tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44807021090300494802024-03-05T20:09:44.730+07:00MyLonelinessread some, enjoy it and leave comments. if you can't, i don't give a shit. I'll keep writing whether you like it or not.the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-10063328811990120132008-06-30T20:15:00.000+07:002008-06-30T20:16:34.968+07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Death. Has become a terrifying word to everybody. Though I was a junkie, I don’t know why I experimentally consumed drugs; on the other hand I was so afraid of death. Not to forget I used to love motorcycle racing. Speeding over 120 km/h, but afraid of death?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">But, it has changed now. Life, death, is in God’s hand. As a human, we’ll never know what His plans are. It doesn’t mean that I’m not afraid anymore. But when it’s my time to leave, I’m ready when “The Big Boss” calls me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Before I die, I wanna do some stuff. And here are the lists:<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <ul><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">See smile from my mom and dad everyday.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">See my sister delivering her babies.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Take my “Bude” to holly land.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Meet DBM and TJG’s twinnies.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Ride ATV.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Buy ontel bike.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Get my Gibson back.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Bungee jumping.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Rafting and mountaineering. <o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Stop smoking.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Street racing again.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Know all my exes are OK.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Go to Tintin museum in Brussels.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Go to South Africa and Brazil with Big Fella.<o:p></o:p></span></i></li><li><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Propose KI to be my wedded wife? Hihihihi… (YOU WISH MATE???!!!)</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></li></ul> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN MIND?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-16102220703332105552008-06-30T20:13:00.000+07:002008-06-30T20:14:35.703+07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Death. Has become a terrifying word to everybody. Though I was a junkie, I don’t know why I experimentally consumed drugs; on the other hand I was so afraid of death. Not to forget I used to love motorcycle racing. Speeding over 120 km/h, but afraid of death?<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">But, it has changed now. Life, death, is in God’s hand. As a human, we’ll never know what His plans are. It doesn’t mean that I’m not afraid anymore. But when it’s my time to leave, I’m ready when “The Big Boss” calls me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Before I die, I wanna do some stuff. And here are the lists:<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">See smile from my mom and dad everyday.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">See my sister delivering her babies.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Take my “Bude” to holly land.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Meet DBM and TJG’s twinnies.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Ride ATV.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Buy ontel bike.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Get my Gibson back.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Bungee jumping.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Rafting and mountaineering. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Stop smoking.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Street racing again.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Know all my exes are OK.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Go to Tintin museum in Brussels.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Go to South Africa and Brazil with Big Fella.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="">·<span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Propose KI to be my wedded wife? Hihihihi… (YOU WISH MATE???!!!)</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN MIND?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-52558663058140334222008-05-07T23:05:00.000+07:002008-05-07T23:06:25.662+07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The sea’s only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel strong. Now I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know that’s the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong, but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient human conditions, facing blind, deaf stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.