;it’s not me who’s been going round slamming doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cause I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’ve made a few mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but never thought things would turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t make sense to me now that you’re gone (I see it all so clearly)&lt;br /&gt;me at the door with you in a state&lt;br /&gt;giving my reasons but as you look away&lt;br /&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those simple words hit so hard&lt;br /&gt;they turned my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;girl you caught me completely off guard&lt;br /&gt;on that night you said to me&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246954-115016940711617974?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/115016940711617974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=115016940711617974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/115016940711617974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/115016940711617974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-love-you-no-more-im-sorry.html' title='Don&apos;t Love You No More (I&apos;m Sorry..)'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-114534329113222293</id><published>2006-04-18T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:54:51.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarzan Boy</title><content type='html'>Yuhuuuuu akhirnya dapet juga mp3 nya si Tarzan Boy. Gw nyari ini lagu dari SMA.. susahnya minta ampun. Ternyata selama ini salah penyanyi dan salah judul :D hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Here is the lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarzan Boy By Baltimore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungle life&lt;br /&gt;I'm far away from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;On my own like Tarzan Boy&lt;br /&gt;Hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;I play along while rushing cross the forest&lt;br /&gt;Monkey business on a sunny afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungle life&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in the open&lt;br /&gt;Native beat that carries on&lt;br /&gt;Burning bright&lt;br /&gt;A fire the blows the signal to the sky&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wonder does the message get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night to night&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the other, gimme the other&lt;br /&gt;Chance tonight&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the other, gimme the other&lt;br /&gt;Night to night&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the other, gimme the other world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungle life&lt;br /&gt;You're far away from nothing&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;You won't miss home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Leave everything behind you&lt;br /&gt;Come and join me&lt;br /&gt;Wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungle life&lt;br /&gt;Were living in the open&lt;br /&gt;All alone like Tarzan Boy&lt;br /&gt;Hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;We play along while rushing cross the forest&lt;br /&gt;Monkey business on a sunny afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night to night&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the other, gimme the other&lt;br /&gt;Chance tonight, Oh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Night to night&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the other, gimme the other&lt;br /&gt;Night to night&lt;br /&gt;You wont play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night to night&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the other, gimme the other&lt;br /&gt;Chance tonight, Oh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Night to night&lt;br /&gt;Night to night&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the other, gimme the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246954-114534329113222293?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/114534329113222293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=114534329113222293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/114534329113222293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/114534329113222293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2006/04/tarzan-boy.html' title='Tarzan Boy'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-114250096769123007</id><published>2006-03-16T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:32:42.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bingung mau nulis apa...&lt;br /&gt;lagi gak mood...&lt;br /&gt;seharian nggak coding...&lt;br /&gt;seharian buat risalah rapat hari Senin yang lalu. well, kok baru dibuat hari ini cha?? ya iyalah baru sempat buatnya hari ini... rapat 2 jam risalahnya ampe 6 halaman penuh :(&lt;br /&gt;duhhh... jangan sampe deh ketinggalan kereta lagi hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~4 hari berturut-turut ketinggalan kereta.. rasanya kayak apa coba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246954-114250096769123007?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/114250096769123007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=114250096769123007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/114250096769123007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/114250096769123007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2006/03/bingung.html' title='Bingung'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-114172995199286763</id><published>2006-03-07T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T03:14:44.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sentimental Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiba tiba pengen nulis lirik lagu ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Sentimental Reasons&lt;br /&gt;By: Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for sentimental reasons&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do believe me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and you alone were meant for me&lt;br /&gt;Please give your loving heart to me&lt;br /&gt;And say we’ll never part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you every morning&lt;br /&gt;Dream of you every night&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I’m never lonely&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you are in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for sentimental reasons&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do believe me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for sentimental reasons&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do believe me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hey, I do love you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246954-114172995199286763?