tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49604504423920867792012-02-11T22:54:54.592+07:00Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.comBlogger831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-9025073576985722222012-02-04T23:37:00.003+07:002012-02-04T23:37:48.029+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"You know I can't cook, I hardly make my bed, I can't handle kids,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and kids seem to dislike me either.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I mean, I take this seriously, you know, if only you take this seriously too.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But I think you're taking it too seriously on the wrong girl.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So one day, if you leave me for some other girl,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">who cooks delicious food, who always makes her bed, who loves kids</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and kids love her either, well, I think I'm ready."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And bam. It happened.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Another sign to </span><b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;">always, always</span></i></b><span style="font-size: x-small;"> follow my intuition.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-902507357698572222?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-22351351607311609872012-02-03T01:21:00.001+07:002012-02-03T01:21:12.017+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sometimes it's probably not love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It's just you're </span><i><span style="color: magenta;">getting used</span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> to each other that you can't even imagine</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">going through the days without them--your partner.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sometimes it's probably not love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It's just you </span><i><span style="color: blue;">need</span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> someone to take care of you and to know that</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">you're not alone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sometimes it's probably not love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It's just a </span><i><span style="color: purple;">status</span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> to know that you belong to somebody and that</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">somebody 'loves' you just so you feel somewhat safe.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sometimes it's probably not love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It's just </span><i><span style="color: red;">lust</span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> for you to hold your hands to, to hug, to kiss or beyond.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sometimes it's probably not love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But somehow, at the </span><i><span style="color: orange;">other times</span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;">, maybe, probably, it is.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZLg1MWR6ac/TyrT-Szc9wI/AAAAAAAAA2s/5nhzWwy1OgE/s1600/tumblr_lnar3cwGIO1qeosc5o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZLg1MWR6ac/TyrT-Szc9wI/AAAAAAAAA2s/5nhzWwy1OgE/s400/tumblr_lnar3cwGIO1qeosc5o1_500_large.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2235135160731160987?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-67392945336308102592012-02-02T00:19:00.003+07:002012-02-02T00:19:52.139+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Have you ever been so desperate to know about someone's life</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">cause you haven't heard from that person for, like, forever</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and there's nothing to connect you to that particular person</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">that you decide to </span><b><span style="color: blue;">Google</span></b><span style="font-size: x-small;"> the person's name?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Well, I have.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6739294533630810259?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-58820237897188575952012-01-19T23:51:00.000+07:002012-01-20T01:13:38.298+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ASoId8uPhI/TxhHzsmr7MI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WUpXkZ66B28/s1600/1848897_460s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ASoId8uPhI/TxhHzsmr7MI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WUpXkZ66B28/s1600/1848897_460s.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Just remember - The highest form of control in knowing when to let go."</div><div style="text-align: center;">-<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>a </i><span style="color: orange;"><a href="http://twitter.com/gracecahyadi">friend</a></span><span style="color: purple;">'</span><i>s quoting tweet</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-5882023789718857595?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-45263134503641375392012-01-17T01:06:00.001+07:002012-01-17T01:12:50.121+07:00<br /><center><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CgGUTpxD9ns?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><center><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><center><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2011 video campaign. <i style="color: magenta;">Moves Like Jagger</i> by Maroon 5.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Alessandra Ambrosio</b></i>, <b style="color: #cc0000;">you rock</b>.</span><br /><br /></div></center></center></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-4526313450364137539?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-22450754325178663022012-01-09T20:01:00.000+07:002012-01-09T20:15:43.018+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Having exam week. 2 subjects out of 8 had passed, still 6 to go.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">God, <i style="color: purple;"><b>I'm having enough with exams.</b></i> </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOac20Hn5dE/Twrmps5X-aI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Cgea-2dxcgM/s400/tumblr_ljekkpVmsm1qeewamo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gaWub5LuErc/Twrmnw5QkkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/I0G3cxiZn6k/s1600/Ab6nophAMqimml8yrxQn5Dklo1_400.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gaWub5LuErc/Twrmnw5QkkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/I0G3cxiZn6k/s400/Ab6nophAMqimml8yrxQn5Dklo1_400.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YykgsI_o8Oc/Twrmo5ztqSI/AAAAAAAAA2M/cCV1Mwsm7m0/s1600/tumblr_lj17fqKogB1qb78nyo1_400.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YykgsI_o8Oc/Twrmo5ztqSI/AAAAAAAAA2M/cCV1Mwsm7m0/s400/tumblr_lj17fqKogB1qb78nyo1_400.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Oh, my only playlist on repeat currently is Sigh No More album by Mumford &amp; Sons. Old album, I know.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Either it's me too lazy to add some new songs or this album's just simply addictive.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Here's one of their song from Sigh No More album.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><center> </center><center></center><center></center><center><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3KkUeRPjc-Y?fs=1" width="480"></iframe></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2245075432517866302?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-40324866675454349422012-01-06T23:39:00.003+07:002012-01-09T19:44:19.029+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUOBHlkve3I/TwlFRbekZJI/AAAAAAAAA08/JUVvhco9PsY/s1600/6340217395_a6b9c266a4_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUOBHlkve3I/TwlFRbekZJI/AAAAAAAAA08/JUVvhco9PsY/s400/6340217395_a6b9c266a4_z_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcd5PZgzlhs/TwciD2Jpe-I/AAAAAAAAAz0/nEwW5uPbnkA/s1600/tumblr_lm84bjhx6l1qiyom6o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcd5PZgzlhs/TwciD2Jpe-I/AAAAAAAAAz0/nEwW5uPbnkA/s400/tumblr_lm84bjhx6l1qiyom6o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens&nbsp;</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">Brown paper packages tied up with strings</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small;">These are a few of my favorite things!</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><br style="background-color: white; font-size: small;" /></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;">Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">These are a few of my favorite things!</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Silver white winters that melt into spring</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">These are a few of my favorite things!</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">When the dog bites, when the bee stings</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">When I'm feeling sad,&nbsp;</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">I simply remember&nbsp;</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">my favorite things</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">and then I don't feel so bad!</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><span style="background-color: white;">("These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things" - Julie Andrews)</span></i></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Pictures are courtesy of </span></span></span></i><span style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/">this site</a></span></span></span><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">)</span></span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-4032486667545434942?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-85232917399543409862012-01-04T20:30:00.002+07:002012-01-04T20:31:39.934+07:00<span style="font-size: x-small;">( 2nd type cancer )<br />If you were born between July 3 and July 12,<br />The second of the Cancer Decans has the planet Pluto as its ruler.<br />The second Decan Cancer personality is characterised by mystery, secrecy and psychic ability.<br />Like all Cancer subjects, you have strong psychic abilities that help guide you with your decision making.<br />You are an extremely private person and do not like to reveal too much of yourself to anyone. This includes close friends, lovers and family members. You are quite secretive and will keep secrets well. No one ever knows you fully and you have the air of mystery behind your eyes.<br />Unlike other Cancerians, you do not allow your heart to overrule your head. You are emotional and sensitive but have an analytical mind that affects your judgement. This can lead to feelings of confusion as your head is telling you one thing, your heart another. It is your head that usually wins out.<br />You have immense emotional needs and are happiest in a secure loving relationship. You give a great deal of love, loyalty and respect to a lover and expect the same in return. If your relationships are tested, you will work your hardest to overcome problems and rebuild a loving relationship.<br />The main flaws in this second Decan Cancer personality are a tendency to have a jealous streak.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">I didn't wanna trust this fully at the first place but funny how <b><u>most</u></b> of it is <i style="color: blue;">undeniably true</i>.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>(Source: </i></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.twitlonger.com/show/c8b7ru" style="color: orange;">here</a><i>)</i></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-8523291739954340986?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-50793783105267213802012-01-02T00:59:00.000+07:002012-01-02T20:32:35.939+07:00<span style="font-size: x-small;">2011 has passed. This is too fast. I remember the excitement of Bali getaway, birthday bashes, the ups and downs, the failure, the farewells, the second chances, the jokes, the rumbles.. All memories seem to be clear like crystal.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">I'd love to see what happens next but when it means growing up... If only I could choose to stay forever young.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cause youth knows no pain.</span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gL_Cn1_OtTk/TwGoE-TTscI/AAAAAAAAAss/mHzEitfdgJo/s1600/P1260182.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gL_Cn1_OtTk/TwGoE-TTscI/AAAAAAAAAss/mHzEitfdgJo/s400/P1260182.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7O_j3BIFvaE/TwGobRRGGjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/G1MJ391W8D4/s1600/P2060019.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7O_j3BIFvaE/TwGobRRGGjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/G1MJ391W8D4/s400/P2060019.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSkdjQ1y9Ik/TwGnmgD3aNI/AAAAAAAAAsc/LlQgXqZVT7s/s1600/222532_2035477451682_1386582004_2349278_553982_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSFoj_aL2vw/TwGtclgsn6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/WclYxHsQErQ/s1600/PC280149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSFoj_aL2vw/TwGtclgsn6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/WclYxHsQErQ/s400/PC280149.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ho2kWQj5x2U/TwGns9ZjFbI/AAAAAAAAAsk/w1AL9OMdUkE/s1600/P1010185-2cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ho2kWQj5x2U/TwGns9ZjFbI/AAAAAAAAAsk/w1AL9OMdUkE/s400/P1010185-2cropped.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Goodbye, 2011. Thanks for the bittersweet memories.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Welcome, 2012. Please surprise me in a good way.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-5079378310526721380?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-90355139134277287232011-12-17T02:05:00.001+07:002011-12-17T02:05:49.649+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Do whatever you wanna do.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I'm sure you're clever enough to know</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">which way taking you to be a piece of shit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and which way taking you to be something you wish.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I'm done with the arguments-apology-honeymoon</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">cycle without making any changes over and over again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cause 'I need you' without a proof is just an utter bullshit.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-9035513913427728723?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-44067175045157814382011-12-17T01:53:00.001+07:002011-12-17T01:53:56.241+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">When you are a person who always has trust issue,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and you've found a person whom you thought you could trust</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and hold your faith on no matter how far you go,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">but the person takes your trust and faith for granted,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">takes advantage from your trust and faith,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">then you'd start thinking:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"God, I was starting to be a good person by always keep</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">thinking positive about this person no matter how tough the times</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">he/she has been through.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I was starting to be a good person by convincing myself that</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I've finally found a person who's worth my trust and faith</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and stop being skeptical by thinking nobody's worth it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But why should it always end like this?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Am I too naive for trusting this person?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Is this person really worth my trust?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Has this person ever been worth my trust and faith?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Or is this simply Your sign to say:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">'I've told you to <u>always</u> trust your feelings'?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> But well, maybe this is just a sign that I should not trust</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">anyone like I trust myself.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cause even Dad would sometimes lie about his health.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-4406717504515781438?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-37097143547606915472011-12-13T21:49:00.000+07:002011-12-13T21:49:48.549+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I found this girl on <a href="http://lookbook.nu/" style="color: orange;">Lookbook</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A pretty-faced 16-year-old student living in Umea, Sweden named <span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"><b>Ebba Zingmark</b></span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Here are some of her looks..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5muy3wD6h8/Tudg1s2OrWI/AAAAAAAAAmI/SCLEE57Buxw/s1600/1470661_look2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="362" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5muy3wD6h8/Tudg1s2OrWI/AAAAAAAAAmI/SCLEE57Buxw/s400/1470661_look2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLuZFoJgrD8/Tudg3BG5OOI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yxMz2ewLk6w/s1600/1531641_stickadtr%25C3%25B6jalook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="375" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLuZFoJgrD8/Tudg3BG5OOI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yxMz2ewLk6w/s400/1531641_stickadtr%25C3%25B6jalook.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2QFytC8iKdY/Tudg4ufQmeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Rh505fWFbpk/s1600/1550709_rostlook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="368" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2QFytC8iKdY/Tudg4ufQmeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Rh505fWFbpk/s400/1550709_rostlook.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goNDi_Xq4-Y/Tudg6WsRfHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/6r4qIp8nvAg/s1600/1586924_look.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goNDi_Xq4-Y/Tudg6WsRfHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/6r4qIp8nvAg/s400/1586924_look.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Love the simplicity she brought out in this look.</span> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sL7aqJmqhVc/Tudg72M8YrI/AAAAAAAAAmo/kljLlYY6Hmc/s1600/1601311_nellylookbookk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sL7aqJmqhVc/Tudg72M8YrI/AAAAAAAAAmo/kljLlYY6Hmc/s400/1601311_nellylookbookk.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Preppy geek style! ♥</span> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzFjYJ7kfjQ/Tudg920n5II/AAAAAAAAAmw/OBbQDvwVhCM/s1600/1616636_lookaliten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzFjYJ7kfjQ/Tudg920n5II/AAAAAAAAAmw/OBbQDvwVhCM/s400/1616636_lookaliten.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALwxmcPj5lo/Tudg_OHFUUI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2IczKOT543c/s1600/1636162_lookbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="366" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALwxmcPj5lo/Tudg_OHFUUI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2IczKOT543c/s400/1636162_lookbook.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: x-small;">Strong jaws <u><i style="color: red;"><b>always</b></i></u> wins.</span> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jc0soOyuVq0/TudhBD4zKKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Q64O2eeqNKk/s1600/1654856_fj%25C3%25A4derlookbookm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="371" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jc0soOyuVq0/TudhBD4zKKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Q64O2eeqNKk/s400/1654856_fj%25C3%25A4derlookbookm.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">With <u><b>more than</b></u> 4000 hypes, who still thinks this look's wrong?</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4lJRXWXKy6Y/TudhCmUBl1I/AAAAAAAAAnI/SqTEUTSGZRU/s1600/1659766_jeanslook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="380" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4lJRXWXKy6Y/TudhCmUBl1I/AAAAAAAAAnI/SqTEUTSGZRU/s400/1659766_jeanslook.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WidRhJKRjw/TudhD-bMnPI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2F8Hl09wliM/s1600/1674433_yellowlookh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="371" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WidRhJKRjw/TudhD-bMnPI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2F8Hl09wliM/s400/1674433_yellowlookh.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">♥ ♥ ♥ </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OS2NUv_hv5E/TudhFrE87YI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xnNm9dW65AE/s1600/1678495_lookstor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="380" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OS2NUv_hv5E/TudhFrE87YI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xnNm9dW65AE/s400/1678495_lookstor.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxH5kLa-CVU/TudhHCLW4OI/AAAAAAAAAng/j-woRZwqg8c/s1600/1694500_pumpalooken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxH5kLa-CVU/TudhHCLW4OI/AAAAAAAAAng/j-woRZwqg8c/s400/1694500_pumpalooken.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUZSe4B69yE/TudhIuialWI/AAAAAAAAAno/WZ8ccabDQbw/s1600/1730448_walklookbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="361" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUZSe4B69yE/TudhIuialWI/AAAAAAAAAno/WZ8ccabDQbw/s400/1730448_walklookbook.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The hair, the cable jumper, the oxford shoes...</span> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPmlGCO4jWQ/TudhJktLcqI/AAAAAAAAAnw/IyqUpjgx7ug/s1600/1744096_stickatlookbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="363" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPmlGCO4jWQ/TudhJktLcqI/AAAAAAAAAnw/IyqUpjgx7ug/s400/1744096_stickatlookbook.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHS6ukOIeXo/TudhLYO1ubI/AAAAAAAAAn4/czOxs90EK9w/s1600/1750458_cashmirlookbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="345" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHS6ukOIeXo/TudhLYO1ubI/AAAAAAAAAn4/czOxs90EK9w/s400/1750458_cashmirlookbook.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWZbrHRIEYE/TudhfiaqDFI/AAAAAAAAAoA/IEKBp2PwOCA/s1600/1350802_sunnysideup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWZbrHRIEYE/TudhfiaqDFI/AAAAAAAAAoA/IEKBp2PwOCA/s400/1350802_sunnysideup.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Always love skirts mixed with Docmart</span>. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEpcBzt28Ao/TudhhNKbmVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nGoxMiO4bX0/s1600/1359643_peacelook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="390" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEpcBzt28Ao/TudhhNKbmVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nGoxMiO4bX0/s400/1359643_peacelook.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><u><span style="color: lime; font-size: small;"><b>Can't get enough</b></span></u> of her looks! Scrolling all the way down when visiting <a href="http://lookbook.nu/ebbaz" style="color: orange;">her page</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This girl's surely got style.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(All pictures are courtesy of </span></i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://lookbook.nu/ebbaz" style="color: orange;">hers</a></span><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-3709714354760691547?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-12504243951623865352011-12-09T21:51:00.001+07:002011-12-09T22:28:46.548+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ever feel like breaking down with no apparent reason?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">That you wish you were a bird so you could fly away</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and leave all those problems on the ground?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRGL9NIPMr0/TuIhb70cLkI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/iExUc71sYrM/s1600/tumblr_lvtnbeBrKL1r7kuvlo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRGL9NIPMr0/TuIhb70cLkI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/iExUc71sYrM/s400/tumblr_lvtnbeBrKL1r7kuvlo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Or wish you could jump off a cliff straight to the water</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">just to feel the adrenaline?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjAapu_GM5g/TuIjLPGw8rI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NC-5DhLd1Og/s1600/tumblr_lo5f7j3jJf1qjrgqlo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjAapu_GM5g/TuIjLPGw8rI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NC-5DhLd1Og/s400/tumblr_lo5f7j3jJf1qjrgqlo1_500_large.png" width="201" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">For me, yes I do. I currently do. </span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe all I need is just a holiday.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">An awesome holiday in a breath-taking place.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3wWTAHJ0go/TuIk5WX2MqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/512ja50b5zk/s1600/tumblr_lvxonx8y9x1qdmya1o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3wWTAHJ0go/TuIk5WX2MqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/512ja50b5zk/s400/tumblr_lvxonx8y9x1qdmya1o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe all I need is some scenery.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A scenery I've never imagined would be lying right in front of me.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8ozlS8oOUI/TuIk1TxyR0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Rge4MSqng0g/s1600/tumblr_lff0llQwtE1qzwaddo1_500_large.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8ozlS8oOUI/TuIk1TxyR0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Rge4MSqng0g/s400/tumblr_lff0llQwtE1qzwaddo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe all I need is to take some steps. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Some different steps that could paint my life with whole different colors.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yet I enjoy every single color of it.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiUY86wODz0/TuIk298o6rI/AAAAAAAAAlw/DU1XoeGJLHY/s1600/tumblr_lh3otmEAPs1qb57y3o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiUY86wODz0/TuIk298o6rI/AAAAAAAAAlw/DU1XoeGJLHY/s400/tumblr_lh3otmEAPs1qb57y3o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Or maybe I just simply haven't lived my life to the fullest.