</p>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-3819966803631044862008-05-07T23:03:00.000+07:002008-05-07T23:05:17.317+07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;">My ride into home is a long one, and one would think it would get monotonous. I’ve developed a keen sense of sight and sound before, during and after this long trip.</p>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-88871247689959934962008-05-05T00:28:00.005+07:002008-05-07T17:56:38.690+07:00<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;">It seems like forever since I updated my blog. Amazing how time can fly by. Really, truly amazing that life can just simply whizz past and when you look back, you realize that you have just somehow forgotten some of the important things that make you smile and that make others smile. Or cry, depends on how you view this blog. I must say though it is nice to be back. And I'll make sure that my stories continue because one thing for sure, the embarrasing moments don't look likely to end!<br /></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-74507994245808372402008-02-10T18:24:00.000+07:002008-02-10T18:34:05.802+07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Today is one of the perfect days to over damp loneliness. Hilarious as never<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I just won a ticket to a state of boredom, with a lot of infatuations buckle up, sad fact, true that. Killing sensations that last like newly poured sun rising in that shiny thin transparent jar-like glass. Nothing extraordinary, well this is more less an extraordinary obscurant, much preferable, rather than sobbing over ridiculous nightmare (God, next time send me a better script okay) which involved a mad cutesy bride of plucky and a Godfather ended up dead and wasted all over—a flock buster scenario, puff lease. Could something else worse be much more igniting?<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I’m fed up. I’m tired of getting hurt. And I’m tired of getting tired. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I'll keep our up and down memories in my heart. But it’s time for me to move on</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">. </span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-60840942485599707062008-01-26T20:43:00.000+07:002008-01-26T20:45:49.653+07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Aku terbiasa berbincang berlama – lama denganmu. Di bawah sinar mentari, rembulan, turunnya hujan dan sinar lampu. Tertawa, terpesona. Lalu kita berciuman. Di atas tempat tidur di dalam sebuah kamar, terkadang kita saling menatap, sesudah makan pagi, selepas makan siang dan sebelum tidur.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Pada seorang teman aku bercerita tentangmu. Aku hanya ingin punya seseorang yang kucintai, yang aku bisa bersamanya, bergandengan tangan, berpelukan, berciuman siang dan malam dan bercerita.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Di tempat tidur itu, tempat kita berciuman, kamu menatapku…ooohh…aku suka sekali. Kita berbincang tentang apa saja dan tiba – tiba kita berciuman.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Tetapi…<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Kini kita tidak bisa bergandengan tangan lagi, berciuman siang dan malam dan bercerita. Kini kita hanya bisa berbisik – bisik, berbicara dalam hati, bersedih tanpa menangis dan bergembira tanpa tertawa.<o:p></o:p></span></p>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-79300491634320189352008-01-26T20:40:00.000+07:002008-01-26T20:42:29.288+07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Di ujung Desember engkau tersenyum, seperti tangis yang tertahan, seperti sedih yang membuncah. Dan akupun tersungkur dalam ingatan atas semua yang pernah hadir dalam hidupku. Atas kamu yang mencintaiku, atas luka yang kita bagi bersama, atas tawa di siang hari, atas tangis di tengah malam, atas aku yang bercerita tentang semua yang menghubungkan kita. Dari semuanya, ternyata engkau masih bertanya dimanakah cinta. Lihatlah aku, resapi aku. Dan semuanya terdengar seperti kata “sedih”, “bingung” terkadang disisipi kata “bahagia”, terkadang dihampiri kata “penyesalan”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Semua lalu mulai tertawa. Supir – supir angkutan, pengemis di jalanan, bapak – bapak pulang kerja, ibu – ibu arisan, lampu merah, jalan raya, bunga- bunga, seekor anjing, dua ekor ikan, tiga tangkai mawar, semua tertawa. Bapak – bapak dan ikan pada suara satu, supir angkutan dan tiga tangkai mawar pada suara dua, pengemis dan bunga – bunga pada suara tiga. Yang lainnya tertawa dengan masing – masing caranya. Seperti merdu tapi kacau, seperti indah tapi menusuk hati.