<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:42:02.228-08:00</updated><category term='About This Blog'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Album Review'/><category term='Academic'/><category term='The Story so Far'/><category term='books'/><category term='It&apos;s only...'/><category term='Diary Log'/><category term='John Fru'/><category term='junk posts'/><title type='text'>musicized me</title><subtitle type='html'>Expression is when you're at one with nothingness...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-7638292717245919065</id><published>2011-05-08T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T06:19:56.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Book Whore, I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ71gs2G6FgT_Tqyow_Obd4KZIIKlVqnOb22deZm_el84fZs952Rw" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ71gs2G6FgT_Tqyow_Obd4KZIIKlVqnOb22deZm_el84fZs952Rw" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to blog and blab and brag about music. That's where this blog got the name for. Actually I also have another side of strong addiction, called literature. I fell in love with books and literatures naturally since I was a child. "Trio Detektif" was my first novel-read and Gulliver's Travel was my first English-novel-read. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I fell in love with classic literatures very much since I just wanna think much about world itself. I also love Indonesian classic literatures but since the literatures were developed in this country just around 1920's, there's not much variation in their way of expressing. Hence, several great literatures are enough for me to make an inference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is not the case with world classic literatures, of course, since they varied widely from ancient ages to modern time, and from the Persian Gulf to the Japanese tea garden. It's just a wide open ocean of knowledge, ideas, and expressions with the unknown depth. I am practically drawn to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then started to collect books as my personal net worth increasing along the time. Here's the list of the book I intendedly or accidentally have now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Arthur Golden's Memoir of a Geisha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Homer's Odyssey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Feng Menglong's Ming Dinasty's Stories to warn the world (4 books)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Puccini's Madame Butterfly; an Opera Guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Miyamoto Musashi's sword philosophy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. err... OK, that's too much maybe, let me just get into the things I am currently reading...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Homer's Odyssey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Musashi's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Feng Menglong's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Multatuli's Max Havelaar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;trying to find and reading the rest volume of Cressida Cowell's How to Train Your Dragon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maxim Gorki's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a bunch of economic literatures from Easterly's critiques to the conventional growth theory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to Romer's Macroeconomics textbooks and a SEVERAL other bunch of journals...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I am a food whore, and book is definitely my daily food in this case...and they are becoming crunchier than ever as my examination coming towards me. Good luck to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-7638292717245919065?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7638292717245919065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=7638292717245919065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7638292717245919065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7638292717245919065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2011/05/book-whore-i-am.html' title='Book Whore, I am.'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-7755281622305815856</id><published>2011-04-28T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:34:54.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It Real</title><content type='html'>Tonight I have TONS of things to do...but I go stuck&lt;div&gt;My mind is stuck on those things again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eye can't stop lingering at one of my friends' online picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's there trying to catch her dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could be fame, it could be money, it could be respect, but among all other things, it must be him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went through it all for him. He is her dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I see her picture with him...a worth trying, buddy! (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's not the first who do that. I have another female friend who has done it all before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was searching for that man with her heart...with all of her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was at point that she didn't longer care about what they say about them anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made it. A success story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me...well, me...me also have had several "him", whom none of them I took a dare of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;none of them I was willing to do such thing for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;none of them I was trying to search for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...maybe none of them I give my heart to actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, but my point is tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got him tonight to soothe me when I go crazy in mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I feel pathetically exhausted, discouraged, yet overwhelmed by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's my way out tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made it real for me tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could he make it real again for any other night? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-7755281622305815856?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7755281622305815856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=7755281622305815856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7755281622305815856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7755281622305815856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2011/04/make-it-real.html' title='Make It Real'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-5362174374884512601</id><published>2011-02-11T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T05:07:47.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Log'/><title type='text'>She's just My Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Today I met my friend on the mall. It's an ordinary mall, another ordinary day in our long-lasting friendship. I've known her for almost the last 10 years and we have been friends ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;She came with her little sister. We went shopping together. She's the eldest child in her family with her three little siblings. Her mother had passed away. Her father's business was quite often having a disastrous difficulties and the fortune goddess seemed to put the star on her. Then she became the bread-winner in her family. She's very strong, I have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I went shopping many times with my other friends and usually ended up in some upscale stores scanning the fancy apparels and other cute things, but shopping with her today was at least, slightly different. We went to the grocery store. She and her sister picked up the detergent, the cooking oil, and other leave-it-to-your-mother-stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I am still having my mother at home. She's the one who usually picks up those things and ensures that the stock will always be properly adequate. Well, me, too, more or less, a kind of bread-winner in my family now. I am adequately paid doing the jobs that I loved, the ones that I'm gratefully embracing in my life. I used to raid off the grocery store by myself thinking about the stocks in my house and starting to pick up the things like flour, jelly powder, chili sauce, noodles, milk, and slowly trying to back up my mother's role. I love cooking and love to set up my mind in a way that making me a-wife-and-mother-material-girl. I do it all along for "fun", at my own interest. I used to think that I'm the rare one, minority-kind, until today I saw the bigger responsibilities had been taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Finally, at cashier, a toddler in a stroller beside me stared at me. He's a boy. I smiled and rubbed his hair. Ah, kids...I will have them someday hopefully. I always want them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;and my friend continued her shopping time with her sister. They went to the restaurant. I went home and said hello to my home-made lasagna at the afternoon. (January 23, 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-5362174374884512601?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5362174374884512601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=5362174374884512601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/5362174374884512601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/5362174374884512601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2011/02/shes-just-my-age.html' title='She&apos;s just My Age'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-8197188029606194309</id><published>2010-09-18T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T06:28:57.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Pinkerton Diaries: a Diary of an Ordinary Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NB: Pinkerton is Weezer's second studio album released at 1996. However, this post is not an album review, it's a book review :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TJS5GKos7TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WBcgUng6pSs/s1600/200px-Weezer_Pinkerton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TJS5GKos7TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WBcgUng6pSs/s400/200px-Weezer_Pinkerton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518238959021124914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have reviewed this Weezer album before on this &lt;a href="http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/search/label/Album%20Review"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. However, somehow I want to write something about this one-of-the-greatest-rock-album-ever again. It's because lately, when I randomly surfed the web about that favorite band of mine, I found an &lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/Bz4hElnlwX0LzkSA-YK0K7PKU2Ok2qHuYFAjsYZARe1sz7VnC-5kTZl099o2X*zvmfevTBJW9gwlkflv0uXaruoG7IqZvCrA/Weezer_Kerrangfeature2.jpeg"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;a href="http://weezerpedia.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rivers_Cuomo#Biography"&gt;Rivers Cuomo&lt;/a&gt; (Weezer's frontman, lead singer, lead songwriter, and lead guitarist), the one that act as a Pinkerton's narrator, will finally open the book of his personal diary from Pinkerton era, and I was just...wooww...just because that deeply personal album also remarked an unspoken deep meaning to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, let me start reviewing the Pinkerton, again, from the perspective of mine. Pinkerton is a journal of a frustrated confused man craving the love of his life and his unattainable, unreachable girls. It tells me the story of how hard it could be to find a perfect fit of yours in this life. It started with the realization of what a human crave most from a relationship, that the relationship is way more than a physical need. Then the man tells the world that he want to shy away from a girl who captured his attention just because he's afraid of being hurt anymore. He justified his fear by keeping a thought that what he felt for the girl was nothing more than temporarily sexual attraction, but in the end of the song he felt like he was going crazy then he asked someone to knock him on the head just to make him sane. That's the story of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Why Bother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (one of my most favorite track on this album).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man is a kind of public figure that he received so many fan-letters. One of those letters was capturing his heart and he fell in love with the girl who sent the letters to him though he didn't even know her. It's the story of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Across the Sea"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and the review could be found on my older &lt;a href="http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/search/label/Album%20Review"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then comes another adventure of love for that man. This time, he fell in love all over again to a girl. He then strongly felt that the girl also felt the same way like he did. However, this man didn't have enough courage to approach the girl and so did the girl. Then it was like a dead-end love story. