<?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-4800620652643977913</id><updated>2012-02-18T06:57:38.861-08:00</updated><category term='APM and MA'/><category term='t'/><category term='fakta baru'/><category term='John Locke - Idealisme'/><category term='please .'/><category term='the past is the past.'/><category term='BONEK'/><category term='masa lalu'/><category term='NAIF'/><category term='closer look'/><category term='f.a.k.e'/><category term='semut adja bisa'/><category term='chemistry.?'/><category term='my family'/><category term='nothing'/><category term='M.F'/><category term='obsession'/><category term='how to touch a girl..'/><category term='books.'/><category term='they&apos;re both important.'/><category term='Emil'/><category term='(bonek)'/><category term='man in white hat'/><category term='*gy gila adja.'/><category term='BMHK'/><category term='signing out .'/><category term='my answers.'/><category term='Pepeng'/><category term='thanks dear God'/><category term='J.M'/><category term='friends'/><category term='beyond my imagination'/><category term='Before Sunrise'/><category term='Musik: David'/><category term='pagapati'/><category term='school stuff.'/><category term='JCB'/><category term='Surat Cinta'/><category term='puisi'/><category term='Before Sunset'/><category term='depa-tole'/><category term='Endah n&apos; Rhesa'/><category term='© SONY/ATV SONGS D/B/A TREE PUBG CO; TAYLOR SWIFT PUB DESIGNEE;'/><category term='y.h.a.r.w'/><category term='ERTNIG'/><category term='my thoughts'/><category term='i love you'/><category term='bandung.'/><category term='non sense'/><category term='G.O.D'/><category term='Juliane Bruch'/><category term='ga ad kerjaan.'/><category term='my beloved birthday'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='mister perfect'/><category term='lho..'/><category term='YSW'/><category term='big and bold'/><category term='mine.'/><category term='i&apos;m not sure.'/><category term='it&apos;s for you'/><category term='a song for you'/><category term='Jarwo'/><category term='my thoughts.'/><category term='my thought'/><title type='text'>It's a Story After All</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a personal blog. What you're about to read or you've just read, just leave it here. Pleasure's all mine. 
Thank you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2582978012159113</id><published>2012-02-18T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T06:57:38.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee Cast - Rumour Has It Someone Like You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f860c75237164430" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df860c75237164430%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331747737%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56076AF7B44B1F2F7E80956C11ED511891C4DC2D.11EE5F18C9997E56719834C9E1B91E885EA27313%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df860c75237164430%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dytgvj-LSD5x7zxtcVwNRTE4yeJQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df860c75237164430%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331747737%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56076AF7B44B1F2F7E80956C11ED511891C4DC2D.11EE5F18C9997E56719834C9E1B91E885EA27313%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df860c75237164430%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dytgvj-LSD5x7zxtcVwNRTE4yeJQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*GOOSEBUMPS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(courtesy of youtube, GleeOnFox http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_uchIyNIvc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-2582978012159113?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/2582978012159113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=2582978012159113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2582978012159113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2582978012159113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2012/02/glee-cast-rumour-has-it-someone-like.html' title='Glee Cast - Rumour Has It Someone Like You'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2130340835876331830</id><published>2012-02-18T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T06:29:33.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of an End</title><content type='html'>Finally, it comes to real life. I never would've thought, it feels like this - *voila*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-2130340835876331830?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/2130340835876331830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=2130340835876331830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2130340835876331830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2130340835876331830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2012/02/end-of-end.html' title='The End of an End'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4235970932268041629</id><published>2011-12-12T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:13:16.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU SEE KAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Please do say it out loud, then you really know what does it mean. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so pathetic, for twenty one years old girls whose just trying to breathe away every single times. I'm so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;If only - I could escape from these so called life. I really wanted to. Really. Cut my chest, then you'll probably know what's on my head.&lt;br /&gt;Captivated with the woman I used to love so much, doesn't mean the opposite though - just decreasing day by day. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm just kinda tired with theses drama stupid drama. I want my life back. Where I could easily come and go, with whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted to, whatever I wanted to do. It's me.&amp;nbsp; There, I said it! Is it so selfish? It is, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I just told my mate to think about the old lady for a sec. But still, we wanted some peaceful life. Not like this. Full of drama and game.&amp;nbsp; I want something simpler! Just to live life. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Is that so hard to get? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funnycrave.frsucrave.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/screaming-kid-ab052110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://funnycrave.frsucrave.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/screaming-kid-ab052110.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing them screaming out loud around my ears, pissing me off. It's getting on my nerve. Not only back there, but also here. This so cold not so bright spaces of me. I want to run.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4235970932268041629?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4235970932268041629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4235970932268041629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4235970932268041629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4235970932268041629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-you-see-kay.html' title='IF YOU SEE KAY'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-6604114712480736867</id><published>2011-12-06T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:55:37.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a song for you'/><title type='text'>Remembering a Good Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Remembering you and me&lt;br /&gt;Remembering what we used to call us&lt;br /&gt;When we're young, together and yet feeling so alive&lt;br /&gt;When the feeling was just come out of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my love&lt;br /&gt;For those years we laugh together&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my man&lt;br /&gt;For shoulders to cry on every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you my moon&lt;br /&gt;For lighten up every corner of my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you now dear?&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday we're together&lt;br /&gt;And now feel so far apart&lt;br /&gt;Though couple hundred miles away&lt;br /&gt;Still, I couldn't feel your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixhw-0XvxU4/Tt7xtZDs_OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OV-iDfiq8WA/s1600/bye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixhw-0XvxU4/Tt7xtZDs_OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OV-iDfiq8WA/s200/bye.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4800620652643977913-6604114712480736867?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6604114712480736867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6604114712480736867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6604114712480736867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6604114712480736867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/12/remembering-good-bye.html' title='Remembering a Good Bye'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixhw-0XvxU4/Tt7xtZDs_OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OV-iDfiq8WA/s72-c/bye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2106945203931164732</id><published>2011-09-12T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:57:25.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>Take It All (Adele)</title><content type='html'>Didn't I give it up&lt;br /&gt;Tried my best&lt;br /&gt;Gave you everything I had&lt;br /&gt;Everything and no less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I do it right?&lt;br /&gt;To let you down&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you got too used to&lt;br /&gt;For having me around&lt;br /&gt;Still how can you walk away&lt;br /&gt;From my tears&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be an empty road&lt;br /&gt;Without me right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But go on and take it&lt;br /&gt;Take it all with you&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back&lt;br /&gt;At this crumbling fool&lt;br /&gt;Just take it all with my love&lt;br /&gt;Take it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should leave&lt;br /&gt;To help you see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is better then this&lt;br /&gt;And this everything we need&lt;br /&gt;So is it over&lt;br /&gt;Is it really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're giving up so easily,&lt;br /&gt;I thought you loved me more than this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But go on and take it&lt;br /&gt;Take it all with you&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back&lt;br /&gt;At this crumbling fool&lt;br /&gt;Just take it all with my love&lt;br /&gt;Take it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will change if I must,&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down and bring it home,&lt;br /&gt;I will adjust,&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do,&lt;br /&gt;Is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But go on and take it&lt;br /&gt;Take it all with you&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back&lt;br /&gt;At this crumbling fool&lt;br /&gt;Just take it all with my love&lt;br /&gt;Take it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNMtssY4c30/Tt7yIaikrZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EbQK--RauTs/s1600/adele.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNMtssY4c30/Tt7yIaikrZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EbQK--RauTs/s200/adele.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-2106945203931164732?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/2106945203931164732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=2106945203931164732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2106945203931164732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2106945203931164732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/09/take-it-all-adelle.html' title='Take It All (Adele)'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNMtssY4c30/Tt7yIaikrZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EbQK--RauTs/s72-c/adele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-1135330871796037427</id><published>2011-09-12T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T02:54:55.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BONEK'/><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>There's a simple question between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Are we together because we love each other? Or, just because we love the idea of being in love with each other?&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple question, yet hard to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be both. &lt;br /&gt;Just some madly love bird, in love with each other in a beautiful afternoon breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Or, just the idea is just so perfect, in a chaotic world. Having a slightly different human beings standing tall next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;His answer is true, he's in love with me - just the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;My answer is true, i'm in love with him - just the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;But is it ever be enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too complicated to say, too complicated to solve, yet we're still together - with thousands of barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better late, than never?&lt;br /&gt;Better cry now, than later?&lt;br /&gt;Better move on, than hurting each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please..&lt;br /&gt;Do guide us, in everything that we do. &lt;br /&gt;God almighty, in every names you've been called..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still a human being - needed you inside of us.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-1135330871796037427?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/1135330871796037427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=1135330871796037427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1135330871796037427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1135330871796037427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2281226992090108788</id><published>2011-02-20T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T08:32:50.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>trash-y</title><content type='html'>I am SOMEBODY. Even God Almighty recognize me, therefore it is not such an honour to have other human being even realize that I am around. &lt;br /&gt;Having a stubborn-father-leaving-his-family thingy, and still (sometimes) refuse to remember about his own daughters, doesn't even bothering me. Well, sounds that I am such a pathetic girl - which I am not. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;This notes just come right up on my mind, when my so-called-father, text me to not wasting my time with sightseeing and trying to be somebody. Come on! Who are you, you can talk to me that way. You're my father (indeed), but you're not around, so just back-off. I am not a girl that you think I am, I am an adult, 20, closer to 21 anyway. I am living my life, enjoying it, until the last bite. I just graduated, I do want to have a life! I do want to be somebody, that others would notice! Come on! I am SOMEBODY. &lt;br /&gt;I am here, sitting on my hotel room, clicking my grey laptop, looking around Boston, and it was amazing. But that's it! Is that it? I am disappointed actualy ~with my self. Because I don't know what exactly I am doing. I love to be here. I used to love talking to people, get to know them better, but I don't get it here. How come? I got to go somewhere, maybe 7/11, grab some hot-chocolate, and then head back. &lt;br /&gt;Ok then. Sorry for talking around and around.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;I'll headed back ~soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-2281226992090108788?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/2281226992090108788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=2281226992090108788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2281226992090108788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2281226992090108788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/02/trash-y.html' title='trash-y'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2690118980441650413</id><published>2011-02-07T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:30:02.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G.O.D'/><title type='text'>Agama?!</title><content type='html'>"Ok thanks..kalau akhirnya semua tergantung manusianya,bukan agamanya,knpa agama seseorang dipermasalahkan...?," Sudjiwo Tedjo ~twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Bagaimana respond anda? Apakah memang begitu? Ketika agama bukan lagi menjadi sebuah polemik diantara masyarakat? Apa yang terjadi ketika agama membunuh anda? Bisa diumpamakan seperti Tuhan Yesus ~Katolik, di mana, karena pengakuan-Nya sebagai Tuhan bagi semua orang, Ia justru dibunuh ~disalibkan.&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana dengan Buddha? Ia dipuja selama hidupnya, dengan ketenangan lahir dan batin yang ditularkan kepada sejuta umat-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana dengan Allah? Ia meneruskan ajarannya melalui Para Nabinya, yang memang tidak jauh berbeda dengan Katolik.&lt;br /&gt;Dewa/Dewi Hindhu? Silahkan pilih, Brahma, Syiwa, lalu? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua itu adalah ajaran DUNIAWI. Sebatas pada pemahaman yang bisa dimengerti oleh KITA ~manusia. Kita tidak bisa menembus langit ke-tujuh, seperti yang Dewa19 nyanyikan. Kita hanya terkungkung pada POLA PIKIR SEMPIT MANUSIA. Yang hanya melihat agama sebatas pada apa yang ada didepan mata, tertulis di buku ini/itu, diajarkan di berbagai tempat ibadah, lalala. Apakah hanya itu SAJA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh sempit pikiran KITA ~manusia, apakah kita mau melihat sesuatu diluar itu? Tentu saja tidak, apalagi bagi masyarakat Indonesia, yang cenderung melihat semuanya pada satu sisi mata uang saja, tidak ingin sekedar membaliknya dan melihat kenyataan pada sisi lainnya. Keterbatasan manusia yang sebatas otaknya yang sebesar genggaman keduatangannya. Bagaimana dengan hal yang diluar itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berpikirlah dari hal2 yang kecil, sungguh2 kecil. Tuhan itu baik adanya, kepada siapapun mereka yang berbuat baik. Hanya sekedar membuat seseorang tersenyum di pagi hari, akan merubahnya pada hari itu, dan akan berdampak pada hidupnya di hari2 berikutnya. Sungguh hal yang sangat kecil, ketika kita hanya tersenyum manis kepada seseorang yang bisa saja dengan depresi dan membutuhkan bantuan orang lain, namun terlalu enggan untuk memintanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah. Selalu memulai berbagai hal dengan percaya, kepada apapun siapapun kapanpun dimanapun. Hal yang sangat sulit memang untuk dapat percaya kepada Hai~Dunia~Fana ini, tapi mengapa tidak? Jika niat dan tujuan kita baik adanya, semuanya yang menjadi jodoh dan rezeki kita akan datang dengan sendirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua itu baik pada waktunya, kita yakin akan kebaikan. Walaupun yang baik bagi satu orang belum tentu baik bagi yang lainnya. Namun ketika sepuluh orang bersama, dan berdoa memohon sesuatu untuk kebersamaannya, hendaklah akan terwujud sesuai dengan waktu dan tempat yang telah diatur oleh-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka, nikmatilah hidup ini.&lt;br /&gt;Naik turun, baik buruk, bagus jelek, cantik tampan, apapun perbandingan itu. Semua itu indah! Sungguh indah. Asal kita mau percaya dan yakin, bahwa semua akan hadir tepat pada waktunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih, Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Bantulah kami untuk terus mencintai-Mu, dengan sungguh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-2690118980441650413?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/2690118980441650413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=2690118980441650413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2690118980441650413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2690118980441650413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/02/agama.html' title='Agama?!'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-6769935743923774295</id><published>2011-02-07T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:18:09.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>H-1</title><content type='html'>NHW, ANS, THS, SAC, NG, DPY --&gt; You'll know when it's your name.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for being such a little family that gather all the time, either eating, complaining, laughing, or just sitting around each other - making my life complete.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever see a bunch of no-longer-teenager just sitting around from the sun asleep until the sun shines? We did it. &lt;br /&gt;We just sitting around, or looking around in the first place, to some awesome and cozy little place that could made us go beyond our imagination - THESIS!&lt;br /&gt;But, we DID it! We really did. We achieved our goal - 3.5years for our Bachelor Degree - no-puporse-to-brag, finishing it together, compile it together, and now we have to leaving each other. Hmm.. Such a hard thing to do ~really.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we have to face the future ~alone! Well, we'll be dead alone, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's just getting obvious, that we have to survive in this violent world ~by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck with that~ the thing is, you can do it, as long as you have faith in it. Michael Franti once said, Have a litte faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, basically, just believe in it! And it'll all come to you.&lt;br /&gt;#amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-6769935743923774295?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6769935743923774295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6769935743923774295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6769935743923774295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6769935743923774295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/02/h-1.html' title='H-1'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-7690984341413061263</id><published>2011-02-03T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:03:50.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>you don't know what you've got, untill it's gone</title><content type='html'>"Ketika tahu besok kaki saya akan patah. Apakah hari ini saya akan melompat sejauh mungkin atau akan menangisinya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih kepada salah satu teman baik saya, yang menghibur saya dengan pernyataan tersebut. Betapa birunya hari saya pada hari yang seharusnya dibanjiri warna merah ~Hari Raya Imlek. Saya (memang) tidak merayakannya, tapi saya merayakannya dengan kesedihan yang mendalam. &lt;br /&gt;Melihat hanya dalam beberapa hari ini, hidup saya akan dimulai. Hidup yang jauh lebih baru lagi, dan tidak terbayangkan oleh saya akan jadi seperti apa nantinya. Bagaimana ini? Pertanyaan yang seringkali muncul. Apakah yang akan saya lakukan? Siapakah yang akan saya percaya? Kenapa saya begini bukan begitu? Dan pertanyaan 5W dan 1H terus bergulir seperti lahar dingin di Kota Jogja. &lt;br /&gt;Pengamatan saya sejauh ini, saya hanya takut akan kehilangan kebebasan yang selama tiga tahun belakangan ini saya miliki. Saya bebas pergi kemana saja, melakukan apa saja, dengan siapa saja, jam berapa saja, bergaya seperti apa saja. BEBAS.&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan yang memang tidak pernah saya miliki selama tujuh belas tahun umur saya waktu itu, yang akhirnya membuat saya untuk keluar dari rumah ~kuliah, dan memulai sesuatu yang baru di kota kembang ini. (kota kembang? atau kota hujan ya? hm, apa sajalah sebutannya).&lt;br /&gt;Saya takut akan kehilangan &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;comfort zone&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yang selama ini saya miliki. Kehilangan sahabat2 yang selalu ada pada saat saya butuhkan. Kehilangan euphoria kuliah dengan jam yang padat. Kehilangan kehidupan hectic yang penuh dengan acara dan janji sana sini. Kehilangan seseorang terkasih ..... Saya tidak bisa berkata2 lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam lima hari kedepan, adalah lima hari terberat dalam hidup saya setelah kehidupan skripsi dan sidang 3bulan belakangan ini.&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih, Tuhan, atas ujian dan bantuan-Mu selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;Ajarilah saya untuk terus berjuang hanya di dalam nama-Mu.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-7690984341413061263?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/7690984341413061263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=7690984341413061263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7690984341413061263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7690984341413061263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-dont-know-what-youve-got-untill-its.html' title='you don&apos;t know what you&apos;ve got, untill it&apos;s gone'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-7442933177383530003</id><published>2011-02-02T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T22:01:10.