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Aku hanya diam tidak bicara. Aku setuju tapi ingin pergi saja. Aku takut, aku gelisah, aku sedih, aku marah. Tapi aku masih cinta kamu.<o:p></o:p></span></p>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-52149888010590980272007-12-29T23:55:00.000+07:002007-12-30T00:03:21.535+07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;">Being in love doesn’t guarantee that one would be an expert when it comes to relationship. I guess the only thing we can master is the art of knowing when to hang on and when to let go. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;">As in this case of me. Time indeed was my best friend. Despite some little argument, the fights are not lingering. We’re civil, sometimes even friendly. There will be times when the laughter reminds me of the way we were once in relationship- <span style="font-weight: bold;">CAREFREE AND HAPPY</span>. But that’s not to say I’ve forgotten all the bad things that happened. Once you find it in your heart to forgive, the bad things just become a faded memory.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;">A friend was right in saying “as we grow up, we learn the one that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s hard. But you’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. Time is passing too fast and eventually you’ll lose someone you love. So take many pictures, laugh much and love like you’ve never been hurt because every 60 seconds you spend upset a minute of happiness you’ll never get back. There are times when even the best of us having trouble with commitment and we maybe surprise at the commitment we are willing to let slip out of grasp. We may surprise ourselves by the commitment we’re willing to make. True commitments take efforts and sacrifice which is why we have to choose our commitment very careful.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;">Failed relationship isn’t guarantee you’ll never be affected again. Having your heart broken by someone you love is never an easy thing. But once you learn to cope with the hurt, the pain never stays long.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;">My heart still bleeds but the sadness doesn’t flow as much like before. I’m sure I’m able to survive.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;">Things are not really okay yet, but I’m healing. So how do I keep the music playing? I decide to fall in love with life. I should fall in love with life. I’m in love with the life I have and everything that is part of my existence.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;">I don’t regret for what went wrong with my relationship as long as my love life is concerned. <span style="font-weight: bold;">It was thrilling while it lasted.</span> I read somewhere, “love is emotion and romance is an evocative expression. I need and want love, but our constant craving is for romance. If love is a dance, romance is tango.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;">The beautiful music has ended. It’s just an instrumental melody. So if friends ask me about whatever happened, I’ll tell them “we’re friends now. Best friend.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;">So, while the songs still bring that certain glow, I should carry on. I guess it’s just one of those phases in life. It can be sweet at one point and it can be bitter at another point. Bitter doesn’t always taste bad. There’s a pleasant sort of bitterness like bittersweet chocolate. Like me, there are days when I crave for <span style="font-weight: bold;">Colletto</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Haagen Dasz</span> ice creams. But too many sweets give me toothache. Hahahaha…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;">Folks, this is my dark chocolate phase, and I’ll enjoy every single second of it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I REMEMBER YOU. ALWAYS</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-2087949995621440922007-12-29T23:45:00.000+07:002007-12-30T19:43:22.271+07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">This post isn't written by me. I just quote it.<br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">"Kamu kudoakan, kamu kuikhlaskan. I bid thee farewell, my friend. May you find what you seek, may you remember me well, and may you treasure the memories we’ve had."<o:p></o:p></span></p>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-89142150164034827852007-12-29T23:35:00.000+07:002007-12-29T23:43:15.120+07:00<p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">No way November will see our goodbye<o:p></o:p></p><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">When it comes to December it's obvious why<o:p></o:p></p><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">No one wants to be alone<br /></p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">And come January I'm frozen inside<o:p></o:p></p><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Making new resolutions a hundred times<o:p></o:p></p><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"> </div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-38575655839038274532007-12-08T23:41:00.000+07:002007-12-08T23:52:41.301+07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">I try to stop believing in love. Then, I somewhat try to believe in the same thing called love. So many times till I ended up in bruises and still calling myself as happy. Love supposed to be a happy thing. Yet, it never was.