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(El Scorcho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man then turned and looked the other way where he find another girl that impressed him much. He even finally thought to marry this girl, but unfortunately, he found this girl to be lesbian. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Pink Triangle)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, the man in the question have summoned the courage to speak to "El Scorcho" girl, and yes, he's right....that girl also fell in love with him for all of this time. However, this man somehow felt like he didn't deserve that girl. He spilled out his irrational fears of falling for her from the awkward feeling that he was a lot older than the girl and another fears...but yes he, again, started to think to settle down, this time with the "El Scorcho" girl. My favorite part of this chapter is when the man said (on his mind, maybe) to the girl that he wanted to "&lt;i&gt;....get fat and old with you"&lt;/i&gt;. That's really a sweet thought a man can have :) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Fall For You)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, this album is closed by a song about a man who abandoned a girl that he loves so much just because he couldn't take it. It's not really clear what kind of situation that made him had to leave her, but he said sorry sincerely...over and over again. My favorite line in this ending part is when the man said &lt;i&gt;"I guess you're as real as me. Maybe I can't live without, maybe I need fantasy, life of chasing butterfly. I 'm so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;rry for what I did..."&lt;/i&gt; ("Butterfly". I have once posted this line in my Facebook status sometime around the early part of this year and was shocked by the responses of it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, the conclusion is, the man (a.k.a the Pinkerton's narrator), in my opinion is a pathetic miserable frustrated far-from-fearless guy chasing around his true love...but it's just so humanistic. The Pinkerton's narrator is no one but Rivers Cuomo  himself, so we can guess how personal and precious this album for him and how it felt like knowing that your personal art was very bad in the eye of people that you think would like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TJS7Shkwz8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/tJQnBrbD4j0/s400/rivers-cuomo.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 380px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518241370360303554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, more than a decade later since that album came out, many Weezer fans realized the deeply emotion of that album and considered it as one of the best album Weezer ever released. Rolling Stones Magazine even re-review that album and uprising its star to the maximum (3 star out of 5 in 1996 and become 5 star out of 5 in 2004). Rivers also had been through many changing seasons of his life along that time and thank God he is now happily married and having a 3 years-old cute daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, as he looked back on his pasts, Pinkerton remained a kind of darkly emotional session of Rivers' life that he could not remove, rather, he open those pages again this year with a brand new existing circumstances of his life (as a married man, as a father, and still as a frontman of one of the biggest rock band on this planet) through what he called as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"The Pinkerton Diaries"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the book containing about 200 pages that he wrote and will be launched this year. Sure I will be waiting for that book to be published and very looking forward to read that...or in other words, I HAVE to read that book! Not only the book, Rivers will also release his third solo album titled "Alone" (I have the first two "Alone" album by Rivers) this year, this time, it will be more about "Pinkerton" session. Weezer also will release their compilation of demos and other unreleased materials, again, from around "Pinkerton" era at November 2010. Their album will called "Death to False Metal" (and I HAVE to have this album also).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why this Pinkerton things amaze and amuse me so much is what I don't know up to this time. I think I've never been through that kind of darkly emotional session in my life though I have passed several heartaches, and in my opinion, regarding its passiveness and lack of courage, Pinkerton was still written from the male perspective, and I am female, so I'm not that way to some extent. In addition, I think I haven't related with any man who have been through "Pinkerton" session on his life (maybe I have but I deceive, or I have but unrealized). Hence, I don't know how this Pinkerton things affected me so much, but somehow I feel like this is (gonna be) something to me, so I don't ignore my curiosity. For me, Pinkerton is all about an ordinary man that is craving love so desperately in his life, but he's nothing but desperate frustrated confused man with all his passiveness and lack of courage. He may considered himself as a man without an adequate appeal, jerk, insane, insecure, and didn't deserve to be with a good girl, though he wanted it so much.....but most of all, in my opinion, he's just an ordinary man. Yes, he is a geek, nerdy, weird, quirky, pathetic guy. Although he is far from perfect (who was perfect by the way?), but he was handing his heart to the girl that he loves. It's just nothing but a sweet white love, although he has a lot of trouble expressing it....but that kind of love will ask you nothing, will hide itself from the world, so that it will be just for you. Maybe it's all that I need. Maybe that's why I love Pinkerton's narrator so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TJS7Z8ZPoFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s3aDhQzk1Yk/s400/Rivers1.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 174px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518241497818832978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-8197188029606194309?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/8197188029606194309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=8197188029606194309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/8197188029606194309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/8197188029606194309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/09/pinkerton-diaries-diary-of-ordinary-man.html' title='Pinkerton Diaries: a Diary of an Ordinary Man'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TJS5GKos7TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WBcgUng6pSs/s72-c/200px-Weezer_Pinkerton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-732275610513929185</id><published>2010-09-08T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:07:01.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest</title><content type='html'>Last year, I had a dream about something precious&lt;br /&gt;Something that had never been mine&lt;br /&gt;Something that I know from the start that it would leads to nothing&lt;div&gt;Then, I left it behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no heart feeling whatsoever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, my life has taken me to the point that I've never imagine before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of these things were never in my plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although these circumstances often hurt me bad, I know that I must go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it seems that everything that I want is taken away from me, but who I got to blame? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nobody but me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year, of course I don't have any idea about where my life will go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm sure He knows everything about my motives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows me, He knows my heart, my mind, my life quest, regardless what the world say about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm sure that He saves the best for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my only hope about next year's circumstances will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing but no frontiers whatsoever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NB: Do you think that all of those blog posts in this blog explains MUCH about me? Sorry, but you're wrong, folks! Yes, they try to explain the corners of my mind, but I'm just like a diamond, this blog only reveals one side of me of much more, and I'm not sharing as much as you think I am. To know me is to confront me instead, slowly, gradually, extensively. No other way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-732275610513929185?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/732275610513929185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=732275610513929185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/732275610513929185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/732275610513929185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/09/quest.html' title='Quest'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-126327849508745483</id><published>2010-07-24T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T06:28:51.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone I Need</title><content type='html'>so much craziness surrounding me&lt;div&gt;so much going on, it gets hard to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when all my faith has gone, you bring it back to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...you make it real for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I'm not sure of my priorities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I've lost site of where I meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...you make it real for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;and I'm running to you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;coz you are the only one who save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;that's why I've been missing you lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;coz you make it real for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my head is strong, but my heart is weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm full of hurricanes and uncertainties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;when I can't find the words, you teach my heart to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...you make it real for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody's talking in words I don't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you got to be the only one who knows just who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're shining in the distance, I hope I can make it through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz the only place that I want to be...is right back home with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I guess this so much more...I have to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;but if you're here with me, I know which way to turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you always give me somewhere...somewhere I can run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...you make it real for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music and Lyrics by James Morrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... if only You give me the one who make it real for me, then I hope that I know that's the time when I will search no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-126327849508745483?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/126327849508745483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=126327849508745483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/126327849508745483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/126327849508745483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/07/someone-i-need.html' title='Someone I Need'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-2792472392807386722</id><published>2010-07-13T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T08:13:44.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this page suggested, me is the person who appreciates music very much...but lately, after carefully considering many trustworthy and reliable music sources...I found that part of my taste in music is categorized as "Geek Rock"...Heck!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are they categorized as "geek"? I mean, yes I like Weezer very much...and Rivers (the frontman of Weezer) is a lovable guy. You know, he's a very talented musician, he makes many great compositions (the Blue Album is indeed the strong evidence of it), and he's a Harvard graduate....with a straight-A-student reputation. Is he geek? I think he's a genius,hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I also like Ozma, the band from Pasadena, CA. Their songs are really meaningful and strong in lyrics, I think. I also like The Strokes, White Stripes, and other "geek" rockers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't get it why they are categorized as "geek".