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks dear God'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu Yang Baru (lagi)</title><content type='html'>Terima kasih, Tuhan (lagi dan lagi). Karena saya telah menyelesaikan satu tahap lagi dalam hidup saya. Menjadi seorang yang sesungguhnya bertumbuh dan belajar akan hidup merupakan impian terbesar saya. Dan, saat ini saya memperolehnya satu persatu. Memang hidup ini indah, ketika terdapat ketidaksempurnaan diatas kesempurnaan lainnya, ketidakadilan disaat keadilan lainnya. Semuanya membuat saya untuk belajar merendahkan hati. Sungguh, Engkau memberikan pelajaran berharga, untuk membuat saya melihat kebawah, di samping melihat gedung-gedung tinggi menjulang. Saya percaya inilah yang terbaik -untuk saat ini.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, saya harus berjuang lagi. Untuk dapat membanggakan orang tua, keluarga, orang-orang yang saya kasihi, dan membanggakan-Mu. Saya akan menuju sesuatu yang baru dan lebih nyata. Mengerikan? Menakutkan? Ya Ya Ya! Bagaimana ini? Saya percayakan kepada-Mu saja.&lt;br /&gt;Ajarilah untuk terus mencintai-Mu lebih dan lebih, menghargai pemberian-Mu yang luar biasa. Terima kasih, Tuhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-7442933177383530003?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/7442933177383530003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=7442933177383530003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7442933177383530003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7442933177383530003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/02/sesuatu-yang-baru-lagi.html' title='Sesuatu Yang Baru (lagi)'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-465429622721114242</id><published>2011-02-02T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:55:30.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>Is it The End?</title><content type='html'>Love.&lt;br /&gt;Captivated in some way.&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable, unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, real.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say, nothing to see.&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel.&lt;br /&gt;The way our skin softens.&lt;br /&gt;Restlessness breath in-hales and ex-hales.&lt;br /&gt;Taken by the edge of heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;At least, there’s a way.&lt;br /&gt;To feel.&lt;br /&gt;Better than bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you.&lt;br /&gt;Do not even look in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;Even though, the deepest said just nod your head.&lt;br /&gt;Really want to.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they do.&lt;br /&gt;But some of those said when it’s over then it’s over.&lt;br /&gt;So, is it over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-465429622721114242?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/465429622721114242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=465429622721114242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/465429622721114242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/465429622721114242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-it-end.html' title='Is it The End?'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-7030515642320216974</id><published>2011-02-02T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:53:45.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><title type='text'>Seorang Ibu</title><content type='html'>Ibu tersayang..&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah menangis.. janganlah air mata itu jatuh perlahan untuknya.. ia tidaklah pantas kau tangisi, ibu..&lt;br /&gt;Ia hanya lara bagimu..&lt;br /&gt;Jangalah kau perhatikan gerakgerik dan ucapan lidah tak betulangnya..&lt;br /&gt;Ia hanya goresan di hatimu..&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kau membengkakkan mata elokmu dengan bendungan air asam..&lt;br /&gt;Ia hanya akan tertawa bangga dengan itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu tersayang..&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah saat indah kita bersamanya.. Karena ia lah gerbong terakhirmu..&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah saat tertawa riang dengan kelakarnya.. Karena ia lah dagelan hidupmu..&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah saat gurauan keringnya.. Karena ia lah ombak dalam hatimu..&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah saat godaan mesranya.. Karena ia lah kekasih jiwamu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu tersayang..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah, ia akan kembali..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah, ia akan sadar..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah, ia akan menyesalinya..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah, ia masih sayang dengamu..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu tersayang..&lt;br /&gt;Aku disini, untuk mendampingimu.&lt;br /&gt;Itu saja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sayang Ibu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-7030515642320216974?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/7030515642320216974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=7030515642320216974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7030515642320216974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7030515642320216974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/02/seorang-ibu.html' title='Seorang Ibu'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-7273983825740853398</id><published>2011-02-02T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:04:45.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarjana-wati</title><content type='html'>1. Terima kasih kepada Tuhan Yang Maha Esa, karena telah membawa anak¬¬-Nya hingga awal baru dalam hidup singkatnya. Mohon maaf atas hamba-Mu yang selalu saja kurang bersyukur ini, Tuhan. Ajarilah saya untuk dapat terus mencitai-Mu dengan sepenuh hati. Mohon pendampingan¬-Mu, Ya Tuhan, dalam perjalanan hidup selanjutnya. *Jesus, (really) take the wheel*&lt;br /&gt;2. Keluarga kecil, Papa, Mama dan Ade Ayi, yang selalu mendampingi dengan tawa dan air mata. Mohon maaf, karena mba kerjaannya selalu makan, jalan-jalan, tidur, hahahaha. Tapi menyenangkan ya? Terima kasih atas doa dan dukungan Mama, yang tidak pernah bosan membicarakan kasih, hidup, anak, dan cita-cita. Mba sangat beruntung punya Mama, yang sekuat Mama! Ade Ayi (my so-called Princess), semua indah pada waktunya, sekarang waktunya mba dulu, setelah itu, Ade Ayi ya.. Selalu bersyukur setiap saat ya, De.. Hmm.. Papa, ayo segeralah sembuh! Kita bersenang-senang lagi ya ya ya.. Serta, Keluarga Besar yang selalu mendukung dan mendampingi kami setiap saat, Tuhan memberkati kita semua, amin.&lt;br /&gt;3. Prof. Colin Brown, terima kasih banyak, terima kasih, terima kasih. Saya ucapkan terima kasih banyak kepada Prof dan Bu Iem yang selalu setia setiap saat membantu saya. Karena Prof telah mengajarkan saya untuk sangat teliti dalam mengerjakan segala sesuatu, karena memang selalu ada pihak ketiga yang tertarik akan perbincangan kita berdua, Prof. Terima kasih banyak Prof, atas pembelajaran hidup kali ini, saya sangat berharap dapat terus bekerjasama dengan Prof dalam berbagai kesempatan ke depan…&lt;br /&gt;4. Terima kasih kepada Bpk. Yosep H.A.R. Widodo, selaku Kepala Kantor Imigrasi Manokwari, Irian Jaya, dalam peran pentingnya untuk dapat berhubungan secara langsung dengan pihak Keimigrasian. Terima kasih pula kepada Mas Wawan, sebagai sepupu sekaligus Pejabat Imigrasi, yang berperan besar dalam membantu pemenuhan informasi dan data yang dimuat dalam penulisan ini. Terima kasih kepada Bpk. Gatot Subroto selaku Direktur Penyidikan dan Penindakan, Direktorat Jenderal Imigrasi, atas bimbingan dan panduan dalam menyelesaikan penulisan kali ini. Terima kasih kepada Bpk. Arief Eka, selaku Pejabat Imigrasi Rudenim, Jakarta Barat, atas berbagai informasi dan bimbingannya bagi saya dan Abraham Adeputra Lambe dalam pengumpulan dan peliputan singkat dengan para pencari suaka. Terima kasih kepada Bpk. Hironimus Bala,  selaku IOM National Program Officials Jakarta, dalam bimbingan yang tidak pernah bosan dalam rangka berdiskusi mengenai polemik pencari suaka di Indonesia. Terima kasih kepada Bpk. Derwin Djarmais, UNHCR Jakarta, dalam upaya pemenuhan informasi dan data bagi kesempurnaan penulisan ini. Serta, terima kasih pula kepada para pencari suaka asal Afghanistan dan Sri Lanka yang telah bersedia bercerita dan berbagi secara singkat dengan para pembaca sekalian, mengenai kehidupannya selama ini, bagaimana dengan masa depan mereka?&lt;br /&gt;5. Dosen-dosen terkasih, Dr. Yulius Purwadi Hermawan, Ph.D, terima kasih, Mas Pur, karena telah mengajarkan banyak hal secara terperinci dan terus-menerus. Berkesan! Terima kasih, Mas Pur, karena telah mengajarkan saya menggunakan Bahasa Indonesia yang baik dalam benar dalam tulis-menulis, membuat saya belajar untuk tidak meremehkan Bahasa Indonesia. Aknolt Kristian Pakpahan, S.IP., MA., alias Bang Tian, sebagai Dosen Wali saya, yang sejak awal memaksa saya untuk terus menempuh 24 sks dan menikmati masa-masa kuliah. Bang, Silo Lulus! Terima kasih ya, Bang! Saya berharap untuk dapat belajar bersama dengan Bang Tian lagi, segera. Terima kasih juga kepada A.A. Banyu Perwita, karena telah memaksa kami untuk membaca dan membaca, karena hanya itulah kunci sebagai mahasiswa HI. Dr. I Nyoman Sudira, terima kasih karena membuat saya ingin untuk terus belajar dan belajar. Terima kasih, karena akan berangkat bersama kami ke negeri Paman Sam, semoga perjalanan kita menyenangkan. Sylvia Yazid , S.IP., MPPM, hanya pertemuan singkat di toilet siang itu telah membuat kami tersenyum dalam tangis, terima kasih, Mba. Memang ini bukan mahakarya kami, kami baru belajar untuk meneliti, Mba. Justru inilah awal hidup kami. Terima kasih, Mba. Terima kasih pula pada semua DOSEN HI UNPAR! &lt;br /&gt;6. Terima kasih banyak kepada Mas Andre, karena telah membantu kami dalam melengkapi dan mewarnai HI UNPAR dengan seribu satu kebaikan dan kemudahan. Pak Sutikno, terima kasih karena telah hadir dengan senyum indah setiap saat, dan terima kasih atas kartu bimbingan yang menyelamatkan di detik-detik terakhir. Pak Ian, terima kasih karena telah berlelah-lelah menuju BTI dan TU untuk mengurus nilai-nilai kami. Mas Heru, terima kasih karena selalu menjadi bahan pembicaraan kami, dari Mas Heru yang baik sampai Mas Heru yang mengesalkan. Mbak Is, terima kasih karena selalu ramah melayani dan membantu kami yang cerewet ini. Terima kasih kepada pihak-pihak TU yang tidak dapat disebutkan satu-persatu, terima kasih karena selalu mendengarkan dan melayani kami dengan sepenuh hati. &lt;br /&gt;7. Dewi Mulya Sari, Jessica Novia Putri, Naomi Chrysantia – DNIRNOJ? Apa ya singkatannya itu? Hahahaha... Nona-nona cantik, terima kasih ya, karena sudah menemani saya selama enam tahun belakangan ini. Saya sudah berhasil lulus! Sekarang kapan kita ketemu lagi? Kapan kita bisa main lagi? Kapan kita bisa mimpi bareng-bareng lagi? Suatu saat pasti terwujud ya, kita bareng-bareng lagi (amin). &lt;br /&gt;8. Nesya Hanna Wijaya, kembar siam? Bukan. Saudara? Bukan. Lesbian? #amit2knockonwood – Bukan! Tapi perempuan yang satu ini adalah sahabat sepenanggunan, seperantauan, senasib skripsian, semalaman, kratingdaengan, sampai sama wae sama wae. Sahabat dalam menjalankan hidup, menikmati makanan, menertawai orang, menangisi cinta, hingga menelanjangi otak – skripsi. Hahahahaa... Terima kasih, karena selalu jujur dalam berbagai hal. Mari berjuang untuk kehidupan selanjutnya! Kalau Sheila on 7 bilang, Kita lawan bersama, dingin dan panas dunia. Saat kaki t’lah lemah kita saling menopang. Hingga nanti di suatu pagi, salah satu dari kita mati. Sampai jumpa di kehidupan yang lain. :’))&lt;br /&gt;9. Adhi Nugroho Saputro, Noviany Gozali, Stevie Agustine, Dhia Paramitha, Tribudi Hutomo Sasmito – partner olala, NYC-time, Terima kasih karena selalu ada di sekitar saya. Dalam susah dan senang, selalu bisa tertawa sampai terpingkal, kenyang sampai tak bergerak, bernyanyi sampai pusing, haus sampai ga nyambung @.@ hayo! Hahahahaaa… Sekarang waktu yang selalu dipertanyakan telah tiba. Mau apa sekarang? Sekarang mau apa? Mau sekarang apa? LULUS!  SEA’s Trip? I’m in! :))) Kalau kata Rihana, What’s My Name, uh la la  – and all over again, for thousand times. &lt;br /&gt;10. GENGGONG, Rizki Bagus Satria (Ayank), Muhammad Yanuar Amantjik (A’a Uar), Putri Dyanti Rahajeng (Ade / Vety Vera), Keshia Safitri Zein (Guty Gutiwa), Inez Natalia Putri (Chelz), dan Yusuf Anshori (Joni), teman-teman seperjuangan dalam awal, pertengahan dan akhir hidup di mahligai rumah tangga per-FISIP-an! Kapan kita membiasakan hidup bahagia dan penuh cemooh seperti dulu lagi? Satu hal yang harus diingat, kabarkan kepada sahabat jika ada sesuatu yang indah!&lt;br /&gt;11. Friends or Foe! Shyerly Anindia, kita sudah damai ya? Kapan-kapan ayo kita jalan-jalan! Andi Ria Deniska, ayo semangat mencapai cita-cita, Bu Guru! Yusuf Anshori, sure you can do better than that! Pasti bisa! dan Daniel Karim, dari benci jadi … memang beda tipis. Haemm! – kepada orang-orang itulah saya bisa benar-benar belajar, marah, kesal, tertawa, menangis, sampai bergabut ria! Hebatnya luar biasa! Terima kasih! Salute! &lt;br /&gt;12. Kost-mate, Ade Septia (sudah lama tidak bersua ya, Tya), Gita Kristesia Valentina (nona yang selalu teliti mengerjakan apapun), Ira Nasution (kapan kita makan dimsum lagi?), Stephanie Amanda Bintoro (Tiga Dara dan M* Country harus berjalan, hahaha), Wibowo Anggia (Boxs!), Marco Satyarahardja (Dug Jidag Jidug), dan teman-teman kost lainnya – terima kasih banyak atas pendampingannya selama kita bersama! Segera menyusul! SE MA NGAT! &lt;br /&gt;13. Keluarga MPM 2009/2010, Dominikus Sentra, Firni Fadzrin, Theresa Silviana, Muhammad Ziad Yafie, Bagja Rahmatullah, Hanum Puti Umari, Nesya Hanna Wijaya, Stephanie Amanda Bintoro, Marcella Caroline, Hayy Azizah, Abraham Adeputra Lambe, Steffi Ray, Stiffen Andika, Theo Martinez, Adhi Priamarizki, Gunawan, Sarah Kasenda, Heribertus Wiku, jadi satu makan tai apakah semua makan t*i? Hahahahaa… Kalau mengingat masa-masa kelam, bahagia, dag-dig-dug, tidak karuan pada hari-hari itu memang RUAAARR BINNAAASAA – pejet! Tapi beneran, sungguh, tidak akan pernah terlupakan, sungguh… Justru, terkadang saya merindukan sarapan pagi atau saat-saat rapat yang diharapkan segera usai, tapi dengan canda/tawa/sepet sana/sini/nye-kil, tiada henti… Terima kasih karena kita telah mengalami rasanya makan t*i bersama! Serta, MPM FISIP, Marendra Cahya Sadikin, Adhi Priamarizki, Risky Heda, dan Victor Simbolon yang telah menjerumuskan dan memaksa saya untuk jatuh cinta pada lembaga yang sering disebut TUHAN itu. Bagaimana lagi? Semakin tinggi pohon itu, semakin tinggi pula angin yang menerpanya. Selamat berjuang! Selanjutnya, Sarah Kasenda, Hilmi Konstatinus, dan Daniel Setiawan, selamat selamat selamat! Kalian bertiga memang yahut! Sukses yaa… &lt;br /&gt;14. Keluarga ADVANCE, Bapak-bapak Terkasih, dari zaman Daywin Prayogo sampai Daniel Karim, harus saya sebut satu-persatu? VALIANT, Genrifinadi Pamungkas, Isna Fachrurrozi, Mohammad Fahmy, Martinus Adhi Pambudi, Satrio Anindito, Ravi Azhari, Risky Heda, Irwan, Adriel Alexander, Yoka Brahma Putra, Irwan, Egi Primayoga, Bonifasius Abiseka, Lion Manalu, Wibowo Anggia, Fahrul Harundani, Hamdan Muhammad, Saptadi, Wilson Saputra, Mufti Zulmi. VALKRIYE, Ilham Azwar, Edhu Erlansyah, Wilson Saputra, Hamdan Muhammad, Saptadi, Fahrul Harundani, Ugy Yusuf, Rinaldi Inal,  Cahya Satria, Daniel Samosir, Garry Wicaksono, Muhammad Erwinsyah, Husin Assegaf,  Hmmm… Ibu-ibu Tercinta ya; Shitta Apsari, Fiona Ekaristi Putri, Astari Soewondo, Intan Tarigan, Listya Diani, Jennifer Bako. Terima kasih atas berjuta senyum, pelajaran, tawa hingga tangis selama dua tahun terakhir ini. Saya bakal kangen (banget) sama bangun pagi-pagi buta harus cuci beras dengan air zuper dingin, masak ini itu, siang sampe malam di setahun pertama (Bu Shitta dan Bu Pipin).  Saya juga bakal kangen (banget) sama bangun pagi-pagi buta dan memaksa Bako dan Nci untuk bergerak dari sleeping bag menuju dapur di pojokkan itu. Saya, Astro, Intan, tinggal ongkang-ongkang kaki, walaupun akhirnya turun tangan, karena mupeng! Hahahaha… Saya tunggu main-main di kesempatan berikutnya! Kemah? Bakdes? LDK? Apapun itu, ajak-ajak yaa… :’) &lt;br /&gt;15. Delegates for the Federal Republic of Germany! Abiseka Putuhena, Valerinne Prayastra Hutagalung, Yusuf Anshori, Desi Vicianna, dan Shyerly Anindia Hariyanto. Akhirnya! Kita telah mencapai Jerman-pasca-perang-dunia-ke-dua… (yang terjadi pada saat Sidang UNFCCC berlangsung, apakah anda ingat?). Mohon maaf dan terima kasih kepada Delegasi Jerman tercinta, atas perjalanan menuju Bonn1-2-3-… sampai Prakdip beres. Dengan harapan persahabatan kita jalan terus ya? Selalu terharu mengingat masa-masa kumpul, yang penting kumpul – walaupun cuma makan, bergosip, ketawa/ketiwi, curhat sana sini, dan marah-marah, tapi kegiatan itu sangat saya rindukan! :’((&lt;br /&gt;16. HI UNPAR, Yohannes Miko Sularso, Theodorus Albertus, Nayana Tantri Dharsono, Andi Ria Deniska (Eks-Ninja!), Rick Joseph Halomoan Pasaribu, Meutia Ananda, Daniel Karim, Gita Kristesia Valentina, Celestinus Hendra, Nesya Hanna Wijaya, Diandra Dewi, Gilimandra Sugiharto, Putu Ayu Natya, Zeva Aulia Sudana, Shyerly Anindia Hariyanto, Desi Vicianna, Gilang Bhaskara, Felisita, Isabela Nadya, Elisabeth Pauli, Pascal Marcel Norotouw, Pricilla Wismoyo, Teresa Sari, Johnny Aditya Yudha, Erick Radiktya, Martina Ayu Christanti, Daniel, Yanny, Yoevieta Rani, Pieter, Jasmond Adi Saputra, Kalista Mathias, Angelia Isabellia, Danur Kristanto, Adinda Meycy, Deviana Dewi, Yusviari Yuwono, Eduardus Eduard (Top-Man-List), Metha Juanita, Norma Mariana, Turin Airlangga, Angelina Lourensia, Jiwa Ramadhan, Cahyo Sugiharto, dan sejagat raya FISIP! Terima kasih atas pengalaman dan kenangan yang indah luar biasa! Ayo, segera lulus, lulus segera! Lezatos!&lt;br /&gt;17. Keluarga HNMUN 2011) Terima kasih karena terus mendukung si Ibu Advance ini, dengan mentolerir kegiatan jalan2, karaokean, shopping, hingga dukungan yang terus bergulir. Terima kasih untuk Shafira Ayunindya, Tribudi Hutomo, Hanum Puti Umari, Yosep Supriadi, Stevi Ariestaputra, Rara Rizal, Noah, Devi Natasia, Della Irwanto, Fajar Alam Putra, Lani Diana, Josefhine Chitra, Made Diangga, Dian Hutami, Dimas, dan Anditya Sudiro, I can’t capture next week’s trip without all of you guys, let’s knock ‘em out! &lt;br /&gt;18. SATRE, Muhammad Yanuar Amantjik, Rizki Bagus Satria, Meiko Monteiro, Meliana Simamora, Kiki Syamsyudin, Johan, Sahdy Yuniar, Lili Yunita, Prianggono, Dimas Raspati, Ramanadi Hasna Dimaja, Stevie Agustine, Intan Tarigan, Riki Firmansyah, Sorta Lidia, Rudiyanto, Rebecca Aurelya, Klara Liona, Bramantya Basuki, Cosa Eranus, dan masih banyak lagi… Terima kasih karena membuat saya belajar hidup dengan lebih ekspresif dan diluar dari pikiran manusia pada umumnya. Saya ingin berlari lagi, membuka kotak lagi, menyimpannya, dan siap menjadi orang lain! “hong wilahong, wilahong, bawono, segolo langgeng” #nahlo! Hahahahahaa… &lt;br /&gt;19. Bapak/Ibu Iwan, Shinta dan Putri, terima kasih banyak, karena telah menjadi keluarga mini yang selalu hadir setiap hari, dengan senyum a’la pepsodent! :D Pak, Bu, terima kasih, anak mu yang lantai atas dan sering berisik ini, akhirnya sudah lulus, berkat doa Bapak/Ibu. Wah, kapan bisa ketemu lagi ya? Nanti kalo Shinta dan Putri sudah besar ya, Pak/Bu. Terima kasih banyak…&lt;br /&gt;20. Hmm, jeng jeng jeng jenggg! Derry Kusnandar, Kuskus, Si Boss, Kumar, Dinding Kost, Uda, Abang, Akhi, Bocah, Kakek, Si Kom, Eyang Kakung, apalagi ya? #bercandabercanda. Siapapun, dialah seseorang itu. Saya (terus berusaha untuk) tidak mengucapkannya. Menyenangkan, karena penuh dengan kenekatan hadir dalam hidup saya, masih nekat juga? Hajar terus? Menyenangkan, mengharukan, sekaligus menyesakan hingga saat ini selalu ada ketika saya yang hanya bisa diam dan kaku, berisik, marah-marah, bawel, cerewet, labil, sampai nangis-nangis. Mungkin kita memang tidak bisa selalu bersama, tapi masa depan ya siapa yang tahu... Perpanjang visa yuk? Ayo, belajar terus tentang hidup, karena hidup memang adalah sebuah pelajaran. Semangat berjuang! Pasti bisa jauh lebih baik ya! (Salam, Bonek).&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih kepada semua pihak (tanpa terkecuali) yang telah mendukung kelancaran penulisan kali ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-7273983825740853398?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/7273983825740853398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=7273983825740853398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7273983825740853398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7273983825740853398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2011/02/sarjana-wati.html' title='Sarjana-wati'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4831497769816523080</id><published>2010-11-21T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T07:57:58.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>BERHENTI</title><content type='html'>Saya akan menjadi manusia yang sehat jasmani dan rohani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita barusan, yang menceritakan hilangnya saya selama (kurang lebih) dua puluh empat jam, masih berlanjut. Karena malam ini saya berair mata sejadi2nya. Takut kehilangan orang (bocah) yang satu ini. &lt;br /&gt;Catatan saja, semalam saya berasap sejadi2nya, dan saya menikmati satu gelas (kecil) sebuah cairan yang berasa panas di leher, perut, dan menyebabkan pusing2 yang cukup lama. Haemm...&lt;br /&gt;Hilangnya saya saja, sudah (selalu) membuatnya panik! Dan memang Ia panik, dan mencari ke seluruh dunia, Terima kasih Tuhan saya sudah ditemukannya. :)&lt;br /&gt;Laporan pun harus saya buat - secara lisan, kepada kekasih saya tercinta. Saya hilang, Ia panik, dan mendiamkan saya! Saya meluncur ke sebuah tempat dimana Ia berada, dengan semangkuk spaghetti tuna pedas dan udang goreng, siap disantapnya! Sogokan pertama berhasil..&lt;br /&gt;Berhasil membuatnya tersenyum dan ya memang masih melankolis sedikit karena kejadian di film kemarin. Haemm... Setidaknya suasana sudah sedikit membaik.&lt;br /&gt;Namun, laporan mengenai cairan itu ada di akhir pertemuan saya dengannya. Alhasil, Ia diam seribu bahasa, dengan wajahnya yang mengencang dan tidak ingin melihat saya.&lt;br /&gt;*PLAK! Saya sudah seperti tertampar, tapi tidak. &lt;br /&gt;Ia hanya DIAM. Bahkan lebih sakit daripada saya di tampar bolak balik.&lt;br /&gt;Caranya memang aneh, dan sangat membuat saya kewalahan. Saya tidak tahu mau berkomentar apalagi. Ia saja terdiam dan terus terdiam, sampai akhirnya saya ingin pulang, duduk di sebuah kendaraan, dan ia duduk di samping saya.&lt;br /&gt;Kami hanya DIAM. Dengan nafasnya yang cepat, saya semakin bingung dan lebih panik.&lt;br /&gt;Saya takut.&lt;br /&gt;Saya takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir terucap kata2 yang sangat saya hindari selama ini. &lt;br /&gt;Saya takut, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia memang harus mendapatkan orang yang lebih baik dari saya.&lt;br /&gt;Jauh lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;Karena saya hanya memberikannya beban dan halangan untuknya.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf, Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang harus saya perbuat?&lt;br /&gt;Saya semakin panik, takut sekali.&lt;br /&gt;Dasar perempuan, air mata saya pun pecah di pelupuk.&lt;br /&gt;Sambil mengucapkan kata maaf, dan maaf, dan maaf.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf, karena saya telah menjadi beban.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf, karena saya selalu merepotkan.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf, karena saya jadi anak manja.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf, karena saya tiak sesuai seperti yang Ia inginkan.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf, karena saya hanya menjadi perempuan egois.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf, Maaf, Maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seharusnya, Ia mendapatkan yang lebih baik dari saya.&lt;br /&gt;*DHUAR! Pecah lagi air mata itu.&lt;br /&gt;Haemm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan (lagi2) Ia panik!&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rangkulannya itu, saya malah semakin menjadi2.&lt;br /&gt;Diambilnya kunci, dan diantarkannya saya pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memaksa saya tersenyum, menunjukkan gigi dengan lebar, bermain dengan menggoyangkan mulut kesana kemari, tertawa - sama seperti apa yang saya lakukan untuk menghiburnya seperti biasa.&lt;br /&gt;Dan memang itu berhasil untuk saya.&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih, Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan terima kasih, Sayang.&lt;br /&gt;Karena Ia masih selalu setia disamping saya, untuk memarahi saya, mencari saya, melindungi saya, merawat saya, merangkul saya, mencium saya, membawa saya, menertawakan saya, menangisi saya, memikirkan saya, dan selalu menyayangi saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih, Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya akan membawa diri saya menjadi saya yang dulu - lebih baik, lebih sehat.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4831497769816523080?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4831497769816523080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4831497769816523080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4831497769816523080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4831497769816523080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/11/berhenti.html' title='BERHENTI'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-5273698915147336150</id><published>2010-11-21T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T07:42:20.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks dear God'/><title type='text'>Terima Kasih, Tuhan</title><content type='html'>Hari ini, Luar Biasa!&lt;br /&gt;Bercampur aduk diantara senang, sedih, dan segala rupa. Sejak semalam memang telepon seluler saya selalu aktif dengan sinyal yang ok (penuh!)Yang ternyata tak ada gunanya, karena telepon seluler saya, tidak dapat (sekali pun) di hubungi, menerima pesan, di telepon atau apapun itulah caranya untuk menghubungi saya.