<br /><br />I don't know if I still want to believe in love, ever again. Love comes and goes. When one stays, it always sing the wrong tunes. Awkward. And I've had enough singing awkward rhymes in my life.<br /><br />I'm a bad songwriter, yet, I've always tried to make one beautiful perfect song, full length. But my songs are always left undone.<br /><br />No one would fit into me. And guess what, one could never change. <span style="font-weight: bold;">ME.</span><br /><br />Let all this feeling evaporates<br />For words are somewhat unforgiving<br />I might lose my heartbeat<br /><br />I'm tired of trying to prove that I have love<br />Let it shine without me<br />From this moment on<br /><br />Convince me if I'm worth of it. If you can't, I'm sorry, <span style="font-weight: bold;">LOVE</span>, I'm letting you go<br /></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-34436171258525322022007-12-08T22:43:00.000+07:002007-12-08T23:29:28.162+07:00<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Waktu itu. Ketika waktu itu ada. Aku tidak tahu kalau kamu ada. Entah kenapa secara perlahan2, aku baru menyadari bahwa kamu itu ada di sudut ruang itu. Tapi entah kenapa pula aku tidak terganggu dengan keberadaanmu.<br /><br />Ketika kemudian mulai kurasakan duka karena kamu tidak ada. Mungkin aku mulai panik dan tidak bersedia untuk merasakan itu. Namun satu yang pasti, terlalu banyak hal yang menyangkut dirimu...<br /><br />Aku terluka ketika kamu terluka. Aku pun berduka ketika wajahmu tak bercahaya.<br />Dan entah sampai kapan pila hal itu akan tetap ada, walaupun rasanya tidak harus begitu.<br /><br />P.S:<br />Telah kubuka pintu hatiku sebesar2nya. Tapi ternyata itu tidak cukup.<br /></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-17566328441536431882007-08-22T20:21:00.000+07:002007-08-27T22:55:46.661+07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">This is what happened if you forget to feed your T-rex. Hahahaha......</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><br />No...no...no...<br /><br />This is the compensation of an unemployment and when you miss someone close to death.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0eea5hlogn3hzr9nNYZJdIXw0dOyhjRK1Zdin5Lura_HMQUCXFT2yWDPKxqCVfhH0WrdMfLki4Q7sNq13BW8f2Y6LiSJZyvhlBWPyjem3RI03O4vUcbe9nrTH2t7wvTEhBm1C2zvbiu4/s1600-h/Jepreet!!(5335).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0eea5hlogn3hzr9nNYZJdIXw0dOyhjRK1Zdin5Lura_HMQUCXFT2yWDPKxqCVfhH0WrdMfLki4Q7sNq13BW8f2Y6LiSJZyvhlBWPyjem3RI03O4vUcbe9nrTH2t7wvTEhBm1C2zvbiu4/s200/Jepreet!!(5335).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102661070227811362" border="0" /></a>Before...</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6NhpIhiextbI_00w22OJrIw3QkllMQijyCG37M4phKLTNDhZffdcs1Zy9hzy5I_hktevk13BHvJRgCsVJ0dCyCbEBfWt_deYDUuIONE9d3BG6Nb2wOMKZbZLWYld-3E6ZHnULagetFw/s1600-h/Jepreet!!(5338).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6NhpIhiextbI_00w22OJrIw3QkllMQijyCG37M4phKLTNDhZffdcs1Zy9hzy5I_hktevk13BHvJRgCsVJ0dCyCbEBfWt_deYDUuIONE9d3BG6Nb2wOMKZbZLWYld-3E6ZHnULagetFw/s200/Jepreet!!(5338).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102661602803756082" border="0" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;">5 Minutes later...<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />P.S : Chi...thank you for the picture<br /></div></div></div></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-995137515931594992007-08-07T19:52:00.000+07:002007-08-07T20:40:19.300+07:00LITTLE BIRTHDAY NOTE (FINAL EPISODE)<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;">August 5, 2007. 11.02 A. M<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Finally, the day is officially over.</span><br /><br />I'm not as happy as 24 hours ago and that's not important anymore. Dreams can never become reality. But that's not the point. I shiuld be grateful for whatever I have now, not just for whatever I want. Birthday is not happiness parameter though it's a special day for me.<br /><br />Maybe I'm not as happy as yesterday, because today <span style="font-style: italic;">[which is not my birthday anymore]</span> I dont use it for reflection. Or maybe because of perfection I want doesn't exist.<br /><br />Ahh... I'm so lame. Why don't I realize that I have friends who love me? Other maybe don't have as great as them. I also can gather with my family, other maybe don't have complete family. My disappointment is nothing compare to them<br /><br />Shit... I'm not happy because of my self. Hahahahahahahahaaa.......All I can do now is just laughing on my stupidity. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Anyway...</span> why does this laugh make me happy?<br /><br /><br /><br />Okay... That's a wrap folks for this episode of my LITTLE BIRTDAY NOTE<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />keep your head and hope up...</span><br /></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-54903989226865433402007-08-04T15:43:00.000+07:002007-08-07T20:34:09.212+07:00LITTLE BIRTHDAY NOTE (EPISODE III)<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nothing could make me happy that night other than 00.00 hours. But that <span style="font-style: italic;">two-become-one moment</span> didn't have to celebrate with trumpets, horns and fire crackers like <span style="font-style: italic;">countdown</span> on New Years Eve. By seeing that 00.00 hours already make me happy though my heart beat twice faster.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[and there I was. Sitting on my bed with hanging thoughts to the unknown future. I saw the clock no more. I paid attention nowhere. I just smiled because I finally reached the time. And I just smiled...]</span><br /><br />On the 1st minute, I wished thanks to the almighty for everything, for everything I couldn't pay Him back. I asked for forgiveness for every sins I made <span style="font-style: italic;">[hey...I'm just human after all]</span>. Asked for everything that no other human being alive could provide, till no more words could come.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[then I smiled. Again...]</span><br /><br />Buzz....<br />Something was buzzing. Yay...<span style="font-style: italic;">my cell phone</span>. Yep... cell phone suddenly became <span style="font-style: italic;">the next-interesting-thing</span> that night. Hmm, I wonder. Who is the first person that sent me birthday wishes? <span style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>. And that was him. He is my best friend though we didn't see each other well because he lives in Indiana now. He's always the like that; being the first in <span style="font-style: italic;">my last-and-this-year birthday. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Thanks dude...</span></span><br /><br />And other texts came, intercepted with one call. <span style="font-weight: bold;">HEGI</span>. She is my ex girl friend. She was born a day after me. It was even more special with the presence of her voice wishing me good luck and bringing late night stories.<br /><br />These eyes were finally tired. And I should obey them to fall asleep. Looked like they didn't want to get into <span style="font-style: italic;">euphoria</span>. Hmmm... I agree. Because the day had just begun for two hours<br /></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-64524832348436281912007-08-04T15:41:00.000+07:002007-08-07T20:35:12.950+07:00LITTLE BIRTHDAY NOTE (EPISODE II)<div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME<br /></span></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-68023006562064423102007-08-04T15:21:00.000+07:002007-08-07T20:35:57.105+07:00LITTLE BIRTHDAY NOTE (EPISODE I)<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">D - 1</span><br />I always wait for this day every year. Maybe it also happened to some people. Or maybe not. There's a different sensation when the day come. I can't define that feeling, but I enjoy it.<br /><br />That's why I wait until 00.00 hours. Remembering what has happened, laughing at joy and fools I made, speechless on sadness and amazing events. Puff... <span style="font-style: italic;">c'est la vie</span>. I wont be able to replace those up and down things. <span style="font-style: italic;">No matter how hard I try.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tic...</span><br /></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-56786097164569733382007-08-01T20:02:00.000+07:002007-08-01T20:11:12.460+07:00It's a new month... I don't know why, but I really love this month. It's not because of my birth month, but because it's our independence day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hello Augiethe generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-13051252874935214422007-07-27T22:14:00.000+07:002007-07-27T22:46:48.712+07:00<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">11 years ago, on this date, July, 27, 1996, there was a riot in Jakarta between 2 big political party. FYI at that time there were only 3 political party in this country.<br /><br />It happened at 8 o'clock in the morning. The bad part was I get caught by cops during the riot with I don't know around hundreds of others. Shit, I don't know anything about political stuff. I was just the wrong man at the wrong time. I skipped school just to go round around the city and get caught. For the 1st time in my life I was taken to prison. It was underground prison. I didn't even know where the fuck is the exact location.