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because their often-off-the-key notes on their songs? But, hey, it's not coincidence. That's just EXACTLY how they perform the keys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because their lyrics is not as "flirt" as it should be? But, hey, they don't need to blabbing the words of love all around...think about their lyrics for a while, then you'll be surprised how the simple truth could reveal such deep revelations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or...is it simply because they are overly unconventionally smart so that it's hard for many people (me also, because sometimes it took me months to understand the meaning of their songs, musically and wordy) to just get them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but....whatever....Geek Rock for life! Rock on! \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TDyCIkDNiWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fYi-4sZbogc/s400/weezer.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 128px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493408729112873314" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TDyCh7QDZZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/k91f1vz8K1U/s400/ozma.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 89px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493409164837479826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-2792472392807386722?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/2792472392807386722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=2792472392807386722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/2792472392807386722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/2792472392807386722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/07/geek-rock.html' title='Geek Rock'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TDyCIkDNiWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fYi-4sZbogc/s72-c/weezer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-4512295754716823981</id><published>2010-07-05T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:21:04.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Log'/><title type='text'>Supertstitious One</title><content type='html'>I'm not a person who believe in the superstitious ones...I consider myself (and always try to be) a true believer...but, yes, I believe with all my heart all of the supernatural things, that we are just a small fraction of this universe, and there's so many things in this life that happen all around us without being able to be notifiable enough for our five senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that what's coming from the heart will always reach the heart, too...no matter odds it would be. Then I start to consult my heart for many things, something that I never ever bother before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my heart starts speaking. Here's what it said to me this night:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm on the right track. Yes, I slipped through off the track sometimes, but I have come back for more immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm swimming through different river than before, now. However I don't know whether it would end up at the same damn dark blue ocean again, just like before, because all that I can see through now is just a plain dark blue ocean ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I still can remember what it felt like in the middle of the dark ocean. It's calm...overly calm. It's dark, too. No wind, no waves, no light. I couldn't feel anything. I wasn't sad. I wasn't happy either, of course. I couldn't even try to do anything because nothing left to try. I was totally numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to be on that situation again? No. Of course all I want to reach in the end is the island in the sun....where everything feels so fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me look the situation now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My current river flows on the same line with my old rivers&lt;br /&gt;- It combines the "nightmares" derived from my old rivers&lt;br /&gt;- The more I see the less I know, the more I like to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet my heart still says nothing about whether I would end up at the same ocean like before, same darkness, same nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I remember one thing about being in the middle of dark blue ocean. I still could feel the rain starts falling...streaming down my face...freezing me inside...so I hope I won't stop praying when the waters fall, 'coz standing in the rain ain't gonna leave me dry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Aarggh...it's 11:19...nobody is missing me now, the superstitious one said :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-4512295754716823981?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/4512295754716823981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=4512295754716823981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/4512295754716823981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/4512295754716823981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/07/supertstitious-one.html' title='Supertstitious One'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-1654795098980609458</id><published>2010-06-17T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:03:13.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angin Malam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBpHAVfs5_I/AAAAAAAAADw/nzYFt8g6-N8/s1600/Badai_Pasti_Berlalu_1977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBpHAVfs5_I/AAAAAAAAADw/nzYFt8g6-N8/s400/Badai_Pasti_Berlalu_1977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483773567372683250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih malam Piala Dunia 2010 hari ini...entah kenapa aku tak tertarik sedikit juga untuk ikut merasakan hangatnya euforia Greece vs Nigeria...&lt;br /&gt;Bagiku malam ini agak dingin, dengan suhu 26 derajat Celsius saja di luar sana, menurut termometer di tab-browser-ku...tapi angin malam yang berhembus semilir menurunkannya beberapa derajat, kurasa...&lt;br /&gt;Pikiranku entah mengapa melayang...jauh ke belakang...ke masa-masa belasan tahun yang lalu...hati ini jadi ikut terasa dingin...&lt;br /&gt;Hati ini pun mencari...kepingan pikiran yang terjatuh di masa itu, di mana akal sehat dan segala rasionalisme yang dapat terkomputasi oleh sel-sel otakku sekarang tak bisa menembusnya...sedikit saja ingatan tentang itu...sekeping suasana yang terbesit di hati...&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang kemudian menggelitik melintas hati ini....bayangan tentang hari Minggu&lt;br /&gt;bayangan tentang es krim&lt;br /&gt;bayangan tentang dendangan itu&lt;br /&gt;dan aku pun temukan lagi lagu itu....Angin Malam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku putar...ia pun memutar kembali memoriku tentang masa itu...membawaku tamasya ke sana...jauh meninggalkan semua hal yang terjadi sekarang...lagu itu membuatku tersenyum...aku bisa mendengarkannya semalaman ini, kurasa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan lagu itu pun telah menjadi angin malam-ku malam ini...persis seperti yang dapat diungkapkannya melalui untaian sajak tak terikatnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angin malam yang berhembus di tengah malam yang pekat memang bisa berarti lebih dari satu hal.&lt;br /&gt;ia bisa membuat malam menjadi semakin dingin&lt;br /&gt;ia bisa membuat malam sedikit membuatmu tersenyum&lt;br /&gt;ia bisa jadi bukan apa-apa...hanya halusinasimu yang berharap bahwa malam tidak hanya pekat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*by the way...this is my first post ever written in "Bahasa Indonesia yang baik dan benar". 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Love Songs</title><content type='html'>This post is inspired by one of the thread in &lt;a href="http://www.kaskus.us/showthread.php?t=1743099"&gt;Kaskus&lt;/a&gt;. I then start to think that it would be nice if I do the similar thing in my blog...and, as my blog title suggested...it would be very relevant. It's not an easy task for me to list down my favorite tracks because I simply could not make them ranked. Each of them rules my heart and mind in very different ways...and I may make some kind of this post several times in the future. So, as the beginning of &lt;a href="http://worldcup.kompas.com/matches"&gt;World Cup 2010&lt;/a&gt;, ups...as the beginning of my top-listed-songs posts...let me let you know about 10 songs that I consider as the best love songs. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Rainy Day - The Corrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBI-inYSJzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8YK6mkTo9RM/s1600/The+corrs.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBI-inYSJzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8YK6mkTo9RM/s400/The+corrs.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481512460870625074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, you're right. I have The Corrs at 10th position. I'm currently really enjoying their songs and having theirs on my everyday playlist, although they had been my favorite since I was in Junior High School. This song represent me so well these days, I just feel so. It makes this song so much "terngiang-ngiang" in my head recently, alongside many other of The Corrs'. Moreover, I really feel that my voice recites Andrea's very well in this song,hahaha. Here's the "terngiang-ngiang" line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seated, with a man she knows she shouldn't be with&lt;br /&gt;but in his eyes, the lies surprised, something she's been needing&lt;br /&gt;a certain touch within her voice can tell you what she's feeling&lt;br /&gt;I want you, need you, yeah, I want you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be lying here waiting, hoping the love will come my way&lt;br /&gt;but if the sun's still shining I'll save it for another day (save it for the rainy day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJBFuywlmI/AAAAAAAAACA/cZDcNuNAkcg/s1600/dido.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJBFuywlmI/AAAAAAAAACA/cZDcNuNAkcg/s400/dido.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481515263179396706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;9. Here with me - Dido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song for giving one of the best reason to stay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I am what I amI do what I want, but I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe, until you're resting here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8. Ring - Lobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not a country music fan, but Lobo is indeed my favorite artist. And...among all of his melancholic country songs, this one that I love the most. It tells you the story of how the two hearts meeting from the very beginning. It starts with the telephone ring, then move into the door bell ring, and then ends with the wedding bell ring. That's how this song got its name, I guess, which is kind of genius yet remain sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;7. Layla - Eric Clapton (Unplugged) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJbjp42GEI/AAAAAAAAADY/PdhCUZlXX_4/s1600/eric.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJbjp42GEI/AAAAAAAAADY/PdhCUZlXX_4/s400/eric.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481544364561143874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the finest song in one of the finest unplugged album ever. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;6. At My Most Beautiful - REM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJLJ-yN-uI/AAAAAAAAACg/CHEgxxGESoU/s1600/REM.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJLJ-yN-uI/AAAAAAAAACg/CHEgxxGESoU/s400/REM.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481526331307850466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every time I hear this song, I just start to daydream,hehe...the melody, the heartfelt lyric...one of the sweetest...but the heartbreaking thing about it was that it's still doubtful whether this song is dedicated to a woman or a man (hyaaa)...but surely Michael has written one of the most romantic love song ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found the way to make you, I found the way....a way to make you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At my most beautiful, I count your eyelashes, secretly with everyone whisper I love  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. You and I - Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJReI5Mk9I/AAAAAAAAACw/RJAy4r568xM/s1600/a+day+at+the+races.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJReI5Mk9I/AAAAAAAAACw/RJAy4r568xM/s400/a+day+at+the+races.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481533274688623570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeeyy...it's top 5, and it begins with one of my top favorite artists of all time, Queen. However, among all of their greatest love hits like "Love of My Life" or "Somebody to Love", I picked "You and I" as one of my top-listed-love song from their second album, "A Day at the Races". That's my fav album of Queen. About this band, I used to be some kinda non-mainstream fan because my favorite track of Queen includes this one as well as "You Take My Breath Away", "Lazying on the Sunday Afternoon", "The Millionaire Waltz", and their other classics which you may not familiar with, not like "We are the Champion" or maybe "We Will Rock You" that resound all over the world for the taste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why I picked up this song is because I secretly really hope that this will be my soundtrack someday, just exactly as it said on this song, of course with my significant others. I'm serious :D. Here's the "magical" line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll go walking in....in the mooooonnnnlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walking in the mooooonnnnlight :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJTy1SQokI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9vS-jCq0VvQ/s1600/chicago.