&lt;br /&gt;Saya memang sedang gila kemarin. Acara yang selama ini menjadi sebuah titik balik bagi mahasiswa jurusan saya, telah terjadi kepada saya - sebagai ujung tombak tiga setengah tahun saya belajar. Ternyata, tidak semua orang melihatnya seperti itu. &lt;br /&gt;Adalah sebuah hal yang salah, melihat diputarnya sebuah video zaman dulu di dua layar besar ruangan itu, karena membuat saya dan teman2 yang lain sedih, apalagi seseorang yang sangat berarti untuk saya, kekasih saya.&lt;br /&gt;Ia telah berkeratbat dengan saya sejak pertama kali kami duduk di bangku kuliah, dulu Ia menjadi rival saya, hahaha. Yang ternyata Ia menginginkan jabatan yang dulu pernah saya duduki. Yang ternyata (lagi), waktu itu Ia sedang sakit, sehingga tidak bisa mengikuti jalannya pemilihan. (Maaf, sayang)&lt;br /&gt;Jadilah saya yang duduk di jabatan itu saat itu. Dan kmarin diputarlah sebuah film singkat mengenai perjalanan hidup selama tiga setengah tahun di kota ini. Acara tersebut menjadi salah satunya, yang ternyata Ia tidak ada dalam salah satu video yang menunjukkan saya dengan dua orang wakil lainnya - well, Ia terpilih menjadi wakil saya pada saat itu, Wakil III (tercinta), walaupun saya sempat (sangat) tidak suka dengan Ia. hahahaha. Dan sekarang? Ia adalah kekasih saya. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ke-melankolis-annya kemarin beralasan, ternyata Ia sadar dan menyatakan bahwa ia bukanlah bagian dari jurusan saya (padahal jelas, Ia adalah bagiannya).&lt;br /&gt;Melihat tampilan foto demi foto, memang tidak ada wajahnya. &lt;br /&gt;Haemmm.. Bagaimana ini, Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;Saya yang duduk berselang satu dengannya, hanya berpikir bagaimana menyelesaikan hari ini dengan baik, titik. Itu saja. Bagaimana ini, Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;Tidak terpikir oleh saya, Ia terluka dan memang ingin lari saja dari ruangan itu. Jujur, sayang, saya juga ingin segera lari saja, itu saja. Tapi apa mau dikata? Tidak bisa keluar begitu saja dari ruangan besar sore itu. &lt;br /&gt;Dan, akhirnya, selesai acara pun, Ia memang tidak tersenyum manis seperti biasanya dan seperti yang lainnya. Bocah (kekasih) saya yang satu ini, memang selalu terdiam dan mencari ketenangan dengan dirinya sendiri. Yang akhirnya dapat Ia temukan pada salah satu sahabatnya (laki-laki juga, untung!). Pembicaraan itupun hanya terbatas pada mereka berdua, dimana saya harus pulang dan tidak bersua lagi dengannya. &lt;br /&gt;Ketika malam tiba, dimulailah acara di sebuah tempat di kawasan kota ini, diramaikan oleh teman2 terdekat saya (teman2 kuliah) yang berasal dari berbagai latar belakang. Kegalauan hati saya memenangkan malam itu, dibandingkan kelelahan tubuh yang sudah tidak dapat dikendalikan. Dan segeralah saya menyusul ke tempat itu.&lt;br /&gt;Dengan diramaikan teman2 yang (sama) lelahnya dan (sama) ingin bersenang2nya, saya mengikuti arus yang ada, dengan asap dmana2, dan minuman dari berasa sampai tidak berasa. Menikmati Hidup, judulnya malam ini.&lt;br /&gt;Saya melirik ke dalam tas yang berisikan telepon seluler saya, tidak terdapat satu (pun) pesan, panggilan tak terjawab - yah.. Hingga (tengah) malam tiba, tak ada apapun. Walapun saya sudah izin pada Ia, tapi Ia tak berkomentar (ternyata pesannya tidak masuk). Tuhan!&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa dengan telepon seluler saya?&lt;br /&gt;Hingga pagi, siang, menjemput saya, saya tidak menerima satu pesan ataupun panggilan tak terjawab, yah.. Saya melanjutkan saja hibernasi saya di hari minggu (skali lagi tidak ke gereja). Haemmm...&lt;br /&gt;Sore menjelang, pintu saya diketuk dengan kerasnya! Saya pun kaget, dan segera melihat siapakah di luar sana. Ternyata salah satu teman satu atap saya, yang sedang menyampaikan pesan dari kekasih saya - yang notabene sejak semalam telah mencari saya kemana2. Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, teman saya pun menemukan saya (yang hilang ini).&lt;br /&gt;Ibu saya dan teman2 lain juga mencari saya, padahal, saya hanya tidur seharian dengan malasnya di kamar saya sendiri. &lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih kepada teman2 dan Ibu saya, saya telah ditemukan. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-5273698915147336150?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/5273698915147336150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=5273698915147336150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5273698915147336150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5273698915147336150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/11/terima-kasih-tuhan.html' title='Terima Kasih, Tuhan'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-8442001320157882686</id><published>2010-11-09T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:51:01.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>9 (fat big) Months!</title><content type='html'>Thank you, my Dearest-Man.&lt;br /&gt;You're my Best-Man, ever. We've been living together for quite a while, thank you for you time, energy, money, love, and passion for me. Handling me with my complicated life, it's such a huge honor for me. A pleasure, actually.&lt;br /&gt;It has to end, Dearest-Man.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sooner or later? But, it would be better, if.. If what? &lt;br /&gt;I (really) do not know about it, Dearest-Man.&lt;br /&gt;Our time's running out. &lt;br /&gt;Our time's running out.&lt;br /&gt;Our time's running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the picture, in how you capture your future.&lt;br /&gt;You're not in the picture, in how I capture my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're living the presents (gift) now.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Dearest-God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we be separated?&lt;br /&gt;Should I go?&lt;br /&gt;Should you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should we do?&lt;br /&gt;Just living these presents (gift) life?&lt;br /&gt;Until when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose going to stop it, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Is it us?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the universe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I exaggerating here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I always the one that do the talking?&lt;br /&gt;This talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Why you could not be asleep tonight, Dearest-Man?&lt;br /&gt;Were you thinking about this?&lt;br /&gt;(Well, I - really, do not think so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have too much in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want, to be a burden, a barrier, even a dot in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (do) love you (very much), indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you (already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and Hugs for my Dearest-Man.&lt;br /&gt;*see you in the next life, maybe, we can be together. Give us a chance, Dearest-God.&lt;br /&gt;If it is the thing that he wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is ONE, though we're not ONE. Then, let's resemble together, and become ONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-8442001320157882686?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/8442001320157882686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=8442001320157882686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8442001320157882686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8442001320157882686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/11/9-fat-big-months.html' title='9 (fat big) Months!'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-5103178194839271862</id><published>2010-11-09T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:41:42.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>The (real) World</title><content type='html'>I'm twenty (20) years old now. Is it the (really) time to grow up? (hell yeah, dear). But the thing is, I really do not know what to do. Really, really.&lt;br /&gt;Less than three (3) months I will be away to United States (Thank you, Dearest God), then? What should I do? Right now, I really should finish my thesis, for the sake of my self and I. Therefore, I can finish my thesis on-time, by January 2011, then go on to United States, maybe extend some quite time there - figuring out what am I going to do with my (so called) LIFE. Then, I'll be handling with the (hectic) hometown - Jakarta. Maybe living and learning about new things over and over again, involving myself into some work with my friends. You know? Serious work! To live my life.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Graduation Day! I'll be having with both of my PARENTS and my little SISTER, then, afterwards, I'll be leaving for Switzerland - Master Degree on Development Studies, The Graduate Institute, Geneva. Followed by taking my parents and my little sister on vacation in Europe. Then? Working in international organization or Doctoral Degree, maybe. :)&lt;br /&gt;Making my parents and my little sister proud of me. &lt;br /&gt;Then, I shall die in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-5103178194839271862?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/5103178194839271862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=5103178194839271862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5103178194839271862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5103178194839271862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/11/real-world.html' title='The (real) World'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-3175555922826719029</id><published>2010-11-09T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:32:03.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>Peri Cintaku (Marcell)</title><content type='html'>Di dalam hati ini hanya satu nama&lt;br /&gt;Yang ada di tulus hati ku ingini&lt;br /&gt;Kesetiaan yang indah takkan tertandingi&lt;br /&gt;Hanyalah dirimu satu peri cintaku&lt;br /&gt;Benteng begitu tinggi sulit untuk ku gapai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku untuk kamu, kamu untuk aku&lt;br /&gt;Namun semua apa mungkin iman kita yang berbeda&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan memang satu, kita yang tak sama&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah aku lantas pergi meski cinta takkan bisa pergi&lt;br /&gt;Benteng begitu tinggi sulit untuk ku gapai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku untuk kamu, kamu untuk aku&lt;br /&gt;Namun semua apa mungkin iman kita yang berbeda&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan memang satu, kita yang tak sama&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah aku lantas pergi meski cinta takkan bisa pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah cinta anugerah berikan aku kesempatan&lt;br /&gt;Tuk menjaganya sepenuh jiwa oooh&lt;br /&gt;(aku untuk kamu, kamu untuk aku&lt;br /&gt;Namun semua apa mungkin iman kita yang berbeda)&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan memang satu, kita yang tak sama&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah aku lantas pergi meski cinta takkan bisa pergi&lt;br /&gt;(aku untuk kamu, kamu untuk aku&lt;br /&gt;Namun semua apa mungkin iman kita yang berbeda)&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan memang satu, kita yang tak sama&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah aku lantas pergi meski cinta takkan bisa pergi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3175555922826719029?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3175555922826719029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3175555922826719029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3175555922826719029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3175555922826719029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/11/peri-cintaku-marcell.html' title='Peri Cintaku (Marcell)'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-6161824315918493088</id><published>2010-10-14T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T06:34:41.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BONEK'/><title type='text'>it's getting more and more absurd.</title><content type='html'>Now, it's time for us to grow up. Enough with the tickling, laughing, hugging, cuddling, and teasing each other. The other day, almost certain, it'll last long (as long as the HIghway 11 Pan-American Highway). But, it's getting more absurd today. You're making me mature enough to see the end of the road. Either as one or as two. &lt;br /&gt;Are we meant to be? The heck, i don't know. Are we suppose to be separated? The hell, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Give me ONE reason, Why should i? Why should i go on with or without you?&lt;br /&gt;Make me understand what's on your bald black small head! Tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-6161824315918493088?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6161824315918493088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6161824315918493088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6161824315918493088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6161824315918493088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-getting-more-and-more-absurd.html' title='it&apos;s getting more and more absurd.'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-3524671173494299625</id><published>2010-09-14T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:00:29.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>Target Tujuh Bulan!</title><content type='html'>TARGET BONEKwan &amp; BONEKwati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Menikmati waktu2 terakhir bersama. Mengoptimalkan berbagai kemungkinan yang ada sekarang. Apapun yang ada, adalah yang terbaik diantara saya dan anda, amin. Dengan segala yang ada. Jujur, bahagia memang bersamamu. Namun apa daya? "NEKAT" anda tidak se"NEKAT" saya. &lt;br /&gt;2. Segera berakhir. Sebelum semuanya semakin rumit, sayang. Karena memang tidak akan pergi kemana, masing2 dengan jalannya masing2. &lt;br /&gt;3. Berlari. Sekencang mungkin, entah mengejar matahari, bulan, bintang, atau galaksi lain. Melupakan apapun yang pernah terjadi diantara saya dan anda. &lt;br /&gt;4. Bergerak maju. Tanpa menoleh sedikit pun ke belakang. Mencari, memilih dan menghabiskan waktu seumur hidup dengan siapapun itu. &lt;br /&gt;5. Tuhan memberkati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TUHAN! Terima kasih, telah membawa saya kepadanya. Saya bahagia, Tuhan. Terima kasih. Terima kasih, Tuhan. &lt;br /&gt;*TUHAN! Kapan waktu yang tepat, Tuhan? Saya tidak sanggup mengungkapkan ini, Tuhan. Tersangkut bersama tenggorok ujung paru2 kotor saya, Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;*TUHAN! Kemanakah saya harus pergi? Kepada siapa? Untuk apa, Tuhan? Bimbing kami, Tuhan. Hamba-Mu yang tersesat diantara satu hati. &lt;br /&gt;*TUHAN! Salah siapa ini? Salahkah saya? Sesak jantung ini, sungguh. Apa yang harus saya lakukan, Tuhan? Siapakah dia? Hingga membuat saya seperti ini? Ataukah hanya saya yang begini? Merasakan rasa yang menusuk jantung seperti ini?&lt;br /&gt;*TUHAN! Bawa saya pergi saja. Kemanapun, sejauh mungkin, Tuhan. Lari? Mungkin, tapi hanya lari kepada-Mu, Tuhan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bapa kami yang ada di surga, Dimuliakanlah nama-Mu, Datanglah kerajaan-Mu, Jadilah kehendak-Mu, Diatas bumi seperti di dalam surga. Berilah kami rezeki pada hari ini, Dan ampunilah kesalahan kami, Seperti kamipun mengampuni yang bersalah kepada kami. Janganlah masukan kami ke dalam api pencobaan, Tetapi bebaskanlah kami dari yang jahat. Amin.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3524671173494299625?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3524671173494299625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3524671173494299625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3524671173494299625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3524671173494299625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/09/target-tujuh-bulan.html' title='Target Tujuh Bulan!'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-6720134980780051084</id><published>2010-09-14T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:23:27.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>mengapa ini yang terjadi</title><content type='html'>Tiada yang salah dengan perbedaan dan segala yang kita punya&lt;br /&gt;Yang salah hanyalah sudut pandang kita, yang membuat kita terpisah&lt;br /&gt;Karena tak seharusnya, perbedaan menjadi jurang&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah kita diciptakan, untuk dapat saling melengkapi&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ini yang terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mestinya, perbedaan bukan alasan untuk tak saling memahami&lt;br /&gt;Harusnya, cinta bisa member jalan tuk satukan semua harapan&lt;br /&gt;Karena tak seharusnya, perbedaan menjadi jurang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah kita diciptakan, untuk dapat saling melengkapi&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ini yang terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah kita diciptakan, untuk dapat saling melengkapi&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ini yang terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena tak seharusnya, perbedaan menjadi jurang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah kita diciptakan, untuk dapat saling melengkapi&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ini yang terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah kita diciptakan, untuk dapat saling melengkapi&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ini yang terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah kita diciptakan, untuk dapat saling melengkapi&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ini yang terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa ini yang terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tere feat Valent)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-6720134980780051084?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6720134980780051084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6720134980780051084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6720134980780051084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6720134980780051084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/09/mengapa-ini-yang-terjadi.html' title='mengapa ini yang terjadi'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-9016636808305463792</id><published>2010-08-30T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:57:04.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>GILA</title><content type='html'>Udah habis berapa hari ini, mba?&lt;br /&gt;"Bisa dihitung dengan tangan dan kaki kok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Dimanakah saya sebenarnya? Saya memang hilang ditelan apalah itu, dan tidak bisa kembali ke titik dimana saya merasa baik, damai, adem, tentram, dan penuh energi. Kenapa bisa begini? Pertanyaan itu terus muncul, dan memaksa saya untuk berpikir kembali pada titik di mana saya masih menjadi saya. Dan sekarang saya adalah siapa? Andai saya mengerti dan bisa segera menjawabnya, semua pasti akan lebih indah adanya. Saya sangat berharap dan berdoa, untuk dapat kembali pada saya - seorang saya yang selalu tersenyum manis pada siapapun. Dibanding, saya yang selalu ketus dan mengomentari orang lain dengan pedas. &lt;br /&gt;Saya mohon, Tuhan. Kembalikan saya pada saya. Jangan bawa saya pergi.&lt;br /&gt;Pada titik ini, saya berharap untuk menghilang ditelan bumi, dan bawalah saya ke perut bumi sampai hancur berkeping2. Karena merasa tidak berguna bagi siapapun dan apapun. Tidak dapat memperoleh kedamaian yang dulu selalu saya banggakan. Karena saya sekarang sangat mudah berubah dan tidak stabil adanya.&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa dengan semua ini?&lt;br /&gt;Saya kehilangan pegangan, untuk dapat berputar kembali dengan waktu dan irama dunia. Sekarang saya sangat menikmati duduk diam, dan melamun saja. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa bisa begini? Kenapa bisa begitu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-9016636808305463792?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/9016636808305463792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=9016636808305463792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/9016636808305463792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/9016636808305463792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/08/gila.html' title='GILA'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-7840278709700962875</id><published>2010-08-29T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T10:58:41.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>2 Korintus 6:14</title><content type='html'>Janganlah kamu merupakan pasangan yang tidak seimbang dengan orang-orang yang tak percaya. Sebab persamaan apakah terdapat antara kebenaran dan kedurhakaan? Atau bagaimanakah terang dapat bersatu dengan gelap? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; What should i say, dearest-man?&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i have nothing to say. Just wondering what is all about. Balance means parametically equal. Well, we're equally human beings - created by The Greatest One. The One and Only. &lt;br /&gt;But, The Greatest One do us together. What's the future? What's going to happen? It's a mystery indeed. Believe it or not, good or bad, even worst or best, it's just another suprising moment and time - don't know who, what, where, when, how, and even why. The process is the precious things, ever. Once you've said that. &lt;br /&gt;Indeed, i like the way your thoughts lead us to another story. Enjoying what's in front of us, beside and behind us. &lt;br /&gt;You? You are behind, beside and in front of me. Living this whole new life with you, has been another amazing adventure in my life, dearest-man.&lt;br /&gt;God always be with us, either you have to seek it to the western side, or even me long lasting inside of me. We're happy with what we are, right?&lt;br /&gt;Does it just not enough? It's enough, anyway. Our thoughts may be far apart, you from you fundamentalists families, and me with my democrats families. &lt;br /&gt;But, indeed, (again), we're together no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Along with this written so called heart to heart talks, i've said to you, i will always be with you. (no matter what)&lt;br /&gt;We can go through it together. It's going to be tough, roughy, hell hard what's in front of us. But, it's life. Jump along with the air that take us, jump along with God who always be with us.&lt;br /&gt;Big Love, &lt;br /&gt;BONEK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-7840278709700962875?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/7840278709700962875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=7840278709700962875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7840278709700962875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7840278709700962875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/08/2-korintus-614.html' title='2 Korintus 6:14'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-7929327294593146779</id><published>2010-08-23T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:22:24.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>All the way here, i keep complaining about your business in life. Hate it like you do! But, always hoping you're doing your best - i know you do. Come on, let's do this! You (and I) can do it! Sure you will.&lt;br /&gt;Many things come to you, you're being blues. But only one thing (not) coming to me (it's you), I'm being blues. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's compares to you, dear. NOT A SINGLE THING (Hope God won't envy this, He'll understand. Amen.)&lt;br /&gt;When we apart, moving on. Because, i am still thinking of you all the time. Either you're thinking of me or you're (still) thinking of me. (connected)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy, seeing two letters in the technological screen every single day. It's reminds me of you, just you, indeed. Those two letters changes the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;So, i called it a day. Thank you dearest man. &lt;br /&gt;See you in real life, the sooner the better. (the later? also better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Target: (YOU) know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-7929327294593146779?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/7929327294593146779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=7929327294593146779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7929327294593146779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7929327294593146779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-8937431156764762285</id><published>2010-08-19T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T04:19:50.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>(your) Joy and (my) River</title><content type='html'>that was day i promised, never sing of love, if it does not exist. (Paramore - the Only Exception)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i going to do? I've got thousands words to say, but in fact, you do not have even a minute to hear it. I hate it. I hate this. Many things stuck in your mind, and the hell, i do not even know what it is. What am i suppose to do? Just sitting here, smoking around, singing along? Come on. Let's face the reality together. You (in fact) never put me inside your mind. Having fun with your mind, huh? Enjoy. Because i'm not going to wait any longer. &lt;br /&gt;Am i ever crossed your mind? Dear, please. Let me understand, make me understang. That it is just not about that stupid fucking thing. It's about us now, us!&lt;br /&gt;Am i a fool? That you cannot talk to? Pity me, then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-8937431156764762285?