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And as soon as I have, promise me you would lend an ear to listen to my stories.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And promise me you would let me to live it once again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;With or without you.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpWshCs5rK4/TuIk4KKvxMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/aJHxYsF0qDg/s1600/tumblr_ln07fkr3Hn1qg4wb2o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>(Pictures are courtesy of </i><a href="http://weheartit.com/">here</a><i>)</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>&nbsp;</i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-1250424395162386535?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-4727009207258283552011-12-08T00:14:00.001+07:002011-12-08T00:16:55.347+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi1BUbSY4FQ/Tt-e4kUtPaI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LppFe9Aqu2Q/s1600/861945_460s_v1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi1BUbSY4FQ/Tt-e4kUtPaI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LppFe9Aqu2Q/s1600/861945_460s_v1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just a picture of what I want for my <i style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>future house</b></i>..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-472700920725828355?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-52146472624857509602011-11-29T21:18:00.001+07:002011-11-29T21:48:20.146+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGiAMOBhIDg/TtTplLKAaSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4L5QmTmYyiI/s1600/720680_460s_v1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGiAMOBhIDg/TtTplLKAaSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4L5QmTmYyiI/s1600/720680_460s_v1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>(Courtesy of </i><a href="http://www.9gag.com/" style="color: orange;">this</a><i>)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-5214647262485750960?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-90060432579519991002011-11-27T22:49:00.001+07:002011-11-27T22:52:01.687+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"You're good at covering your problems from your friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="color: magenta;">Laughing</i> as if nothing happened when in fact</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">your head's somewhat <i><b style="color: #4c1130;">full</b></i> or even ready to <i><b><span style="color: #073763;">explode</span></b></i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-9006043257951999100?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-12509238387589556392011-11-05T13:56:00.003+07:002011-11-05T14:04:17.626+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu48zagNt31qztb0ho1_500.gif"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu48zagNt31qztb0ho1_500.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 230px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-small; font-style: italic;">(Picture taken from </span><span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://alexturner.tumblr.com/">this site</a></span><span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">&nbsp;</span></span><span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Probably the cutest .gif ever found. </span><span style="font-size: small;">♥</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-1250923838758955639?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-22098690128825914812011-11-05T13:10:00.010+07:002011-11-05T13:56:00.880+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes girls are way too emotional, you know.<br />Pissed over a bad hair day, mad over an unanswered text, cried over PMS.<br />They only need someone more logical to share with.<br />Not all girls think going out on Saturday night with their boyfriend is a must.<br />Not all girls should be treated with periodically expensive gifts.<br />Cause sometimes they don't need presents. They only need your presence.<br />Some girls only need partner to have deep conversation with.<br />You have no idea how relieving it is to share what's on your mind<br />with the person you keep your faith in.<br />And girls love guys with efforts.<br />Efforts to meet her, efforts to text her, efforts to understand her.<br />They appreciate any little effort you make for them.<br />Do you know how it feels like to have a partner suddenly showing up<br />at the front door just to apologize for the previous argument?<br />Guys don't have to always be like that. Just know when you should be like that.<br /><br />And I miss you making efforts like that.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2209869012882591481?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-13130317749998745492011-10-30T23:18:00.001+07:002011-10-30T23:19:00.303+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErZ-RaI-eKo/Tq14IeWj_wI/AAAAAAAAAi8/B3hx66wHh64/s1600/1418420279_5_vldy_large.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErZ-RaI-eKo/Tq14IeWj_wI/AAAAAAAAAi8/B3hx66wHh64/s320/1418420279_5_vldy_large.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Funny picture found on <i><a href="http://weheartit.com/" style="color: #e69138;">this site</a></i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">How some people could get easily irritated by littlest things..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-1313031774999874549?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-14941880206239849372011-10-30T23:08:00.003+07:002011-11-10T23:06:16.105+07:00<span style="font-size: x-small;">Get over 50 and you are a bad influence.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">1. smoked<br />2. consumed alcohol<br />3. slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex<br />4. slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex<br />5. kissed someone of the same sex<br />6. had sex<br />7. had someone in your room other than family<br />8. watched porn<br />9. bought porn<br />10. done drugs<br />TOTAL :7</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />1. taken painkillers<br />2. taken someone else’s prescription medicine<br />3. lied to your parents<br />4. lied to a friend<br />5. snuck out of the house<br />6. done something illegal<br />7. cut yourself<br />8. hurt someone<br />9. wished someone to die<br />10. seen someone die<br />TOTAL&nbsp;: 5<br /><br />1. missed curfew<br />2. stayed out all night<br />3. eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself<br />4. been to a therapist<br />5. been to rehab<br />6. dyed your hair<br />7. received a ticket<br />8. been in a car accident<br />9. been to a club<br />10. been to a bar<br />TOTAL&nbsp;: 5<br /><br />1. been to a wild party<br />2. seen the Mardi Gras<br />3. drank more than four beers in a night<br />4. had a spring break in Florida<br />5. sniffed anything<br />6. wore black nail polish<br />7. wore arm band<br />8. wore t-shirts with band names<br />9. listen to rap<br />10. own a 50 Cent CD<br />TOTAL&nbsp;: 6<br /><br />1. dressed gothic<br />2. dressed prep<br />3. dressed punk<br />4. dressed grunge<br />5. stole something<br />6. been too drunk to remember anything<br />7. blacked out<br />8. fainted<br />9. had a crush on your neighbour<br />10. had someone sneak into your room<br />TOTAL&nbsp;: 3<br /><br />1. snuck into someone else’s room<br />2. had a crush on your best friend<br />3. been to a concert<br />4. humped someone<br />5. been called a slut<br />6. called someone a slut<br />7. installed speakers in your car<br />8. broken a mirror<br />9. showered at someone of the opposites sex’s house<br />10. brushed your teeth with someone else’s toothbrush<br />TOTAL&nbsp;: 5<br /><br />1. consider/considered Drake your favorite rapper<br />2. seen an R-rated movie<br />3. cruised the mall<br />4. skipped school<br />5. had surgery<br />6. had an injury<br />7. gone to court<br />8. walked out of a restaurant without paying<br />9. caught something on fire<br />10. lied about your age<br />TOTAL&nbsp;: 5<br /><br />1. owned an apartment<br />2. broke the law in the police’s presence<br />3. cheated with someone<br />4. got in trouble with the police<br />5. talked to a stranger<br />6. hugged a stranger<br />7. kissed a stranger<br />8. rode in the car with a stranger<br />9. harrassed somebody<br />10. verbally harrassed somebody<br />TOTAL&nbsp;: 5<br /><br />1. met face-to-face with someone you met online<br />2. stayed online for 12 hours straight<br />3. talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight<br />4. watched TV for 12 hours straight<br />5. been to a fair<br />6. been called a bad influence<br />7. drink and drive<br />8. prank-called someone<br />9. laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex<br />10. been cheated on<br />TOTAL&nbsp;:6</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />1. cheated on homework<br />2. held hands with someone of the same sex<br />3. been pushed into a pool<br />4. played pool<br />5. watched 5 hours of MTV straight<br />6. had a crush on someone 5 years older than you<br />7. had a crush on someone younger than you<br />8. worn eyeliner<br />9. skinny-dipped<br />10. laughed at a retarded person in a wheelchair<br />TOTAL&nbsp;:6</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">TOTAL: 53</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Well, I was just living my youth.. <i>*whistling*</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>(questions copied from a </i><a href="http://tinyfolks.blogspot.com/" style="color: #e69138;">friend's blog</a> <i>post)</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-1494188020623984937?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-44960202570954001942011-10-19T20:11:00.000+07:002011-10-20T16:40:24.180+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"I respect him, but <i style="color: #674ea7;"><b>not</b></i> his music."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>--Overheard some guy who talked about his musician friend</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Whoopsy daisy, I thought people with good taste of music would surely respect others' taste of music.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-4496020257095400194?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-55432645998435755812011-10-19T19:02:00.001+07:002011-10-19T19:02:07.666+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"When you look for a <i style="color: purple;">husband</i>, look for the one who can make money <u style="color: #073763;"><b>without</b></u> any help from his parents.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Don't ever marry a Mommy's little boy. They're <i style="color: #6aa84f;">cowards</i>."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">--<span style="color: blue;">Dad</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-5543264599843575581?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-23966064128974198502011-10-17T22:11:00.000+07:002011-10-20T16:41:52.029+07:00<span style="font-size: x-small;">We never realize how fast time passes..</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Until we look back to those old pictures we keep.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">How many moments we've been through..</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Wait, did our sweet 17 birthdays happen more than 3 years ago? </span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szZ3vhIjJUU/TpxAf7eR-GI/AAAAAAAAAic/wrnc3qPvKAk/s1600/n695072821_1213477_5186.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szZ3vhIjJUU/TpxAf7eR-GI/AAAAAAAAAic/wrnc3qPvKAk/s400/n695072821_1213477_5186.jpg" width="400" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yhixSY5p2s/TpxAMo8On3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/qdLspz5ry8Y/s1600/17452_238169627821_695072821_3163700_72830_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We grew up together.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Remember Saturday nights spent at KFC and Timezone when we were 15?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Or times when we tried smoking cigars and drinking beers for the first time? </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yhixSY5p2s/TpxAMo8On3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/qdLspz5ry8Y/s1600/17452_238169627821_695072821_3163700_72830_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yhixSY5p2s/TpxAMo8On3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/qdLspz5ry8Y/s400/17452_238169627821_695072821_3163700_72830_n.jpg" width="400" /></a>&nbsp;</div><br />&nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEvq-LWtwtw/TpxAPVybKvI/AAAAAAAAAh0/UqMIMQ7rdG0/s1600/34246_411245922821_695072821_4428576_7446981_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEvq-LWtwtw/TpxAPVybKvI/AAAAAAAAAh0/UqMIMQ7rdG0/s400/34246_411245922821_695072821_4428576_7446981_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSmss-4M97M/TpxAR1B_qTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/D-fz9aI904I/s1600/181558_10150095314227822_695072821_6186154_1345988_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSmss-4M97M/TpxAR1B_qTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/D-fz9aI904I/s400/181558_10150095314227822_695072821_6186154_1345988_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;Funny when we look back now</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">at how we thought it was cool..</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3GC0UgTFq4/TpxAVU0GYRI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2AmOdpGb2B0/s1600/294582_2575675676300_1386582004_2955983_132295515_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3B_T8njaTSs/TpxAYFRiTcI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OuRjVNVAkrw/s1600/312502_10150296151212822_695072821_7793244_7210675_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3B_T8njaTSs/TpxAYFRiTcI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OuRjVNVAkrw/s400/312502_10150296151212822_695072821_7793244_7210675_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">People may think it's <b style="color: magenta;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">silly</span></i></b>,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">well, they have no idea that in fact it was <span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"><i><b>lively</b></i></span>.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3GC0UgTFq4/TpxAVU0GYRI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2AmOdpGb2B0/s1600/294582_2575675676300_1386582004_2955983_132295515_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3GC0UgTFq4/TpxAVU0GYRI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2AmOdpGb2B0/s400/294582_2575675676300_1386582004_2955983_132295515_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">♥ </div><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2396606412897419850?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-22041044095224604762011-10-12T23:14:00.001+07:002011-10-12T23:24:30.966+07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Who doesn't love Dinosaurs?!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">.................................</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Okay, most people don't love dinosaurs. They ate people, they were cruel, they were predators, and many more bloody reasons people might state. Well, you're true, though. But I was once obsessed with Dinosaurs. I still am, probably.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I can blame my elder brother for this, actually. He was the one who was totally obsessed with Dinosaurs back then. He posted many posters of Dinosaurs in our room (Yes, 'our'. Back then when I was 5, we slept together with Mom and Dad), and all of the posters had the names of the Dinosaurs in it. Mom and Dad also bought him heaps of books about Dinosaurs (and snake, and insects, and whales, well, he was an fauna fetish) and when he read, I always sat next to him so that I could read it too.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">They say kids' memories last forever. I believe that, cause probably that's why those Dinosaurs names still stuck in my mind till this very second. But well, my elder brother is still the one who remembers nearly every kind of Dinosaur, until today.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">As a kid, you know I had my favorite Dinosaurs. And they are...</span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzD-F5ayZLU/TpWyHvX1xcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zeiaN_8xdTI/s1600/12054885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzD-F5ayZLU/TpWyHvX1xcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zeiaN_8xdTI/s1600/12054885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzD-F5ayZLU/TpWyHvX1xcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zeiaN_8xdTI/s1600/12054885.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzD-F5ayZLU/TpWyHvX1xcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zeiaN_8xdTI/s320/12054885.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><u><b><i>Stegosaurus</i></b></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This Dino used to be my first favorite Dino cause Stegosaurus was herbivorous. I hated carnivorous Dinos. I read an article about Dinosaurs just recently and I found out that Stegosaurus was the dumbest Dino cause they had the smallest brain with that size of body. Heart-breaking. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzD-F5ayZLU/TpWyHvX1xcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zeiaN_8xdTI/s1600/12054885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzD-F5ayZLU/TpWyHvX1xcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zeiaN_8xdTI/s1600/12054885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tF0dcQuR4RQ/TpWy9zujLEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/t0HHcmye3To/s1600/triceratops_788_600x450.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tF0dcQuR4RQ/TpWy9zujLEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/t0HHcmye3To/s320/triceratops_788_600x450.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><u><b>Triceratops</b></u></i><br />Not long till I crushed on another Dino. Again, a herbivorous one. They might look slow and dumb but from my point of view, they look like a wise woman somehow. This wise-woman figure popped out in my mind since I was 5. Oh and they were featured on Jurassic Park movie too! The scene when Ellie examined the sick Triceratops one. ♥ </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzD-F5ayZLU/TpWyHvX1xcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zeiaN_8xdTI/s1600/12054885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzD-F5ayZLU/TpWyHvX1xcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zeiaN_8xdTI/s1600/12054885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tF0dcQuR4RQ/TpWy9zujLEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/t0HHcmye3To/s1600/triceratops_788_600x450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sAiIjt1f4qs/TpWy5TWv7KI/AAAAAAAAAhM/g0slYDF64vg/s1600/pteranodon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sAiIjt1f4qs/TpWy5TWv7KI/AAAAAAAAAhM/g0slYDF64vg/s320/pteranodon.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><u><b>Pteranodon</b></u></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This is the latest favorite Dino of mine. This one's different cause Pteranodon was a carnivorous. One reason why I loved them was that they fly (I know some there's still some other Dinos that fly but I only loved Pternodon). But when I watched Jurassic Park III, it kinda broke my heart that Pteranodon was cruel that he almost killed Dr. Alan and his people and that boy, Eric. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Back then when we were kids, my brothers also had their favorite too. And they are...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YbS2d8-sYkg/TpW42m4DrgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/jtzxsBuOEEg/s1600/tyrannosaurus_791_600x450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YbS2d8-sYkg/TpW42m4DrgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/jtzxsBuOEEg/s320/tyrannosaurus_791_600x450.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><u><b>Tyrannosaurus Rex</b></u></i>&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Also known as T-Rex)</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">My eldest brother's favorite. The carnivorous, the big (not biggest), the most famous and well-known for the cruelty (might as well be the most cruel Dino ever), probably that's why they put them as the main role in Jurassic Park movie. (Remember the scene when Alan, Ellie and another man driving a car chased by T-Rex? That was kinda breath-taking!) Until this day, sometimes I look my brother as if he were a T-Rex. I don't know why.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M899CnygPFM/TpW49OIbBmI/AAAAAAAAAhk/N4WuI76r1ro/s1600/velociraptor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M899CnygPFM/TpW49OIbBmI/AAAAAAAAAhk/N4WuI76r1ro/s320/velociraptor.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><u><b>Velociraptor</b></u></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Also known as Raptor)</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>&nbsp;</i>My elder brother's favorite. The carnivorous, the famous, the fastest and the smartest Dino. Raptors are defined to be not too big, smaller than they were in Jurassic Park movies. They always played quite important role, both in Jurassic Park and Jurassic Park III movie. (Remember the kitchen scene between the Raptors and the kids in Jurassic Park? Or the stolen egg of&nbsp; Raptor in Jurassic Park III? I do!) And until this day,sometimes I also still see my elder brother as if he were a Raptor. This is weird, I know.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I still remember some of Dinosaurs name. From Brachiosaurus to Diplodocus, from Iguanodon to Elasmosaurus. Well, like they always say, Kids' memories last forever..</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2204104409522460476?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-17761996160719249692011-10-02T12:44:00.000+07:002011-10-02T16:48:14.609+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/TlYJKfunfC0/0.jpg" height="349" width="530"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlYJKfunfC0&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlYJKfunfC0&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Some people might find this video too explicit. Well, feel free to skip this post.)<i> </i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Your love is like a studded leather headlock</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Your kiss, it could put creases in the rain</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>And those other girls are just postmix lemonade</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Suck it and see, you never know</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Sit next to me before I go</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Jigsaw women with hollow movie shoes</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Be cruel to me 'cause I'm a fool for you</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I poured my aching heart into a pop song</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I couldn't get the hang of poetry</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>That's not a skirt, girl, that's a sawn-off shotgun</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>And I can only hope you've got it aimed at me</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Suck it and see, you never know</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Sit next to me before I go</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Jigsaw women with hollow movie shoes</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Be cruel to me 'cause I'm a fool for</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Blue girls from once upon a Shangri-La</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>How I often wonder where you are</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>You have got that face that just says</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>"Baby, I was made to break your heart"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Suck it and see, you never know</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Sit next to me before I go</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Go, go, go </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Jigsaw women with hollow movie shoes</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Be cruel to me 'cause I'm a fool for you&nbsp;</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>("Suck It And See" - Arctic Monkeys)</i></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-1776199616071924969?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-51830472515086665512011-08-16T19:32:00.004+07:002011-08-16T19:45:28.025+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"> <br />"You're the <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >apple</span> to my pie <br />You're the straw to my <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">berry</span></span> <br />You're the <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">smoke</span></span> to my high <br />And you're the one I wanna <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >marry</span>." <br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> <br />-</span><a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://twitter.com/kharintya">@kharintya</a></span> <br /> <br /> <br /></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-5183047251508666551?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-77507329744914718522011-08-14T12:32:00.008+07:002011-08-14T14:52:16.590+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8G3CowZ94s/TkdgaUo8t8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/HjL8hf9yfnI/s1600/P8130017.jpg"> <br /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWWW7MH6AFE/TkdfdybW5tI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4WOrZvdhud4/s1600/P8120006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KWWW7MH6AFE/TkdfdybW5tI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4WOrZvdhud4/s400/P8120006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640582023662200530" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Had our very </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >first anniversary</span> last Saturday night <br />that we decided to go to our familiar-yet-all-time-favorite place. <br />Again, <span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.burgundy.co.id/"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Burgundy Dine &amp; Wine</span></a></span>. <br />Always love the quite yet relaxing atmosphere.. <br />Oh, and the chill. <br /> <br />To make it more 'familiar', I ordered their Prawn Pasta, as usual. <br />This time I captured it BEFORE I took a bite of it. <br /></span> <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-koTAS1_ZYjc/Tkdfw9tqHbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oE4YKEo3iCE/s1600/P8130015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-koTAS1_ZYjc/Tkdfw9tqHbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/oE4YKEo3iCE/s400/P8130015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640582353109261746" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And this fit perfectly with the Hot Vanilla Latte.