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJTy1SQokI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9vS-jCq0VvQ/s400/chicago.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481535829225546306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Baby What a Big Surprise - Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If my top five was nothing but a wishful thinking, maybe it's just the way it is..at least that's what happened until this fourth position. Hope it could be true for me one day...and yeah, Chicago has one of the best musical arrangement, in my opinion. Hoist David Foster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday it seemed to me, my life was nothing more than wasting time&lt;br /&gt;but here you softly slowly change my mind.........&lt;br /&gt;Baby what a big surprise, right before my very eyes......&lt;br /&gt;then you came to stay&lt;br /&gt;Now, it mend just like before&lt;br /&gt;I think about the love I've thrown awaybut now it doesn't matter anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJWjGT2beI/AAAAAAAAADA/-D7dYiZLCjI/s1600/genesis.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJWjGT2beI/AAAAAAAAADA/-D7dYiZLCjI/s400/genesis.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481538857452596706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Behind the Lines - Genesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Genesis is certainly my most favorite progressive rock band ever and this live album is really great, but this love song was even more special for me. This song says it all. I merely could not say much about it. It's written in the book, just like it said :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;The sunny's hotter than I have felt before, but I feel so cold, and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;If the fire within your heart can beat the storm, then I really believe, oh, you're gonna make it right&lt;br /&gt;Time has come now, we got to show our feeling&lt;br /&gt;but I'm looking my tune, your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;but whatever happen to you, it's too late to change now&lt;br /&gt;coz' there is nowhere you can run to, no place to hide, ah, you let me down...&lt;br /&gt;but I can only stay if you've the will to keep me here....Oh, Lord...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's written in the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2. Till there was you - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJYpE14LfI/AAAAAAAAADI/hH0SyGnktIA/s1600/beatles.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJYpE14LfI/AAAAAAAAADI/hH0SyGnktIA/s400/beatles.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481541159160917490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This simple love song has a very deep meaning, in my opinion. It tells you that you are simply nothing and not able to feel anything without the one you love the most. It's from "With The Beatles" album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Still.....You Turn Me On - Emerson, Lake and Palmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJZw9uwezI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tV_77C5gYag/s1600/ELP.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBJZw9uwezI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tV_77C5gYag/s400/ELP.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481542394202585906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is the champion! I really love the way Greg wrote, arrange and sang it. It even tears me up while smiling when I listen to this piece of great art. It's not about ordinary love. It's about unconditional love. I hope someday I will love a man like this and being loved in return just like this. If I found someone like that, I think that must be the one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me tell you something, you just couldn't be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see I really have to tell you, that it all get so intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From my experience, it just doesn't seem to make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but still.....you turn me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, you can have your own top-listed love songs since more than 80% of the ever-been-created songs talked about love, I guess. For me, me myself could not even decide whether these songs are really as great as I put them on my list, since there are many more great love songs out there. The 311's "Love Song" is simply my favorite too with its simple yet honest lyric...many of The Corr's song will also do (maybe I should write another post specially dedicated for this band)...and don't forget about many many other Queen's or Beatles' that I have no further opinion about just because they're just simply unspeakably beautiful love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-1861656643420979928?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1861656643420979928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=1861656643420979928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1861656643420979928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1861656643420979928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-great-est-love-songs.html' title='10 Great (est?) Love Songs'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/TBI-inYSJzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8YK6mkTo9RM/s72-c/The+corrs.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-5881299487981247713</id><published>2010-06-05T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:14:20.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quipped Song</title><content type='html'>The girl is fool, she broke the rules, she hurt him hard&lt;br /&gt;this time he will break down...&lt;br /&gt;She's lost his trust and so she must, know all is lost&lt;br /&gt;the system has broke down&lt;br /&gt;romance has broke down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy is cracking up&lt;br /&gt;this boy has broken down&lt;br /&gt;this boy is cracking up&lt;br /&gt;this boy has broke down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she plays it hard, she plays it tough&lt;br /&gt;but that's enough the love is over&lt;br /&gt;she's broke his heart and that is rough&lt;br /&gt;but in the end he'll soon recover&lt;br /&gt;romance is over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending my money in the old town&lt;br /&gt;it's not the same, honey, with you not around&lt;br /&gt;been spending my time, in the old town&lt;br /&gt;sure I miss you, honey, but you're not around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff....I wish I could treat my man much more better next time...and the upcoming will be my last...my and his very very last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-5881299487981247713?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5881299487981247713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=5881299487981247713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/5881299487981247713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/5881299487981247713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/06/quipped-song.html' title='Quipped Song'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-3592025331060632712</id><published>2010-06-05T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:34:53.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s only...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk posts'/><title type='text'>A Reason to Stay</title><content type='html'>I didn't hear you leave&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how am I still here&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna move a thing&lt;br /&gt;it might change my memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;but I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe, until you're resting here  with me&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave, I can't hide, I cannot be, until you're resting here with  me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Stay'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-7146854048835545997</id><published>2010-05-05T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:23:43.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk posts'/><title type='text'>My Favourite Song-quote recently</title><content type='html'>"I'd like to change my point of view. I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for you...but nothing ever happens, and I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stepping around in a dessert of joy, maybe anyhow I'll get another toy, and everything will happen...and you'll wonder" Fool's Garden-Lemon Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They say that I should want to stand for what I don't believe. I'm sick and thinking to myself, what kind a man could live?" Lobo-Big Red Kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's lost his will, he can't decide. He doesn't know who's right or wrong. But there's one thing that he sure of, this has been going on too long" Lily Allen-Him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-7146854048835545997?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7146854048835545997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=7146854048835545997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7146854048835545997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7146854048835545997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-favourite-song-quote-recently.html' title='My Favourite Song-quote recently'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-7538703824979962732</id><published>2010-04-10T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:11:12.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academic'/><title type='text'>Summerschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ga biasanya saya nulis blog dengan bahasa negeri sendiri begini.&lt;br /&gt;Entah kenapa setiap kali menulis sesuatu yang sifatnya non-akademis, lebih enak kalau pakai bahasa bule, kayaknya lebih eskpresif aja (atau malah bisa menyembunyikan maksud dan tujuan yang sebenarnya? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kali ini saya lagi ingin nulis blog dengan bahasa Indonesia yang ga baku. Jadi, postingan kali ini memang agak beda dari biasanya, ga cuma dari segi bahasa, tapi juga isi. Postingan kali ini lebih pengen ke arah curhat ga jelas (lah, emang biasanya tentang apa?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanjut S2 keluar negeri, seperti yang jadi impian banyak orang yang saya kenal di dalam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;circle of friend &lt;/span&gt;saya, bukan menjadi impian saya sama sekali. Ada beribu alasan kenapa begitu, yang kalau dijelaskan panjang x lebar x tinggi selain ga selesai-selesai, belum tentu juga orang akhirnya ngerti. Yang jelas, keputusan saya untuk tidak mau mencari &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;link2 &lt;/span&gt;atau beasiswa S2 keluar negeri sudah bulat dan merupakan keputusan yang saya pertimbangkan sejak lama sekali, lebih dari setahun yang lalu. Tapi, meskipun ga minat lanjut S2 keluar negeri, bukan berarti saya sama sekali ga minat sekolah di luar negeri looh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summerschool&lt;/span&gt;-ing. Yup, itu jawabannya. Saya memang ga mau ngejar gelar sebenarnya, tapi ngejar ilmu (uhuk-uhuk). Bahkan sebenarnya, f&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or the sake of knowledge,&lt;/span&gt; saya malah pingin belajar yang lain selain ekonomi untuk ke depannya, jadi nih ilmu ga lagi dikembangkan ke analisis permintaan-penawaran, IS-LM, Solow Growth Model, dan kawan2-nya seperti dulu pas jaman S1, tapi mungkin ke &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psychology theory &lt;/span&gt;atau cabang2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;social sciences&lt;/span&gt; lainnya. Tapi mengingat saya pingin jadi pengajar, maka kayaknya mau tak mau, suka tak suka, rela tak rela emang mesti punya gelar S2 Ekonomi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, intinya, dalam hidup ini saya pikir gelar akademis ga hakiki, dan oleh karenanya, summerschool menjadi alternatif saya. Enak toh, belajar paling cuma sekian bulan aja, tanpa gelar, tapi dapet ilmu, sekalian jalan2 pula, hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingin banget sebenarnya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;summerschool-ing&lt;/span&gt; ekonometrika. Ga umum memang, tapi bagi saya, sayang kalo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;summerschool&lt;/span&gt; itu cuma untuk belajar isu yang sifatnya "general" seperti c&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;onflict studies, humanity, governance,&lt;/span&gt; dsb, apalagi kalo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;case study&lt;/span&gt; atau ruang lingkup pelajarannya bukan ttg Indonesia, karena itu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to some extent &lt;/span&gt;bisa dipelajari sendiri atau bahkan akan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;internalized&lt;/span&gt; ke dalam materi kuliah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post graduate &lt;/span&gt;nantinya. Mendingan ngambil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;summerschool &lt;/span&gt;yang sifatnya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tools &lt;/span&gt;aja sekalian, seperti &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dynamic optimization&lt;/span&gt; mungkin (ada ga ya?) atau topik2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;econometrics&lt;/span&gt; (sebenarnya kadang saya bingung, saya tuh S.E. sarjana ekonomi atau sarjana ekonomet, hahahaahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas lagi iseng siang bolong hari sabtu gini buka2 blog yang udah debuan gara2 jarang dibuka ini, seperti biasa iseng main ke blog tetangga, dan tetangga terdekat saya (virtual maupun bukan) adalah Saudari Azia yang memang punya passion yang ga biasa terhadap Belanda entah kenapa. Nah, langsung deh ada link &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kompetiblog2010.studidibelanda.com/"&gt;kompetiblog&lt;/a&gt; yang ngasih beasiswa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;summerschool &lt;/span&gt;ke Belanda dengan syarat nulis sesuatu yang menginspirasi orang untuk sekolah ke Belanda. Menarik, apalagi hadiah keduanya netbook dan yang ketiga iPod touch (mayanlah,hihi). Tapi kendala saya adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helloooo....I know nothing about Dutch&lt;/span&gt;, sodara2!