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/8937431156764762285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=8937431156764762285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8937431156764762285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8937431156764762285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/08/your-joy-and-my-river.html' title='(your) Joy and (my) River'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-1431604925647188932</id><published>2010-05-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:19:36.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>MY - SMART (LOVE) AS*</title><content type='html'>Dearest, My Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can simplefied my complicated thoughts, easely. You can minimized my macro minds, instantly. Well, that's what i like about you.&lt;br /&gt;Even though, they mocked us somehow, but we keep stand still.&lt;br /&gt;Many of our dearest friends, protect us from a distance, Thank you for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-1431604925647188932?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/1431604925647188932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=1431604925647188932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1431604925647188932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1431604925647188932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-smart-love-as.html' title='MY - SMART (LOVE) AS*'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-960993204654181642</id><published>2010-05-09T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T12:12:01.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>Strong-Hearted</title><content type='html'>What i used to say to people - is happening to me, definitely. How come? I really don't know. Maybe that's what you called, what you see in most people is what you are. Telling them about every single thing easly, is not easly anyway. &lt;br /&gt;What so different about it? I really don't know. &lt;br /&gt;How to deal with it? Where should i seek the answer?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of something huge here. Something that most people doesn't know about me. How i treated my self and my dearest one - unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Fair and square for those who are not my dearest one.&lt;br /&gt;I mistreated him so badly, even want to spend my entire day to just sitting next to him. But, he got bored easly. In ten minutes of silence, he would be asleep. What a nightmare! No it's not, it's what keep me awake, sitting and sitting and sitting. He used to talk much around me. Well, he still do talk much around me. But not now, because we are facing the tighten schedule around us. That cannot smash in the same time and same room with the same people.&lt;br /&gt;We spent our time differently, he used to chit chat with his beloved friends, while i used to spending most of my time working on something or just hanging out with my beloved friends. Which we had no common friends, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Different place, time, friends, and games. &lt;br /&gt;We are different. From bunches of places around the city. &lt;br /&gt;But, we met, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;We fell for each other.&lt;br /&gt;And, we enjoyed every single thing that we do.&lt;br /&gt;I loved his black strong hair, He loved my soft cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a huge task now.&lt;br /&gt;What should i do?&lt;br /&gt;I definitely, have to do something to help him out.&lt;br /&gt;He sorted all of his problems alone, when i sorted mine with him always standing next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Let me do this things rightly.&lt;br /&gt;Righteously.&lt;br /&gt;Please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something for him.&lt;br /&gt;For my dearest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting us to be together.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what happens next, but i know it would be all is well.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest good for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-960993204654181642?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/960993204654181642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=960993204654181642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/960993204654181642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/960993204654181642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/05/strong-hearted.html' title='Strong-Hearted'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4724702545715413631</id><published>2010-03-09T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:39:31.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>Gejala Gejili</title><content type='html'>Harus Cepet Sembuh..&lt;br /&gt;Rajin minum obat, Rajin minum jus jambu, Rajin makan sehat, Rajin shalat..&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya hidup bahagia, Sayang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4724702545715413631?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4724702545715413631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4724702545715413631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4724702545715413631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4724702545715413631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/03/gejala-gejili.html' title='Gejala Gejili'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-8398486608910188278</id><published>2010-03-07T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:15:33.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>God Bless</title><content type='html'>Susah sekali berkomunikasi dengan manusia yang satu ini. Semuanya bisa berubah dengan drastis dalam waktu yang singkat. Sedang istirahat dia hari ini. Sakit. Padahal Ujian Dua Mata Kuliah menunggu senin ini. &lt;br /&gt;Cepatlah sembuh, Sayang. &lt;br /&gt;Kita Rayakan Kesibukan Kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-8398486608910188278?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/8398486608910188278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=8398486608910188278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8398486608910188278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8398486608910188278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-bless.html' title='God Bless'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-7088645970264748436</id><published>2010-02-23T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:31:49.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(bonek)'/><title type='text'>(not) Love at First Sight</title><content type='html'>Dengan perawakannya yang mungil disandingkan denganku memang terasa begitu ganjil. Kebersamaan yang biasanya terjadi, memang hanya sekedar teman semata. Tapi tidak begitu dalam 24/7 belakangan ini. Begitu istimewa dan berbeda. Belum waktunya saya bicara seperti ini? Mungkin. Karena masih terlalu dini untuk diceritakan dan diumbarkan. Tapi inilah salah satu bentuk kesenangan saya kepadanya - walaupun dia tidak akan pernah membacanya. Belum terasa memang gejolak masa muda seperti dahulu. hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;Semuanya masih terasa di awang-awang. Masih terlalu abstrak untuk nya dan untuk saya. Banyak kemungkinan dan kesempatan untuk kita bersama, mungkin dengan berbagai perdebatan yang saya lakukan dengan nya, pertukaran pikiran yang selalu terjadi, pemaksaan dari nya dan dari saya, perhatian yang lebih dari nya dan dari saya? Kepada siapa? Kepada diantara kami. Saya dan Dia.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak pernah terlintas akan bersamanya seperti ini sekarang. (tidak secara fisik)&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang sangat berbeda dengan saya - bahkan mungkin 180derajat pun tidak dapat mewakili lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sangat pendiam, walaupun terkadang tidak begitu ketika bersama saya.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tidak suka makan, hingga saya bingung apa yang harus saya suguhkan untuk menunjukkan perhatian ini.&lt;br /&gt;3. Keluarga yang sempurna, padahal dia tahu kondisi saya yang sebenarnya tapi masih ingin bersama saya. Apa jadinya kalau Ibu nya tahu?&lt;br /&gt;4. 10 menit terdiam akan tidur, selalu saya paksa untuk tetap membuka matanya.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sangat Kontroversial, dengan orang2 yang tidak suka dan menjauhinya, tapi saya tetap netral dan mendampinginya - sejauh ini.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sangat Rentan, terhadap dirinya - sakit.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tidak mudah ditebak, dengan rencana jahil, kegirangan dan kemurkaannya yang dinikmati sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sangat Tertutup, teman dekat bahkan keluarga sulit menembusnya. &lt;br /&gt;9. Goyang-goyang, Mungkin seharusnya menjadi penari, duduk saja, kaki2nya tidak bisa diam.&lt;br /&gt;10. Tidak suka nonton bioskop, jadi kami menghabiskan waktu dengan memutar DVD saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengalaman yang baru bagi saya, ketika Dia benar-benar orang yang berbeda.&lt;br /&gt;Terima Kasih, Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*saya menyesal hari ini, lupa menyimpan aqua botol pemberiannya~&lt;br /&gt;(lupa!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-7088645970264748436?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/7088645970264748436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=7088645970264748436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7088645970264748436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7088645970264748436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-love-at-first-sight.html' title='(not) Love at First Sight'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-1440991976188899271</id><published>2010-02-10T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:44:47.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s for you'/><title type='text'>Ayah dalam Belajar</title><content type='html'>Bagaimana ini bisa terjadi? Ketika semua orang berusaha untuk membenarkan berbagai macam pendapatnya di hadapan orang lain, Saya malah berlari. Saya tidak tahan dengan kebencian yang merajalela ini. Apalagi dengan beribu tundingan yang menuju ke arahnya. Tuhan, apakah ini? Sampai kapan ini akan berlanjut? Mungkin ini belum lama terjadi, Namun rasanya sudah beribu masa saya lalui. Hal yang paling menyesatkan dalam hidup ini, Ketika kita benar-benar berada di pojok ruangan yang berada di pojok. Diantara ratusan bahkan ribuan orang yang menghimpit. Suasana ini tidak pernah diimpikan oleh siapapun di dunia. Siapakah yang harus bertanggung jawab? Pertanggungjawaban macam apa yang harus dihadirkan? Bagaimana menanggulangi segalanya? Apa yang telah diraih selama ini hilang dalam satu masa, hilang dalam satu asa, raib ditelan bumi dan neraka. Ibu bilang ini anak nakal yang kembali berulah, Kenapa ini semakin rumit saja. Ketika semua kebohongan putih menjadi hitam. Dan semua menjadi jelas di depan mata. Siapakah yang selama ini ada dihadapan kami? Mengajar dengan begitu berkobar, Dengan auranya yang tak terelakkan. Dan sekarang berada di pojok ruangan tadi, Tak berkutik, Tak bersuara. Apa yang hendak dilakukannya sekarang? Ketika beribu peribahasa pun tidak dapat lagi menjawab kegalauannya. Inilah pelajaran yang sangat berharga di awal tahun ini. Bukan awal tahun yang baik, Untuk menjalani segalanya. Apakah ini yang disebut akhir dari dunia? Akhir dari segalanya. Ketika semua yang indah menjadi buruk, Ketika semua yang putih menjadi hitam, Ketika semua yang tertipu menjadi terbuka. Saya enggan membahasnya dengan bahasa yang tingkat tinggi, Saya enggan membuka aib dari Ayah saya ini. Ayah saya dalam belajar di lingkungan yang sangat nyaman dan aman. Ayah saya yang selalu mengajarkan saya untuk MEMBACA, MEMBACA dan MEMBACA.&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Ayah dalam pembelajaran saya, Bagaimana ini? Apa yang telah engkau perbuat? Apa yang ada di pikiranmu ketika membuat ini semua? Mengapa tega sekali engkau berbuat seperti ini kepada kami. Kami tidak lebih dari anak-anak yang berguru kepadamu, Ayah. Kenakalan sebelumnya, Tidak menjadi pelajaran kah? Memang tidak ada hubungannya, Ayah. Tapi berbagai hal ini kau perbuat dengan sadar-sesadar-sadarnya. Mengapa ini bisa terjadi, Ayah? Mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;Belajar lah kembali, Ayah. &lt;br /&gt;Kutunggu kepulanganmu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-1440991976188899271?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/1440991976188899271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=1440991976188899271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1440991976188899271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1440991976188899271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/02/ayah-dalam-belajar.html' title='Ayah dalam Belajar'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-3100606550511732447</id><published>2010-01-12T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T03:54:15.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big and bold'/><title type='text'>Vale Dicere</title><content type='html'>It's time to move on, dear. You're precious. You're incredible. You're amazing young girl. Still got a lot of things going on in your life. Maybe that's right what they say, "He's Just Not That Into You,". Let's face it together, then.&lt;br /&gt;I know, you can do this. Family, Friends, Mates, are always be there with you, standing right next to you - either to protect you or to hold you tight. Believe in them. They're as great as you're. He's just another fling. Will soon pass away and gone to your deepest heart.&lt;br /&gt;You're what you're now. It was good for your past, your memories, your heart, but it is enough for now. You've enough of him, right?&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin to enjoy your environment, as you used to be. Such a hardworker girl, busy all day with well things and outstanding experiences. You're a tough one, remember?&lt;br /&gt;You can survive with yourself, i'm sure of it, dear.&lt;br /&gt;Let's build your Chinese's Great Wall again. It'll protect you inside and out, and even tougher to destroy. You can do this!&lt;br /&gt;Will you ready? Let's get moving..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3100606550511732447?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3100606550511732447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3100606550511732447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3100606550511732447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3100606550511732447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/01/vale-dicere.html' title='Vale Dicere'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-5936900308420963011</id><published>2010-01-09T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:40:06.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mister perfect'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Thank God, he's all right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my Dear God. Yeah, (me-You) relations were not so good these past few days, i'm sorry, God. It's just the dispute in my heart and mind were too intense, so i couldn't barely breathe easly. It's my fault, my bad, my little mystake. I'm asking for Your mercy, Dear God. I definitely can't step away from You, because You're always in my heart, Dear God. Let me love You easly and lasts forever - even death would not do us apart. I want to be near to You, Dear God. I want to be with You, Dear God. Let me be with You, Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank to You, for keeping him all right. Thank you, Dear God. He's breathing, even fainted a while. He's smiling, even pain is in his a**. He's eating, even hard to swallow foodies. He's walking, even with one foot. He's seeing everthing, even with his small eyes. He's talking, even so slowly. He's alive, even complaining because of his limited activities. He's alive, even destroying his future plan for the next three weeks. He's alive, He's alive, He's alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, take care of him, Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;Make him remain close to You, Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;Let his family guard him to solitary moment, Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's time for him to take some rest. Because his tight schedule, he's still living with lack of rest and time for himself. (despite of football)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let him play again, Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;Make him walking, running, smiling, kicking as great as he used to be, Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;Let the freedom and the joy of the game near him, Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's time for him to take some rest. Because his tight schedule, he's still living with lack of rest and time for himself. (despite of football)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Man purpose, God dispose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-5936900308420963011?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/5936900308420963011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=5936900308420963011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5936900308420963011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5936900308420963011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-6388384758892426141</id><published>2010-01-09T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:25:12.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endah n&apos; Rhesa'/><title type='text'>Blue Day</title><content type='html'>Monday was a blue day&lt;br /&gt;Because he left me, and kept some secret&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find him and followed the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I met his family and the story flowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realize that he never tell lies&lt;br /&gt;But hiding something, pain inside his heart&lt;br /&gt;He stared at my eyes and he let me know everything&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised, the news wasn’t so nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know the truth if you didn’t say so&lt;br /&gt;I would understand if you trust and believe in me&lt;br /&gt;How do I know the truth if you didn’t say so&lt;br /&gt;But you have to know that my love would last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s laying in bed, I’ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and ask forgiveness without tears fell from his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know the truth if you didn’t say so&lt;br /&gt;I would understand if you trust and believe in me&lt;br /&gt;How do I know the truth if you didn’t say so&lt;br /&gt;But you have to know that my love would last forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-6388384758892426141?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6388384758892426141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6388384758892426141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6388384758892426141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6388384758892426141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2010/01/blue-day.html' title='Blue Day'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-3176657625674945821</id><published>2009-12-18T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:39:19.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APM and MA'/><title type='text'>dance in a hard way</title><content type='html'>a great girl, named after a great person.&lt;br /&gt;she deserves this man, God.&lt;br /&gt;if you please, heal the sorrow that hugging her all these time.&lt;br /&gt;do make here chin up.&lt;br /&gt;once she loves him, i think.&lt;br /&gt;he fell for her too, as far as i know.&lt;br /&gt;so, please.&lt;br /&gt;let their dream do come true.&lt;br /&gt;they wanted each other, ever since they feel it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;let them hold their breathe.&lt;br /&gt;and deserves what's best.&lt;br /&gt;both of them are the sweetest persons, in such a hard way.&lt;br /&gt;their original and perfect way for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3176657625674945821?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3176657625674945821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3176657625674945821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3176657625674945821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3176657625674945821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/12/dance-in-hard-way.html' title='dance in a hard way'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-1148325201002358621</id><published>2009-12-14T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:11:11.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarwo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musik: David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pepeng'/><title type='text'>BYE-BYE BABY</title><content type='html'>My babys got a brand new boyfriend she things my life&lt;br /&gt;is going to end. It doesn‘t hard enough to forget her.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn‘t hard for me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember.. when I came to bring her up&lt;br /&gt;Then she walked and took me down&lt;br /&gt;Make my head just going round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I tried again to put her up&lt;br /&gt;And again she dropped me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I think my mind has gone&lt;br /&gt;So I said bye bye baby.. love&lt;br /&gt;My babys got a brand new boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Shes hiding something on my back&lt;br /&gt;My babys let me tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;You better rally watch your neck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-1148325201002358621?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/1148325201002358621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=1148325201002358621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1148325201002358621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1148325201002358621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/12/bye-bye-baby.html' title='BYE-BYE BABY'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2957083219695204533</id><published>2009-12-05T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:27:17.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surat Cinta'/><title type='text'>Surat Untuk-Nya</title><content type='html'>Terima Kasih, Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Engkau telah membuat saya dan dia (mungkin) jatuh cinta.  &lt;br /&gt;Syukur saya ucapkan, Tuhan. Karena cara-Mu yang ajaib membuat saya dan dia (mungkin) bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;Namun, Tuhan. &lt;br /&gt;Segalanya semakin tidak menentu, mungkin akan segera berakhir.&lt;br /&gt;Hati saya dan dia (mungkin) terluka, Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Harus bagaimana ini? &lt;br /&gt;Kuatkanlah saya dan dia, Tuhan. Karena kami harus berjuang untuk menggapai mimpi. &lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, kuatkanlah kami dengan berbagai cara-Mu yang ajaib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima Kasih, Tuhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-2957083219695204533?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/2957083219695204533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=2957083219695204533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2957083219695204533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2957083219695204533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/12/surat-untuk-nya.html' title='Surat Untuk-Nya'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-8588671336213636138</id><published>2009-12-05T19:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:15:47.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mister perfect'/><title type='text'>jatuh cinta dan menderita</title><content type='html'>ketika segalanya jelas, bukan dari bibirmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;dari bibir mereka, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;hati ini entah berupa apa saat ini.&lt;br /&gt;mengapa begini? mengapa begitu?&lt;br /&gt;semuanya terasa ambigu.&lt;br /&gt;apa yang kita alami selama ini?&lt;br /&gt;semuanya hilang begitu sajakah?&lt;br /&gt;aku jatuh untukmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;aku melakukan hal2 yang menyenangkan bersamamu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;tapi, mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;hanya itu pertanyaan dalam lubuk hati yang terluka ini.&lt;br /&gt;ternyata, engkau memang berbeda.&lt;br /&gt;sangat berbeda, bahkan takkan ada yang menyamakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sangat tidak ingin melepasmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana ini? &lt;br /&gt;segalanya sangat disayangkan, sangat disayangkan.&lt;br /&gt;cepat atau lambat memang haruslah hati ini memilih.&lt;br /&gt;sangat ingin terus memilihmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;yang megusap lututmu disaat segalanya membiru.&lt;br /&gt;sangat ingin terus memilihmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;yang menanti mu berlari mengejar bola.&lt;br /&gt;sangat ingin terus memilihmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;yang sangat bahagia menikmati ikan goreng.&lt;br /&gt;sangat ingin terus memilihmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;yang sangat serius mengerjakan segalanya.&lt;br /&gt;sangat ingin terus memilihmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;yang membantuku dalam susah senangku.&lt;br /&gt;sangat ingin terus memilihmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;yang merangkulku dari depan saat malam membeku.&lt;br /&gt;sangat ingin terus memilihmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;yang memenuhi setiap janji2nya.