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/114172995199286763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=114172995199286763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/114172995199286763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/114172995199286763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-sentimental-reasons.html' title='For Sentimental Reasons'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-114089571045672321</id><published>2006-02-25T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:32:07.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menulis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Menulis bukanlah hal yang mudah untuk beberapa orang. Setidaknya itu yang aku rasakan. Oke, yang aku maksud menulis disini adalah memroduksi suatu tulisan yang dapat dibaca oleh orang banyak. Outputnya ya bisa berupa tulisan bebas, tulisan ilmiah, dan lain-lain. Dulu aku suka sekali menulis, bahkan membuat cerpen :) Pernah suatu kali, cerpen yang aku buat dalam rangka tugas sekolah ketika SMU, dimuat di majalah sekolah. Wah senangnya bukan main! Padahal kalau dipikir-pikir, jalan ceritanya agak aneh dan tidak masuk akal. Yah wong namanya juga imajinasi, kadang beres kadang nggak :P Sayang, &lt;em&gt;softcopy&lt;/em&gt;-nya hilang waktu komputer &lt;em&gt;crash&lt;/em&gt; (masih pake Windows 3.1, dan saat itu belum bisa ngoprek). Pun &lt;em&gt;hardcopy&lt;/em&gt;-nya ikut hilang waktu pindahan rumah :(( kalau masih bersisa salah satunya kan, masih bisa di-&lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; di sini :D Tapi aku masih ingat judulnya, "&lt;strong&gt;Stasiun Tua di jalan Night Cavallerie&lt;/strong&gt;".&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;Kenapa sih tiba-tiba icha posting, eh ngebahas masalah menulis? Jawabannya, karena daku sangat amat tidak produktif dalam meng-update blog ini :D bayangkan sejak September udah nggak pernah ditengok lagi ini blog. Duh duh, ini juga karena terbentur kesibukan dan kemalasan yang pada akhirnya membuat seseorang menjadi tidak produktif lagi. Sekarang daku dalam tahap pemulihan untuk bisa menulis lagi. Sambil belajar bikin template blog sesuai dengan apa yang aku mau. Tapi aku juga mau say TRIMS buat dewi yang sudah merapikan blog ini, dan membuatnya menjadi lebih hijau :D hehe. Nah sebagai postingan pembuka setelah sekian bulan idle, pengantarnya sampai disini dulu ya, nanti dilanjutkan lagi dengan postingan berikutnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246954-114089571045672321?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/114089571045672321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=114089571045672321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/114089571045672321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/114089571045672321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2006/02/menulis_25.html' title='Menulis...'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-112795606927968706</id><published>2005-09-09T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:07:49.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagai Dunia Tanpa Lagu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nggak tahu kenapa milih judul ini... lagi kasmaran kali yeee :D&lt;br /&gt;Orang bilang, jatuh cinta itu berjuta rasanya. Hehe mungkin benar juga kali ya. Cinta buat aku bisa terbagi menjadi beberapa jenis. Ada cinta pada keluarga, cinta pada teman, cinta pada lawan jenis, dan cinta pada Sang Khaliq. Sebenarnya masih banyak cinta-cinta yang lain, contohnya cinta pada pekerjaan (sometimes :D), etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya bukan mau ngomongin masalah Cinta :P itu tadi cuma buat intermezzo aja kok. Pulang tadi hampir saja kehujanan, kalau nggak cepat² ambil langkah seribu buat jalan ke rumah, untungnya tempat berhenti angkutan umumnya dekat rumah (Langkah 1000-nya tetep berguna kok, 'coz doi laper berattt). Nggak biasanya juga turun hujan di Bekasi, makanya sempat worry juga tadi pas di bus, hmm bisa sampe rumah selamat gak ya? Alhamdulillah gak kehujanan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omong² masalah hujan, aku sudah dua hari ini masuknya jam 9 terus lho :P (ngga nyambung siii). Ada tekad di hati ini untuk masuk lebih pagi daripada biasanya, ya kan smakin tua harus ada peningkatan kualitas hidup.. salah satu resolusinya ya itu, datang sampai kantor nggak boleh lebih dari jam 9.15 AM. Lumayan lah sudah mulai terbiasa, ya pelan² yang penting bisa konsisten. Padahal aku tiap hari bangun pagi lho, tapi entah kenapa tak ada semangat untuk berangkat ke kantor pagi hari ya :-/ *Sudah tahu lebih banyak untungnya daripada berangkat kesiangan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kantor hari ini seperti biasa, aku punya kerjaan baru. Belajar bikin &lt;strong&gt;Effort Estimation &lt;/strong&gt;dari sebuah Scope of Work. Dah lama banget gak 'ngintip' tulisannya Roger S. Pressman di buku Sofware Engineering, jadinya banyak yang lupa deh. Jadi malu sama bos, 'coz beliau jadinya mesti menjelaskan lagi dari awal :D *akibat belajar SKS* Terpaksalah pulang sedikit larut sekitar jam 19.20 aku turun ke bawah untuk pulang. Nggak lama menunggu Metromini 62, langsung bergerak menuju Pancoran. Situasi di perempatan juga tidak terlalu macet, dan Alhamdulillah bisa langsung dapat bus menuju UKI. P45 jurusan Kp. Rambutan - Grogol. Dalam perjalanan menuju Cawang, ada seorang Bapak yang umurnya diperkirakan sekitar 60 tahun. Agak terenyuh melihatnya, dia sendiri, dengan menjual suara yang sudah terdengar parau demi sesuap nasi. Dia pun bernyanyi. Jadi berpikir, merefleksikannya pada diriku sendiri. Akan jadi apa aku 30 tahun mendatang? Akankah aku seperti dirinya? Sendiri tanpa sanak saudara yang menjagaku di hari tua... Atau yang dekat² saja deh, masih adakah aku esok hari? Hanya Allah yang tahu persis takdir setiap manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan ini benar² bulan perenungan untukku.&lt;br /&gt;Bulan ini, setahun yang lalu, juga merupakan bulan yang sangat berarti bagi fase hidupku, bukan saja karena aku lahir di bulan September lho :P, tapi lebih kepada bulan dimana banyak keputusan yang harus aku pilih.. Jalan mana yang harus aku tempuh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246954-112795606927968706?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/112795606927968706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=112795606927968706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/112795606927968706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/112795606927968706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2005/09/bagai-dunia-tanpa-lagu.html' title='Bagai Dunia Tanpa Lagu...'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-112795600004072780</id><published>2005-07-26T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:06:40.