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Besides &lt;/span&gt;Arjen Robben, lampu Philips, Edam Cheese, cokelat Van Houten, dan semua cerita ttg penjajahan itu. S&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o, how could I write anything about Dutch Innovation at all???&lt;/span&gt; Memang mereka berinovasi dalam hal apa? Apa hebatnya mereka itu? hahahahaahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Salah satu kriteria penjuriannya adalah "Interaksi pemilik blog dengan pembacanya termasuk promosi tulisan  melalui Facebook dan twitter". Hoalah...saya paling tidak jago dalam hal beginian. Udah nih tulisan kalaupun jadi sangat berpotensi menjadi tulisan kelas "alay", dan....saya biasanya payah dalam menggaet orang membaca tulisan saya (iya ga ya?) dan kalaupun mereka membaca tulisan saya..."mereka" alias teman2 FB saya itu biasanya malah akan  kasih komen yang OOT bgt...jadi bukannya mempromosikan tulisan saya di mata juri, tapi yang ada bisa-bisa malah cuma bikin para juri geleng2 kepala, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ini yang paling sensitif: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me lack of passion about Dutch&lt;/span&gt;. Kebalikannya teman saya, saya sangat biasa2 aja sama negara yang satu ini. Kalau saya disuruh bikin tulisan semacam ini tentang negara lain seperti Italy atau yang lainnya, saya mungkin lebih punya ide. Tapi Dutch??? umm...sekarat ide!!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapiii....ada beberapa program yang menarik hati saya di Utrecht Univ. seperti &lt;a href="http://www.utrechtsummerschool.nl/index.php?type=courses&amp;amp;code=S4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Multivariate Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; atau &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.utrechtsummerschool.nl/index.php?type=courses&amp;amp;code=S14"&gt;Multilevel Analysis&lt;/a&gt;....jadi pengen...sejenak melepaskan kehidupan di Depok dan Salemba,hwehehehe....  gimana dong jadinya ini saudara2??? Aku mauuuu....tapi maluuuuuu.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, bahasa saya udah nyaingin cincay laurah belom??? udah kayak es campur ini... wkwkwkwk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-7538703824979962732?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7538703824979962732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=7538703824979962732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7538703824979962732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7538703824979962732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/summerschool.html' title='Summerschool'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-6522946682242836493</id><published>2010-04-10T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:04:25.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s only...'/><title type='text'>Look</title><content type='html'>Look at the corner of your room, maybe you'll find the dust&lt;br /&gt;Look at some of those photographs, maybe you'll find the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stories I love, maybe you'll find out what I'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;Look at the people around you, maybe you'll find out how much they care about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out to your soul sincerely, maybe you'll find the honesty&lt;br /&gt;Look out to me within, maybe you'll find some place that you can fill in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, look out again to your faith, maybe you'll pray for Him immediately to be with me only...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-6522946682242836493?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/6522946682242836493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=6522946682242836493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/6522946682242836493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/6522946682242836493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/look.html' title='Look'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-4945325379705445576</id><published>2010-04-01T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:25:54.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of my life, whenever I may find you</title><content type='html'>I'm not looking for someone to talk to, I've got my friends, I'm more than okay&lt;br /&gt;I've got more than a girl could wish for, I live my dreams, but it's not all they say&lt;br /&gt;still I believe&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing something real&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who really sees me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wake up alone anymore...&lt;br /&gt;still believing you'll walk through my door&lt;br /&gt;all I need is to know it's for sure, then I'll give....all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wondered if love's an illusion&lt;br /&gt;just to get you through the loneliest days...&lt;br /&gt;I can't criticized it, I had no hesitation&lt;br /&gt;my imagination just stole me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I believe...I'm missing something real...&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who really sees me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna wake up alone anymore...&lt;br /&gt;still believing you'll walk through my door&lt;br /&gt;all I need is to know it's for sure, then I'll give....all the love in  the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for a lifetime, not for a moment, so how could I throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;I'm only human, and nights grow colder, with no one who loves me that way...&lt;br /&gt;yeah I need someone who really sees me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I won't wake up alone anymore...&lt;br /&gt;still believing you'll walk through my door...&lt;br /&gt;you'll reach for me and I'll know it's for sure&lt;br /&gt;then I'll give....all the love in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for my future hubby, wherever I may find you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhg3lBGFeac&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhg3lBGFeac&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-love-in-world.html' title='For the love of my life, whenever I may find you'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-6086158114529384660</id><published>2010-03-29T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T05:54:23.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct</title><content type='html'>Is it wise enough to say that I'm better off without you?&lt;br /&gt;Is it cool enough to fake? Coz all that I've been breathing is about you.&lt;br /&gt;Is it cool enough to flow from the head until my toe&lt;br /&gt;but somehow I don't really know, coz all that I've been doing is without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that you inside my head?&lt;br /&gt;Is that you inside who said I've become someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on and on my mind keep says "This is not..." but I believe that this is where it ends.&lt;br /&gt;and on and on my mind is made up that this weird never stops...&lt;br /&gt;alone....again...alone...again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that you inside my head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-6086158114529384660?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/6086158114529384660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=6086158114529384660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/6086158114529384660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/6086158114529384660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/03/direct.html' title='Direct'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-1665980747674968085</id><published>2010-01-03T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T03:02:14.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album Review'/><title type='text'>Pinkerton: The Rivers' End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/S0BnGHGeb_I/AAAAAAAAABg/pnY-hadlBQQ/s1600-h/200px-Weezer_Pinkerton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/S0BnGHGeb_I/AAAAAAAAABg/pnY-hadlBQQ/s400/200px-Weezer_Pinkerton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422447306037161970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pinkerton, the second album of Weezer, which was released at September 1996, is the most enchanting album of them for me. It was released just after Rivers Cuomo, the frontman of Weezer, had begun his study at Harvard University. Despite its bearish selling, actually one of the worst selling album of Weezer, it's really emotional and personal that make it the best Weezer album ever for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album is named after the the character B.F. Pinkerton from Puccini's opera &lt;a href="http://weezerpedia.com/wiki/index.php?title=Madame_Butterfly" title="Madame Butterfly"&gt;Madame Butterfly&lt;/a&gt;, and the album plays as a concept album based loosely around the opera. Just like the opera itself, this album is much affected by the Japanese culture. Its cover is &lt;a href="http://weezerpedia.com/wiki/index.php?title=Kambara_yoru_no_yuki" title="Kambara yoru no yuki"&gt;Kambara yoru no yuki&lt;/a&gt; ("Night Snow at Kambara"), a print by Japanese ukiyo-e artist &lt;a href="http://weezerpedia.com/wiki/index.php?title=Hiroshige" title="Hiroshige"&gt;Hiroshige&lt;/a&gt;. The Japanese concept of this album may have been chosen based on the Japanese content of the songs inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivers' passion about Japanese culture (and woman) is no secret anymore. He's really up into the Japanese culture and sometimes he even sings one or two lines of Japanese nursery rhymes in Weezer concert. However, his passion about Japanese things in this album was quite specific, since it mainly talked about love. His personal style of writing in this album revealed his sensitive side as a normal man, who wants to love and being loved by a woman of his life. His searching of a soul-mate finally paid off about ten years after this album release, for he was finally married to a Japanese (oh, finally, the Japanese again) woman and settle down, just like he wanted to be in this album. Here is some of the songs of Pinkerton that I loved the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Across the Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is my most favorite song in this album, maybe the best Weezer song ever for me. I really love the story behind this song. This song is based on Rivers' true story about a Japanese fan who send letters to him. Just like another ordinary girl, this girl wanted to know anything about Rivers. His birthday, his hobby, his favorite food (well, at that time, there was no facebook whatsoever so you can't guess and has to do some old fashioned things like sending letters). Rivers, however, fell in love with this girl just because of reading her letters. So, he started to have a fantasy about this girl but at the same time realizing the truth that he would never be with her, as he really did not know any real thing about the girl. Well, she could be a mad man and pretended to be a teenage girl, who knows? The girl said that she was 18 year old, but as Rivers said, she could even be just 13 or 14 year old and pretend to be older. Anyway, besides the physical distance between them, there was also an age gap, since Rivers was 26 at that time, and he felt that he was too older for her. All of those thought seemed frustrated him a lot and he pitied himself on this song, emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, in my opinion, this song was about nothing but a loneliness. How come a rich and famous man fell in love so deeply to a girl that he doesn't even know anything about, just because some letters, if he is not in a deep despair of searching a true love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/S0Bo_QYtLoI/AAAAAAAAABo/80K5-WyWPuc/s1600-h/200px-Weezer_el_scorcho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/S0Bo_QYtLoI/AAAAAAAAABo/80K5-WyWPuc/s400/200px-Weezer_el_scorcho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422449387293716098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. El