&lt;br /&gt;sangat ingin terus memilihmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;yang menatapku dengan berjuta cara indahmu.&lt;br /&gt;sangat ingin terus memilihmu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;yang... yang... yang... yang... yang... yang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telah membuat ku jatuh terlalu dalam.&lt;br /&gt;sayang.&lt;br /&gt;apa yang harus kita lakukan?&lt;br /&gt;segalanya abu-abu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berbahagialah, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;dengan cara2mu yang luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;laki2 hebatlah yang membuatku jatuh cinta.&lt;br /&gt;laki2 hebatlah yang membuatku terluka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat berjuang, laki2 hebat. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-8588671336213636138?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/8588671336213636138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=8588671336213636138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8588671336213636138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8588671336213636138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/12/jatuh-cinta-dan-menderita.html' title='jatuh cinta dan menderita'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-5342422079960224539</id><published>2009-11-29T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T05:51:27.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mister perfect'/><title type='text'>291109</title><content type='html'>saat air mata, membasahi bumi&lt;br /&gt;yang tak akan bisa menghapus sang pedih&lt;br /&gt;aku pun tak bisa&lt;br /&gt;saat kau meminta&lt;br /&gt;'tuk bangkitkan lagi&lt;br /&gt;yang t'lah lama mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biarlah, biarlah semua&lt;br /&gt;berlalu seperti waktu&lt;br /&gt;dan kini hadapi semua&lt;br /&gt;walaupun itu perih&lt;br /&gt;ini bukan akhir dunia&lt;br /&gt;dan bukan segalanya&lt;br /&gt;janganlah berhenti&lt;br /&gt;sampai akhir nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biarlah, biarlah semua&lt;br /&gt;berlalu seperti waktu&lt;br /&gt;dan kini hadapi semua &lt;br /&gt;walaupun itu perih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak usah kau sesali&lt;br /&gt;dan tak perlu kau tangisi&lt;br /&gt;semua yang t'lah pergi&lt;br /&gt;walau tinggalkan perih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biarlah, biarlah semua&lt;br /&gt;berlalu seperti waktu&lt;br /&gt;dan kini hadapi semua &lt;br /&gt;walaupun itu perih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun itu perih, walaupun itu perih&lt;br /&gt;walaupun itu perih, walaupun itu perih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-5342422079960224539?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-6458328766368884790</id><published>2009-11-27T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:12:15.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mister perfect'/><title type='text'>Virtual Insanity</title><content type='html'>it's always seems to beautiful to be true.&lt;br /&gt;thank God, at least i realized it already.&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful disaster. but, i've done it, man!&lt;br /&gt;i feel sorry for you, really.&lt;br /&gt;deeply sorry, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that will end up alone.&lt;br /&gt;playing others like your toys, easy to break and easy to fix.&lt;br /&gt;but, dear. i'm sure, it will broke you into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;you and you alone.&lt;br /&gt;stop playing game with us - ladies.&lt;br /&gt;you're not that good.&lt;br /&gt;you're such a sweet nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;but, it ends now.&lt;br /&gt;between us? nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for brighten up and shutted down the light of my life.&lt;br /&gt;now, get yourself a way to get over this situations.&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, you're not more than a begger.&lt;br /&gt;a begger of others heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-6458328766368884790?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6458328766368884790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6458328766368884790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6458328766368884790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6458328766368884790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtual-insanity.html' title='Virtual Insanity'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-391428000516716759</id><published>2009-10-31T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T04:24:12.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mister perfect'/><title type='text'>Hey, My Man</title><content type='html'>Hey, how was your day?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you must’ve been really happy now. I can feel it, when you’re sitting and having a great time with some people – especially you mom. I won’t disturb you today; just have a great time, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I’ll be gone the day after tomorrow. It’s the saddest thing that happened to me now, when I have to leave you all alone – even I know you’ll be just fine, but me? I will not be ok – it’s Y’less. What a term! &lt;br /&gt;Hey, I couldn’t breathe easily now – without knowing about you today. My eyes watering, my tummy won’t be hungry and I still don’t know where you are. What a pathetic girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-391428000516716759?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/391428000516716759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=391428000516716759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/391428000516716759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/391428000516716759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-my-man.html' title='Hey, My Man'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-293423042753402724</id><published>2009-10-31T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T04:13:59.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mister perfect'/><title type='text'>Mind and Soul</title><content type='html'>Dear, Man.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a huge differences between us. The things neither you nor me could ever change. The basic things created and applied by easterners. What do you think about it? Well, you must’ve said that you’re not interested in traditions that captivated some people in some placed, Liberated Man. But, why then you never mention this before? You never mention about our future in your brilliant words, Classics Man. You can explain and describe a lot of the studies from whole over the world, but this is it – the things that haven’t been said by you. Aren’t you interested or not anymore? You’re just the man of my dream, Bold Man. You made your own space in my mind and soul – without further discussion with me. But I love it, like it, adore it, and want it. Because it’s you, Masterpiece Man. Taken from much man that created a smile in my face, your smile is the widest one. Taken from much man that created a tears drop in my chin, your tears definitely not the worst one – my other Big Man still hold the first champion. &lt;br /&gt;Is this love or just our runaway path? When, you’re lonesome, I fill you with my passion. When I’m lonesome, you fill me with your passion. Just by standing side by side, do that counts? I do hope it counts as our willingness of happiness. &lt;br /&gt;Am I the one that keep on wanting or hoping you and me can work this out? I want to be there, hold you tight, when you’re alone. We’re just having the highest level of shyness, when we couldn’t even tell eye to eye about this. I’m too arrogant to even bring this up to the surface. What about you? Do you even understand what’s on your mind and soul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-293423042753402724?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/293423042753402724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=293423042753402724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/293423042753402724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/293423042753402724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/10/mind-and-soul.html' title='Mind and Soul'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4473186670126711496</id><published>2009-10-26T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:54:16.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mister perfect'/><title type='text'>Dear, who-ever-you-are</title><content type='html'>my heart is as cold as my feet now. trembling since the very beginning. you made me couldn't be sad as i used to, but made me smile as wide as i've ever been. those feeling, when you're standing right next to me, made me tummyache. but, very happy indeed. you can control me heart, just like flipping your hand. me heart is soulfully for you. don't know since when, but you kept those smile and happiness around. thank you for everything - maybe you have not understand now, but i'm sure you will. in fact, you made me feel this way. did this was also your capability as a human being? making others hearts beats so fast and made them sad at the same time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dear, who-ever-you-are&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;please take care of me heart. the only one that i protect and had for a while time. you also made me mom happy, everytime i told her about you and your gentle attitude. me mom have not felt that way in a long time, all i wanted is to make her happy. just like you wanted to do with your mom. both of them is all that we have right? well, maybe when me dad come back - in some short period of time, he'd be happy to have you too. because you're different, but still low profile and gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dear, who-ever-you-are&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;please take care of our growing love. let it grow and grow, as big as its wanted. i'm happy to be with you, taking care of you. even though just sitting next to you, while you're doing your mountains of job. i always believe you can do those things. well, you're the master, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dear, who-ever-you-are&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;let's working so dam* hard to catch our falling stars. because, you always had your thousands dreams, so do i. let's grab them together. keep praying and sitting right next to each other, protecting our heart and love, and also our habits. sorry, to prohibit you with this and that, i'm sure you don't like to be captivated. but it's always been for you and me own good. reminding us of how this life will be beautiful with you in mine, and me in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dear, who-ever-you-are&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;already missing you now. those feeling crawling in me mind and heart. hoping that you will understand. you did you best, and you always will do your best, you're my dream, pal. what about me? am i worth it for you? that's all i'm asking.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dear, who-ever-you-are&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;if we're meant to be together, you'll come for me, and i'll come for you. all that i wanted, is to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;#dear, Almighty-God&lt;br /&gt;hear our prayer.&lt;br /&gt;thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4473186670126711496?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2001109334445488007</id><published>2009-10-16T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:46:59.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAIF'/><title type='text'>Lagu Wanita</title><content type='html'>Selama ada wanita&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ‘kan terasa indah&lt;br /&gt;Jikalau tiada wanita&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ‘kan terasa hampa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku lahir dari wanita&lt;br /&gt;Tak bisa hidup tanpanya&lt;br /&gt;Jikalau tiada wanita&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku untuk siapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lelah ku berucap&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Engkau ciptakan wanita&lt;br /&gt;‘tuk jadi pasangan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... wanita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4330119109773161318</id><published>2009-10-11T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:24:20.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='© SONY/ATV SONGS D/B/A TREE PUBG CO; TAYLOR SWIFT PUB DESIGNEE;'/><title type='text'>The Best Day</title><content type='html'>I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on&lt;br /&gt;I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run and run&lt;br /&gt;Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides, look now, the sky is gold&lt;br /&gt;I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why all the trees change in the fall&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're not scared of anything at all&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean&lt;br /&gt;I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys&lt;br /&gt;And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away&lt;br /&gt;And we talk and window shop 'til I've forgotten all their names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay&lt;br /&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger&lt;br /&gt;God smiles on my little brother, inside and out, he's better than I am&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run&lt;br /&gt;And I had the best days with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a video I found from back when I was three&lt;br /&gt;You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know why the all the trees change in the fall&lt;br /&gt;I know you were on my side even when I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I love you for giving me your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For staying back and watching me shine&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know if you knew, so I'm takin' this chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I had the best day with you today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4330119109773161318?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2460128032754810656</id><published>2009-10-11T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:15:14.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mister perfect'/><title type='text'>mr. with a red bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/StLIvOHmeAI/AAAAAAAAACg/9Y5GLjy-ax4/s1600-h/red+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/StLIvOHmeAI/AAAAAAAAACg/9Y5GLjy-ax4/s320/red+bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391592417485289474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he's the one that made me couldn't stop smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come? he was just saying beautiful things, but the simple one.&lt;br /&gt;asking about me self in almost every basic informations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he's the one that made me feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come? he was just treat me well, even in small things.&lt;br /&gt;do this and that softly and gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he's the one that made me angry, so stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come? he was just trying to ask me out, too late.&lt;br /&gt;changing some appointments in the last minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he's the one that made me feel proud, just by standing right next to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come? he was doing his usual habits.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, he's a great man - know what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he's the one that made me speechless - quite girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come? he said about those wonderful things out there.&lt;br /&gt;when, i couldn't stop just listening to him, at some point maybe he's tired of talking, then silence still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he's the one that made me waiting and waiting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;how come? come and go, is his freewill. &lt;br /&gt;maybe, every girl would not waiting for this kind of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;workaholic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he's the one that always look me in the eye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;how come? when he talk, walk, even driving - always wanted to see the eyes of his opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eagle eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he's the one that made me breathless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come? i made stupid things when i'm next to him. &lt;br /&gt;nervous always being my friend when i'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he's the one that made me fall for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come? less than a week, he already stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;please, take care of this gently, i needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he always and always..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done everything beautifully, full of his brilliant thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;the smiles, wide up, nicely - always made me feel peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;hard to find him, nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, let it flow, sweetie pie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(you made me need you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-2460128032754810656?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/2460128032754810656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=2460128032754810656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-1553079127916560558</id><published>2009-10-10T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:28:33.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big and bold'/><title type='text'>malem minggu gila</title><content type='html'>hahahahahahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;what a stupid girl i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doi lebih sedih karena ga ada bola di malem minggu ini.&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan gw? hey, i'm so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;mencak2 dikamar sendirian, gara2 doi malem minggu ini.&lt;br /&gt;emang dasar HEARTLESS. kampret.&lt;br /&gt;mulut gw udah ampe pait banget gara2 ngerokok malem minggu ini.&lt;br /&gt;doi? makan bebek ama temen2nya. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;bilangnya males keluar karena macet malem minggu ini.&lt;br /&gt;tapi? gw ditinggal ampe ga laper2..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-7349129624180858224</id><published>2009-10-10T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T07:03:40.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big and bold'/><title type='text'>tonight.</title><content type='html'>not as easy as that, gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;please, not tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with you, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my appetite, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;just want to mourning, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;finishing my paper, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;then watching DVD, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(why am i waiting for you, tonight?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get lost, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i need more time to make things right, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm angry tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-7349129624180858224?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/7349129624180858224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=7349129624180858224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7349129624180858224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7349129624180858224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/10/tonight.html' title='tonight.'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-6215600858055986087</id><published>2009-10-10T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:53:55.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big and bold'/><title type='text'>anger : useless</title><content type='html'>who the hell am I?&lt;br /&gt;a confusing night with a confusing man.&lt;br /&gt;my head is full of anger, that's why i'm smoking now. (sorry, mom)&lt;br /&gt;from every girl that he met, why he have to choose me?&lt;br /&gt;instead of those beautiful and smart-ass ladies?&lt;br /&gt;those tears are not for you, sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;it's for me, why am i so pathetic? thinking about tonight.&lt;br /&gt;too much expectations, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;stupid girl!&lt;br /&gt;me? oh, no i'm  not stupid..&lt;br /&gt;i was just faking all of my sweetness and happiness with lies.&lt;br /&gt;i wish, i could be the girl that you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;high class girl, huh?&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely not, gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;you're high class man?&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah, (at least that WAS my thought)&lt;br /&gt;but, you're just busy with your work, life, i don't know what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;about what i said.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so angry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;you turn my night upside down.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;how could you?&lt;br /&gt;changing our plan, in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what.&lt;br /&gt;it's useless.&lt;br /&gt;we're different enough.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this is the challenge when i choose to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;just do whatever it is, that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;then, come back, when you're ready. &lt;br /&gt;what about me? am i always be ready for you?&lt;br /&gt;well, i can't answer that now, handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-6215600858055986087?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6215600858055986087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6215600858055986087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6215600858055986087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6215600858055986087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/10/anger-useless.html' title='anger : useless'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2735588739729622481</id><published>2009-10-06T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:51:11.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyond my imagination'/><title type='text'>laki2 hebat</title><content type='html'>luar biasa.. &lt;br /&gt;mungkin menjadi impian setiap wanita yang mendengarnya berbicara tentang pengetahuan dari berbagai ujung bumi.&lt;br /&gt;gaya uniknya dalam menyampaikan segala sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;penuh dengan percaya diri, kadang dengan keraguan pula.&lt;br /&gt;tapi itulah yang menarik.&lt;br /&gt;kerendahan diri yang tiada bandingnya.&lt;br /&gt;ia telah mencapai hal2 luar biasa dalam hidup ini.&lt;br /&gt;sebentar lagi waktunya disini akan berakhir.&lt;br /&gt;akan segera memulai sesuatu yang baru, yang luar biasa indah.&lt;br /&gt;dengan bangga bisa bercerita kepada semua orang tentangnya.&lt;br /&gt;ia telah keluar dari kebiasaannya seperti yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;ia telah terbang tinggi, padahal belum waktunya.&lt;br /&gt;tapi ia telah berhasil menggapai serpihan mimpinya sedikit demi sedikit.&lt;br /&gt;berbagai kisah hidupnya mengalir begitu saja dari bibir singkronnya.&lt;br /&gt;menyampaikan sesuatu dengan begitu meyakinkan.&lt;br /&gt;terlihat dari sipit matanya, ia yakin, ia ragu.&lt;br /&gt;tapi tanpa lelah, terus maju.&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, jika memang ia untukku, berkatilah.&lt;br /&gt;jika memang ia bukan untukku, berikanlah yang terbaik padanya dan padaku.&lt;br /&gt;semuanya pasti akan baik2 saja.&lt;br /&gt;aku yakin itu.&lt;br /&gt;jangan pernah menyerah, laki2 hebat.&lt;br /&gt;karena dipunggunmu, pasti akan ada seseorang yang memelukmu dikala kedinginan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-2735588739729622481?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/2735588739729622481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=2735588739729622481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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imagination'/><title type='text'>mimpimimpihidup</title><content type='html'>seseorang pasti punya tujuan hidup. &lt;br /&gt;berbagai mimpi yang ditancapkan dengan setinggi langit. &lt;br /&gt;dengan bangga berbagi mimpi dan semangat yang membara.&lt;br /&gt;mendengarnya membuat hati pilu dan terus berdoa.&lt;br /&gt;keyakinanlah yang membuatnya bertahan.&lt;br /&gt;semakin dekat dengan berbagai mimpinya.&lt;br /&gt;mimpiku pun akan kugantungkan dengan tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;berharap dapat meraihnya bersama.&lt;br /&gt;mungkinkah kita dapat bertahan?&lt;br /&gt;mungkinkah kita mencapainya suatu saat nanti?&lt;br /&gt;hatiku berdegup kencang saat ini, saat itu, dan akan terus begitu.&lt;br /&gt;engkaulah yang membuatku berpikir tentang masa depan yang luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;keyakinan inilah yang kupegang teguh.