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instrumentalia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jenis musik yang satu ini entah kenapa bisa membuatku terjaga hingga pagi. Musiknya membuat rileks dan menghilangkan kepenatan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sejak kecil sudah terbiasa mendengarkan musik jenis ini, karena Ayahku senantiasa memperdengarkannya pada putra-putrinya, setiap hari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ada beberapa jenis instrumentalia ditinjau dari jenis alat musik yang dipakai. Piano, Saxophone, Violin, Gitar, dan lain-lain. Enak didengar kapan pun dan dimana pun :D (Hehe jadi pengen main alat musik lagi). Kapan-kapan aku posting deh artikel tentang instrumentalia.. hmm ada nggak ya :-/ udahan dulu ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TTS (Time to Sleep) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recommended album&lt;/strong&gt;: Restoration - The Best of Bob James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17246954-112795600004072780?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/112795600004072780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=112795600004072780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/112795600004072780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/112795600004072780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2005/07/instrumentalia.html' title='Instrumentalia'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-112795594302121404</id><published>2005-07-25T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:05:43.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is she from</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beberapa waktu yang lalu ada salah seorang temanku bertanya, "Cha, aleivelli itu emang siapa?" ya kurang lebih begitu si pertanyaannya :-? (lupa dah lama banget soale :D) Jawabannya ada di script yang aku tulis dibawah ini..&lt;br /&gt;FYI, karena ini script aku buat jaman SMA dulu, jadi harap maklum ya kalau ada penggunaan kalimat dan bahasa yang kurang tepat..&lt;br /&gt;Lunas sudah hutangku...&lt;br /&gt;Selamat menikmati!! (kaya kotak makanan aja :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Once upon a time, in a flower city, Verona, lived two noble families. They are Mancinni’s and Vellino’s family. They have the same power of influence. But unfortunately, there is a conflict between them that lasted from generation to generation. Mancinni’s have a daughter named Anna and Vellino’s have a son named William. They have never met each other before, until one day in a brightful morning, when the flowers have started to blossom, they are met each other by a destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENE I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In the riverside, there’s a young man looking at the distance when a hat that blown by the the wind, falls in his side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna !... You’re running so fast. Wait for me, Anna !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Anna run to the river and then she stop)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Is this your hat, Miss ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Mm... Yes ! Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Anna leaves William, but then William calls her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Wait !!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Anna turn away to William, at the same time Giselle’s coming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna, look at my dress. It’s dirty ! Oh, William !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Hello, Giselle. Is she your friend ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Yes, she is. Exactly she’s my lovely friend. Well, Anna, this is William. William, this is Anna.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They are both shaking hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;“Well, it’s time to have some tea. We have to go now. Come on, Anna !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Can we meet again, Anna ?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Yes, of course.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(William continuously seeing Anna, and Anna entirely looking back to him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day, they make a wonderful relationship. But it doesn’t last as beautiful as the blossom flowers in Verona that time. Anna’s father, Mr. Mancinni who really hates Vellino’s, forbid Anna to make a relationship with William. So they have to meet secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In the riverside, William is worried waiting for someone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna, I’ve been waiting for you. Where have you been ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Oh I’m sorrry. My father won’t let me out. He’ll be mad if he knew I’m with you. You know he never likes you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Yes, I know that. So what do we do now ? Will I see you again ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “I don’t know. Things are worse now. Maybe it’s better for us not to meet each other for a while.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Giselle suddenly come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna, go home ! Quick ! Your father’s looking for you ! He’s mad !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “I’m sorry, Will. I must go now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna, wait !!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Come on !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENE III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile at Mancinni’s residence, Mr. Roberto Mancinni, Anna’s father, is waiting for Anna and he looks so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “I’m looking for you ! Where were you !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Nowhere.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “Are you trying to fool me ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “I just want to see a friend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “Who is he ! William ? He’s not your friend. He’s just a stupid Vellino !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Stop it, father ! I don’t want to hear it anymore !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “And you can not go out anymore from now ! Go to your room !!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “All right. As you wish, father.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Anna goes to her room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “William Vellino, I’ll teach you how to respect Mancinni’s.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENE IV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another place, William and his cousin, Alexis, who are going to go for a walk, meet Mrs. Vellino, William’s mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Morning, dear.... Alexis.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William/Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “Morning, mother/Morning, Auntie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “So, Will, have you found your girl ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “No, he can’t have Anna Mancinni. You know Will, She’s out of reach. Our family will never ever walk on the same road with them !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Stop it, Alexis ! I don’t like when you’re talking bad things about her. Do it again and I won’t forgive you !