<br /></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-56854061149309801982007-07-25T19:24:00.000+07:002007-07-25T19:42:22.762+07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I dreamt about some of my ex these couple of days. I dunno why. In this occation I would like to say some words for them.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sarah Eva Tongam Riama</span>, 1st GF, 1st kiss. May God take good care of your soul.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Hegi Ramadhanti</span>, we were born only a day apart. I'm sorry for not being serious with you. It is also dedicated to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Adriana Aprilia</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Estika Widya Kemala</span>, GROW UP!!!, you're not a little girl anymore</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Viola Syafarina</span>, I don't have any regret breaking up with you</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ovia Zahra Nst</span>, I'm dead serious. Unfornutaley you pick someone else. That's OK.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I wish you all the best. Have a nice life.</span><br /></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-58814411218375312882007-07-14T14:32:00.001+07:002007-07-14T14:47:33.745+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDoA0GBaT6bdByMsaRQJOLIaB-jVOi_0qo0aiMsQhmEgKdKvLt7Jbez4uVHM6B6jFReufqO49wQyQbpPPFlV1eZJ1eDFf4WQuO_stETfnp3RfEahyphenhyphenJ0ZwZNpANZCt0EganP8up_pUlKQ/s1600-h/SnapShot!!(027).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDoA0GBaT6bdByMsaRQJOLIaB-jVOi_0qo0aiMsQhmEgKdKvLt7Jbez4uVHM6B6jFReufqO49wQyQbpPPFlV1eZJ1eDFf4WQuO_stETfnp3RfEahyphenhyphenJ0ZwZNpANZCt0EganP8up_pUlKQ/s200/SnapShot!!(027).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086954028922678978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Self actualization : sweat, blood and tears</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNWzDu24MXDQo6Dry8f0t6d0LuI7Mi7LT1PLoqNtVkMNR4Nmpgsa3KPy4f1qvkmvIgYx4xHwvQeoy8g2nQKy_BCpzkQtZOcrTT0NK2OoMv8SpSTqyB9gekQfc7MIGHquAdiQBmGH2uNI/s1600-h/SnaP+sHoT%21%21%281138%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNWzDu24MXDQo6Dry8f0t6d0LuI7Mi7LT1PLoqNtVkMNR4Nmpgsa3KPy4f1qvkmvIgYx4xHwvQeoy8g2nQKy_BCpzkQtZOcrTT0NK2OoMv8SpSTqyB9gekQfc7MIGHquAdiQBmGH2uNI/s200/SnaP+sHoT%21%21%281138%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086953500641701554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">ID...Valid ID?</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2Mvt8IFk5BqFDdo7DLz-ewPEXtCAle0UCeR-33dYg4zb-2Jqk_EnBOyEOvhQk3hGtosi3q1c2ppHtPQKaw2_h_aozGNz9G6m7wXgyzvs7ue_iJvp9O1cM9JeRQt-6KWPBmvBt7ibYx0/s1600-h/SnapShot!!(022).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2Mvt8IFk5BqFDdo7DLz-ewPEXtCAle0UCeR-33dYg4zb-2Jqk_EnBOyEOvhQk3hGtosi3q1c2ppHtPQKaw2_h_aozGNz9G6m7wXgyzvs7ue_iJvp9O1cM9JeRQt-6KWPBmvBt7ibYx0/s200/SnapShot!!(022).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086952791972097698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Lit the cigarettes</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Wherever you are, whatever you do, whenever you wanna come</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">There is a <span style="font-weight: bold;">HOME</span> waiting for you</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-23068395623052546722007-07-14T13:59:00.000+07:002007-07-14T14:19:46.086+07:00<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;">Aku telah berbohong selama ini. Sebenarnya aku adalah orang yang sangat posesif, karena tubuh dan jiwa ini telah lelah selalu ditinggal.<br /></div>the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-60143042328971732502007-07-14T09:24:00.000+07:002007-07-14T09:33:24.427+07:00Mei, Juni....dan sekarang Juli.<br /><br />Aku seonggok daging yang berjalan terhuyung di bulan ini. Aku hanya sekumpulan tulang belulang renta yang tergopoh mencari pegangan. Aku mempunyai sepasang bola mata yang tidak melihat dan segaris senyum getir namun tetap ceria.<br /><br />Lari. Dan terus aku berlari dari kenyataan yang sudah aku perkirakan. Dan aku kembali lagi kepada ketakutan yang dulu pernah menghampirku.<br /><br />Sekarang aku berhenti merasakan sesuatu. Ini bukan hanya tentang itu. Tapi semuanya. Karena saat ini, semua sedang tidak pada tempat semestinya.the generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480702109030049480.post-10625304680005879032007-07-14T09:07:00.000+07:002007-07-14T09:19:42.663+07:00If she could hear my heartbeat when she's near<br />Beduk takbir? gak ada apa-apanya<br />Metallica's drum? kalah kenceng<br /><br />Unfortunately,<br />A little too fast, but way too long<br />I'm lost...I don't even know where the fuck I am now<br />Though I'm not sure where I belongthe generalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06748220989608647296noreply@blogger.com0