Scorcho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is started by a wacky drum beat and then you can hear Brian Bell (the guitarist) said "El Scorcho...Rock and Roll" with awkward voice. That witty beginning is followed by hilarious look that Rivers made in the video clip and then a "swear" word about a girl. Yeah, this is another song about a girl, (again) a Japanese girl. It was about a man who fell in love with a girl but didn't know what to do, and so did the girl. So, it was like a dead-end love story. But, this song has a sequel, so we can get another piece of the story from that. Its sequel was believed to be "Falling for You" track. Both of those songs used the same phrase to express the feeling, that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"falling for you"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/S0BtJdV7WOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Yqya70YRtuk/s1600-h/Weezer_pink_triangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/S0BtJdV7WOI/AAAAAAAAABw/Yqya70YRtuk/s400/Weezer_pink_triangle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422453960616925410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Pink Triangle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although "El Scorcho" and "Falling for You" are connected, but in this album, they are separated with this song. This is another favorite song of mine from Weezer and also based on Rivers' personal experience. As the songs above explained, at that time, Rivers was (at least) a bit lonely man who was looking for his true love. Then this song is started with "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm stable long enough, I start to look around for love"&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, after officially had been a Harvard student, Rivers started to look for a girl in his college. It is said that he met several "potential" girls that he did not brave enough to make a move into. However, he finally found a girl in his campus whom he thought he search for. Unfortunately, that girl is a lesbian and so Rivers again came into a heartache. That's this song is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Falling for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As explained before, this is a sequel of "El Scorcho". In this song, the man in question finally has summoned the courage to speak to the girl, but he is now questioning himself on whether he deserves his position, and how to deal with it. The girl is said to be much younger than him, so that he was a little bit afraid of that condition, although he likes that girl too much. The man also started to think to marry that young girl, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"get fat and old"&lt;/span&gt; with her as he was really desperate to settle down. However, their age gap made him feel so tangled since he felt that the girl may deserve a brighter future ahead, and also he thought that he, as an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"old goat"&lt;/span&gt;, didn't deserve to be a man for such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"young chick"&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore, the man is afraid that he is falling for her, as the song said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"my baby I'm afraid I'm falling for you..."&lt;/span&gt;. Quite funny,though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5. Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this personal album is ended by this song. "Butterfly" is told from Pinkerton's point of view in the opera &lt;i&gt;Madame Butterfly&lt;/i&gt;. Known for its sincere lyrics and simplicity, "Butterfly" remains Weezer's only completely acoustic song to be commercially released.(Source : &lt;a href="http://weezerpedia.com/wiki/index.php?title=Main_Page"&gt;www.weezerpedia.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album is actually containing ten songs, but here, I only give a review of my favorite tracks. You can also try to hear another songs from this album which are also good. As I said before, despite its emotional background, this album had a commercial failure. Rivers said that he would never want to write with such personal  style anymore. And yes, I didn't find another Weezer songs that has such personal style like this album's anymore, and it make me love this album even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NB: All of the italic lines between brackets in this post were taken from its lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is "Across the Sea" for your eagerness to finish reading this post. Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/116664473/6bde6fbc" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="250" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-1665980747674968085?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1665980747674968085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=1665980747674968085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1665980747674968085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1665980747674968085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2010/01/pinkerton-rivers-end.html' title='Pinkerton: The Rivers&apos; End'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/S0BnGHGeb_I/AAAAAAAAABg/pnY-hadlBQQ/s72-c/200px-Weezer_Pinkerton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-3850673471460625516</id><published>2009-12-28T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:59:38.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story so Far'/><title type='text'>The Scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALERT: This post is quite long. Reading this post may cause a complication of boring, misunderstanding, apathetic, or a dizzy feelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be so hard”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For all this time, I’ve been a person who always follow my head and almost never listen to my heart. I don’t even know how sweet a love could be. I’ve always been a people watcher when it comes to love. It’s like watching drama on television and in some scenes you can even cry or be very touched, but you’ll never be in the movie. So I just give a (big) smile when I see an old man holding his wife’s hand (who is also old, of course) in the street, a man who try to sell whatever he can sell at the train, just to feed his family, or a father who hold his youngster gently at malls. Wait, did I just mention the love shown by MEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I’ve been so heartless before. But somehow, lately, I feel very touched when I see the love shown by men. I don’t know why. It even tears me up while smiling when I see a father trying to calm his crying baby at the train. Maybe it’s time for me to “get into the movie”. However, to some extent, I really hate to be that sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hate to feel the love? That’s the question I’m trying to answer. And that’s not easy as I feel like I’ve never been in love, but I think I know just what love is. If you think that my older posts in this blog were about love, maybe you’re wrong. That person to whom “I fell in love with” in this blog is the one to whom “my brain fell in love with” actually. No, it doesn’t mean that he is a torture genius scientist or something like that (just like this post titled), he doesn’t even like to go to school very much and had been graduated with just “fine” GPA. But, as I saw him occasionally around my second semester in college, my brain started to calculate various complicated permutations. And then, as I continued to do the research about him for the next three years after that, my brain decided to fall in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may seem a little bit odd to do the research about your crush, but it’s just the beginning. I even try to model him! And you know, according to my research, he is so damn hot. He’s got almost every mental checklist that I think I need from a man. He’s my opposite in many aspects. I’m quite flexible while he’s rigidly discipline. I’m very scientific while he’s very “snobby”. We must come from a different pole. However, according to my brain – and it has been argued by the latest natural science that a woman will more likely be attracted by an “opposite” man, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vice versa &lt;/span&gt;– he is all that I need to answer my nature call. And for the worse, I even think that if we had a baby, that would be a beautiful perfect baby. His DNA just seemed to fits mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my brain started to be overwhelmed by him, finally my heart follows it. I, then, after more than two years of researching him, felt very blue to find him with another girl. My jealousy frustrated me. I cried in my bed sometimes just to wonder why such a “perfect” person for me was so far away from me. Then I realized something. It’s not love. It’s just an estimation result of a complicated model based on a very odd and long primary data. And I don’t feel very blue anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;“…question of science, science in progress, do not speak as loud as my heart…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This business is really lame, and I feel grateful just to be able to mend my broken heart (or mind). Feeling blue by a broken mind (or heart) have hold my productivity back, and by mending it, my productivity also boosts. That’s why I don’t really like to be sensitive. Then it came a period where I handled several job projects and I felt very determined. I was proud of my job accomplishments at that time until something happen. It’s a feeling. In the middle of my brain’s superiority, I feel something. My heart started to try to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness. That’s all my heart tries to tell me about. Yeah, I do feel the emptiness. I started to wonder what I’m going to be, about my purpose in life. I’m a (I hope, I try to be) religious person, so that my purpose in life has to be based on the God’s will, as I believed. I lived my life to obey Him. Then I realized that according to my religion, it’s being a good wife, a good mother, and a good human being for those around me that matters much. It never mentioned being a successful career woman, a genius professor, or a multimillionaire as the purpose in life. Therefore, getting married is a part (one of the biggest part) of the God’s will. Anyone who tries to deny it will just find the emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NB: The two Italic lines in brackets are for the courtesy of Coldplay “Scientist”&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The song is given below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/62554093/5f8ef9bc" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="250" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-3850673471460625516?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/3850673471460625516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=3850673471460625516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/3850673471460625516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/3850673471460625516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/12/scientist.html' title='The Scientist'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-1933262360916801119</id><published>2009-12-11T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:02:03.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk posts'/><title type='text'>Out of Limit Part 2</title><content type='html'>here is the ultimate episode of this "out-of-limit" thing, I hope&lt;br /&gt;because he's taken...from forever ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been destined to be like this&lt;br /&gt;but I was just too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;I was just too scared to feel&lt;br /&gt;if you think that this post is about love, then it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just about a smile, trust me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-1933262360916801119?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1933262360916801119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=1933262360916801119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1933262360916801119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1933262360916801119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/12/out-of-limit-part-2.html' title='Out of Limit Part 2'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-7579927001833876582</id><published>2009-10-23T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:00:59.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Story so Far'/><title type='text'>Out of Limit Part 1</title><content type='html'>hi, I'm a 22-year-old girl, single, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...no no..I'm not going to "promote" myself. I just want to post my story, my mind story, I mean, my mind interpretation about what happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm definitely single and searching, and, although I'm not a teenage girl anymore, I still have big "possession" with male public figures. Here they are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SuGrF8ur3dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DeJffNE2kuc/s1600-h/kimi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SuGrF8ur3dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DeJffNE2kuc/s400/kimi.