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “Will you ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “You’re right, William. Anna is so nice, so kind. By the way, where do you want to go ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Well, we just want to go for a walk. Take some fresh air.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino &lt;/strong&gt;: “You may go. But remember, don’t make any trouble with Mancinni’s.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “All right ! Don’t you worry, we’ll be fine !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple days later, Giselle is coming to visit Mrs. Vellino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Morning, Mrs. Vellino.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Morning, Giselle. How’s everything ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Just.... fine..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Giselle, how’s Anna ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “William,... well... Anna... she’s alright, before she met you !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “What do you mean ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Don’t you understand ? She’s locked up in her house. She can’t go anywhere or talk with anyone. Now she only has me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “She has me ! She likes me and I like her !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Please, no more lies. What do you want from her, exactly ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “I want nothing from her. I just want to be her friend. That’s all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Oh, yeah ? So what do you mean ‘I like her’ ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “William loves her ! She’s alone there, son. She needs you !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “But her father hates me. I don’t know what I’ve got to do. I respected her decision, when she decided not to meet me for a while.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “But that wasn’t her decision !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “No, it was hers !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “She had to do it because her father forced her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “So, can I still meet her ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Of course not ! You just a misery for her. If you meet her now, you just made another trouble, for you... and her !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Giselle, is that what you call a friend ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “I just can’t stand seeing her suffer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “I understand if Giselle angry with me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Yes, I’ll do anything to make her happy. To ease her pain away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “So will I ! I’ll do anything for her !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(At a sudden, Mr. Roberto Mancinni, Anna’s father, come to Vellino’s house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Why are you here, Roberto ?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “I need to warn your son ! Listen carefully ! Don’t ever see her again !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Excuse me. I got to go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “I’m not asking you to leave, Giselle !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “I’m sorry, there’s a lot work to do, Mr. Mancinni.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “It’s not fair ! You prison your own daughter without asking her feelings ! You really have a heart to hurt her !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “No... no... no... Look at yourself. Vellino’s deserve nothing from my family !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “How dare you say that ! This conflict should’ve been stopped since my husband died. Our children have no relation with our problems !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “Laura, for me, once Vellino are always Vellino !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Stop ! Stop it, Roberto ! I don’t want to see people fighting at my house. So you’d better go now !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “All right, all right. I’m finished now. Remember what I said, William.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mr. Mancinni leave the house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “William, wait ! Where do you want to go ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Nowhere, mother !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Remember, dear. Don’t make any trouble with Mancinni’s. I don’t want, what happened to your father happen to you !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “All right, don’t worry. I have to go, mother.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(William leave the house and chase Mr. Mancinni. Meanwhile in the house, Mrs. Vellino says...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “I hope nothing will happen to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Mr. Mancinni, wait ! I want her ! I want to meet her !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “Whatever you say, whatever you do, she doesn’t like you ! So don’t you dare come near her !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “That’s a lie ! You know she likes me. That’s why you come here. You afraid she will run away with me !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(William strangle Mr. Mancinni’s neck, and force him to bring outside his knife. Mr. Mancinni point it to William. Alexis come at a sudden)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “Hey ! What are you doing with him ! Let him go !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “Nothing ! I warn you for the last time. Stay away from her !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “Are you alright ? What was he doing here ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “He asked me to leave Anna.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “Do you want me to repay him ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “No, you don’t have to. Come on, let’s go home. But don’t tell this to my mother !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “All right !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENE VI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Alexis slip into Anna’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna, you’d better take a rest. Don’t think about anything. You must recover I’ll get some fruits for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna ! I want to talk to you !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “What are you doing here ! And why do you look so angry with me !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “William almost die because of you !