</span> <br /> <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWom63vqDe0/TkdfxIm9jSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/D86vVkKCEho/s1600/P8130016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWom63vqDe0/TkdfxIm9jSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/D86vVkKCEho/s400/P8130016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640582356033965346" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I ordered their Chicken Wings too, but I forgot to take the picture. <br />It tasted pretty good, anyway. <br /></span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Well, I don't know what these pictures mean, <br />(he took these) <br />but if you wanna know some views from our table then here it is.. <br />(Sorry if you find this doesn't help :p) <br /></span> <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrdrRBc3igM/TkdgCok3FMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/WnUfFTpABdo/s1600/P8130020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrdrRBc3igM/TkdgCok3FMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/WnUfFTpABdo/s400/P8130020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640582656672863426" border="0" /></a> <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8G3CowZ94s/TkdgaUo8t8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/HjL8hf9yfnI/s1600/P8130017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8G3CowZ94s/TkdgaUo8t8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/HjL8hf9yfnI/s400/P8130017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640583063638161346" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Well, I was trying to look as neat as possible on our </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" >Special Day</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> <br />(since he said he would wear his checkered shirt which rarely happens) <br />but all I could do was mixing my <br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://sisterbrain.weebly.com/">Sisterbrain</a> two-sided cardigan, Zara top and Zara TRF green skinny jeans. <br />And my daily <a href="http://mypumpkinshoes.com/"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Pumpkin shoes</span></a> flats. Duh. <br /></span> <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RniO6FKIe74/Tkdgah9bZSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/wrfJJKoluCo/s1600/P8130036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RniO6FKIe74/Tkdgah9bZSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/wrfJJKoluCo/s400/P8130036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640583067213718818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Again, <br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy 1st Anniversary, Rianza!</span></span></span> ♥ <br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" > <br />"Sometimes when you least expect it, love happens." <br />-Love Happens <br /> <br /> <br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-7750732974491471852?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-83940138035948255482011-07-18T23:07:00.005+07:002011-07-18T23:22:59.308+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />"</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Interviewer</span>: What makes you <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">happy</span></span>?<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Alexa Chung</span>: This is a disgusting answer,<br />but <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >hanging out with my boyfriend makes me happy</span>."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(As told to Elle UK magazine, April 2010)</span><br /></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-8394013803594825548?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-70882953872857849172011-07-17T21:38:00.006+07:002011-07-27T22:02:24.062+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFgjsKzyL0g/TiL0tQjXUAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/soRoSFe1sdY/s1600/12795438062780_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFgjsKzyL0g/TiL0tQjXUAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/soRoSFe1sdY/s400/12795438062780_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630331542541127682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(Picture taken from </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://weheartit.com/">here</a><span style="font-style: italic;">)</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"So hard to let go of a long term relationship.<br />Is it because you really love your partner so much<br />or<br />is it just because you're used to be with your partner<br />that you can't imagine living life without them?"<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I once asked this to a close friend who's currently been dating her boyfriend for almost 3 years and who's previously dated her ex for 4 years. She paused, thinking for a while before finally saying "You're right. They're not quite different."<br />This has been caught in my head for months and this thought came simply because I was never able to stay in a relationship for a long time. That close friend of mine said "It could happen that we were still in love but well, I can't lie on the second thought, though."<br />What I mean with the second thought is that the relationship gets more universal, just like your relationship with your brothers or sisters at home. If somebody asks you "Do you love your sisters? Do you love your brothers?", the most probable answer is "Yes, I do" because it's kind of been programmed in your mind that "He's my brother, I love him. She's my sister, I love her" instead of asking yourself "Do I really love them? If yes, then why I do?" In my opinion, it's sort of the same thing regarding to long term relationship. My statement is also based on someone who's been married for more than 20 years who once said "Been married for more than 20 years then when you look at your spouse, it's more like looking at your sibling. The same person who you sleep in the same room with, the same face you look at when you wake up and before you go to bed. The only difference is you have children from them."<br />This is such a random thought but kinda scares people (who's been in a long term relationship) when I ask them about this cause they can't even tell whether it's more the first thought or the second thought. So, well, which one are you?</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-7088295387285784917?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-5750930142826807832011-07-17T12:52:00.014+07:002011-07-17T13:43:44.659+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Went to this <u><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">superbly cozy</span></u> place last Saturday night with <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">him</span>.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gs9iMNxKuk/TiJ5Ihm7dpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/hkGt46GlShA/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gs9iMNxKuk/TiJ5Ihm7dpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/hkGt46GlShA/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630195671534106258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(Picture taken from </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://eattillfull.blogspot.com/">here</a><span style="font-style: italic;">)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's <span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.burgundy.co.id/">Burgundy Dine &amp; Wine</a></span>, located on <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Jl. Maribaya No. 163 Bandung</span>.<br />A cozy yet far-away-from-city-crowd place.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-gANH29tv0/TiJ5NN2b26I/AAAAAAAAAdE/WaSFYTqHy4k/s1600/chardonay1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-gANH29tv0/TiJ5NN2b26I/AAAAAAAAAdE/WaSFYTqHy4k/s400/chardonay1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630195752129780642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(Picture taken from </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" ><a href="http://www.burgundy.co.id/">here</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >)</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And here are some pictures taken by me and him.<br />Kinda messy and random. Well, amateurs, though. :p<br /></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vU_VdzMrtQY/TiJ6PdUhplI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_j2vScmSERk/s1600/P7160007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vU_VdzMrtQY/TiJ6PdUhplI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_j2vScmSERk/s400/P7160007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630196890153887314" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfgtibsZCNU/TiJ6VgxFL5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/PGGPS50NSew/s1600/P7160011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfgtibsZCNU/TiJ6VgxFL5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/PGGPS50NSew/s400/P7160011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630196994158178194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This is my <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Prawn Pasta</span> and <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">Hot Mint Cappuccino</span>.<br />(The pasta looks kinda messy cause I already ate it the moment this picture was taken)<br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMNZNY5jJdA/TiJ6d7NibsI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UBXHKrbuINQ/s1600/P7160015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMNZNY5jJdA/TiJ6d7NibsI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UBXHKrbuINQ/s400/P7160015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630197138695810754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This is him and his <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Green Apple Martini</span>.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-psay-icD7NU/TiJ6lriKh7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/g0i01XUFZQ4/s1600/P7160048.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-psay-icD7NU/TiJ6lriKh7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/g0i01XUFZQ4/s400/P7160048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630197271926310834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfr2H4syHoE/TiKAS0SZW0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/OcQcfFI5LQc/s1600/P7160036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfr2H4syHoE/TiKAS0SZW0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/OcQcfFI5LQc/s400/P7160036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630203544928344898" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">This place has always been a</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >favorite</span><span style="font-size:85%;">!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-575093014282680783?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-9880415546331862852011-07-01T22:19:00.001+07:002011-07-01T22:21:41.796+07:00<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2z4K_Fk04hc?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Always love girls in bands. ♥</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-988041554633186285?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-42589370229813574662011-07-01T21:31:00.005+07:002011-07-01T21:42:09.439+07:00<blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">She said I'm not her star<br />Just because I couldn't sing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'<br />He said I'd much better be locked in a jar<br />Just because I threw him on a face with a strawberry jar<br /><br />They said I'm no longer their shoulder<br />Just because I couldn't cry nor make them feel better<br />You said I even get worse<br />Just because I'm never able to ride a horse<br /><br />So, what is a star?<br />Something hanging in the sky so far?<br />What is a jar?<br />Some place to lock somebody like me in?<br />Well, what is a shoulder?<br />Some place of mine to put all the burdens on?<br />And what is better?<br />Some word used to defeat you in any way forever?<br /><br />Okay, stop questioning<br />Too many questions only make them ask for some action<br />And I know I can't pay attention<br />Just because I got nothing to lie on..<br /><br /><br /></span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-4258937022981357466?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-83527511542915087432011-06-29T23:56:00.022+07:002011-06-30T00:50:19.783+07:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span style="font-size:85%;">1. Daniel Radcliffe 10 years ago</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JefRFHv6eno/TgtdNG1KdNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/RJqadZpnpVs/s1600/enhanced-buzz-844-1305141838-18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JefRFHv6eno/TgtdNG1KdNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/RJqadZpnpVs/s400/enhanced-buzz-844-1305141838-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623691039455474898" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2. Macaulay Culkin is now 30</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7XfDXyac3Q/TgtdFWfQD9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/P4hDTtK65eQ/s1600/enhanced-buzz-835-1305136909-13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7XfDXyac3Q/TgtdFWfQD9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/P4hDTtK65eQ/s400/enhanced-buzz-835-1305136909-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623690906219581394" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />3. The Macarena is 16 years old</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vWH-ZDzaAJk/Tgtc--695cI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZfoqC353Gno/s1600/enhanced-buzz-833-1305142547-24.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vWH-ZDzaAJk/Tgtc--695cI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZfoqC353Gno/s400/enhanced-buzz-833-1305142547-24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623690796814165442" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">4. Aaliyah has been dead for 10 years</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwY0yz6UgpA/Tgtc2tLy2bI/AAAAAAAAAb8/T-TgP5qTv5w/s1600/enhanced-buzz-833-1305140687-18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwY0yz6UgpA/Tgtc2tLy2bI/AAAAAAAAAb8/T-TgP5qTv5w/s400/enhanced-buzz-833-1305140687-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623690654613952946" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">5. The first American Pie movie was released 12 years ago.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdNZNZ0VUZ8/TgtcwMvJLrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/xly4GY4WjoQ/s1600/enhanced-buzz-833-1305138155-14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdNZNZ0VUZ8/TgtcwMvJLrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/xly4GY4WjoQ/s400/enhanced-buzz-833-1305138155-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623690542824631986" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">6. The Backstreet Boys' ages</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLlgjpc5Zjo/Tgtco6F9KfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wh8j_XXvIqk/s1600/enhanced-buzz-829-1305138995-14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLlgjpc5Zjo/Tgtco6F9KfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wh8j_XXvIqk/s400/enhanced-buzz-829-1305138995-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623690417560955378" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">7. The Spice Girls' ages</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sT3A3UamkFA/TgtcdgMDJwI/AAAAAAAAAbk/531JPPgJuOs/s1600/enhanced-buzz-828-1305138768-10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sT3A3UamkFA/TgtcdgMDJwI/AAAAAAAAAbk/531JPPgJuOs/s400/enhanced-buzz-828-1305138768-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623690221628630786" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">8.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uj68cBIJ48Y/TgtcXGKwF6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/IpVqf9ksiIE/s1600/enhanced-buzz-827-1305136106-13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uj68cBIJ48Y/TgtcXGKwF6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/IpVqf9ksiIE/s400/enhanced-buzz-827-1305136106-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623690111564650402" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">9. Goosebumps books were released between 1992 and 1997. There hasn't been a new one in 14 years.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PymyG89ELmg/TgtcQUhjyoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/MexkpaFSdkI/s1600/enhanced-buzz-825-1305141793-19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PymyG89ELmg/TgtcQUhjyoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/MexkpaFSdkI/s400/enhanced-buzz-825-1305141793-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623689995159325314" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">10. The Rugrats' ages today</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cy-bd8cRviM/TgtcK00R6JI/AAAAAAAAAbM/J2pdzWNxMOk/s1600/enhanced-buzz-825-1305140535-17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cy-bd8cRviM/TgtcK00R6JI/AAAAAAAAAbM/J2pdzWNxMOk/s400/enhanced-buzz-825-1305140535-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623689900748564626" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">11. All 3 Hanson brothers are married with kids.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SsyfEpQy3Y/Tgtb84QerlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/n0ebOShuoc8/s1600/enhanced-buzz-823-1305141726-16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SsyfEpQy3Y/Tgtb84QerlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/n0ebOShuoc8/s400/enhanced-buzz-823-1305141726-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623689661153979986" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">12. Elijah Wood is 30. He was 18 when he was cast in The Lord of the Rings.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ngjalIQdtuU/Tgtb2iJgxkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/A2zIBRManA4/s1600/enhanced-buzz-823-1305138221-13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ngjalIQdtuU/Tgtb2iJgxkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/A2zIBRManA4/s400/enhanced-buzz-823-1305138221-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623689552139961922" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">13. The little girl from Jurassic Park is now 31.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3w2F0V6mS4/TgtaVTD45XI/AAAAAAAAAak/6pZIF7d4v8Y/s1600/enhanced-buzz-824-1305144067-19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3w2F0V6mS4/TgtaVTD45XI/AAAAAAAAAak/6pZIF7d4v8Y/s400/enhanced-buzz-824-1305144067-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623687881642534258" border="0" /></a></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">15. The final episode of Teletubbies aired 10 years ago.<br /></span><br /></span></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tOnVEPpnHg/TgtjPa7uC4I/AAAAAAAAAcs/pgQBqfuIbLk/s1600/enhanced-buzz-826-1305136567-11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tOnVEPpnHg/TgtjPa7uC4I/AAAAAAAAAcs/pgQBqfuIbLk/s400/enhanced-buzz-826-1305136567-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623697676281187202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">16. Have been divorced for 6 years<br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4ZL0VUMj2E/TgtjUvtAHpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/igJxmlLE-ig/s1600/enhanced-buzz-827-1305141127-20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 369px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4ZL0VUMj2E/TgtjUvtAHpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/igJxmlLE-ig/s400/enhanced-buzz-827-1305141127-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623697767755947666" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; ">(source: </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); " href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/40-things-that-will-make-you-feel-old">here</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">)</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-8352751154291508743?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-12278586936560642842011-06-19T20:57:00.002+07:002011-06-19T21:08:44.266+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIZslzM_isw/Tf4BOeAvwaI/AAAAAAAAAac/w-B7PRK1TT4/s1600/mulberryalexa-141009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIZslzM_isw/Tf4BOeAvwaI/AAAAAAAAAac/w-B7PRK1TT4/s400/mulberryalexa-141009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619930733090947490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My only birthday wish: </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Mulberry Alexa</span></span> bag in </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Oak</span><span style="font-size:85%;">.<br />Such a <u><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">handbag porn</span></span></u>. ♥<br /></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-1227858693656064284?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-73403373906097549272011-06-17T01:04:00.008+07:002011-06-19T21:18:48.861+07:00<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IprlQtvviOg?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;">Arctic Monkeys</span></span>, on an interview about their Old Trafford gig in July 2007.<br />Frontman<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Alex Turner</span></span> was being a <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">major cuteness <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">in this video</span></span>. :3</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-7340337390609754927?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-81285515254192297142011-06-16T23:07:00.004+07:002011-06-17T01:09:22.232+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HI3-5upnG1I/TfosQu0p0CI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZFjH08Sogbc/s1600/tumblr_lkq6r4snd31qjtk6ko1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HI3-5upnG1I/TfosQu0p0CI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZFjH08Sogbc/s400/tumblr_lkq6r4snd31qjtk6ko1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618852151056519202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I usually get used to <s>failure</s> and <s>rejection</s>,<br />but it kinda </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >knocked me down</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> this time. Phew.<br />See ya </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">next year</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">, Another Chance.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-8128551525419229714?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-33954619751208289812011-05-24T19:00:00.030+07:002011-05-26T22:41:19.297+07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Went to <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >Cisarua</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Bogor</span></span> on May 21-22 for daddy's big family gathering (which had never happened before). Stayed in a villa, and these are some photos taken by me and my dad. :)<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >Day 1:</span><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxFMP7mczi0/TdupKFvIW2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/hVAWXnAaEQU/s1600/P5210024c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxFMP7mczi0/TdupKFvIW2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/hVAWXnAaEQU/s400/P5210024c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610263751623727970" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">When was the last time I saw this? Never.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3Cv5VCZZA0/TdupSUd7OxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ar2n9hfAUmQ/s1600/P5210028c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3Cv5VCZZA0/TdupSUd7OxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ar2n9hfAUmQ/s400/P5210028c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610263893017049874" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtZG0tf1geg/TduoOVA3KuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/czPr96T3hhI/s1600/P5210014c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtZG0tf1geg/TduoOVA3KuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/czPr96T3hhI/s400/P5210014c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610262724932479714" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Run run run, tiny feet!