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395781947256200658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimi Raikkonen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born in 1979, an F1 World Champion 2007, and the man that I really like since the first time I saw him in Sauber-Petronas launching in 2001. I was just like "OMG, is that an F1 driver? How come he could be that cute?" at that time, and just adoring him then.&lt;br /&gt;I like him because he has a strong personality. He's the one who lives his dream, took a dare at his young age, and remain firmly at the ground despite his success and sky-rocketed wealth, not to mention that he's so nice looking. He's now married to Jenni Dahlman, a Finland model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SuGtVsut8dI/AAAAAAAAABE/2JRpO5BQisc/s1600-h/rivers.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SuGtVsut8dI/AAAAAAAAABE/2JRpO5BQisc/s400/rivers.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395784416862532050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rivers Cuomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a frontman of my favorite band, Weezer, a Harvard graduate, and a very adorable man. He may looks a little bit nerd with his non-expressive face and his sunglasses, but is still totally cute for me. I remembered his songs like "Island in the Sun" or "Keep Fishin" that I always waited for to be played at the MTV's "whatever things" every morning before I went to a school when I was in a high school.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just realizing the hidden meaning in the songs like "El Scorcho", "Falling for You", or "So Low" that is just making me love him more :D&lt;br /&gt;I adore him for his unique yet soulful touch on his songs. That really proves that he's really a smart guy. I've read one of his essay in Harvard about celebacy and also find his sensitive side, which made me smile right over. Now, he is also a husband of a Japanese woman (what a lucky lady) and a father of a little girl named Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SuGw6FDACeI/AAAAAAAAABM/uJhYHmQDdw4/s1600-h/dave.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SuGw6FDACeI/AAAAAAAAABM/uJhYHmQDdw4/s400/dave.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395788340400228834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Eric Grohl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular as a drummer of Nirvana and a front-man of Foo Fighters, Dave probably is one of rare multi-talented musician who took a big success on both playing drums and being a singing-rhythm-guitarist. Despite his young age at the time Nirvana gained a sudden success, Dave kept himself low profile without trying to escape the sudden popularity by getting in drugs or doing something destructive. His strong personality then made him a successful frontman of Foo Fighters. Though he is known by his strong leadership in the band, he is also known as a very goofy guy. From his songwriting then I also find that he is a very soulful and adorable man.&lt;br /&gt;He has a beautiful wife now and two little daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and several more (hehe). Mark Hoppus of Blink 182 and Orlando Bloom "Will Turner" are also on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, what it all has to do with the title?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, all of them share one same characteristic. They are already TAKEN. That's why they are out of limit,haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-7579927001833876582?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7579927001833876582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=7579927001833876582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7579927001833876582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7579927001833876582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-of-limit-part-1.html' title='Out of Limit Part 1'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SuGrF8ur3dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DeJffNE2kuc/s72-c/kimi.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-7703696239041063716</id><published>2009-10-23T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:16:24.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s only...'/><title type='text'>El Regol</title><content type='html'>Damn you half Eastern boy&lt;br /&gt;Do it to me every time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the jello, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't talk, won't look won't think of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm an epitome of public enemy&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna go and do me like that&lt;br /&gt;Come down on the street and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never ask you to go to JT concert&lt;br /&gt;Coz I know I don't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;So I went to your room and read your description&lt;br /&gt;"watching NBL and feel a little bit stable" oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;listening to the anything, fall in love all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid is it? I can't talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing about it and make a record of my heart&lt;br /&gt;How stupid is it? Won't you give a minute&lt;br /&gt;Just come up to me and say hello to my heart&lt;br /&gt;How stupid is it? For all I know you see me too&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you're scared to say "I'm falling for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could get my head out of the sand&lt;br /&gt;Coz I think we'd make a good team&lt;br /&gt;And you'll keep my fingernails clean&lt;br /&gt;but that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize&lt;br /&gt;coz I can't even look in your eyes without shaking, and I'm not faking&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring home the turkey if you bring me home, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lot like you,I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm good for you and you are good for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-7703696239041063716?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7703696239041063716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=7703696239041063716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7703696239041063716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7703696239041063716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-regol.html' title='El Regol'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-2429745356591341315</id><published>2009-10-16T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T04:11:24.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s only...'/><title type='text'>Wait and think...</title><content type='html'>I think I've found everything that I've been looking for from a man in him...&lt;br /&gt;but, I don't know if he will find me the same way someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll wait for anything that could happen to me regarding this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wait for him...I'm not waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/108683926/d069013e" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-2429745356591341315?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/2429745356591341315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=2429745356591341315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/2429745356591341315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/2429745356591341315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/10/wait-and-think.html' title='Wait and think...'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-1624954864406439240</id><published>2009-09-21T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T06:14:37.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s only...'/><title type='text'>M.I.S.S</title><content type='html'>Dear you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...just like I thought before (or does it happen because I HAVE THOUGHT about it before???), he still rules the heart...but I think we're getting more and more separated than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't even know where he is and ooohhh there's a thousand songs that could tell you about what I think about this situation now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Lionel Richie's one (he knows the song well)&lt;br /&gt;the Jamie Scott's one (finally that song becomes my REAL soundtrack now, almost each and every words, as I thought before about two years ago)&lt;br /&gt;many Beatles' emotionally sappy songs written by the great John &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other tearjerkers songs about a heart, hope and mind journey to find something that you really consider as the precious one...something that you don't want to live without, something that you can proud of for yourself, and some place to come back for more for the rest of your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, I'm searching for it..I'm on that journey...I'm looking for you, psychically and mentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I think I've found you...when I'm feeling down or gloomy, it's you that shed some light on me, though you never realized it...and so, my runaway it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wishing you were here by me, to end this misery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hope,&lt;br /&gt;to my little runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xs51KSooTFs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xs51KSooTFs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-1624954864406439240?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1624954864406439240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=1624954864406439240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1624954864406439240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1624954864406439240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/09/miss.html' title='M.I.S.S'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-6526679006344814928</id><published>2009-08-11T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:01:03.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never wanna feel this way..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/45079818/5173d879" width="420" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this song is not about someone whatsoever, but it's just about the warmest feeling that I've ever felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that makes me wanna smile all the time, and even makes the nights some brighter...I always hold on to that feeling in my darkest day..that feeling is definitely my "patronus" against the "dementors"...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however...I don't think that I ever want to feel that way, but now I really miss it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope I can find you again someday, my "patronus"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-6526679006344814928?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/6526679006344814928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=6526679006344814928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/6526679006344814928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/6526679006344814928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-wanna-feel-this-way.html' title='Never wanna feel this way..........'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-5259846408417011730</id><published>2009-08-11T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T06:34:36.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s only...'/><title type='text'>This Day, Twenty Something Years Ago.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/65915216/1be06c05" width="420" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-5259846408417011730?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5259846408417011730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=5259846408417011730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/5259846408417011730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/5259846408417011730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-day-twenty-something-years-ago.html' title='This Day, Twenty Something Years Ago.......'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-1332642754564165983</id><published>2009-08-02T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T05:42:09.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s only...'/><title type='text'>About a Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/75467328/beaa7f2d" width="420" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a come-and-go feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've never felt this before, but I have had this feeling since forever ago. As the time goes by, I know him more, but as I know him more, I know more that this is not worth to fight for, or even just to daydream about anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think maybe not knowing him is the best thing that could happen to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I do truly really really hope that the song is not about me and him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-1332642754564165983?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1332642754564165983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=1332642754564165983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1332642754564165983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1332642754564165983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-man.html' title='About a Man'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-406586032396733311</id><published>2009-06-06T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:37:09.