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “What ! Is he alright ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “No, if I didn’t come on the right time. Your father wanted to kill him !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “No, it’s impossible ! My father won’t do that !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “Yes, of course he will ! As long as it’s all about Vellino’s ! So you must leave him and forget him !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “No, I can’t ! I like him !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “No, you must do that !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Giselle come at a sudden)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Hey, what are you doing with Anna ! Stay away from her !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “I just want to tell her to...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “You’d better go now !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Yes, please Alexis. You should leave.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “All right, I’m leaving now ! Remember what I said ! Oh..yes.. I forget one thing. William doesn’t like you !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Take the back door !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Anna cries)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Anna. I don’t want to see you cry. Forget all she said ! She just want to make you sad. Trust me ! William is fine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Yes I know that. Thank you, Giselle. You’re my best friend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENE VII&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, at the riverside, Alexis is talking with William, before she go back to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “So, how do you think about her ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “You’ve known, Al ! Mmm... I want to see her tonight. Would you come with me ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “See her ?! What for ?! Are you missing her ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Yes, I am. I really do. She’s everything to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “Don’t you afraid with her father, after what he had done to you ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Come on, Alex ! I’ll do anything for her !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “And why she’s become so important for you than me ? You already have me !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “You don’t understand ! I never felt so happy before. She’s my angel !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “OK ! I understand. She’s your pearl... your angel... and I’m only your cousin, a friend, now and forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “I’m sorry, Alexis.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “That’s OK. By the way, I’m leaving Verona this afternoon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Will you back to Rome ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis&lt;/strong&gt; : “Do I have another place ? I got to go now. Take care of yourself ! Oh, yes give her my appologize. Goodbye, Will. See you next time !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “I hope a nice trip for you ! Appologize ?!.. What appologize ?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENE VIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, there’s someone singing a beautiful song outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “What are you doing here !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “William !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(William climbs up the window)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Why are you here ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “See her !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Let him. I”m sure he won’t make troubels here. I’m sorry, William. You shouldn’t have come here. It’s too dangerous. My father will be...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Forget him ! Are you fine ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “No, she’s not ! She’s getting worse everyday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Giselle, take care outside. Just in case my father come.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “William, I want to be free. Free as a bird , fly in a velvet sky and watch how beautiful my land. So no one can stop me !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Say nothing more. You’ll be alright. I’m here now !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Will, it’s not enough only with words. The fact is, now Anna is locked up here. No one can help her !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “How could you say that ! I’m trying hard to find the way out ! ... Anna, did Alexis do something bad to you ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “No,... She... didn’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Someone is coming ! Will, You must leave, quick !”&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Mancinni comes home and see William in Anna’s room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr.Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “Well, well, well... You still have the guts to come here. I told you ! You Should’t have come here ! It’s my house and no one can enter my house without permission !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Father ! Don’t say like that !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs.Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “He didn’t do anything to Anna.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “Mother, who told you I came here ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Alexis, did. She told me everything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “I don’t ask you to come here !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Yes, I know. But I think I have to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Father, stop treating me like a child ! I grew up ! I’m a girl now. I can choose whomever I want to make friend with !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “No, you can’t ! I’m your father and I have the right to make a better life for you. You’re my only daughter !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Roberto, that’s not the way how father teaches his daughter !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; : “She’s right, Mr. Mancinni !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Now, everyone support me !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “Oh, yeah ? But not now. He must die with my own hand !”&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Mancinni take his sword and aim it to William)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Don’t do that ! You can’t do that. Killing my son is not the way out. It’s only growing hates between Vellino’s and Mancinni’s. Think Anna how sad she’ll be, when she saw her father became a murderer !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “I’m sure she’ll understand. I do this for her happyness. A Vellino’s won’t make her happy !