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7SleezV5alc/Tdupa8tqF6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/DJakHEZCJVE/s1600/P5210029c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7SleezV5alc/Tdupa8tqF6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/DJakHEZCJVE/s400/P5210029c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610264041259407266" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZDtR2XGjLc/TdunFeRlgwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/i69kEELhFYw/s1600/P5210010c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZDtR2XGjLc/TdunFeRlgwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/i69kEELhFYw/s400/P5210010c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610261473288094466" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">This is Mommy! :D</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xx7svD9M4aQ/TduoB-1PXhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TJi7v8_yxzc/s1600/P5210013c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xx7svD9M4aQ/TduoB-1PXhI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TJi7v8_yxzc/s400/P5210013c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610262512819723794" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7Y1LfhxqIA/TduoXbVRP1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/PmEFNDY2yZo/s1600/P5210016c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7Y1LfhxqIA/TduoXbVRP1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/PmEFNDY2yZo/s400/P5210016c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610262881247510354" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZBQn7Cwtl8/Tduplk-Ss3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/EgDXBjO7fdg/s1600/P5210031c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZBQn7Cwtl8/Tduplk-Ss3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/EgDXBjO7fdg/s400/P5210031c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610264223865287538" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZtXZIy_f8U/TduosF3ck6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/joaZkU-n9J8/s1600/P5210021c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZtXZIy_f8U/TduosF3ck6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/joaZkU-n9J8/s400/P5210021c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610263236262532002" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Daddy and his elder brothers. Minus their Samurai. Kidding. :p</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9cHFgtdJuNw/TdunxwhPnjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sDBcJTN-aCM/s1600/P5210012c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9cHFgtdJuNw/TdunxwhPnjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sDBcJTN-aCM/s400/P5210012c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610262234099850802" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KivVSUsiewU/Tdumxiz_vqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bWRr_veB95Y/s1600/P5210019c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KivVSUsiewU/Tdumxiz_vqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bWRr_veB95Y/s400/P5210019c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610261130908778146" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXoWcorFmmo/Tdug0glY8eI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/666akqXL_lY/s1600/P5210007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXoWcorFmmo/Tdug0glY8eI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/666akqXL_lY/s400/P5210007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610254584780485090" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Day 1's Full Team</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Day 2:</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hWfVqVzydA/TduqzeZxjEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VrOG2uA-eY8/s1600/P5220073c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hWfVqVzydA/TduqzeZxjEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VrOG2uA-eY8/s400/P5220073c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610265562131303490" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">A great photo taken by Daddy<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8o4x_bIwxPg/TduqGVZfgBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2159FMN1T0o/s1600/P5220049c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8o4x_bIwxPg/TduqGVZfgBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2159FMN1T0o/s400/P5220049c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610264786620088338" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0meNG722ZY/Tdurj40YNuI/AAAAAAAAAYI/oaImuzLeeV8/s1600/P5220095c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0meNG722ZY/Tdurj40YNuI/AAAAAAAAAYI/oaImuzLeeV8/s400/P5220095c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610266393855932130" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfTA2X6DX9I/Tduqe8aO4CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ldViGT0sUTQ/s1600/P5220068c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfTA2X6DX9I/Tduqe8aO4CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ldViGT0sUTQ/s400/P5220068c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610265209409036322" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A3qNf9vd9EU/TdurrzwyJAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NLmwnXrvv9Y/s1600/P5220096c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A3qNf9vd9EU/TdurrzwyJAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NLmwnXrvv9Y/s400/P5220096c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610266529937630210" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3OWgO-2g-E/Tduq_h5Yw2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Sabspy-r0h4/s1600/P5220077c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3OWgO-2g-E/Tduq_h5Yw2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Sabspy-r0h4/s400/P5220077c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610265769227633506" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Me with cousins :D</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBGWCBAzr9Y/Tdup7fuancI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hnjt5N4RUfY/s1600/P5220048c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBGWCBAzr9Y/Tdup7fuancI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hnjt5N4RUfY/s400/P5220048c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610264600413642178" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsDeD1-Xn-E/Tdur2AGvvMI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dJUAC_jE9gg/s1600/P5220104c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsDeD1-Xn-E/Tdur2AGvvMI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dJUAC_jE9gg/s400/P5220104c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610266705049664706" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUVBp4ddf04/TdurV27oX6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/HozHsqOEKSU/s1600/P5220091c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUVBp4ddf04/TdurV27oX6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/HozHsqOEKSU/s400/P5220091c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610266152831311778" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">The guys.<br />From <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">left</span> to <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">right</span>: A cousin whom I met the last time was in 2003; A cousin I've known since I was a baby and lives nearby home; A cousin who used to sleep with my mom and dad when he was 5 or younger; And the right is my 16-year-old nephew. The last time I met him was when he was....9? Time flies..<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1hcCuFtsNE/TduqqJZL3MI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fNVBcinGWMc/s1600/P5220071c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1hcCuFtsNE/TduqqJZL3MI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fNVBcinGWMc/s400/P5220071c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610265401872866498" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEuxhzg833I/TduqRVoS_RI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LjM_QO9HzJQ/s1600/P5220059c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEuxhzg833I/TduqRVoS_RI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LjM_QO9HzJQ/s400/P5220059c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610264975660743954" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">The girls.<br />From <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">left</span> to <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">right</span>: A cousin who's always said to look the most similar with me; A cousin lives nearby home; Daddy's youngest sister; A 10-year-old niece (I can't remember when was the last time I met her!); A cousin lives nearby home whose birth I could clearly remember; Me.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFZdm4EfPhw/TdurJoVrvmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Wr1FQpGhV2w/s1600/P5220081c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFZdm4EfPhw/TdurJoVrvmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Wr1FQpGhV2w/s400/P5220081c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610265942755622498" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXonKoxrfww/Tdufnc2ABWI/AAAAAAAAAVI/O0CxuagX4gM/s1600/P5220088.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXonKoxrfww/Tdufnc2ABWI/AAAAAAAAAVI/O0CxuagX4gM/s400/P5220088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610253260926485858" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Day 2's Full Team<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-3395461975120828981?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-25581717938974054762011-05-18T23:22:00.001+07:002011-05-18T23:25:58.052+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_lRqZYMhYRs/TdPylcoT2hI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ed1QmkvCK8Q/s1600/5568172416_77b884c05f_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_lRqZYMhYRs/TdPylcoT2hI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ed1QmkvCK8Q/s400/5568172416_77b884c05f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608092686160747026" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2558171793897405476?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-39054637627220719662011-05-17T20:12:00.007+07:002011-05-17T20:21:10.734+07:00<span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>"<span style="font-size:130%;">In a world where almost<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">anyone</span></span> meets a <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">jerk</span></span>,<br />you know that you <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" >don't</span> need to be<br />so <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">serious</span></span> in life.</span>"<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />(Re-posted from a </span><a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://twitter.com/silmy">friend</a><span style="font-style: italic;">'s quoting tweet)</span></span><br /></blockquote><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-3905463762722071966?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-42110364147497082432011-05-14T20:11:00.004+07:002011-05-17T20:30:11.160+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sherlock Holmes</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">, you're the </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">murderer</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">.<br />You might have </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" >escaped</span><span style="font-size:130%;">,<br />but I can <span style="font-size:180%;"><u><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">always</span></span></u></span> find your traces.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-4211036414749708243?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-80211563234178762582011-05-01T21:25:00.004+07:002011-05-01T21:59:09.603+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ErKPGssSD4s/Tb10wuUIJbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/NK4PAdmu4Ug/s1600/P5010002%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ErKPGssSD4s/Tb10wuUIJbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/NK4PAdmu4Ug/s400/P5010002%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601761891933758898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Currently <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >in love</span> with my new necklace. A Rp. 95K <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">The Beatles</span> necklace (if you look closer you can see their autographs there), found at <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Day's Smoothie</span>, a small boutique at Rangga Point, Bandung. So far, 3 people have asked me to own this (including <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">him</span>. HA! :D), but I refused unless you can bring <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">John Lennon</span></span> back to life.<br />Kiddin'. :p<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-8021156323417876258?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-55566068000474847672011-04-27T19:11:00.009+07:002011-04-27T20:06:27.457+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Met up these girls last <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Sunday</span> night..<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5YcOqEQhyY/TbgQtri2ZaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dXX5BpxUlXE/s1600/222532_2035477451682_1386582004_2349278_553982_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5YcOqEQhyY/TbgQtri2ZaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dXX5BpxUlXE/s400/222532_2035477451682_1386582004_2349278_553982_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600244513604265378" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Had this <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">light meal</span> counted as dinner..<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nc0I0hwc_E/TbgRs9h-mTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/F7fRKZyTY8I/s1600/215477_10150173842587822_695072821_6779308_7659732_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nc0I0hwc_E/TbgRs9h-mTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/F7fRKZyTY8I/s400/215477_10150173842587822_695072821_6779308_7659732_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600245600764205362" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />While talking about...simply <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">A LOT</span>..<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kuxgx3flFP0/TbgSCbKhBrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ONi8TQZVkrw/s1600/218106_2035447730939_1386582004_2349193_1492235_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kuxgx3flFP0/TbgSCbKhBrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ONi8TQZVkrw/s400/218106_2035447730939_1386582004_2349193_1492235_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600245969496114866" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Well, introducing a bestfriend for more than 6 years, name's <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Grace</span></span>..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4uJC3vcvOQ/TbgPpYHy9uI/AAAAAAAAAUA/NkK3Tw-FrKE/s1600/224258_2035481251777_1386582004_2349293_4111172_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4uJC3vcvOQ/TbgPpYHy9uI/AAAAAAAAAUA/NkK3Tw-FrKE/s400/224258_2035481251777_1386582004_2349293_4111172_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600243340159416034" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />And a bestfriend for almost 5 years, name's <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" >Riska</span>..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50dy8h2OmpI/TbgPVRTOZzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/hekFsf_Fp9E/s1600/222320_2035479971745_1386582004_2349286_4938488_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50dy8h2OmpI/TbgPVRTOZzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/hekFsf_Fp9E/s400/222320_2035479971745_1386582004_2349286_4938488_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600242994730919730" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Thanks for the <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">girls night out</span>, dudettes! ♥<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hAUK1XpOqfA/TbgOlRfTfjI/AAAAAAAAATo/FsuD-5360W4/s1600/222416_2035457331179_1386582004_2349215_3239078_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hAUK1XpOqfA/TbgOlRfTfjI/AAAAAAAAATo/FsuD-5360W4/s400/222416_2035457331179_1386582004_2349215_3239078_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600242170147864114" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-5556606800047484767?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-84612536090719303282011-04-20T10:59:00.005+07:002011-04-20T11:13:28.087+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">How does it feel to <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">break</span></span> the heart of someone you <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" >truly</span> care about,<br /><u>outside your family</u>?<br />Well, it's like<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">seeing your mom cries in front of you and because of you</span></span>.<br />Like,<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">seeing your dad gets sick because of</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">you being such a trouble maker in the family</span></span>.<br />Like,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" >if trading your life could turn back the time and preventing it to happen,<br />you'd surely do it.<br /></span>............<br />Well, it's like....<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">You wanna die</span></span>.</span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-8461253609071930328?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-80738181860090504822011-04-17T22:29:00.005+07:002011-04-17T22:41:11.968+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Dear:<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><s></s></span></span></span><s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Internal Rate of Return</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"></span></span></span></s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><s></s></span></span></span><s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Time Value of Money</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></span></span></s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><s></s></span></span><s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" >Net Present Value</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ></span></span></s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><s></s></span></span></span><s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Profitability Index</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><s></s></span></span></span><s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Modified Internal Rate of Return</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"></span></span></span></s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br /></span></span>and<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><s></s></span></span><s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >Initial Outflow</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></s><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >,<br />You can go <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">f**k</span></span> yourself.<br />Sincerely,<br />A </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><u></u></span><u><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Loyal</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></u><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > Financial Management Hater<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-8073818186009050482?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-41884446202907613422011-04-17T00:17:00.002+07:002011-04-17T00:26:22.351+07:00<center><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AuZAfzGQOEI" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">First watched this months ago and still being jaw-dropped till now.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Hot</span></span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Stunning</span></span>. <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Awesome</span></span>. ♥</span><br /><br /><br /></div></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-4188444620290761342?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-37619991693825764362011-04-16T23:52:00.023+07:002011-04-17T00:02:33.120+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVQMqjQxwSw/TanK8HiQKgI/AAAAAAAAATg/KquiVFmMxCQ/s1600/tumblr_l6wwytWUg31qzhr8k.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; 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height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZANhkMLJMk/TanJfkTMO4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/nKXMkBxePIs/s400/tumblr_l6wxdpAE5p1qzhr8k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596225556141849474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRpkV2crmjA/TanJbKD1A0I/AAAAAAAAARI/_KmhTyXS258/s1600/tumblr_l6wxebNSzM1qzhr8k.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 81px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRpkV2crmjA/TanJbKD1A0I/AAAAAAAAARI/_KmhTyXS258/s400/tumblr_l6wxebNSzM1qzhr8k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596225480378614594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8227tzyxiw/TanJWxWW5EI/AAAAAAAAARA/YQpSk6tjaVs/s1600/tumblr_l6wxf4kRzu1qzhr8k.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8227tzyxiw/TanJWxWW5EI/AAAAAAAAARA/YQpSk6tjaVs/s400/tumblr_l6wxf4kRzu1qzhr8k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596225405025969218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(Re-posted from a </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://aghnians.tumblr.com/">friend's Tumblr</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >)</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-3761999169382576436?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-26071855046896878332011-04-16T23:06:00.003+07:002011-04-16T23:14:44.951+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_kDIDSjvL3M/Tam-kvRL-II/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gBjf4DRsmUU/s1600/45858_467367393059_387305313059_6526411_7037595_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_kDIDSjvL3M/Tam-kvRL-II/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gBjf4DRsmUU/s400/45858_467367393059_387305313059_6526411_7037595_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596213550357674114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(Picture taken from </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/homedesigning">here</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >)</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dear <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">future home</span>,<br />Are you fancy enough if I make your living room like this?<br />You'd better be. .... No, you <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">should</span> be.<br />Sincerely,<br />Your <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">future owner</span>.<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2607185504689687833?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-81846748887978418912011-04-16T12:26:00.004+07:002011-05-17T20:22:16.128+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Other people's way of treating <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">their</span></span> kids is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >none of anyone's business</span> and definitely <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" >not</span> something to be mocked at. <u><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Please note it</span></span></u>. Thank you.</span></blockquote></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-8184674888797841891?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-63824534590490078932011-04-14T21:53:00.031+07:002011-04-14T23:42:38.714+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJFqN2qVkeo/TacZsC3JO6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ia3qsXj_BxA/s1600/1a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJFqN2qVkeo/TacZsC3JO6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ia3qsXj_BxA/s400/1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595469306504231842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLp6L8xS9rQ/TacZjr6NejI/AAAAAAAAAQg/027Aa1fEsm0/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBzxAgGNCPI/TacN_TO7CKI/AAAAAAAAANY/LA8BiELgruk/s400/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595456443176913058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I</span>. <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Need</span>. <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">A</span>. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Break</span>....</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6382453459049007893?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-63181413380587693902011-04-14T15:45:00.005+07:002011-05-17T20:23:23.401+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />You <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">can't</span></span> expect someone to<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">stay the same</span></span> forever.<br />Just like <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">season</span></span>; people <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">change</span></span>, too.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></blockquote></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6318141338058769390?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-38806045983133170842011-04-14T15:14:00.004+07:002011-04-14T15:21:12.242+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNPGUxFEdWc/TaatQdwHbBI/AAAAAAAAANA/CKloKm-w2wk/s1600/164568_1760599462155_1454120716_31880832_2071631_n_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNPGUxFEdWc/TaatQdwHbBI/AAAAAAAAANA/CKloKm-w2wk/s400/164568_1760599462155_1454120716_31880832_2071631_n_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595350085430373394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(Picture taken from </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://weheartit.com/">here</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >)</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />With a bedroom like this, who'd still be fancy to go swimming elsewhere?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">♥<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-3880604598313317084?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-59207221471513008762011-03-29T22:20:00.005+07:002011-03-29T22:28:49.616+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Zn567DjRPE/TZH45PUX6AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/RHsgrq8B2w0/s1600/tumblr_letxpvLh2q1qzzfsfo1_500_large.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Zn567DjRPE/TZH45PUX6AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/RHsgrq8B2w0/s400/tumblr_letxpvLh2q1qzzfsfo1_500_large.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589522274791712770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(Picture taken from </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://weheartit.com/">here</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >)</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-5920722147151300876?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-35279234188437224712011-03-29T21:50:00.007+07:002011-03-29T22:13:19.682+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nH-r5avY4ZU/TZH3A1iD-MI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qXJYPz17dGc/s1600/tumblr_lgfsn0uh811qcz682o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nH-r5avY4ZU/TZH3A1iD-MI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qXJYPz17dGc/s400/tumblr_lgfsn0uh811qcz682o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589520206285502658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">"You know I always stay up without sleepin',<br />And think to myself:<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br />Where</span></span> do I belong <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">forever</span></span>,<br />In <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">whose arms</span></span>, the <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">time</span></span> and <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">place</span></span>?"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(My World - Avril Lavigne)</span><br /><br /><br /></span></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-3527923418843722471?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-40353663934391438942011-03-24T20:06:00.007+07:002011-04-07T12:17:07.653+07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#1</span></span> I use near-sighted eyeglasses since I was 13.<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#2</span></span> I have a constant fear of big butterflies. The giant ones, I mean. With their dark brown wings.<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#3</span></span> I can't stop biting my nails when I feel bored. It's gross, I know.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#4</span></span> I can't define my favorite color. I love blue and white since I was a kid, but I have lots of gray and brown shirts, and used to have so many black tees, some green tees....skip it.<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#5</span></span> I can't type fast. Everytime I try to do it, I do lots of typos.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#6</span></span> I'm not a good driver. Full stop.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#7</span></span> I forget things in a wink. .... Wait, what did I say?<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#8</span></span> Me and my mood is highly associated. And I've disappointed many people because of it.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#9</span></span> I've never been good at saying "hello". The idea of showing up from nowhere and hit a stranger or people I barely know and say "Hey! How are you?!" kinda freaks me out.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#10</span></span> I have random taste of music. I just listen to what people listen. I'm not an idealist in music.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#11</span></span> I often get tongue-twisted.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#12</span></span> I disliked the idea of washing hair when I was 13 that I let my hair unwashed for 7 days.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#13</span></span> I used to write a lot and have my own song and take good pictures.