&lt;br /&gt;berharap, kaupun begitu berpegang pada-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;berjuanglah, kekasih hati.&lt;br /&gt;aku akan mendampingi disini.&lt;br /&gt;mungkinkah kita bisa bersama hingga saat itu.&lt;br /&gt;adakah hal yang membatasi kita?&lt;br /&gt;terkagum dan menganga hatiku mendengarnya.&lt;br /&gt;haruslah terus berjuang!&lt;br /&gt;terus!&lt;br /&gt;pantang menyerah.&lt;br /&gt;percaya hati ini, engkau akan mencapainya.&lt;br /&gt;silimitsilimitcicit.&lt;br /&gt;hujan yang sedikit mengaliri hari kemarin.&lt;br /&gt;semoga menjadi kenangan yang tidak terlupakan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3188629937201268016?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3188629937201268016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3188629937201268016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Rokok</title><content type='html'>Apakah mereka pasangan yang baik?&lt;br /&gt;Ketika rokok akan merusak pasangan lainnya - paru-paru?&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kopi merusak puluhan pasangan lainnya - gigi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, mengapa mereka tidak dapat dipisahkan?&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah itu jodoh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merusak pasangan lainnya, tetapi mereka tetap bertahan.&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun mendapat kecaman dari berbagai arah, tetapi mereka tetap bertahan.&lt;br /&gt;Karena mereka membuat orang yang menikmatinya menjadi terjaga. &lt;br /&gt;Terjaga dari segala kemungkinan kejam hidup ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kopi dan Rokok.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan hal yang luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, selalu dikenang sepanjang masa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-7130798616531509647?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-839722160699902520</id><published>2009-09-16T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:26:44.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><title type='text'>nightmares of mine</title><content type='html'>Lots of fight with the most loveable person in the whole world. I'm deeply sorry, I didn't meant to. It's just my habit in early in the morning. Because, you're the one that wake me when my dreams started to fade out. And I wished to never woke up ever again, but you're always there to wake me up and starting my tender life. &lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for so long, to at least settle down my self. But, the fact is, I'm fuc*ing selfish. I couldn't barely face the fact about my own life. THIS IS IT.&lt;br /&gt;This is my time to woke up - the real one, at least let me do my last raising. I wanted to make you dam* proud of me. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so GodDam* hard - as hard as the conclusions for ASEAN.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I said some mean words here. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have coffee and cigars in front of me - to keep me awake, from long lasting sleep. I needed some aspirin, once I said, because some parts of my head/brain maybe, keep spinning around and round.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's face the fact that I'm here and always here - to tell you that I love you in every beat of my heart, Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-839722160699902520?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/839722160699902520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=839722160699902520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/839722160699902520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/839722160699902520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightmares-of-mine.html' title='nightmares of mine'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4289317927210675525</id><published>2009-08-12T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:46:09.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>FOOLOSOPHY</title><content type='html'>nothing to think about, to talk about, to tell about and to do - for sure. but, just for a particular time, seems priceless.. just having me and my self enjoying the flow of the world. nice, huh?&lt;br /&gt;well, it's mine and always be mine. because, i wanted it myself *says a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;i'm enjoying it, hell yeah. during the time goes by, meeting everybody seems like a world for me. even though sometimes i couldn't barely remember their names. at least, i know their face, and the way they smile at me. it looks nice, rarely happened to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4289317927210675525?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4289317927210675525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4289317927210675525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4289317927210675525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4289317927210675525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/08/foolosophy.html' title='FOOLOSOPHY'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-7595980125970238119</id><published>2009-08-11T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:59:41.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>Let It Be</title><content type='html'>i'm nineteen this year, and i'm fully understood about it. but, how come - even my own Dad force me to have someone to be with. come on, Dad. you never even care where am i tonight, right? why on earth are you talking about love, virginity or whatsoever.. you don't even have on do you?&lt;br /&gt;you lost it, Dad. well, you're a man in fact. so it won't be a scar right in it. really. but the story has been told to me. you're not the man i think you are. how bad or how good is that, better or worse, you're still my Father - my Dad - the only man in the world that i care about. well, for now.&lt;br /&gt;why God. such a difficult way to find someone that i have to take care of - and take care of me back. do i needed it? or what? am i that strong, so You won't create such a lovely human being to sit next to me for sickness and health?&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i'm not. i'm such vulnerable as a glass of wine. i'm such thick as the ice in the north pole. &lt;br /&gt;i was thinking that it was not the right time for me to have someone such precious, because i'm having something as big as the mount fuji to solve - even wanted to destroy anything next to them in such sort notice. i have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;at least, let me be happy - from the bottom of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-7595980125970238119?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/7595980125970238119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=7595980125970238119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Dad,&lt;br /&gt;when are you coming home.??? i miss you a lot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3857209402318789051?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3857209402318789051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3857209402318789051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3857209402318789051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3857209402318789051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/07/dad.html' title='DAD'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-3479006447985850093</id><published>2009-07-26T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:32:51.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i felt about the togetherness in my family. it used to be just the three of us, mom.&lt;br /&gt;but i really happy, these past few times.. since the wedding of my beloved cousin. finally we gathered again. even though with tough ends. because, you weren't even there. but, at least my generation gathered. and, i want it again and again..&lt;br /&gt;you know, the feeling of caring and loving that we've had, is so much precious than this fight stuff. &lt;br /&gt;i miss my dad, i miss my uncles and aunts, i miss my cousins, i miss my nephews and nieces.. i miss spending holiday with them.&lt;br /&gt;God, please..&lt;br /&gt;take us to the better place, where we're always together. until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3479006447985850093?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3479006447985850093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3479006447985850093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>countdown : 4..3..2..1..</title><content type='html'>i'll be flying high in the sky, in four days..&lt;br /&gt;it'll take a long way through the oceans too..&lt;br /&gt;to some place that i've never been seen before..&lt;br /&gt;hm. i'll tell you one day about it..&lt;br /&gt;so, now sit back, relax..&lt;br /&gt;and let count it down. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-6162372919320060669?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6162372919320060669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6162372919320060669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6162372919320060669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6162372919320060669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-54321.html' title='countdown : 4..3..2..1..'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-749417559081383206</id><published>2009-05-16T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:37:35.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks dear God'/><title type='text'>harder, better, faster, stronger</title><content type='html'>be a good good daughter, good girl, good friends, good woman, good wife, good mother, good auntie, good grandma. obviously, good at everything that i've done and i'm about to do. &lt;br /&gt;well. it's every human's dream righto.? so do i.&lt;br /&gt;good at everything almost impossible, we're not The Great Jesus, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but at least, still trying to be our best at everything. yeah. that's damn right.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking about my future, what's my plan after graduated from here.&lt;br /&gt;hard to say. but, i want to work for UNHCR.. as one of their volunteers in Africa. maybe joining the MSF is one my dream, just to be the administrator, in fact they need doctors.. but i'm not a doctor or those type of helpers.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just organizers maybe. help them to create hope, life and the future of those who suffer a lot.&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;br /&gt;make this dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-749417559081383206?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/749417559081383206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=749417559081383206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/749417559081383206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/749417559081383206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/05/harder-better-faster-stronger.html' title='harder, better, faster, stronger'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-3632881647950363621</id><published>2009-05-14T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:03:27.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>a hole of feelings</title><content type='html'>never felt this way before. have you ever felt that no one there standing next to you? not even your own family.. they're having their own problems now. i am living alone up here, but where are they? they seems forget about me. what happened? what have i done? am i done something wrong..? in the crowded places, i still felt that way. emptiness and lonesome. what should i do? i don't know whose i should call late at night, or just this afternoon.. usually i'll call my mom or my sister. but they doesn't show some interest in my life story anymore. my dad? well. just don't talk about him. he doesn't even know what semester i'm having now. with no one beside me, i understand. i understand deeply, why someone decided to hang themselves in the bathroom. hm, i won't do that, to be exact. it's to crazy. i'm still having lots of plan in my head, waiting to be revealed. the one thing, that i've been thinking, what am i going to do now? what's the thing that i really wanted, like really wanted. i want to cook, spaghetti maybe.. for myself of course. my friend-norma, already shopped for that. so this afternoon, she'll drop it in my flat. flat? haha short of like that. thanks for her.. back to the topic of emptiness and lonesome.. why God ever created those feelings? that made the one who has it, feeling terribly down. i couldn't even cry these past view times.. i insist to cry last night, with korean movies.. hahahaha it created a smile, tears and laugh at the same time. so wonderful!! but after the movies ended.. those feeling came back. with the same or even worse situation.. then, i was just listening to some classical music, and imagining something beyond my thoughts.. i forgot it anyway. hehe hm. i should get going now.. getting uncomfortable, i haven't take a bath. hehe so, thanks for listening to my story.. i'm not used to be some complainer.. but, i'm complaining right now. can i do that? just in here.. let it be our little secret, ok? God bless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3632881647950363621?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3632881647950363621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3632881647950363621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3632881647950363621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3632881647950363621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/05/hole-of-feelings.html' title='a hole of feelings'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2124639929972275719</id><published>2009-05-14T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:51:01.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my answers.'/><title type='text'>this is for you K.B</title><content type='html'>just woke up this late afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;and i've been thinking about you all night.&lt;br /&gt;spend my night meaningless..&lt;br /&gt;why you always standstill?&lt;br /&gt;and i'm began to be the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doer?&lt;br /&gt;i want to be real.. like for real.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking, what's the reason am i smiling for today?&lt;br /&gt;because of you?&lt;br /&gt;so sorry, darling..&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving you as the night pass by.&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that made me thinking and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;well. i'm done with you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to make my self happy now..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not searching for someone whose looking for friends to be with..&lt;br /&gt;i'm searching for someone..&lt;br /&gt;i am.&lt;br /&gt;the one that you used to be.&lt;br /&gt;where is he? &lt;br /&gt;i missed him now..&lt;br /&gt;well. enough talking about this piece of sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm walking away now.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the memory, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-2124639929972275719?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/2124639929972275719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=2124639929972275719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2124639929972275719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2124639929972275719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-for-you-kb.html' title='this is for you K.B'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-6510310233915784441</id><published>2009-04-15T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:43:47.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Siang dan malam yang berganti.&lt;br /&gt;Sedihku ini tak akan berarti.&lt;br /&gt;Jika kaulah sandaran hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akankah ditemukan suatu saat nanti?&lt;br /&gt;Lelah menanti. Hanya akan menyakiti mu, ia dan dia.&lt;br /&gt;Kapan ini akan berakhir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengejaran tiada henti. Dirimu begitu bersemangat, melakukan segalanya. Apa maumu? Aku tidak dapat memberikan apapun padamu. Sungguh. Aku tak tahu harus mulai dan mengakhirinya dari mana. Sungguh aku tak tahu. Dan jujur saja, aku sudah tidak mengerti. Apalagi tujuan mu. Mengapa tidaklah jera hati mu. Selalu membiarkannya kusakiti. Cukup sudahlah.&lt;br /&gt;Pergilah cari yang lain. Telah kudengar tentang wanita lain, mungkin itulah yang terbaik untukmu. Dirimu dengan siapapun diluar sana. Selain diriku, yang telah terus menyakiti saja. Maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa pula keinginanmu? Datang dan pergi begitu saja. Berlalu, hanya memandangnya saja. Berbudikah perilakunya itu? Ia telah mengagumi yang lain. Kenapa akhirnya datang padaku? Aku tidak cocok untuk Ia. Ia bukan untukku. Ia berbeda. Aku tidak bisa bersamanya. Sejak awal, kami memang berbeda. Ia tidak bisa menerima hal prinsipil dan melekat pada diriku, begitu pula dirinya. Mungkin kami memang hanya teman yang terus berjalan tanpa sebuah status yang pasti diantara kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia datang tiba-tiba dan sangat terburu-buru. Seakan ada batas tertentu untuk mendapatkan seseorang. Salahkah yang Dia lakukan? Tidak. Tapi terlalu cepat. Aku sangat menikmati sebuah proses yang berjalan diantara siapapun. Proses itu indah adanya. Dia tidak menikmatinya. Dia ingin segera. Dia ingin cepat. Manusia zaman sekarang dengan segala kecepatan dan ketepatannya. Tapi tidak untukku. Jika itu yang Dia ingin dapatkan, ketuklah pantai lainnya. Berikanlah mereka perlindungan terbesar suatu saat nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya ceritaku hari ini dan kemarin.&lt;br /&gt;Besok haruslah berbeda. Siapa gerangan yang akan menyapaku pertama kali di hari baru ini. Hendaklah mendapatkan perhatian untuk hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak mau memilih, Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Pilihkanlah untukku.&lt;br /&gt;Dekatkanlah aku dengan yang terbaik, hanya menurut rencana-Mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*salam untuk ibu dan adikku dirumah.&lt;br /&gt;aku sayang pada kalian. //hugsandkisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-6510310233915784441?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6510310233915784441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6510310233915784441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6510310233915784441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6510310233915784441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/04/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-5947110332081271739</id><published>2009-02-07T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:52:01.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>complication</title><content type='html'>i cannot sleep next to you anyway..&lt;br /&gt;you made me open my eyes, even try to close it, i could not..&lt;br /&gt;why . ?&lt;br /&gt;well, do not ask me.&lt;br /&gt;ask yourself why..&lt;br /&gt;would you like to help me.?&lt;br /&gt;i don't even have to ask, you always do..&lt;br /&gt;always found a way to take my eyes to you..&lt;br /&gt;surely, i forget you..&lt;br /&gt;you're out of my mind already.&lt;br /&gt;but you found a space in my heart that still hurt, and you fill it.&lt;br /&gt;with i don't what, how, but it's fine now.&lt;br /&gt;it's beating now..&lt;br /&gt;even so fast, when you look me in the eye..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot imagine, what is it.&lt;br /&gt;why.??why you.?&lt;br /&gt;the person i always want to ask forgiveness..&lt;br /&gt;so sorry for what i did..&lt;br /&gt;sorry..&lt;br /&gt;you meant something, really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-5947110332081271739?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/5947110332081271739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=5947110332081271739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5947110332081271739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5947110332081271739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/02/complication.html' title='complication'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-7424256478845708447</id><published>2009-01-12T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:42:13.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>dear, whoever you are.</title><content type='html'>are you the answer to my pray.?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;are you the one and only.?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;are you always be there for me.?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;are you going to be my friends until my last breath.?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;are you the one that going to be mine always.?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;are you sure about that.?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your answer.?&lt;br /&gt;do not playing with those feelings inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;i'w waiting sick here..&lt;br /&gt;wondering, how do you do, what do you do, are you ok, are you sick, have you eat today, have you sleep today, how was your sleep, where are you going, and i am waiting here.&lt;br /&gt;waiting.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the answers..&lt;br /&gt;your answers, His answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's screaming down there..asking for his shelter.&lt;br /&gt;can i do the same thing.?&lt;br /&gt;asking for mine.? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent these moonlight's view alone.&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the balcony..while he's seeing it in the top of mountain..&lt;br /&gt;i hope You understand what this is about.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i want.&lt;br /&gt;life is about happiness. is it my happy ending.?&lt;br /&gt;i needed my answer.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i'm asking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-7424256478845708447?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/7424256478845708447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=7424256478845708447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7424256478845708447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/7424256478845708447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-whoever-you-are.html' title='dear, whoever you are.'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4066814071895391125</id><published>2008-12-09T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:41:45.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>scratch</title><content type='html'>is it loneliness.? or love.?&lt;br /&gt;like, really love..it's loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;the same as you do..&lt;br /&gt;all we need just a friend to spend some times, to spare some thoughts, to soften some hardness, to soar some compliments..&lt;br /&gt;i saw you today, with those smile i never knew before..&lt;br /&gt;i saw him too, with his hat above his head, so he could not see me.&lt;br /&gt;i like you better, because you're the gentle one.&lt;br /&gt;you're not changing..&lt;br /&gt;but these past few days, at this time you were with me.&lt;br /&gt;but now, maybe you're back to your habits..&lt;br /&gt;with those friends of yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for the right one..&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow, next week, next month, next year..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner, better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4066814071895391125?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4066814071895391125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4066814071895391125' title='0 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answers.'/><title type='text'>between you and me</title><content type='html'>i don't know what to say, i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;your words keep stand still on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;when you say, you'll always be there for me..&lt;br /&gt;whenever, wherever, i needed..&lt;br /&gt;but where are you now.?&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting in the heaviest rain, coldness night..&lt;br /&gt;and you're missing..&lt;br /&gt;you must've been there.. just doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;please.. let me know, what happened to you..&lt;br /&gt;how are you.? what are you doing.?&lt;br /&gt;how's your illness.?&lt;br /&gt;are you ok..?&lt;br /&gt;even, i'm not asking this as your girl..&lt;br /&gt;i'm asking this as your friend..&lt;br /&gt;don't you remember our promise last night..&lt;br /&gt;to keep it just for ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;this is our secret..&lt;br /&gt;and, always will be.&lt;br /&gt;hope you'll understand..&lt;br /&gt;won't keep any distance..&lt;br /&gt;you told me not to change, and i want the same thing from you..&lt;br /&gt;not to change..&lt;br /&gt;because..it'll make a difference between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened..&lt;br /&gt;and, anything won't happened..&lt;br /&gt;it won't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;you'll get a better one..&lt;br /&gt;so will i..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3102659489436953984?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3102659489436953984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3102659489436953984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>poems</title><content type='html'>My Wish&lt;br /&gt;If I could have just one wish,&lt;br /&gt;I would wish to wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of your breath on my neck,&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your lips on my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your fingers on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;And the feel of your heart beating with mine...