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Are you sure ? Do you ever understand what she wants ? Things that can make her happy ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr.Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “Stop this nonsense !! William... prepare to meet your father !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “ No, father..... No !!!”&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Mancinni cut his sword into William’s body. Then, William fell down to the floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “No... William... My son... No !!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Will... William... Wake up, Will !!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Anna can’t control herself, she take the sword)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna, don’t touch it, Anna ! Anna, you scare me !!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna, put it down. Slowly...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “William has died ! What can I do !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna, you have me, and your father !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “She’s right, Anna ! Please... put it down ! Now !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “No !!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They’re three snatching for the sword, then....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Mr. Mancinni !!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “No... father !!..... father !! I didn’t mean to do that !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mancinni&lt;/strong&gt; : “I know, darling...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : “Father..... Why do you have to leave me. Why does everyone leave me. Will.... you said you’ll be here by my side. But, now you leave me....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Vellino&lt;/strong&gt; : “Anna, calm down. We’re both lost our beloved. Hate only makes sadness and misery. Come on, Anna, let’s we barry William and your father, then we start a new life. Giselle, help Anna.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giselle&lt;/strong&gt; : “Stop crying, Anna. You still have me. We’ll always be together, ‘cause you are still my friend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Vellino is now living alone. Giselle and Anna live in one place to another place, to see a new world, that could heal any pain, together in time and the turning seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&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/17246954-112795594302121404?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/112795594302121404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=112795594302121404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/112795594302121404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/112795594302121404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-is-she-from.html' title='Where is she from'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-112795588372994973</id><published>2005-07-02T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:04:43.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Frontiers (Heaven Knows)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sung by &lt;strong&gt;The Corrs&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;If life is a river and your heart is a boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And just like a water baby, born to float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And your heart is Amelia dying to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Heaven knows no frontiers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;and I've seen heaven in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And if life is a bar room in which we must wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;'round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;That somehow this black night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Feels warmer for the spark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Warmer for the spark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;To hold us 'til the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;When fear will lose its grip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And heaven has its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Heaven knows no frontiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And I've seen heaven in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And your heart is a pure flame of man's constant night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;That somehow this black night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Feels warmer for the spark, warmer for the spark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;To hold us 'til the day when fear will lose its grip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And heaven has its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And heaven has its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;When all will harmonise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And know what's in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The dream will realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Heaven knows no frontiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And I've seen heaven in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Heaven knows no frontiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And I've seen heaven in your eyes&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/17246954-112795588372994973?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17246954.post-112795559468423822</id><published>2005-07-02T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:00:03.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akhirnya dimulai juga..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Hehe.. iya akhirnya dimulai juga mengisi blognya, setelah sekian lama terbengkalai. Niatnya ingin punya blog seperti punya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dkhairani.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dewi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, terisi dan kontinyu. Mudah-mudahan.. Amien..&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/17246954-112795559468423822?l=aleivelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/feeds/112795559468423822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17246954&amp;postID=112795559468423822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/112795559468423822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17246954/posts/default/112795559468423822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleivelli.blogspot.com/2005/07/akhirnya-dimulai-juga.html' title='Akhirnya dimulai juga..'/><author><name>Icha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11933747957152930136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v427/dkhairani/Icha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