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#14</span></span> My favorite year? It's 2005 for sure.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#15</span></span> I used to have a BIG crush on my brother's friend when I was 14 and he was 18.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#16</span></span> I used to learn skateboarding with my brother, when I was 14, for only a few weeks.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#17</span></span> I always puked right after having breakfast when I was 9 or 10.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#18</span></span> I've always been crazy at World Cup. Germany is my all-time favorite.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#19</span></span> I used to be in a band.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#20</span></span> I have a fear of my English degrading.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#21</span></span> I love reading some people's timelines on Twitter. Sometimes I find it's inspiring.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#22</span></span> I've never had an enemy or the ones that I hate my whole life. Thank God.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#23</span></span> I hardly make 'best' friends.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">#24</span> </span>I don't easily feel comfort in a new community although you might see I easily mingle.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#25</span></span> I can't joke. If I say something and people laugh, well, I'd count it as a bonus.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#26</span></span> I adore some real people. What I mean with real is that they're not celebrities or something, even some of them comes from my daily life.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#27</span></span> I'm a stubborn and I don't really like people telling me what to do unless they're my parents or the ones I fully respect.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#28</span></span> I hate/love my nose. Hate because of the size, love because it's kinda pointed.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#29</span></span> I love the smell of the soil after the rain.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#30</span></span> I'm damn good at smelling and have the ability to memorize many people's smells.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#31</span></span> I can multiplying, plus-ing, minus-ing and dividing numbers without any pencil or paper or calculator but I suck at Mathematical subjects.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#32</span></span> I have a fear of being dumb. But the idea of studying is killing me, mentally.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#33</span></span> My addiction? It must be green tea. Hot/cold ocha, green tea ice cream and green tea frappe are the tastiest drinks a human being has ever invented.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#34</span></span> I hardly take notes from a lecture.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#35</span></span> My best idea to be with my boyfriend is having a quality talk somewhere quite with a good food, drink, music and ambiance. I mean, how can we have a quality talk when all you can hear is people's chattering?<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#36</span></span> I love the smell of my boyfriend.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#37</span></span> I love to tickle. My boyfriend is my all-time favorite target.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#38</span></span> I hardly trust people. Too many what-ifs running through my head.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#39</span></span> I love reading novels....only when in the mood.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#40</span></span> I'm not a good RPG gamer. I get bored easily. That's why I only played Geo Challenge, Who Has The Biggest Brain and Word Challenge on Facebook. But currently CityVille wins my heart.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#41</span></span> My first bestfriend named Alfi. I met her on the first day of elementary school and remained friends till we were 14 that she had to move, and still kept in touch till we were 18. I wish we could still keep in touch..<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#42</span></span> My hair's often a mess cause I hardly brush it.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#43</span></span> I never have a fixed schedule about anything. If I plan to always go to swimming once a month, it usually remains failed.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#44</span></span> I'm not easily homesick. But the worst homesick I've ever had is the one that I couldn't help that I texted my mom and said "Ma, kangen"<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#45</span></span> I'm bad at taking care of anything and anyone.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#46</span></span> I don't like Bruno Mars. I wouldn't mind his cheesy lyrics if he were a 1940s singer, but it's 2011, dude. Get real.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#47</span></span> My girl crush? I'd say 'crushes' cause it should be Alexa Chung, Keira Knightley and Zooey Deschanel.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#48</span></span> The only movie that I've watched for 6 or 7 times is Black Hawk Down. It's my favorite.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#49</span></span> I'm not really into those glamorous and chick flick movies. I only watch it to encourage myself how to live my life to the fullest. (Living in NYC? Oh yeah, bring it on!)<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#50</span></span> I download songs from people's #nowplaying tweets on Twitter quite oftentimes.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#51</span></span> I have this huge willing to travel the world. Someday. Amen to that.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#52</span></span> I pull my nose everytime before I go to sleep.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#53</span></span> I love finding people's similarities with their parents or siblings. It's just fun finding out where they got that big nose from.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#54</span></span> I love gaining weight (as long as it doesn't make me look too fat), but I hate having chubby cheeks. Want some? Go find babies, not teenagers.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#55</span></span> I can eat up to 5 times a day (it can be more during holidays). And snacks don't count.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#56</span></span> I haven't found it's fun using high heels. Till now, at least.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#57</span></span> I have a fear of me turning into a big fat lady in the future cause I'm not really into sports.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#58</span></span> I lose my respect for girls who work their asses off to have their bachelor degrees as soon as possible JUST to get married. But I wouldn't mind if it's master degree.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#59</span></span> I know I'm not an angel but I always have this thought of changing some closest persons to be better cause I know they can be. Weird.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#60</span></span> I love privacy. I keep things for myself, you keep things for yourself too.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#61</span></span> I love waking up my boyfriend through the phone. I bet he doesn't know how heaven it is to listen to his just-get-up voice.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >#62</span> I often listen to old songs just to rebuild the moment of when I first listened to it. Or just to build my own moment in mind.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#63</span></span> I have vivid imagination of everything that sometimes I can feel it. Dramatic and way too imaginative, I know.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#64</span></span> I can feel it if people don't want me around.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#65</span></span> I have this strong feeling with my bestfriends. Not a Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants thingy, I mean for real.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#66</span></span> I often get </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Déjà vu.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#67</span></span> I easily get insecure in a community. Everytime this happens, I'd rather leaving than trying to fit in.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#68</span></span> I love cold weather.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#69</span></span> My room's always a mess. I'm really not into tidying up the room but once I do it, it'll be all tidied up with nothing's left.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#70</span></span> I love the smell of my dad's armpit.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#71</span></span> I often forget what people remember and remember what people forget.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#72</span></span> I always get headache right after being in a light rain.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#73</span></span> High-pitched voices of girls kinda annoy me.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#74</span></span> I'm emotionally weak, if you'd ever got to know me.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >#75</span> I'm a strong believer of 'Law of Attraction' concept.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#76</span></span> Foot massage always feels heaven for me.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#77</span></span> I hate slow-walking people cause I walk fast.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#78</span></span> When I walk, I keep my head straight forward oftentimes. That's why I hardly notice when people wave at me in the crowd.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#79</span></span> And I don't really like crowded places. It wastes my energy out.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#80</span></span> I believe that when you meet someone with low energy while you're in high energy, they'll steal your energy out that you'll get some kind of 'tired' feeling.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#81</span></span> Flashbacks could bring my mood to the lowest level. But it's a guilty pleasure.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#82</span></span> I have troubled skin and hair. I hate it.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#83</span></span> I write birthday wishes by myself only to people I truly care about. I mean on social network.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#84</span></span> No matter how many times I've changed my hairstyle, it always looks similar to me.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#85</span></span> I don't really like people who are afraid of getting bad marks.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#86</span></span> I believe that the only one who can bring you down is yourself.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#87</span></span> I used to have lots of short stories written by me when I was in elementary school.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#88</span></span> The first song written by me was when I was 10. About a sunshine in the morning.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#89</span></span> I never think Zac Efron is hot. Never. Full stop.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#90</span></span> The hottest male alive? Bradley Cooper. Yum.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#91</span></span> For me, male models do look gorgeous but never hot.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#92</span></span> I hate girls who do crazy diet. Eat right and be healthy, not eat less and be skinny. Because, quoted from Peter Griffin from Family Guy's tweet, you have plenty of time to be skinny when you're dead.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#93</span></span> Sometimes I get this shock-like feeling when I'm listening to a song and have this vivid flashback and how I wish I could turn back the time.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#94</span></span> And I hate people who narrow down the term 'flashback' as ex-boyfriend memories.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#95</span></span> I love fashion bloggers' style but not really into Diana Rikasari's style.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#96</span></span> I have a folder of Alexa Chung's pictures in my laptop. That doesn't make me look like a lesbo, right?<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#97</span></span> I love washing hands and hand sanitizer. I feel much more hygiene afterward.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#98</span></span> I love wearing guys tees. My brothers', daddy's or even my boyfriend's.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#99</span></span> I know my English is not perfect but wrong grammar kinda irritates me.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#100</span></span> I sometimes snore and grind my teeth while I sleep. And I really hate it.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-4035366393439143894?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-66280823034712845352011-01-06T22:59:00.006+07:002011-01-06T23:18:11.306+07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">I used to <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" >write a lot</span> about any random things and I'm <u><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">surprised</span></u> myself by how random my mind could be at times. This one is written on <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">February 4, 2009</span>.<br /></span><br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">"She said I'm not her star<br />Just because I couldn't sing twinkle twinkle little star<br />He said I'd much better be locked in a jar<br />Just because I threw him on a face with a strawberry jar<br /><br />They said I'm no longer their shoulder</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Just because I couldn't cry and make them feel better<br />You said I even get worse<br />Just because I'm never able to ride a horse<br /><br />So, what is a star?</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Something hanging in the sky so far?<br />What is a jar?<br />Some place to lock somebody like me in?<br />Well, what is a shoulder?<br />Some place of mine for them to put all the burdens on?<br />And what is better?<br />Some word used to defeat you in any way forever?<br /><br />Okay, stop questioning!</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Too many questions only make them ask for some action<br />And I know I can't pay attention<br />Just because I got nothing to lie on.."</span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Don't ask</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span>what this is all about cause the only thing I remember about this writing is that I wrote it at <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">school</span>, in <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">English class</span> and I posted it on <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Facebook</span>.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6628082303471284535?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-11598411114815230122011-01-05T14:20:00.009+07:002011-05-17T20:37:10.079+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />Finding <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">your</span> tweets being <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">favorited</span> is like</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">knowing <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">your</span> pillow still has a <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">cold side</span> when you flip it over:</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >Simplest self-pleasure.</span></span><br /></div></blockquote><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TSQem1fa5hI/AAAAAAAAAMU/U_LS6wG7lPE/s1600/Capture14_27_44.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TSQem1fa5hI/AAAAAAAAAMU/U_LS6wG7lPE/s400/Capture14_27_44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558601492624762386" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-1159841111481523012?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-27663330534517292592011-01-03T21:29:00.003+07:002011-01-03T21:41:08.438+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TSHd9UQhIAI/AAAAAAAAAME/iQaRglkBJIE/s1600/tumblr_l7ezg34y1q1qc2g0go1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TSHd9UQhIAI/AAAAAAAAAME/iQaRglkBJIE/s400/tumblr_l7ezg34y1q1qc2g0go1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557967460631650306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(Picture taken from </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://ezyalvira.tumblr.com/">a friend's Tumblr</a><span style="font-style: italic;">)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >Amazed</span> by how simple little things could be such a <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">pleasure</span>?<br />Yeah, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" >me</span> too. :)</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2766333053451729259?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-69138067790791820332010-12-24T13:08:00.000+07:002010-12-24T13:39:30.017+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TRQ_QVtwm0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/x4GcYSGYLsQ/s1600/Alex%252BTurner%252BDay%252BOut%252B2009%252BGold%252BCoast%252BIVkHcCeK5XLl.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TRQ_QVtwm0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/x4GcYSGYLsQ/s400/Alex%252BTurner%252BDay%252BOut%252B2009%252BGold%252BCoast%252BIVkHcCeK5XLl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554133790394194754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"I think you should know<br />you're his <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">favorite</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">worst</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">nightmare</span></span>.."</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6913806779079182033?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-19067362466674017852010-12-24T12:56:00.000+07:002010-12-24T13:07:39.001+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TRQ3R_mszNI/AAAAAAAAALA/TH8IMve8I3g/s1600/Untitled.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TRQ3R_mszNI/AAAAAAAAALA/TH8IMve8I3g/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554125022725721298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Do <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">you</span></span> remember it all begins from </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><u><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">here</span></span></u></span><span style="font-style: italic;">? :)</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-1906736246667401785?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-469163373314222492010-12-24T12:22:00.000+07:002010-12-25T00:54:15.212+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TRQxy8rhnZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wjFAheT6L1s/s1600/SantoriniPartialPano.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TRQxy8rhnZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wjFAheT6L1s/s400/SantoriniPartialPano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554118991806569874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(Panoramic view of the <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Santorini</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span>caldera, taken from <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Oia</span>)</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">One day</span>,<br />please remind me to spend the <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">honeymoon</span> with my future husband,<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">here</span>,<br />in <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">this</span></span> place..</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TRQv7dOvQyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ufdk95NWIi8/s1600/800px-SantoriniPartialPano.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TRQvsKc3q6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/SZGE0FLhl0I/s1600/800px-SantoriniPartialPano.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-46916337331422249?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-83883218932814731692010-08-25T11:09:00.000+07:002010-12-24T13:47:09.562+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TRRBxdYqAMI/AAAAAAAAALY/9V49aojZUsQ/s1600/Q8287536-74.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/TRRBxdYqAMI/AAAAAAAAALY/9V49aojZUsQ/s400/Q8287536-74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554136558412103874" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">"Maybe </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" >one day</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> you will </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >understand</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />I <u><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">don't want nothing from you</span></u> but to<br /><br />sweetly </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >hold your hand</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Till </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" >that day</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> just please </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" >don't be so down<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't make </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >frowns</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> you </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">silly clown</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">.."<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(Folding Chair - Regina Spektor)</span><br /></blockquote></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-8388321893281473169?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-84070235563629782372010-06-09T13:51:00.001+07:002011-05-17T20:25:19.522+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />"If two <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">ex-lovers</span> can still be <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">friends</span>, there's only <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">two</span></span> probabilities:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">1</span>. They're still in <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">love<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">2</span>. The feeling was <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >never</span> really there."</span></blockquote><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-8407023556362978237?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-3518457934863457922010-06-05T00:04:00.001+07:002011-05-17T20:25:51.432+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br />When someone says "<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >I <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">know</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">you</span></span>",<br />I feel <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">glad</span> yet <u><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">irritated</span></u> and <u><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;">insecure</span></u>.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-351845793486345792?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-19212298391123073422010-06-04T23:42:00.000+07:002010-06-05T00:14:30.234+07:00<span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >"You say I only hear what I want to.<br />You say I talk so all the time so.<br /><br />And I thought what I felt was simple,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />And I thought that I don't belong,<br />And now that I am leaving,<br />Now I know that I did something wrong 'cause I missed you.<br />Yeah, I missed you.<br /><br />And you say I only hear what I want to...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />I don't listen hard,<br />I don't pay attention to the distance that you're running<br />Or to anyone, anywhere,<br />I don't understand if you really care,<br />I'm only hearing negative... no, no, no.<br /><br />So I turned the radio on, I turned the radio up,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />And this woman was singing my song...<br />The lover's in love, and the other's run away,<br />The lover is crying 'cause the other won't stay.<br /><br />Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />Dying since the day they were born.<br />Well, this is not that...<br />I think that I'm throwing, but I'm thrown.<br /><br />And I thought I'd live forever, but now I'm not so sure.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /><br />You try to tell me that I'm clever,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />But that won't take me anyhow, or anywhere with you.<br /><br />You said that I was naive,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />And I thought that I was strong.<br />I thought, "hey, I can leave, I can leave."<br />But now I know that I was wrong, 'cause I missed you.<br /><br />You said, "You caught me 'cause you want me and one day you'll let me go."</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> "you try to give away a keeper, or keep me 'cause you know you're just so scared to lose.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And you say, "stay."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> You say I only hear what I want to.."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Stay (I Missed You) - New Found Glory [Lisa Loeb Cover])</span></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It's </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >funny</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> how one can stay in mind for, like, ever ever after. It's </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >weird</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> how one can change the whole things up. It's </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >awesome</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> how one's voice can still be echoing through the room...or mind? But it's </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >fair</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> to know that you're doing okay...even if it's without me. Go, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >Kiddo</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> :)</span><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-1921229839112307342?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-26259597962639653412010-05-17T16:08:00.000+07:002010-05-17T16:29:54.555+07:00<blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">I've read. I've heard. I've seen. And I've learned.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> From everything that you said and burned<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> From everything that you kept and told<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> From everything that we swore and wrote.