&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I could never find that feeling&lt;br /&gt;With anyone other than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Is ...&lt;br /&gt;Love is the greatest feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a play,&lt;br /&gt;Love is what I feel for you,&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day,&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a song,&lt;br /&gt;Love is a great emotion,&lt;br /&gt;That keeps us going strong,&lt;br /&gt;I love you with my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My body and my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I love the way I keep loving,&lt;br /&gt;Like a love I can't control,&lt;br /&gt;So remember when your eyes meet mine,&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And I have poured my entire soul into you,&lt;br /&gt;Right from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a lump of gold,&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get, and hard to hold.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the girls I've ever met,&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that God above,&lt;br /&gt;Created you for me to love.&lt;br /&gt;He chose you from all the rest,&lt;br /&gt;Because he knew I would love you best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-1000766770652681431?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/1000766770652681431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=1000766770652681431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1000766770652681431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1000766770652681431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/12/poems.html' title='poems'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-6502926652309464047</id><published>2008-12-07T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:40:52.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my answers.'/><title type='text'>FAIRNESS</title><content type='html'>how dare you ask me out, you don't even know my name.&lt;br /&gt;if you were a girl, you could feel the way i feel..&lt;br /&gt;trust me,man..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not as expert as you.&lt;br /&gt;but i felt it from you..&lt;br /&gt;you hurt me first..then, it's fair now.&lt;br /&gt;it is fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-6502926652309464047?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6502926652309464047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6502926652309464047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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one</title><content type='html'>it has been all about you..&lt;br /&gt;more than a year we met and argued about life.&lt;br /&gt;some said, get together..&lt;br /&gt;other said, not meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;the rest said, it depends on me..&lt;br /&gt;what should i do.?&lt;br /&gt;is it an option to make..&lt;br /&gt;or..this life, keep choosing something.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence is gold, sometimes too long..&lt;br /&gt;keep running around my head..&lt;br /&gt;even to choose, to love, to hate, to leave, or to stand still..&lt;br /&gt;your habits made me mad..&lt;br /&gt;your gesture made me mad..&lt;br /&gt;your talk made me mad..&lt;br /&gt;your face made me mad..&lt;br /&gt;it has been all about you..&lt;br /&gt;your needs, your stories, your habits, your houses, you families, your friends, your smartness, your creativeness, your skill, your favorites, your.. your.. your..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not only you who can made a couple..&lt;br /&gt;you need a partner..&lt;br /&gt;who always wanted to hear stories from you about you and only you.&lt;br /&gt;let her find you..&lt;br /&gt;because i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you anyway, thank you..&lt;br /&gt;for loving me this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-8350218415183005473?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/8350218415183005473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=8350218415183005473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8350218415183005473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tercipta, seorang diluar sana menangis karena suka.&lt;br /&gt;ketika manusia itu menghilang, seorang diluar sana menangis karena duka.&lt;br /&gt;akankah seseorang bahkan mengetahui kepergianku suatu saat nanti.&lt;br /&gt;dikala semuanya kembali pada dia dan dia.&lt;br /&gt;dapat mendengar, namun tak dapat bersuara.&lt;br /&gt;pekat rasanya otak dan jiwa ini.&lt;br /&gt;ingin pergi dan lari, tapi itu hanya pengecut.&lt;br /&gt;yang hina dina dan berkulit kaku.&lt;br /&gt;kapankah akan mulai dimengerti.?&lt;br /&gt;kapankah akan mulai dipahami.?&lt;br /&gt;seorang sahabat berkata akan hadir dalam suka dan duka.&lt;br /&gt;namun, ketika suka menyentuhnya, lupalah pada sahabat lamanya yang sedang termenung kaku di depan pintu kayu kokoh itu.&lt;br /&gt;darah ini sudah mengepal dan berlendir.&lt;br /&gt;berharap untuk segera keluar dari sayup-sayup angin malam.&lt;br /&gt;hujan yang tetap setia menemani pun akan segera pergi meninggalkan.&lt;br /&gt;suara gukguk melolong makin mencengkeran suasana.&lt;br /&gt;ia dapat melihat sesuatu yang tidak terlihat oleh kita.&lt;br /&gt;itukah si mechanical girl.?&lt;br /&gt;yang menancapkan alat-alat aneh itu pada sendinya.&lt;br /&gt;akan dapat serasa dan sepenanggungan.&lt;br /&gt;bukan itu mauku.&lt;br /&gt;hanya ingin terpanggil dengan lembut, untuk memastikan apakah aku baik2 sadja.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kapan.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4906962139769321780?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4906962139769321780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4906962139769321780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>memilihmu-Adithya Sofyan</title><content type='html'>memilihmu perlu persiapan dan mental.&lt;br /&gt;bagai memilih masuk ke sekolah unggulan.&lt;br /&gt;memilihmu bisa makan waktu yang panjang.&lt;br /&gt;satpam depan suruh aku ambil nomor tunggu.&lt;br /&gt;aku tak pernah jadi murid yang terpandai.&lt;br /&gt;menunggu lama slalu mbuatku bosan.&lt;br /&gt;bawa pergi mimpiku berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never gonna get you anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memilihmu perlu kemampuan yang total.&lt;br /&gt;gitarku saja tak cukup tuk jadi andalan.&lt;br /&gt;memilihmu terpaksa menjadi pilihan.&lt;br /&gt;hanya dirimu yang mengusik mimpi2ku.&lt;br /&gt;aku tak pernah jadi pilihan yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;mungkin aku sebaiknya bangun dari tidurku.&lt;br /&gt;bawa pergi mimpiku berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never gonna get you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kutinggal pesan untukmu.&lt;br /&gt;tak punya banyak waktu.&lt;br /&gt;mungkin dilain waktu.&lt;br /&gt;kau ada waktu untukku.&lt;br /&gt;sekarang waktunya kupergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never gonna get you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never gonna get you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never gonna get you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-1804163670421731510?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/1804163670421731510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=1804163670421731510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1804163670421731510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1804163670421731510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/11/memilihmu-adithya-sofyan.html' title='memilihmu-Adithya Sofyan'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4716302388255721402</id><published>2008-10-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:16:04.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mine.'/><title type='text'>why don't..</title><content type='html'>you don't know what you got until it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;i miss something, someone, some part..that i don't even know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;i could feel it, kicking my deepest heart. &lt;br /&gt;wish that i can move on..&lt;br /&gt;gonna hurt me.? then..do it quickly.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't want to stick around, then.. forget me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4716302388255721402?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4716302388255721402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4716302388255721402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4716302388255721402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4716302388255721402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-dont.html' title='why don&apos;t..'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4571007718239944263</id><published>2008-10-30T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:09:09.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>)(Y&amp;*^&amp;$^%%@%</title><content type='html'>ajigile.&lt;br /&gt;semura orang ternyata.? hahahaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;apa sih itu.? membuat orang membungkam dan tersenyum hanya dengan tatapan matanya. dia.&lt;br /&gt;melihatku apa adanya.. seakan ku sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;na..na..na..na..naa..&lt;br /&gt;terlalu sensitif adja nih, man.! kelar hal2 yang menyita otak, hati, pikiran, tenaga, materi dan temen2nya.. sekarang hampa.&lt;br /&gt;dam*.&lt;br /&gt;bisa gila gw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4571007718239944263?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4571007718239944263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4571007718239944263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4571007718239944263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4571007718239944263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/10/y.html' title=')(Y&amp;*^&amp;$^%%@%'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4140824470823478099</id><published>2008-10-29T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:10:04.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mine.'/><title type='text'>N.E.X.T</title><content type='html'>the same topic in each examples that he made. the topic that keep running through my head, i tried to take it back.. i tried to erase it ever since it came over me in a rush. they showed me passion that i don't even care about, they told me those feelings that i almost forgot. what is your main purpose..? i'm sick of it.. it's enough. i wish i could turn back time, so i won't regret about him as the most. well, i won't. i'm happy with what i have, what i do, what i want. that's it. it's my life. it's about me.  but then, i keep avoiding people around, which i shouldn't. argh. what's the point of this story written by me. when at the end, i'm still here, wondering what's happen next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4140824470823478099?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4140824470823478099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4140824470823478099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4140824470823478099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4140824470823478099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/10/next.html' title='N.E.X.T'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-15934547095554025</id><published>2008-10-10T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:58:02.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts.'/><title type='text'>FEELINGS TAKING CONTROL OF ME.</title><content type='html'>i don't know who's listening. i don't know who's talking in my head. i don't know what to say with my mouth. i don't know how I'm feeling. it's empty.&lt;br /&gt;there's panic, hectic, crowd, confuse, anger, sad, cry, waiting to be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;tonight.? tomorrow.? or even never.? i don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;i need to talk to.. don't know who, where, how, when and why..&lt;br /&gt;it's complicated. tears even to shy to come out. so desperate huh.?&lt;br /&gt;please, lead me somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;please, listen to me a moment..&lt;br /&gt;just for a moment.. please.&lt;br /&gt;i really need it.. someone to listen to me, someone to talk to, someone to share everything..&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like lover, huh.?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, what they called it. but i just needed it.&lt;br /&gt;i need some light to the aisle of my life, i need some torch to lightened up the darkness in my heart. i need some peacefulness to released the hard feeling in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;please, send me your angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-15934547095554025?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/15934547095554025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=15934547095554025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/15934547095554025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/15934547095554025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/10/feelings-taking-control-of-me.html' title='FEELINGS TAKING CONTROL OF ME.'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-43029586975483027</id><published>2008-10-08T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:50:51.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JCB'/><title type='text'>a letter from here</title><content type='html'>Dear, Juliane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I miss you a lot. How are you? Are you ok out there? How’s your life? I hope you’re doing great, my big sister…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you here… I need you.&lt;br /&gt;I want hugs and lots of hugs from you only.&lt;br /&gt;My dad’s whore keeps getting crazy. She wants to kick my mom out from the house. And taking care of my little sister…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliane…&lt;br /&gt;I want to call your name again. So, you can be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? &lt;br /&gt;They’re my family, my mom and my sister. I don’t want that devil taking care of these. &lt;br /&gt;What should I do, Juliane.&lt;br /&gt;Please, tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you always.&lt;br /&gt;Lisbeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-43029586975483027?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/43029586975483027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=43029586975483027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/43029586975483027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/43029586975483027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter-from-here.html' title='a letter from here'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-3722117848798020527</id><published>2008-10-08T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:35:41.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YSW'/><title type='text'>Ibu Tersayang</title><content type='html'>Ibu tersayang..&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah menangis.. janganlah air mata itu jatuh perlahan untuknya.. ia tidaklah pantas kau tangisi, ibu..&lt;br /&gt;Ia hanya lara bagimu..&lt;br /&gt;Jangalah kau perhatikan gerakgerik dan ucapan lidah tak betulangnya..&lt;br /&gt;Ia hanya goresan di hatimu..&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kau membengkakkan mata elokmu dengan bendungan air asam..&lt;br /&gt;Ia hanya akan tertawa bangga dengan itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu tersayang..&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah saat indah kita bersamanya.. Karena ia lah gerbong terakhirmu..&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah saat tertawa riang dengan kelakarnya.. Karena ia lah dagelan hidupmu..&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah saat gurauan keringnya.. Karena ia lah ombak dalam hatimu..&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah saat godaan mesranya.. Karena ia lah kekasih jiwamu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu tersayang..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah, ia akan kembali..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah, ia akan sadar..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah, ia akan menyesalinya..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah, ia masih sayang dengamu..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah..&lt;br /&gt;Percayalahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu tersayang..&lt;br /&gt;Aku disini, untuk mendampingimu.&lt;br /&gt;Itu saja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sayang Ibu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3722117848798020527?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3722117848798020527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3722117848798020527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3722117848798020527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3722117848798020527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/10/ibu-tersayang.html' title='Ibu Tersayang'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-5823947866360574800</id><published>2008-10-08T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:39:06.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BMHK'/><title type='text'>gadis kecilku</title><content type='html'>adikku sayang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa kabarmu, sayang.?&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana denting bunyi gamelanmu.? bagaimana plus/minus fisika dan kimiamu.? lalu..dengan hapalan ilmiah biologimu.? design editan foto wajah elokmu.?&lt;br /&gt;sungguh bangga memilikimu, sayang..&lt;br /&gt;gadis kecilku, janganlah menangis.. aku takkan kemana.. percayalah.&lt;br /&gt;aku selalu disini mendoakan setiap langkah kecilmu..&lt;br /&gt;gadis kecilku, janganlah bermuram durja.. perlihatkanlah gingsul unikmu.. agar mereka tergila akan dirimu..&lt;br /&gt;gadis kecilku, janganlah engkau khawatir akan hari esok..&lt;br /&gt;gadis kecilku, janganlah engkau malu akan keberadaanmu atau bahkan keluargamu..&lt;br /&gt;akulah ayah dan ibumu kelak..&lt;br /&gt;sekarang jagalah ibu disampingmu.. berikanlah ia senyum termanismu di pagi hari, dengan embun yang sejuk melindungi setiap langkahmu..&lt;br /&gt;sekarang bersabarlah sedikit, sayang..&lt;br /&gt;aku akan selalu kembali, menemani, memanjakan dan merangkulmu dengan hangat..&lt;br /&gt;sayangku, percayalah..&lt;br /&gt;semuanya akan indah pada waktunya.&lt;br /&gt;belajarlah selagi dirimu bisa dan mampu.. percayalah akan kekuatan hatimu..&lt;br /&gt;aku sayang sekali..&lt;br /&gt;sayang..&lt;br /&gt;sayang..&lt;br /&gt;sayangg.. adik kecilku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-5823947866360574800?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/5823947866360574800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=5823947866360574800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5823947866360574800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5823947866360574800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/10/gadis-kecilku.html' title='gadis kecilku'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-6532679235581976103</id><published>2008-10-05T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:16:45.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mine.'/><title type='text'>My Wishing Time</title><content type='html'>she's the one that worried about me.. she always said i'm the most beautiful from all.. she's crying a lot, when i'm gone.. she was having me more than nine months in her belly.. she's the one that keep trying to understand my feeling with others.. she's working very hard to make everybody proud of her.. she's the toughest of all.. she's the best thing i ever had.. she's living in sorrow now.. God, please give her a break. make her happy at least for once.. she deserves much better than these stuff.. she deserves the best. i know it..&lt;br /&gt;i want to take her around the globe, so she can see everything in a beautifully way.. she cried a lot, she suffered huge terrible things, she got words that shouldn't ever exist in the dictionary of tongue. &lt;br /&gt;is she ok now.? i don't think so.. there's a lot of things around her, missing, misunderstanding.. it's complicated, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to help her. God, help me find the right way in the right place and in the right time.. so everything will be better, much better.&lt;br /&gt;that's my only wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-6532679235581976103?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6532679235581976103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6532679235581976103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6532679235581976103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6532679235581976103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-wishing-time.html' title='My Wishing Time'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-8179456512877673774</id><published>2008-10-05T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:05:09.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thought'/><title type='text'>you'll always in my heart..</title><content type='html'>who will i choose between both of them..&lt;br /&gt;even though is a rapid fire questions, i won't answer it.. even though I'll have a billion dollars, i won't.&lt;br /&gt;both of them too important in my life.&lt;br /&gt;at last, if they still want me to choose. i choose no one. not even one of them.. it's not the answer, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;but what's the right answer.? i think God-Himself, can't give me the right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i deserves both of them.. they are the persons that has the biggest responsible of me in the world..&lt;br /&gt;where are they now.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-8179456512877673774?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/8179456512877673774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=8179456512877673774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8179456512877673774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8179456512877673774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/10/youll-always-in-my-heart.html' title='you&apos;ll always in my heart..'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-1066391729313992969</id><published>2008-10-04T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:53:18.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man in white hat'/><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>his name unspoken, his face unseen, his body language fool our eyes, his appearances amazed us, his act smartly as The Broadway actors, his words impress every single ears that heard it..&lt;br /&gt;amusing, it is.&lt;br /&gt;confusing, it is..&lt;br /&gt;meaningful.? it should be.. but he made it worst now.&lt;br /&gt;he's fooling himself around, pretending he's the best of all.. pretending everyone is depend on his old shoulders, but.. the fact.? he's made fun of himself these days..&lt;br /&gt;because of what.?&lt;br /&gt;because of the wealthy of life, the richness that would not be taken to the end of our life. because of woman, that made him crazy of.. because of the power of others. making other afraid of himself is a privilege, one of the beauty of life.&lt;br /&gt;but he made it wrong. wrong place, wrong destination, with wrong people in a wrong way, surely.&lt;br /&gt;what i have to do now.?&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know him anymore.. he's different. he's unique, and special. in a bad way..&lt;br /&gt;do not under estimate him, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;he was a good man, once. no, no.. twice.! maybe, three times.. i mean, a lot of times..&lt;br /&gt;then, one of the trouble maker, saw his weaknesses right in front of him. he's shock.. and giving his fully supported for everything that has to be done in a good way, changing into the bad once now. &lt;br /&gt;please, help him find his way home, soon..&lt;br /&gt;when you look him in the eyes, you can see the sorrow that he wanted to scream as loud as he could.. he couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;there's huge burden that he have to brought because of his weaknesses. &lt;br /&gt;he'll realize it. i know that, i know him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love you with all of our hearts..&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-1066391729313992969?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/1066391729313992969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=1066391729313992969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1066391729313992969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1066391729313992969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/10/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-1687282408352772452</id><published>2008-09-30T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:29:40.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f.a.k.e'/><title type='text'>pamm..pamm..pamm..</title><content type='html'>it's buzzing.. like the bees along their way to the flowers at the next park. it said, he went somewhere over the rainbow to catch up some stars above.. it said, she's gone somewhere out there to find her true love. it's cold, it's hot.. but they're still thinking about each others.. their memories that would've been shared since the vow's day. but they're separated.. keep say a pray in the deepest heart, ask The Owner of us to gathered us again, one day. sooner, they'll be together again, as the wind blows, as the sun from the east, and the moon in the night. &lt;br /&gt;let's sing and dance together under the moonlight.. until the time's end.. until the moon stop shining at night.. so we won't miss a thing..