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Fru'/><title type='text'>Ouwwhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dg-65sjgVyM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dg-65sjgVyM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Frusciate is very lovely when he gets confused,hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;First, he forgot both lyrics and chords. Second, his string was broken but anyway he keeps playing. Well done,Sir...Well done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold me closer Tiny Dancer........"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-406586032396733311?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/406586032396733311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=406586032396733311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/406586032396733311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/406586032396733311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/06/ouwwhh.html' title='Ouwwhh...'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-9146510365668923168</id><published>2009-06-06T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:07:30.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About This Blog'/><title type='text'>About the name of this blog...</title><content type='html'>When starting this blog I just wanted to have some place to speak up my mind, because all of this time, I have a very active mind that often keeps me awake at the time I should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my thoughts about many things around or about me is much much affected by my affection to music. It's like every songs that I love or even any sounds that I've heard of being my soundtrack of life or the soundtrack of the things that I see or feel. But, yeah, maybe most of them is very insignificant and unimportant to most people or to the world in general...and for sure, most of them is far from scientific regarding my academic background,hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this blog will be not more than a bunch of craps of my mind that is very very unimportant to be published or even be written at all. So, I started to think of the name like "Garbage", "Junk-Blog" or "Trashcanned Me" for this blog. However, as I don't know what I will put later on in this blog, then I started to worry that those "junk" names will understate the importance of my future entries' substances, since this blog could contain anything in the future. Hence, as I feel that music is giving me a life soundtrack in many things about me, then I decided to name this blog after that consideration. But, as I mentioned before,  although this blog's name smells like music (haha), some entries will may not tell you about music at all....and,yeah, I've never been very smart so this is the nicest name that I can think of...^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-9146510365668923168?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/9146510365668923168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=9146510365668923168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/9146510365668923168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/9146510365668923168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/06/about-name-of-this-blog.html' title='About the name of this blog...'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-5049636482671615739</id><published>2009-06-06T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:58:53.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Fru'/><title type='text'>...an Adorable Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SitI9lVUFxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aDkUdtABoHk/s1600-h/articles-2004JF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SitI9lVUFxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aDkUdtABoHk/s400/articles-2004JF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344445605635954450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a female who is not a girl anymore (hopefully^^) but still not deserving to be called a woman maybe, I used to go through numbers of rough romantic jungle and ended up analyzing and introspecting myself about what I really look from a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My music addiction since my childhood age again had a significant impact on that thought, and John Frusciante was and is one of that significant force. I first adore him from his touching playing on "Scar Tissue". That everlasting song that will go on and on for the rest of my life had proved his fluency in transferring his soul into a beautiful sound. And, yeah, I fell in love with him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just before I had entered my graduate school in 2005 I saw RHCP's film while they made their "Blood Sugar" album in Hollywood Mansion and realized that John was more than having a beautiful guitar skill, but also he has a very strong charisma that makes him looks very good looking indeed for me. Since that time,  I've been dreaming of finding someone (at least) as beautiful as he is in my upcoming college life, but it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm a big fan of John. I adore him not just as one of the best guitarist ever exist in this planet but also as a man in general. I don't know him personally (of course!) but  from his guitar playing, his lyrics, and his reaction to great fame and interviews I think he is an extra-humble  man. He has an extreme creativity and sensitivity regarding the world around him that I think make him so unique but sometimes also make him misunderstood. In my opinion, he's just a kind of  "needy" person sometimes and could be very vulnerable although he has come back strong from his deep depression in his youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, in every songs he writes, in every covers he sings, and in every sounds he makes with guitar I still feel the vulnerability in him. And you know, being vulnerable is sexy for me (What??!! haha)...and so it makes him more adorable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I was meet someone like him then it would be very hard for me not to fall in love with that person. A man like him is just way too irresistable...^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-5049636482671615739?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://johnfrusciante.com/' title='...an Adorable Man...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5049636482671615739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=5049636482671615739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/5049636482671615739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/5049636482671615739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/06/adorable-man.html' title='...an Adorable Man...'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SitI9lVUFxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aDkUdtABoHk/s72-c/articles-2004JF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-1032602997414504422</id><published>2009-06-06T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:25:21.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About This Blog'/><title type='text'>English Please...</title><content type='html'>Well, bukannya mau sok bule,hehe...&lt;br /&gt;bukan juga ga nasionalis...(hweh, I'm a FOREVER Indonesian!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but, can anybody help me to make my blogging option served in English??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena aku bingung dan ga begitu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; familiar&lt;/span&gt; sama kata2 pengaturan, tautan, tata letak, moderasi komentar, edit entri, akunku, dsb....hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even in my cell phone I used to change the default language into English just because I go dumb in doing instruction in Bahasa Indonesia,hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-1032602997414504422?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1032602997414504422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=1032602997414504422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1032602997414504422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1032602997414504422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/06/english-please.html' title='English Please...'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-1163561423806327472</id><published>2009-06-06T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:36:28.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Fru'/><title type='text'>Sailing Outdoors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SiqU-7ChKBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9tzA1bHsHGA/s1600-h/about-biography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 64px; height: 64px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SiqU-7ChKBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9tzA1bHsHGA/s320/about-biography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344247716549568530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the title of John Frusciante's song in his 2001 internet album, From the Sounds Inside, which echoes in my head since the first time I hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know John's personal reason or feeling when he wrote or recorded that song but I feel like the song representing the want-to-escape feeling that everyone has in their soul. It's just a minute- and-a-half-length song but it reflects the accrued estranged feeling for a long time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday I will have my time to have a sailing outdoors...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the song from the link posted in your right side or click &lt;a href="http://invisible-movement.net/downloads/audio/demos/ftsi/20%20Sailing%20Outdoors.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; since I still don't know how to upload a song in my blog entry just yet. (ANYBODY PLEASE HELP ME, THANK YOU VERY MUCH INDEED BEFORE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http://invisible-movement.net/downloads/audio/demos/ftsi/20%20Sailing%20Outdoors.mp3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-1163561423806327472?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='audio/mpeg' href='http://invisible-movement.net/downloads/audio/demos/ftsi/20%20Sailing%20Outdoors.mp3' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1163561423806327472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=1163561423806327472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1163561423806327472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/1163561423806327472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/06/sailing-outdoors.html' title='Sailing Outdoors...'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuDZ132hixw/SiqU-7ChKBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9tzA1bHsHGA/s72-c/about-biography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068657961178386049.post-7062301595882002616</id><published>2009-06-06T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:24:56.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About This Blog'/><title type='text'>Hello from me</title><content type='html'>Tanpa bermaksud menjadi alay2 (hehe) pada blog ini mungkin aku ga akan terlalu banyak secara eksplisit mengungkapkan detil jati diriku. Itu semua cuma karena aku menganggap individualitas ga terlalu penting dalam mengungkapkan apa yang terjadi pada alam pikiran kita yang hendak kita bagi untuk siapapun yang bersedia menerimanya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and that's what I want my blog to have the shape of.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, FYI, aku udah pernah bikin blog sebelumnya dengan judul &lt;a href="http://sideblog-istiandari.blogspot.com/"&gt;SideBlog&lt;/a&gt; yang terbengkalai begitu saja diakhiri dengan posting berjudul "Last Thing" yang ternyata bener2 menjadi last thing buat blog itu (seemingly,hehe)...saking ga keurusnya tuh blog sampe2 aku lupa passwordnya dan males buat mengakses ulang ke email yang bukan gugel itu...so, I decided to create a Google account and make a newly born blog. It's like a beginning a new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very beginning of this blog, I would like to thank my friend, &lt;a href="http://aziaazmi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Azia, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang telah memberi inspirasi yang mungkin dy sendiri ga nyadar buat aku bikin blog lagi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and please please feel free to comment or doing anything in this blog, in respectful way of course...&lt;/span&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068657961178386049-7062301595882002616?l=musicizedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7062301595882002616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7068657961178386049&amp;postID=7062301595882002616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7062301595882002616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068657961178386049/posts/default/7062301595882002616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicizedme.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-from-me.html' title='Hello from me'/><author><name>rais51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732715145959756201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