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Was it all better than this?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">I've watched. I've touched. I've hurt. And I've dreamt.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Watched you bleed yourself. Hurt myself to sleep.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Touched your deepest heart. Dreamt about a future art.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Was it all worse than this?<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Could we turn back the time just to please?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">I know what it's all about. It's all about us.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Us; We used to stand on the line together<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Us; We used to laugh in return together<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Us; We used to be in the same tune together<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Could we take the word back?<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> And this time; put in the right order<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Just so we won't stand divided by a border.. anymore.<br /><br /></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div> </div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2625959796263965341?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-68611339918137613492010-04-26T14:40:00.000+07:002010-04-26T19:43:41.039+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S9VFGtbrTiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WxUJzu63idM/s1600/camouflage_by_eerie_silence.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S9VFGtbrTiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WxUJzu63idM/s320/camouflage_by_eerie_silence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464349704461176354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I might be the only one on Earth who realizes that <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">you're living in a</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">fairytale</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> of your own</span>. You have the <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">deepest heart</span> among the other. You never <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">wear your heart on your sleeve</span>. I'm <u><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">dying</span></span></u></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> <span style="font-size:85%;">to know</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> who you really are, so</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >would you please stop <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">camouflaging</span>?</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Thank you.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6861133991813761349?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-9175068266437789622010-04-02T17:46:00.000+07:002010-04-04T17:10:09.061+07:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >"Think of all the things I do<br />And I still hold the thought of you<br />With someone else I know its true<br />So far away<br /><br />And I can only hold my breath</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />And start to die a lonely death<br />With you and me and all the rest<br />So far away<br /><br />Don't say I told you so</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />One thing you'll never know<br /><br />You're not the same</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />You've changed<br />I don't need you anyway<br />You're not the person that I believed in yesterday (X2)<br /><br />I can't hold it back you see</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />I know it all comes back to me<br />You must have practiced hard to be<br />So far away<br /><br />Never wanted me to show</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />Just write me off I let you go<br />And now there's more for you to know<br />So far away<br /><br />Don't say I told you so</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />One thing you'll never know<br /><br />You're not the same</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />You've changed<br />I don't need you anyway<br />You're not the person that I believed in yesterday<br /><br />You're not the same</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />You've changed<br />Something's missing anyway<br />You're not the person that I believed in yesterday<br /><br />Don't say I told you so</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />One thing you'll never know<br /><br />You're not the same</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />You've changed<br />I don't need you anyway<br />You're not the person that I believed in yesterday (X2).."<br /><br />(Not The Same - Bodyjar)</span></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />You're<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><u></u></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><u>not</u></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><u></u></span> the same. You've <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">changed</span> too much. You've <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">moved</span> too fast. You've <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">grown up</span> too soon. You've <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">forgotten</span> too much but you <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">remember</span> too little. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" >Bye</span> ... for good.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-917506826643778962?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-28081951916006196682010-03-26T22:38:00.000+07:002010-03-26T22:55:46.923+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />i <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">miss</span></span> these people..<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zXDdGqfdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tA7iMAjBs6U/s1600/24945_1382002915227_1386582004_1040335_6983289_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zXDdGqfdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tA7iMAjBs6U/s320/24945_1382002915227_1386582004_1040335_6983289_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452969703190986194" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and these people..</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zW8BSAdKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZNAi3Wc4m-M/s1600/9434_1258997040157_1386582004_740433_4527050_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zW8BSAdKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZNAi3Wc4m-M/s320/9434_1258997040157_1386582004_740433_4527050_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452969575463285922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and also these people..</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zW2LDC2XI/AAAAAAAAAIY/B5tPtwu2NFo/s1600/17952_283786057821_695072821_3341796_2718807_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zW2LDC2XI/AAAAAAAAAIY/B5tPtwu2NFo/s320/17952_283786057821_695072821_3341796_2718807_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452969475005667698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">miss</span></span> times like this..</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zWjZJENzI/AAAAAAAAAII/IH2uFX2AcVE/s1600/16636_1305108792922_1386582004_858738_6309538_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zWjZJENzI/AAAAAAAAAII/IH2uFX2AcVE/s320/16636_1305108792922_1386582004_858738_6309538_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452969152371504946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and also times like this..</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zWc-Gwj0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-Wtvtw4b9ew/s1600/21935_1363634496028_1386582004_999596_5179344_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zWc-Gwj0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-Wtvtw4b9ew/s320/21935_1363634496028_1386582004_999596_5179344_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452969042034855746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and this..</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zWVpx2X2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/X3wWUThszVk/s1600/21935_1363634616031_1386582004_999598_6822127_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zWVpx2X2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/X3wWUThszVk/s320/21935_1363634616031_1386582004_999598_6822127_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452968916319362914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and this, too..</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zWAplyP4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/PPmVXNjEDI8/s1600/18751_1290956204153_1537705820_750073_6843694_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zWAplyP4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/PPmVXNjEDI8/s320/18751_1290956204153_1537705820_750073_6843694_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452968555491508098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />but this is what i <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" >miss</span> the <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">most</span></span>..<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zV0NoEDBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kSeGKI9hUMI/s1600/n695072821_1213477_5186.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S6zV0NoEDBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kSeGKI9hUMI/s320/n695072821_1213477_5186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452968341826440210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i miss <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >highschool</span> so bad.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2808195191600619668?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-24189522955418065752010-02-18T17:33:00.002+07:002010-03-13T18:09:16.318+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S30fCM5aVQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ueC-693979Y/s1600-h/Single_by_druideye.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439538047615653122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S30fCM5aVQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ueC-693979Y/s320/Single_by_druideye.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-size:180%;" >"</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">The </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:180%;" ><u>best</u></span></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"> part of being single is:</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)">You don't have to watch anything you don't want to watch</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)">You don't have to hear anything you don't want to hear</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)">Or do anything you don't want to do..</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-size:180%;" >"</span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2418952295541806575?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-23804984983489685942010-01-07T22:06:00.000+07:002010-01-07T23:34:13.218+07:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >dear Miss <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Punk</span>-<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">rock</span>-<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">wannabe</span>,</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S0YCCboOV4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/TE-BTi28tTI/s1600-h/Hate_by_MonchhichisLover.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/S0YCCboOV4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/TE-BTi28tTI/s320/Hate_by_MonchhichisLover.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424025042013804418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i dont have a <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">clear reason</span> why i <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">hate</span> you. all i know is just <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">i disliked you</span>; and what a pity it grows to a <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">hate</span>. i <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">hate</span> all the words coming out your mouth. i <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">hate</span> the texts you've sent to me. i <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">hate</span> your outfits. i <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">hate</span> the way you show your relationship status off. i <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">hate</span> the way you post that silly pics of you and him together. i <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">hate</span> realizing all of your pathetic Facebook statuses are for him. i <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">hate</span> remembering that i once met you and him at the cinema. i <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">hate</span> the the way you act like you know every little thing of <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Blink 182</span>, while the whole universe know you just know them not more than 12.71254 days ago. but the most hated part of you is the fact that <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">you're his and he's yours</span>.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">congratulations</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">i</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><s><span style="font-style: italic;">loathe</span></s></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">hate</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >you</span>.</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2380498498348968594?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-61575483208286674932009-12-17T23:39:00.000+07:002009-12-22T21:40:23.301+07:00<blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">"We still live in the same town, well don't we?<br />But I don't see you around anymore<br />I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you<br />Your days are numbered at 24<br /><br />And I'm getting bored waiting 'round for you<br />We're not getting any younger<br />And I won't look back cause there's no use<br />It's time to move forward<br /><br />I feel no sympathy, you live inside a cave<br />You barely get by, the rest of us are trying<br />There's no need to apologize<br />I've got no time for feeling sorry<br /><br />I try not to think of what might happen<br />When your reality, it finally cuts through<br />Well as for me I got out and I'm on the road<br />The worst part is that this could be you<br /><br />And you know it too<br />You can't run from your shame<br />You're not getting any younger<br />And time keeps passing by<br />But you wave it away<br />It's time to roll over<br /><br />And all the best lies<br />They are told with fingers tied<br />So cross them tight, won't you promise me tonight<br />If it's the last thing you do you'll get out<br /><br />I feel no sympathy, you live inside a cave<br />You barely get by, the rest of us are trying<br />There's no need to apologize<br />I've got no time for feeling sorry.."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Feeling Sorry - Paramore)<br /><br /></span></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >never</span> get the point of <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">revenge</span> and i never put any <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">vengeance</span> in everyone. i swear its true. the thing is i just <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">never forget</span> about whatever people do to me, whether its good or bad. and this one; its for <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><u></u></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><u>you</u></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><u></u></span> who wasted me away <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">twice</span> and now you're <u>in vain</u>. the whole damn world knows you <s>are gone</s> have moved on but they'll just never forget your <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">past</span> ... just like i do. may you sleep well in every night of yours cause we all know you're having your <u><span style="font-weight: bold;">karma</span></u>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(<span style="font-style: italic;">note that i'm <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">not</span> cursing, complaining or whatsoever in this post. i'm only </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">writing</span><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span>)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6157548320828667493?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-5379451509480571292009-12-14T17:47:00.000+07:002009-12-24T20:20:06.792+07:00<blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="infl-inline"><b></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="infl-inline"><b></b></span></span></p><blockquote><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="infl-inline"><b>single</b> (<i>not <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary#comparable" title="Appendix:Glossary">comparable</a></i>)</span></span></p> <div class="infl-table"> <table border="0" width="100%"> <tbody><tr> <td bg="" style="color: rgb(248, 248, 255);" valign="top" width="33%"> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">Positive<br /><b>single</b></span> </p> </td> <td width="1%"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></td> <td bg="" style="color: rgb(248, 248, 255);" valign="top" width="33%"> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary#comparable" title="Appendix:Glossary">Comparative</a><br /><i>not <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary#comparable" title="Appendix:Glossary">comparable</a></i></span> </p> </td> <td width="1%"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></td> <td bg="" style="color: rgb(248, 248, 255);" valign="top" width="33%"> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary#comparable" title="Appendix:Glossary">Superlative</a><br /><i>none (<a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/absolute" title="absolute">absolute</a>)</i></span> </p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div> <ol><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Not <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/accompanied" title="accompanied">accompanied</a> by anything else. </span><dl><dd><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>Can you give me a <b>single</b> reason not to leave right now?</i></span></dd></dl> </li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Not <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/divide" title="divide">divided</a> in parts. </span><dl><dd><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>The potatoes left the spoon and landed in a <b>single</b> big lump on the plate.</i></span></dd></dl> </li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Designed for the use of only one. </span><dl><dd><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>a <b>single</b> room</i></span></dd></dl> </li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Designed for a single use; not <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/reusable" title="reusable">reusable</a>. </span><dl><dd><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>the anti-aircraft rocket is fired from a <b>single use</b> launch platform.</i></span></dd></dl> </li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Not <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/married" title="married">married</a> nor <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/dating" title="dating">dating</a></span> <dl><dd><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>Josh put down that he was a <b>single</b> male on the dating website.</i></span></dd></dl> </li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">(</span></span><span class="ib-content"><span class="qualifier-content">botany</span></span><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">)</span></span> Having only one rank or row of <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/petal" title="petal">petals</a>.</span></li></ol><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">so, i'm back in this blogging thingy after leaving it meaningless for, like, ever ever after. well, not that long, though. okay, only a few months. but since i'm kinda <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">addicted</span> to writing, its like for ever for me. skip it.<br />so, what makes me post this '<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">single</span>' word meaning? nothing, just kinda describe what i've been for almost 2 months. (<span style="font-style: italic;">yeah, i broke up. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">again</span><span style="font-style: italic;">. dont worry, i dont do suicide nor drinking pesticide. only </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">guiltiness</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">surrounded for few weeks.</span>) hell to the yeah, i am single. for now. but in my lifetime (<span style="font-style: italic;">so far</span>), i never find it wrong in being one. well, whats so wrong, eh? but these days i'm kinda thinking about what makes <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">my relationship never lasted long</span>, while the people here, around me, have been with their partners since, like, the invention of electricity. one of my college friends had been with her BF for 4 years (<span style="font-style: italic;">bottom line</span>, <u><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">FOUR YEARS</span></u>), but still ended up with a breaking-up. but i mean, hey, its <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">four years</span>! so they'd been together since i was still in Junior High. <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">cool</span>, isn't it? while the longest relationship i've ever had is only 6 months. bottom line, <u><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">six months</span></u></span>. <span style="font-size:85%;">and the last relationship only lasted for 3 months. bottom line, <u><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">three months</span></u>. kinda sucks knowing i kinda suck in relationships.. *</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >sighs</span><span style="font-size:85%;">* anyway, does anybody mind if i post about </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >romance</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> or </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >relationship</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> this time?<br />until one day, i told my auntie i had a fling on this guy. we've been texting for, like, some weeks. i told her he seemed nice, kind and those sort of things, but then she said, "</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >kamu itu ga ada arah kalo nyari cowo.</span><span style="font-size:85%;">" only one sentence consisted of some words but it made me get some kind of </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >shock</span><span style="font-size:85%;">. to be honest. it got me thinking. and i was like, "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >damn, she's right.</span><span style="font-size:85%;">" i never had any intention to anyone this long and i think thats the </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" >main reason</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> why my relationships never lasted long. what to be called this? </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" >pathetic</span><span style="font-size:85%;">? </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" >silly</span><span style="font-size:85%;">? yeah, i'd said "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >i'm only 18, after all.</span><span style="font-size:85%;">" but intention in relationship doesn't always mean marriage, right? (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >beside there are hella lots of types of relationships</span><span style="font-size:85%;">) it could be how long you expect you're gonna be with your partner, how committed you're both gonna be, or how important your partner means to you (e</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >ither he/she be the top on your life priority or he/she be the top on your future wishlist</span><span style="font-size:85%;">). it means a lot. holy cow, how could i just realize it now? long after i'd been in some relationships?<br />the conclusion, after all, is i think i'm gonna fix this. either its with this guy or not, i'm gonna try to find the '</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >intention</span><span style="font-size:85%;">' to my so-on relationship. what about if i dont find one? oh puh-lease Jess, you'll never know til you have tried. (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >copied from the wisdom words in the bottom line of that X brand notebook</span><span style="font-size:85%;">)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-537945150948057129?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-52801581484782500582009-08-02T00:51:00.000+07:002009-08-02T01:29:39.690+07:00<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></h1><blockquote><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">PENGUMUMAN HASIL SNMPTN 2009</span></h1><div> </div><div> </div><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Peserta Diterima</span></h1><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>No.Peserta :</b> <b>2092706536</b><br /><b>Nama Peserta :</b> <b>JESSICA CASSANDRA </b><br /><b>Kode Prodi :</b> <b>362042</b></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">what the...</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span> to be honest, itu reaksi pertama saya waktu pertama kali liat <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Pengumuman Hasil SNMPTN 2009</span> di website <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">snmptn.ac.id</span>. i was wondering "<span style="font-style: italic;">how could?</span>" karena jujur, saya sendiri ikut SNMPTN cuma melalui jalur "<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">yang-penting-ikut</span>". yeah, thats <u>for sure</u>! dan yang lebih gilanya lagi, saya dengan <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">PeDe</span> dan <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">nekat</span> nya ambil <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">UI</span> di pilihan pertama dan <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Unpad</span> di pilihan kedua. (<span style="font-style: italic;">well, cukup gila bagi teman-teman saya yang sebagian besar milih <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Unila</span> sebagai pilihan kedua yang menurut mereka udah pasti bisa jadi "</span>pegangan<span style="font-style: italic;">"</span>) saya sih <u>ga pernah setitik pun naro harapan</u> di SNMPTN kemaren. i mean; masuk sukur, ga masuk ya udah. makanya saya kaget begitu liat ternyata i made it for Unpad (<span style="font-style: italic;">FYI, 362042 adalah kode prodi buat jurusan <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Ekonomi Manajemen Universitas Padjadjaran</span></span>). what a <span style="font-style: italic;">coincidence</span>.. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">hmm.. saya rasa kemaren merupakan one of my luckiest days <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">lagi</span> deh. kenapa? karena saya mendapat <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">2 kabar baik</span> beruntun. <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">pertama</span>, saya lulus SNMPTN (<span style="font-style: italic;">walopun bukan di UI. yah, cukup beruntung kan bagi saya yang ga melakukan persiapan apapun malem sebelumnya?</span>). dan <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">kedua</span>, saya mendapat kabar kalo band saya (<span style="font-style: italic;">ehem!</span>) <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Remember To December</span> lolos ke babak final suatu festival musik yang diadain salah satu stasiun TV lokal Lampung. yah emang kurang tepat kalo dibilang hoki sih buat yang satu itu, soalnya lolos atau nggak nya sebuah band di ajang ini ditentuin oleh <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">25% penilaian juri</span> dan <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">75% polling SMS</span> and we were like sending <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">tons of polls</span> in the last 2 days. hmm.. tapi bisa juga sih dibilang ada unsur lucky nya sedikit, karena sejujurnya suara saya kurang bagus tapi saya malah dapet pujian dari komentator. (<span style="font-style: italic;">woohooo! clap clap clap! *standing ovation*</span>)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">jadi, untuk setahun ke depan (<span style="font-style: italic;">hopefully</span>) saya akan berkuliah di Bandung. kenapa hopefully hanya setahun ke depan? karena saya tetep berkeras (kepala) pada target utama saya yaitu melanjutkan studi ke negeri singa walopun baru bisa masuk tahun depan. (<span style="font-style: italic;">FYI, tahun ini saya terlambat mempersiapkan semua supporting documents yang masih teronggok manis di beberapa sudut kamar</span>). yeah JC, you surely can do it! <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" >GO JC GO JC GO! </span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">*cheerleaders cheering*</span>)</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b></b></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-5280158148478250058?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-7398719694272704012009-06-21T23:26:00.000+07:002009-06-29T21:45:19.238+07:00<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><b></b></span></p><blockquote><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>flashback</b> (plural: <i><a title="flashbacks" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/flashbacks">flashbacks</a></i>)</span></p><ol><li><span style="font-size:85%;">a <a title="dramatic" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/dramatic">dramatic</a> <a title="device" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/device">device</a> in which an <a title="earlier" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/earlier">earlier</a> <a title="event" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/event">event</a> is <a title="insert" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/insert">inserted</a> into the normal <a title="chronological" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/chronological">chronological</a> flow of a <a title="narrative" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/narrative">narrative</a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">(</span></span><span class="ib-content"><span class="qualifier-content">psychology</span></span><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">)</span></span> a <a title="vivid" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/vivid">vivid</a> <a title="mental" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/mental">mental</a> <a title="image" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/image">image</a> of a past <a title="trauma" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/trauma">trauma</a>, especially one that <a title="recur" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/recur">recurs</a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">a similar recurrence of the <a title="effect" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/effect">effects</a> of a <a title="hallucinogenic" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/hallucinogenic">hallucinogenic</a> <a title="drug" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/drug">drug<br /></a></span></li></ol><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">saya baru aja search arti kata <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">flashback</span> secara harafiah, dan ini yang muncul waktu saya coba search di Wiktionary. (<span style="font-style: italic;">okay, yang terakhir agak berlebihan, dan kata <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">trauma</span> sepertinya bukan arti yang saya inginkan untuk muncul..</span>) well, kenapa saya bahas <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">flashback</span>? apa karena saya baru mendengar kata itu dan ga tau artinya sampe saya bela-belain nyari artinya di interntet? tentu bukan! saya udah denger kata ini berkali-kali, jauh sebelum saya memutuskan untuk nyari artinya, which means hari ini. saya bahas <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">flashback</span> adalah karena saya baru aja nyadar kalo beberapa hari terakhir ini saya <u><span style="font-weight: bold;">terlalu sering</span></u> <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">flashback</span>.. yeah, i know thats <u>never</u> been good! at least for <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">me</span>..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">jadi, apa yang menyebabkan saya sering <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">flashback</span> akhir-akhir ini? hmm.. to be honest, i dont even know exactly why! mungkin karena akhir-akhir ini saya ga banyak berkegiatan, ditambah dengan pikiran "<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">high school is over, high school is over</span>", ditambah lagi dengan ketakutan berlebihan soal seberapa jauh saya dan teman-teman bakal terpisah, whoa! i <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">hate</span> those thoughts!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and for making it <span style="font-style: italic;">worse</span>, tiba-tiba saya inget sama (<span style="font-style: italic;">ehem!</span>) <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">mantan</span> saya. bukan "inget", tapi inget dalam arti sebenernya. saya tiba-tiba inget sama <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">larangan</span> dia untuk sekolah jauh. saya tiba-tiba inget sama semua <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">lagu</span> yang pernah dia kasih ke saya (<span style="font-style: italic;">dari yang paling aneh sampe yang paling </span>meaningful <span style="font-style: italic;">buat saya pada waktu itu</span>). saya tiba-tiba inget sama betapa <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">sabar</span>nya saya ngadepin dia pada waktu itu. saya tiba-tiba inget sama momen-momen kami <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">ketawa</span> bareng di mobilnya yang lama. saya tiba-tiba inget betapa seringnya kami pergi <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">muter-muter</span> keliling kota sambil <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">nyanyi-nyanyi</span> ga jelas di mobilnya. saya tiba-tiba inget sama semua <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">kejujuran</span> yang pernah dia akuin ke saya, yang setelah saya pikir-pikir sekarang "<span style="font-style: italic;">why didnt i kill him? that was brutally honest!</span>" (<span style="font-style: italic;">well, dia terlalu jujur untuk cerita soal pengalaman tahun baru 2008 nya di Jakarta. or maybe he was out of control for telling that?</span>) saya tiba-tiba inget sama <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">nickname </span>dia untuk saya yang sekarang jadi sering saya gunakan lagi. and i totally remembered when he switched the radio off and said "<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">listening to our voices is much better</span>." hmm.. saya pikir ini semua mungkin karena saya terlalu <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">tenggelam</span> dalam pikiran tentang semua yang bakal saya tinggalin disini kalo saya beneran kuliah disana. yes, all of the things. the people, the friends, the environment and those sort of things.. well, saya bisa jadi sangat <u><span style="font-weight: bold;">melankolis</span></u> dan <u><span style="font-weight: bold;">emosional</span></u> waktu flu. *<span style="font-style: italic;">clears throat</span>*</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i think i'd much better stop writing about this now. there's no doubt that i could cry if i keep writing this down.. ahh <span style="font-weight: bold;">melancholy</span>!</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-739871969427270401?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-23801252049444675992009-05-27T11:07:00.000+07:002009-05-27T11:49:09.608+07:00<blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">"<b>So sweet I can hardly speak due to such trauma in my teeth</b><br />But your body language is telling me that you're worth the pain<br />So weak I can hardly keep, shaky legs holding up my feet<br />But your body language is telling me that I'm not to blame<br /><br />Practice makes perfect<br />Practice makes perfect sense<br /><br />I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son<br />And I have done a few things I regret<br />But practice makes perfect<br />Practice makes perfect sense to me<br /><br />Wake up, first light hearing you calling out<br />For your criminal clothing that fled the scene upon being ripped free<br />Conversation ensued<br />And I wanna do so many things to you<br />Sip after sip, you insist you're a hit.<br />Sip after sip, yeah I swear I can feel it.<br /><br />Practice makes perfect<br />Practice makes perfect sense<br /><br />I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son<br />And I have done a few things I regret<br />I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son<br />And I have done what a mother wouldn't want, what a mother wouldn't want in a son<br /><br />Practice makes perfect<br />Practice makes perfect sense<br />Practice makes perfect<br />Practice makes perfect sense<br /><br />I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son<br />And I have done a few things I regret<br />I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son<br />And I have done what a mother wouldn't want, what a mother wouldn't want in a...<br />Practice makes perfect<br />Practice makes perfect sense<br />Practice makes perfect<br />Practice makes perfect sense to me.."</span> </blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yeah, lirik lagu. lagi. jujur, saya agak <span style="font-style: italic;">ketinggalan</span> karena baru ngedownload lagu ini (<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Practice Makes Perfect</span> by <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Cute Is What We Aim For</span>), soalnya saya juga baru cek draft message HP saya. (<span style="font-style: italic;">FYI, saya biasa nyatet judul lagu yang baru saya denger di radio ato di TV untuk kemudian saya tindak lanjuti</span> [baca: <span style="font-style: italic;">download</span>]) kebetulan waktu itu saya lagi nganggur berat, jadi saya memutuskan untuk ngeburn CD berisi lagu-lagu yang pernah saya niatin untuk didownload.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">lanjut, kenapa saya bahas lagu ini? kenapa bukan lagu yang laen, semacam lagu dari <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">The Pretty Reckless</span>, band nya <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Taylor Momsen</span> (si <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Little J</span> di <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Gossip Girl</span>)? oke, saya bahas lagu ini karena saya sedikit <span style="font-style: italic;">terkesiap</span> sewaktu denger kalimat pertama dari lirik lagu ini. dalam hati saya, "omigod! jadi itu teks lagu??"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yeah, seseorang pernah berkata "<u>so sweet i can hardly speak due to such trauma in my teeth</u>" pada saya di SMS, dan ternyata itu adalah lirik lagu. kecewa? nggak juga.. bukankah ia sudah biasa seperti itu?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">beberapa waktu yang lalu waktu masih jaman nya e<span style="font-weight: bold;">F</span>e<span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Friendster</span>, -red), dia juga pernah nulis shout out (<span style="font-style: italic;">yang nggak ngerti ditujukan buat siapa, ato mungkin cuma sekedar nulis aja?</span>) "<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">She's a backseat driver, a drama provider, an instant update of the world. She's a firstclass liar, a constant forgetter, she's attractive but bitter! Did you scream enough to make her cry? Did you turn around, turn around baby, dont return to me..</span>" yang ternyata adalah lirik lagu <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">She's a Lady</span> nya <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Forever The Sickest Kids</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">lanjut lagi. sewaktu saya ulang tahun, dia memberi saya sebuah kado (<span style="font-style: italic;">yang baru diberikan 5 bulan kemudian</span>) yang disertakan dengan selembar kertas bertuliskan kata-kata ... yang ternyata lirik lagu <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Hopeless Love</span> nya <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Daphne Loves Derby</span>. kemudian, sewaktu kami bertengkar dalam suatu hubungan, dia nulis 2 buah notes di Facebook nya yang keduanya adalah lirik lagu. pertama lagunya <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Our Last Night</span> yang <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Message Without a Meaning</span>, yang kedua lagu <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Me Vs. The World</span> nya <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Madina Lake</span> yang sangat saya hafal mati. kecewa? nggak juga.. hanya ... *<span style="font-style: italic;">chuckles</span>*</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">oke, tolong dicatat bahwa saya <span style="font-weight: bold;">tidak</span> sedang mengkritik, menyindir atau berniat menyakiti siapapun dalam blog ini. hanya <span style="font-style: italic;">membahas</span>...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2380125204944467599?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-65470717728950606572009-05-19T14:41:00.000+07:002009-05-22T20:29:46.749+07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/ShJpw_w_5dI/AAAAAAAAACw/rKkurU5uKN0/s1600-h/DSC09250+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/ShJpw_w_5dI/AAAAAAAAACw/rKkurU5uKN0/s320/DSC09250+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337444798859044306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">i found these shoes at some shop in </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >Bandung</span><span style="font-size:85%;">. i was really </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" >carving</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> to buy them, because i havent seen anyone wearing this type of converse and it was cute. i was getting bored with my two-tones canvas; they were </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >old</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> and </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >dirty</span><span style="font-size:85%;">; and </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" >stinky</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, maybe? because they had only been washed </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >once</span><span style="font-size:85%;">.<br />but well, i couldnt get those shoes. why? yes, you name it: they didn't have the </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >size</span><span style="font-size:85%;">. ohh </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >geez</span><span style="font-size:85%;">! and then i asked a size for the</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" > purple-laced</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> one, and they still didn't have the right size. for the </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" >pink-laced</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, they only had size 5 left and when i fit in it, my feet was like got stuck. for the purple-laced, they only had size 7 left and it was too </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >big</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> for me. i usually use the size </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" >5 1/2</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, anyway.<br />but then i found another canvas, which was looking good also (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >well, those colorful-laced shoes were still better, though</span><span style="font-size:85%;">). the laces were only white (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >thats okay</span><span style="font-size:85%;">) but the color was good. they only had the size </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" >6</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, but when i slipped in it, it fit well! so i decided to buy them.. (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >the picture of the shoes i bought cannot be included because i dont know how to attach picture in the middle of the text. is it im the one who doesnt know or is it in fact we cannot put it in the middle of the text?</span><span style="font-size:85%;">)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6547071772895060657?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-81844515200026520032009-05-07T15:28:00.000+07:002009-05-07T16:13:54.012+07:00<blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">As we go on,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We remember,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All the times we,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Had together,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And as our lives change,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">come whatever,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We will still be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Friends Forever..</span>"<br /></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i used to think how <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">fun</span> a graduation will be. i used to think how <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">exciting</span> a freshman year will be. i used to think how <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">funny</span> a picture can be. but now, i dont wanna think one of those thoughts.. i dont wanna think about the graduation day (<span style="font-style: italic;">yeah, i do want to graduate though!</span>) but well, i really dont want those farewells. i hate <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">farewells</span>. and when i think about farewells, it gets me thinking about how <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">far</span> you guys will live for the next few years. how <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">long</span> we will not meet each other for the next few years. and how im gonna <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">miss you all</span> like i will never have anyone like you anymore.. really, how <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">time does go so fast</span>..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">when i was in the 10 grade, i used to think "when will the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">graduation</span> be? ohh how im sick of all these things! the assignments, the uniforms, ... all of these school stuffs!" yeah, i was sick of being a <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">high school student</span>. dreaming about a cool <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">freshman year</span>. thinking about putting away the school's uniform. and when i was in 11 grade, i used to think "hey, we only get <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">1</span> more left! yeah! well, a year seems to be much longer though.. gosh!" and when in the 12 grade (<span style="font-style: italic;">like now</span>) i dont wanna think about <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">whats laid ahead</span>.. (<span style="font-style: italic;">for what i said the bad things, of course</span>)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">everything's changing from year to year</span></span>. the surroundings, the thoughts, the personalities, the school, even the <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;">people</span> themselves. and for the <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">farewell party</span> last night, i always told myself "it wont make me cry this time, <span style="font-weight: bold;">i will not cry</span>. i will only cry by the graduation day, i guess. i will not cry tonight." and voila! i didnt cry! but i got this kind-of <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">shock</span> inside of me. like what i always get when <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">i cant cry</span>.. and the shock thing gets more and more when we watched the <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >fireworks</span> together. it was awesome, i confess, and it was much more than fun, and we were yelling like crazy, laughing like no one couldnt stop us, hugging each other, and i got this shock. i was laughing while shocking and yelling while shocking. i always <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">hate</span> to feel it.. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i was chatting online with one of my BFs when i got home. we talked about many things and when it came to confessing what we felt on the farewell party, we both confessed <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">we were scared</span>. and now i just realize a line of the <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Graduation(Friends Forever)</span> song by the <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Vitamin C</span>..</span><br /></div><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">And there was me and you and well we got real blue,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Stay at home talking on the telephone with me,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We'd get so excited and we'd get so scared, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair..</span>"<br /></span></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and it makes me wanna hear the song for the first time <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">together</span> with all of my friends before we have to go.. (<span style="font-style: italic;">shit, i got this <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">shock-like</span> thing again!</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> and im scared again..</span>)</span><br /><br /></div><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">"<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Where we're gonna be when we turn 25.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I keep thinking times will never change,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Keep on thinking things will always be the same.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> But when we leave this year we won't be coming back,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> No more hanging out because we're on a different track.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And if you got something that you need to say,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> You better say it right now because you don't have another day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Because we're moving on and we cant slow down.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> These memories are playing like a film without sound.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And I keep thinking of that night in June,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I didn't know much of love but it came too soon.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And there was me and you and well we got real blue,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Stay at home talking on the telephone with me,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We'd get so excited and we'd get so scared, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And this is how it feels.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> As we go on,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We remember, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> All the times we, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Had together, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And as our lives change,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> come whatever,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We will still be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Friends Forever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> When we look back now will our jokes still be funny?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Will we still remember everything we learned in school, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Still be trying to break every single rule?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Keep on thinking it's our time to fly,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And this is how it feels.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> As we go on,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We remember, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> All the times we, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Had together, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And as our lives change,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> come whatever,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We will still be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Friends Forever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> La,la,la,la...yeah, yeah...la, la, la, la</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We will still be,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Friends Forever</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Can we survive it out there?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Can we make it somehow? (somehow)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I guess I thought that this would never end,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And suddenly it's like we're women and men.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Or will these memories fade when I leave this town?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Keep on thinking it's our time to fly.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> As we go on,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We remember, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> All the times we, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Had together, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And as our lives change,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> come whatever,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We will still be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Friends Forever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> As we go on,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We remember, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> All the times we, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Had together, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And as our lives change,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> come whatever,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We will still be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Friends Forever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> As we go on,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We remember, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> All the times we, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Had together, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And as our lives change,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> come whatever,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We will still be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Friends Forever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> As we go on,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We remember, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> All the times we, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Had together, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And as our lives change,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> come whatever,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We will still be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Friends Forever...</span></span>"</span> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-8184451520002652003?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-28727087877441646952009-04-26T22:50:00.000+07:002009-04-27T13:07:34.866+07:00<div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(<em>*drums pounding*</em>)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >eng ing eng~</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/SfSC78Sgw1I/AAAAAAAAACY/zIZhNzDFzf4/s1600-h/DSC09038+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329028225393804114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/SfSC78Sgw1I/AAAAAAAAACY/zIZhNzDFzf4/s320/DSC09038+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">ini wujud surat ga penting itu..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">kenapa bisa ga penting? begini ceritanya..<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">dua hari yang lalu gue mendengar anak pembantu gue yang bernama Rio (<em>yeah Rio, i write down your name here! *standing ovation*</em>) lari-lari sambil manggilin nama gue, lalu dia ngasih sepucuk surat ke gue. begitu gue baca amplopnya, gue bingung. "<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">IBII</span>?" apa yang mendorong IBII untuk mengirim surat ke gue? lebih-lebih gue ngerasa mereka ga ada alasan apapun untuk ngirim surat ke gue. gue ga pernah daftar kuliah kesana, ga pernah merasa cukup pintar buat daftar buat beasiswa disana, apalagi surat-suratan sama warga sana. ga mungkin kan ada secret admirer yang kurang kerjaan ngirim surat ke gue pake amplop IBII? (<em>well, that is way too much</em>)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">jadi, didorong rasa penasaran yang kuat, rasa ingin tahu yang menggebu-gebu (<em>apa juga bedanya?</em>), gue buka amplop surat misterius ini. kata demi kata gue baca dengan saksama (<em>ngarep kalo-kalo ada guru gue yang pernah khilaf daftarin gue buat dapetin beasiswa di IBII</em>), kata demi kata gue cerna dengan sempurna dan ... <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">voila!</span> surat ini cuma sekedar surat promosi jurusan-jurusan yang ada di IBII.. yeah, you guys did a good job! that was enough to make me flattered ... <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">for a second</span>.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">at least gue punya satu nilai moral untuk hal ini: gue mesti lebih banyak belajar tentang ways of advertizing. just so i wont be flattered for only a second anymore..</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-2872708787744164695?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-69884280894316319052009-04-26T01:09:00.000+07:002009-05-07T16:14:47.155+07:00<div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><blockquote><div><span style="font-size:78%;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">I can't imagine all the people that you know</span></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And the places that you go</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">When the lights are turned down low</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And I don't understand</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">All the things you've seen</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">But I'm slipping in between</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">You and your big... dreams</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">it's always you in my big dreams</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"> </div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And you tell me</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">That it's over</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clover</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And you're restless</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And I'm naked</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">You've got to get out</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">You can't stand to see me shaking</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">no, could you let me go</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I didn't think so</span></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">and you don't want to be here in the future</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">So you say</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">the present's just a pleasant</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Interruption to the past</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And you don't want to look much closer</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">'Cause you're afraid to find out all this hope</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">You had sent into the sky by now had... crashed</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">and it did because of me</span></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And then you bring me home</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Afraid to find out that you're alone, no</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And I'm sleeping in your living room</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">But we don't have much room</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">To live</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"> </div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I had these dreams, in them I learned to play guitar</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Maybe cross the country</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Become a rockstar</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And there was hope in me</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">That I could take you there</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">But damn it you're so young</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">But I don't think I care</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">and if I hurt you then i'm sorry</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">please don't think that this was easy</span></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And then you bring me home</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">'Cause we both know what it's like to be alone, no</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And I'm dreaming in your living room</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">But we don't have much room</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">To live</span></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And Konstantine is walking down the stairs</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Doesn't she look good</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Standing in her underwear?</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And I was thinking, what I was thinking</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">But we've been drinking</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And it doesn't get me anywhere<br /><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">My Konstantine came walking down the stairs</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And all that I could do</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Was touch her long blonde hair</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And I've been thinking<br />It hurts me thinking</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">That these nights when we were drinking</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">No they never got us anywhere, no</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"> </div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">This is because I can spell konfusion with a K</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And I can like it</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">It's to dying in another's arms</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">and why i had to try it</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">It's to jimmy eat world</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">and those nights in my car</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">when the first star you see</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">may not be a star</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm not your star</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Isn't that what you said?</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">what you thought this song meant</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"> </div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And if this is what it takes</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">just to lie with my mistakes</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">and live with what I did to you</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">All the hell I put you through</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I always catch the clock it's 11:11</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And now you want to talk</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">it's not hard to dream</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">You'll always be my Konstantine</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">My Konstantine</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"> </div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">They'll never hurt you like I do</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">No, They'll never hurt you like I do</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"> </div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">This is to a girl who got into my head</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">with all the pretty things she did</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Hey, You know, you keep me up in bed</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">This is to a girl who got into my head</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">with all these fucked up things I did</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Hey maybe baby, you could keep me up in bed</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">My Konstantine</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"> </div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Spin around me like a dream</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">We played out on this movie screen</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And I said, </span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Did you know I miss you</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Did you know I miss you</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Did you know I miss you</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Did you know I miss you</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Did you know I miss you</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Did you know I miss you</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Did you know I miss you</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I miss you</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"> </div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And then you bring me home</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">And we'll go to sleep but this time not alone, no </span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">No,And then you'll kiss me in your living room, oh</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I know you miss me in your living room</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cause these nights I think maybe that I miss you in my living room</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">We don't have much room</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I said, does anybody need that room? </span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Because we all need a little more room</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">To live</span></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">...My Konstantine.</span>"<br /></span></div></blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">its one of my favorite song ever. its <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Konstantine</span> by <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Something Corporate</span>. the first thing made me fall in love with this song is the piano playing which is really beautiful. and it was played by the vocalist himself. and the second one is that this song is the longest song ive ever heard so far. its <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">9:35 minutes length</span>. even Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day is only 9:10 length, if im not mistaken. a friend of mine who gave me a listen to this song told me about the background story of it, which made me fall for the song more. i even googled it! okay, let me share..</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">the band's frontman, named <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Andrew McMahon</span>, had a girlfriend named <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Krystal</span> whom he cheated on. the relationship was when the girl was still in high school and he hadnt signed to any labels yet. but one day she got him f**king some other girl while he was drunk (check out the part<span style="font-style: italic;"> "you've gotta get out, you cant stand to see me shakin</span>g<span style="font-style: italic;">"</span>) and then they broke up. he wished he was lucky enough that they could get back together anymore (<span style="font-style: italic;">"wake up lying in patch of four leaf clover"</span>). he got signed to Drive-Thru records and wished that he could take her on the tour (<span style="font-style: italic;">"become a rockstar. and there was hope in me that i could take you there"</span>), but he couldnt because she was still in high school (<span style="font-style: italic;">"but dammit, you're so young"</span>).</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">well, some people said that they got back together once, but for another breaking-up. and then Andrew was diagnosed of cancer, almost at the same time as the girl got married with another guy. that was why it put him in a great guilt that he wrote the song, because he thought if he never cheated on her then he might be the one who would be standing under the bell with her. it made him always regretting (<span style="font-style: italic;">"they'll never hurt you like i do"</span>).</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the good thing about him is that he never tried to go any further in their relationship because he thought she was too young and he really loved her that he didnt want anything more (based on the part <span style="font-style: italic;">"doesnt she look good standing in her underwear? ... and all that i could do was touch her long blonde hair"</span>)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">this song is like playing on words, actually. like <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Konfusion with a K</span>, <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Konstant with a K</span> (but it might be more bacause the girl named Krystal with K, its usually written with C anyway), that some people think <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">constant is a thing he wishes their relationship was</span>, because they broke up quite a few times.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and for the title <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Konstantine</span>, some assumed that maybe its because of the girl who was a religious one (hence he never tried to go further with her), because Constantine is the name of a Roman king who was very religious.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">about the <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">11:11</span> clock, its to show that he really hoped he could get back together with her because there's a belief that on 11:11 is when the angels come showing up to listen to your wishes and then make them come true.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">well, people assumed this and that about the song, so i dont really know the real story behind it. but i think the infos ive got are more than enough to explain..</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6988428089431631905?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-64653206370054552092009-04-24T20:10:00.000+07:002009-04-26T21:46:56.937+07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">the exam's finally over. it makes me feel like whoa! days get brighter now..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>(<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"What</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">a</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Wonderful</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">World"</span> song playing)</em></span></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/SfG7qHjr0lI/AAAAAAAAACI/BRlyN0uZzxA/s1600-h/6e8445eb2571e29c2ba9cb8f3ab88ff6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328246166413627986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 229px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/SfG7qHjr0lI/AAAAAAAAACI/BRlyN0uZzxA/s320/6e8445eb2571e29c2ba9cb8f3ab88ff6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">a burden has finally been taken away from me. now all i can do is just waiting for the results. and i hate waiting. especially when its all about a long-time waiting. and it gets worse when its all about your future. yeah, the results of the exam will be my future. sounds too drama, but thats the truth. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">okay, forget about the waiting. lets have some <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">fun</span> now! <em>(starts humbling)</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><blockquote><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >"I see trees of green, red roses too</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >I see them bloom for me and you</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >And I think to myself what a wonderful world</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >I see skies of blue and clouds of white</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" >And I think to myself what a wonderful world</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >Are also on the faces of people going by</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >They're really sayin' I love you</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >I hear babies cry, I watch them grow</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >They'll learn much more than I'll ever know</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >And I think to myself what a wonderful world</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world..."</span></em></div></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6465320637005455209?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-61906169531546474072009-04-24T18:03:00.000+07:002009-04-24T19:01:12.996+07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/SfGgSIfOetI/AAAAAAAAACA/W2w8HR-NmWE/s1600-h/cdn.applatform.com.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328216067532552914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/SfGgSIfOetI/AAAAAAAAACA/W2w8HR-NmWE/s320/cdn.applatform.com.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><strong>English Professor Material</strong></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">You could correct College-Level paper! Your spelling and Grammar are Perfect!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">yeah, i took an "are you grammar and spelling freak?" quiz on facebook and the result is what has been mentioned above. di samping pertanyaan-pertanyaan di kuis itu yang memang ga susah, gue rasa hasil kuis itu memang bener. cause i do think i am a <span style="color:#33ff33;">grammar-and-spelling freak</span>. gue merasa risih kalo baca tulisan yang ejaannya salah, apalagi kalo dalam bahasa inggris. memang gue bukan ahli tata bahasa inggris, but it really annoys me. or is it to show that i'm a <em><span style="color:#006600;">perfectionist</span></em>? karena kalimat-kalimat bahasa inggris yang ditulis ga jelas grammar nya pun bikin gue berpikir "what does it mean?" yah sebagian besar gue masih ngerti sih maksud si penulis apa, i'm <span style="color:#ff0000;">Indonesian</span> anyway.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">kalo kita mau nulis status di facebook, setelah nama pemilik profil, kata "is" pasti udh tercantum dengan manisnya. seperti status beberapa "temen" facebook gue: <span style="color:#3333ff;">"Xxxx is wanna say blahblahblah"</span> dan gue pun berpikir <span style="color:#3333ff;">"Si Xxxx diinginkan untuk mengatakan blahblahblah?"</span> sebagian besar orang Indonesia memang semestinya paham maksudnya, tapi buat orang bule? cuma sebagian kecil yang ngerti gue rasa. hal begini mungkin kedengerannya sepele, tapi bayangin kalo hal-hal <em><span style="color:#ffcccc;">sepele</span></em> ini terjadi pada skripsi atau CV? apa tetep bakal jadi sesuatu yang sepele? karena hal ini bisa jadi menunjukkan kepribadian si penulis skripsi atau CV atau apalah-itu yang ga teliti. apa ada perusahaan yang mau merekrut orang yang ga teliti? oke, gue mulai sok tua sekarang..</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">gue akuin semua tulisan gue yang berbahasa inggris memang belum 100% bener dalam ejaan dan grammar nya, but at least i'm trying to. kalopun gue ragu sama grammar atau ejaan yang gue tulis itu, gue ambil alternatif lain: kata-kata itu ga usah dipake. yeah, i confess i hate to be blamed, walopun itu cuma mengenai hal-hal kecil, seperti ejaan misalnya. because it makes me feel like a dumb, and i dont wanna be one. tapi, gue juga punya beberapa kata yang gue masih rancu tentang countable atau uncountable nya. misal: holiday. is it <span style="color:#cc33cc;">"holiday is a good day"</span> or <span style="color:#990000;">"holiday is good days"</span>? atau pemakaian day atau days nya itu diliat dari berapa hari liburan itu berlangsung? kalo cuma sehari maka pake day, tapi kalo lebih baru pake days? well then, it shows that i am not an english expert. yet.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6190616953154647407?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-66070233994877467262009-04-23T13:26:00.000+07:002009-04-24T18:58:36.606+07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/SfAKZ7grwYI/AAAAAAAAABg/Fcv2wRM20LQ/s1600-h/DSC08974+copy.jpgg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327769799767081346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zfoH93OKPE/SfAKZ7grwYI/AAAAAAAAABg/Fcv2wRM20LQ/s320/DSC08974+copy.jpgg.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><strong> <span style="font-size:85%;">so, here it is...</span></strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">kartu ini bikin gue merasa sedikit lebih dewasa beberapa hari terakhir ini. anyway, what card is this? yes, you name it! ini kartu tanda peserta UN gue. with my name on it, my not-so-cool photo, on it, my birthday, even my headmaster's name on it! yeah, this card is all i need on april 20-24. okay, forget about the use.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">jadi, apa yang bikin perasaan makin-dewasa dalam diri gue mencuat? okay, this card makes me think.. think a lot. dengan gue mendapat kartu ini di tangan, itu berarti masa SMA gue akan berakhir sebentar lagi, dalam 2 bulan ke depan mungkin? dan pisah dengan temen-temen yang selama ini gue temuin setiap harinya itu ga mudah. oke, gue bukan tipe cengeng, but well, when i think about it, something in my heart kinda get shocked. yeah, gue ga lebay, but that's just the truth. and it makes me think "gila ya, 3 taon bener-bener ga kerasa kali ini.." and how i wish i could turn back the time.. okay, i'm being overdramatic now..</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">perasaan "nyesek" yang gue rasain itupun makin kerasa "nyesek" ketika gue harus menghadapi kenyataan bahwa semua temen-temen gue bakal kuliah di tempat berbeda, bahkan negara yang berbeda. yeah, sebagian memang masih kuliah di kota-kota yang ga jauh dari Lampung sih. but still, it gets me thinking "seberapa deketnya kita satu sama lain juga ga mungkin kan kita tetep bisa kumpul tiap weekend kaya sekarang? with all the college stuffs, and maybe your boyfriends. life will be more about selfishness." ga munafik, memang begitu kan? that's university life..</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">but for whatever it will be, for how far we'll be separated, for how long we will not meet, i know y'all the best buddies ever! (:</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-6607023399487746726?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960450442392086779.post-5269344889292042672009-04-23T12:17:00.000+07:002009-04-24T18:57:49.153+07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">so, i have made this <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)">new</span> account here. why? well, the old one's kinda full of errors and i dont really like it. and -okay, i confess- i've got a new name for this. yeah, the more <span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)">sounds-cool</span> one.<br />yeah, i'll write about anything as many as i could.. (:</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4960450442392086779-526934488929204267?l=jcassandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jessica Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15139529003239148841noreply@blogger.com0