&lt;br /&gt;and together side by side, always..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-1687282408352772452?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/1687282408352772452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=1687282408352772452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/1687282408352772452'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7PCyNMrhxG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7PCyNMrhxG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/4800620652643977913-8319027842546664364?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/8319027842546664364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=8319027842546664364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>when you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part..&lt;br /&gt;you're out of that, down on your knee..the fallen moment, you can hardly breathe.&lt;br /&gt;wondering, if he's really here, does he standing in my life..&lt;br /&gt;but he's not, he's gone..gone..gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're dreaming with a broken heart, the giving up is the hardest part..&lt;br /&gt;he takes you in, with crying out..&lt;br /&gt;all at once, you have to say goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;wondering, will you stay in my life..will you wake up my my side..&lt;br /&gt;but, he can't.. &lt;br /&gt;because he's gone..gone..gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, do i have to fall a sleep with roses in my hand.??&lt;br /&gt;do i have to fall a sleep with roses in my hand.??&lt;br /&gt;will you get there, if i did..&lt;br /&gt;no,you won't..&lt;br /&gt;because, you gone..gone..gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're dreaming with a broke heart,&lt;br /&gt;the waking up is the hardest part..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-6328548512947452164?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/6328548512947452164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=6328548512947452164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6328548512947452164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/6328548512947452164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream.html' title='DREAM.'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2125006192165744245</id><published>2008-09-25T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:03:58.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagapati'/><title type='text'>Kuadran</title><content type='html'>siapa namanya? tidak penting lagi.&lt;br /&gt;siapa dia.? bukan siapa2.&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana rupanya.? terlupakan.&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana tutur katanya.? sampah puitis.&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana cara pikirnya.? kritis sampai terkikis.&lt;br /&gt;apa saja kesenangannya.? berdiam, kurasa.&lt;br /&gt;siapakah dia, sebenarnya.? haluan kiri.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa terus membicarakan dia.? apa gunanya.? ... hanya ingin bercerita tentang dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang telah membuat perjalanan air di mata seorang perempuan mengalir dengan deras, juga berhasil membesarkan hati dan hari2 seorang perempuan muda. tidak kalah, menjadikannya terus bertanya2 tentang keberadaan si misterius ini. rupanya tidak elok, hanya terbiasa terdiam di pojok sana dengan kaumnya dan berbicara hanya saat diperlukan. menganggap seorang yang jatuh cinta adalah adik kecilnya yang menghilang selama ini. jatuhlah hati ini ke dasar laut yang paling dalam, hingga tak dapat lagi terasa rasa sakit dan ngilunya ulu hati. burung pun pasti akan kehilangan keseimbangan dan jatuh terinjak mobil yang berlalu-lalang. singa di afrika pun akan mengaum kesakitan hingga tak bersuara lagi. matahari pun hingga pudar terhapus asa di langit biru.&lt;br /&gt;terhitung jejak langkah kaki yang semakin menjauh, mereka mencari jalan untuk bersama. dan akan ada yang tetap tertinggal sendiri disini. menanti sebuah jawaban atas segala pertanyaan yang diajukan bulan di lembah pandala wangi, lembah kasih yang sekarang sudah membeku, tak terasa apapun.&lt;br /&gt;rasa-rasa selama ini telah terjawab sudah.&lt;br /&gt;bukan siapa2.&lt;br /&gt;belum saatnya dia tahu akan keberadaan perempuan ini. karena perempuan ini telah selesai menjalankan perjalanan cintanya yang berujung pada keretakan dan patahnya hati yang rapuh ini.&lt;br /&gt;terimakasih.&lt;br /&gt;kisah ini sudah selesai, walaupun awalnya tidak terdapat pada satu titik pasti. tapi akhirnya sudah tersentuh.&lt;br /&gt;selesai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-2125006192165744245?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/2125006192165744245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=2125006192165744245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2125006192165744245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2125006192165744245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/09/kuadran.html' title='Kuadran'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-2081297330399944159</id><published>2008-09-08T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:23:46.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they&apos;re both important.'/><title type='text'>waiting for him.</title><content type='html'>dear,God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for answering my pray. he sent me the most beautiful thing i ever received. i hope it'll better for tomorrow. i haven't seen it anyway, but i can feel it now. maybe, he didn't send some notes like Shakespeare, but he sent it with all of his heart. thankyou, dear God.&lt;br /&gt;another man now keep going further alone himself, just bless him. and bring him home, soon..please.&lt;br /&gt;he's the one that i have now. i want him back next to me, God.&lt;br /&gt;please, i beg you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's coming back home, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-2081297330399944159?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/2081297330399944159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=2081297330399944159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2081297330399944159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/2081297330399944159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-for-him.html' title='waiting for him.'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-3952410800027928487</id><published>2008-09-07T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:07:46.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><title type='text'>piece of sh*t</title><content type='html'>perasaan untuk selalu menjadi orang ke-sekian yang dilihat orang lain. bagaimana rasanya.? terasa dalam, memang. disaat mata memandang dengan penuh keibaan, penuh tanda tanya dan gelak tawa. seakan bahan tertawaan yang sangat baru pekan ini. selalu menjadi orang yang, terlambat untuk menyadari keberadaan orang lain telah mencoba hal lain tanpa sepengetauan kita. dan akhirnya.? mengetahuinya untuk yang terakhir, membuat mereka tertawa akan keterlamabatannya. &lt;br /&gt;apakah itu teman.? ada saat bahagia dan akan terus mencemooh disaat kita malu. disaat kita tidak ingin lagi membahasnya. kembali diulang, dan akan menekankan pada kesekian kalinya kita untuk diperhatikan.&lt;br /&gt;sudahlah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3952410800027928487?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3952410800027928487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3952410800027928487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3952410800027928487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3952410800027928487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/09/piece-of-sht.html' title='piece of sh*t'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-5365587762257439932</id><published>2008-09-06T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:16:06.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Locke - Idealisme'/><title type='text'>tabularasa</title><content type='html'>manusia pada dasarnya seperti sebuah tabularasa di dalam laboratorium Tuhan. tersimpan baik dan rapi dengan masing-masing nama dan rupa kita sebagai label abadinya. dan, kembali seperti tabularasa itu, maka manusia akan menjadi apapun dan bagaimanapun sesuai dengan lingkungan, kondisi, hidupnya dimasa lalu, semuanya dapat terisi dengan hal baik/buruk. &lt;br /&gt;semoga, tabularasa kita masing-masing telah, sedang dan akan selalu menjadi baik. kesalahan pasti akan ada, biarlah menjadi pelajaran berharga bagi mereka yang menjalaninya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-5365587762257439932?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/5365587762257439932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=5365587762257439932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5365587762257439932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/5365587762257439932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/09/tabularasa.html' title='tabularasa'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4834035869474873516</id><published>2008-08-26T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:25:50.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ERTNIG'/><title type='text'>i'm proud to have you by my side.</title><content type='html'>1. JP, he's the one that understood me quite well. even though, we have a lot of things to do. but, at the end, we still ask each other opinion about anything in our daily life. he's my friend, my partner at work and my enemy in some matters.&lt;br /&gt;2. MA, she's another lady that always support me. we're support each other well enough, yeah even she's busy too with her work. but, we're having a great time together. because, she could see anything in a different point of view.&lt;br /&gt;3. DK, he's a man that fight against me the other day, but he could turn my world up side down, just by his words. sometimes, he made me angry, laugh, or just happy to have him around.&lt;br /&gt;4. GK, she's a beautiful young lady with great manner, attitude and behaviour. her bf lucky to have her. she's moody someday, but she will do everything that she can to make everything that i wanted become true.&lt;br /&gt;5. CH, he's the brain of our committe, not really actually. he's missing someday, and just vanish. but, if you need him, just go to his office behind the campus's canteen. &lt;br /&gt;6. NH, she's count everything, money, time, etc. with her neat writting, wow she could make anything looks well.&lt;br /&gt;7. DD, she's great in english and her knowledges. she will be somebody, oneday.&lt;br /&gt;8. Z, she's damn organized. she had everything almost under control. great habits, girl.&lt;br /&gt;9. G, with his great mind, he can make everything done well. maybe he just need some time, to proof to others that he can invite them.&lt;br /&gt;9. N, wow. critical minds, beautiful young lady, long hair, and.? what else that you'll ask for.?&lt;br /&gt;10. S, she's always talking straight to the point.! love it. with her low profile, she could spread whole over the world.&lt;br /&gt;11. B, she's spoiled, yeah. but, when she's serious, do not even think about playing with her. she's easy to angry, somtimes.&lt;br /&gt;12. G, with his great hair, he created a beautiful piece of arts. from the clothes that he made to his jokes about everything.&lt;br /&gt;13. B, she's always late. hahaha but, it's fine, she's doing a great job too. make everything seems nice with her creative mind.&lt;br /&gt;13. D, her eager to go for almost 40million was great.! she's doing an awesome job, really. she's just need to be more excited about it, so everything will be going just fine.&lt;br /&gt;14. A, he's a gentlemen. he could tell us about his weakness, hard to say for some man, right.? thankyou for you confession.&lt;br /&gt;15, P, maybe he have to pay his attention more in his division, his kids need him, anyway. proof to us, that you can make it.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud to have them, really.&lt;br /&gt;it's getting closer now, almost a month. please, God.&lt;br /&gt;we trust you in every single steps that we take, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4834035869474873516?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4834035869474873516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4834035869474873516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4834035869474873516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4834035869474873516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-proud-to-have-you-by-my-side.html' title='i&apos;m proud to have you by my side.'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4764246250520140499</id><published>2008-07-30T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:31:30.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyond my imagination'/><title type='text'>at last..</title><content type='html'>in the end, everybody will stand by their own foot. without knowing anybody next to them. just standing in front of the lightest light, then take some step forward. everything will be softened, so tender and peaceful. you haven't felt like this before, ever. like, every burden upon you just vanish away.. the smell of green leaves entering your lungs, and exhales slowly. all you can see just white wall, you're the darkest one. but it's fine, because even though you're dark, there's still a shadow which darker than you. so, it's mean, you're not the darkest one. go further then, you'll see the person that you love the most, your mom and dad, behind them there's your sister. smiling gently to you and call your name. but then, they're gone, don't know how and why. you take some steps again, then you'll see the person you hate the most. your ex-boyfriend girlfriend.. got it? she took him away from you, then she just call your name nicely, and vanish again. what happen? what's wrong with them? where are they going? why am i still here? shortly after that, you'll see your beloved friends, from kindergarten, elementary, junior high, senior high, college, they're all around you. smiling at you cheerfully and call your name again. you're so happy being surrounded by them, you keep turning around, again and again and again and...again. STOP.&lt;br /&gt;you fell...everything turning up site down, there's a lot of lights, like rainbow dancing upon you. slowly, you close your eyes. then wake up from the sudden death. are you alone? no, you're not. there's a handsome man standing next to you and look at you in the eyes, said "it's going to be just fine".&lt;br /&gt;then you realize, you're in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4764246250520140499?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4764246250520140499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4764246250520140499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4764246250520140499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/4764246250520140499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-last.html' title='at last..'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-8783069003985467362</id><published>2008-07-21T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:05:48.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>it's suck.</title><content type='html'>what did i do.? i was trying to help you win the fight with him. and then, you just mad at me.? damn you,. i don't know am i right or wrong, i was laughing because of his foolishness, and then you put your anger with him in me.? screw you., how come.??? i helped you already with all of those things that i tried to involved you, then it just came to me about other faults..!!!&lt;br /&gt;d a m n . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-8783069003985467362?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/8783069003985467362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=8783069003985467362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>i keep thinking, should i send him in the first place or just be waiting down here with all of my cuirosity about him and his life.&lt;br /&gt;am i afraid to start something big in my life.? i guess i'm just afraid of hurt feelings that i'll have when i got dumped, left behind, so stupid in my entire life. what should i do.? hmm., i think about something once. if you want somebody do it for you, then you have to do it first to somebody. it's just like give and take things, i'll give you dan i'll take you., really like that.? am i right.? or wrong.. i don't know exactly..&lt;br /&gt;or just like this, i don't have to start but just make sure it's the right email address.. hahaha it's just the same,huh.? but, somebody should start it first, or it will never started. then.?&lt;br /&gt;what's my decision.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll send him.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't send him.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send him.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't send him.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-3578242181036876616?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/3578242181036876616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=3578242181036876616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3578242181036876616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/3578242181036876616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/07/nearby-fourth.html' title='nearby fourth'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-4386732472270925489</id><published>2008-07-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:58:22.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s for you'/><title type='text'>i don't know where to start..</title><content type='html'>i'm just sitting here, after watching great movie-WANTED played by James McAvoy, Angelina Jolie, etc..&lt;br /&gt;keep wondering what am i gotta do..&lt;br /&gt;even though he has weird kind of hair, i'm still in love with him..&lt;br /&gt;even though many of my friends said he's kind of strange and a bit un-fashionable..&lt;br /&gt;but i said, it's fine..really.!&lt;br /&gt;but now.? &lt;br /&gt;what am i got to do.? i don't know what i should do..&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for his 1st postcard, while he's busy i guess..&lt;br /&gt;or, just start now with send him an email.?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting here.,&lt;br /&gt;until he start everything that already started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, MF .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4386732472270925489?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4386732472270925489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4386732472270925489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juliane Bruch'/><title type='text'>my little big sister</title><content type='html'>dear, JB&lt;br /&gt;how are you now.? are you doing just fine.? i know you will be all right., still cannot imagine my life now without you standing next to me. even though just for a while, it feels like years.&lt;br /&gt;so how's sidney.? great.? i'll send you the angklung soon, ok.? then you can put it in your desk, show it to your students there..&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to jogja next august, i have a chance to talk about you there.. it's all about you and you, that make me more-MAGiS.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything that you gave to me, times, thoughts, energies, loves, cares, angers, a lot.. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;you showed me how to be tough noe..&lt;br /&gt;i saw you next to IA this day, do you love him.? you're great together.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;sorry, you have a boyfriend now.. ok, get back to him then..&lt;br /&gt;hmm, how's MF.? you were in the same car right.? did he go straight to the airport.? or what.? &lt;br /&gt;what about PR.? did he cry all the time.? hahaha,. cute boy's crying..&lt;br /&gt;and, another P.? he was just smiling all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Sr.Igna.? is she ok.? she's great..&lt;br /&gt;and..AL and DR.? are they ok.? &lt;br /&gt;take care,ok.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to you later on,sist..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-4396094660153192354?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/4396094660153192354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=4396094660153192354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>i don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;but it's too intens, between me and him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving him, nothing.. except an empty hope..&lt;br /&gt;truly, i'm so sorry.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're just friends, right.?&lt;br /&gt;i won't hurt you any longer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-937782333074589508?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/937782333074589508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=937782333074589508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/937782333074589508'/><link rel='self' 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trus jam 3bangun dan ga bisa tidur lagi amp jam stengah4an, skalian ngelarn baca buku Tuesdays with Morrie, great.! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;dan baru bangun jam stengah 10tadi.waw .&lt;br /&gt;which is, brapa jam yah.? about 9-10jam.? oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;pantes sekarang pusing.. ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;tadi sempt mimpi apa yah.? ada mimpi serem nya, ada mimpi ngerjain tugasnya juga, ada mimpii.. dkejer2 kunti jg . hiiii..&lt;br /&gt;banyak d.!&lt;br /&gt;jarang2 ngisi blog di pagi hari dan ngobrolin keseharian gini yah.?&lt;br /&gt;ga taw jg knapa, pagi ini gy pengen adja .&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;segera akan berlari ke kampus nanti..mw liatin nilai, bukan nilai ndiri.. tapi nilai orang, shyerly, ella, mute, gita, tya, sapa lagi yh..?&lt;br /&gt;ok,then .&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go, i haven't take a bath yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-8058379675417359580</id><published>2008-06-10T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T05:30:17.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='y.h.a.r.w'/><title type='text'>papa</title><content type='html'>papa..&lt;br /&gt;seseorang yang selalu mendukung berbagai hal yang menantang untuk saya. dari sekedar, nyetir di lembang yang berkabut, menghadapi dosen yang luarbiasa mengesankan-Bang Tian, bahkan menyerahkan tanggung jawabnya sebagai ayah kepada saya untuk menjadi tempat bersandar mama dan adik saya.&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih,papa..&lt;br /&gt;he taught me to be strong.!&lt;br /&gt;to be the toughest girl,ever. &lt;br /&gt;kenapa kenangan tentang papa terlupa.???&lt;br /&gt;sulit untukku mengingatnya,paa..&lt;br /&gt;gimana ini.?&lt;br /&gt;kenapa saya jadi cepat lupa akan semua yang telah papa lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa menjaga saya saat sakit panas waktu itu, mencubit saya hingga saya sakit pula, mengurung saya diruang tv dan akhirnya memandikan saya karena saya ngompol. hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;saya maw kembali ke masa itu, boleh.?&lt;br /&gt;saat saya bermimpi tentang perempuan2 yang bersama papa itu..&lt;br /&gt;saat saya pergi kpemakaman ayah salah satu teman saya, dan papa pulang dengan taksi, karena mobil saya pakai.&lt;br /&gt;saat saya pergi dengan edo, papa tersenyum dblakang saya dengan kegagahannya memohon saya untuk pergi bersamanya dengan izin dari papa.&lt;br /&gt;saat berjalan k.jawa, papa sering berhenti dan tidur lama sekali.! agar papa dapat beristirahat sebentar, dan kami tidak celaka. andai aku sudah besar dan bisa menggantikan papa saat itu, sebentar sadja..&lt;br /&gt;saat dalam perjalanan, papa sangat suka mampir ke berbagai tempat makan dan selalu ada beberapa tempat favorite papa. dari rawon, empal sampe nasi cirebon itu,pa.. nasi jamblang.?&lt;br /&gt;saat papa menggendong kami ketika sudah sampai di rumah dalam perjalanan yang panjang itu.&lt;br /&gt;saat saya notn film pretty woman, yang papa larang karena ada bagian2 yang belum pantas untuk saya tonton.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa meminta saya untuk terus membaca buku dan mengisi hari2 saya dengan hal yang berguna.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa marah karena saya hanya notn opera sabun seperti yang mama suka, dan mematikan tv itu.&lt;br /&gt;saat saya penuh dengan perasaan hina dina karena tidak bisa masuk kelas ipa, papa marah luar biasa dan melampiaskannya kepada mama. &lt;br /&gt;saat papa akhirnya mencoba merasa bangga dengan prestasi saya dalam organisasi, ketua osis perempuan, itu adalah saya.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa membelikan kami tempat tidur seperti anak kecil, dan berharap kami menyukainya, dan kami berdua sangat membenci itu. tempat tidur itu pun segera dirusak oleh ade saya, dengan bermain2 diatasnya.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa membelikan tempat duduk jari lengkap dengan warna biru dan merah untuk menebus kekecewaan kami dengan tempat tidur tadi.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa memaksa saya untuk les ini dan itu agar saya hebat nantinya.&lt;br /&gt;saat saya tetap papa peluk dengan mesra, padahal saya mengecewakan papa.&lt;br /&gt;saat saya pergi dengan fael, dan papa tetap menunggu saya hingga malam dan saya sampai di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa dengan segan bersalaman dengan orang tua fael yang canggung rasanya bertemu dskolah dengan calon mertua-pada waktu itu.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa selalu berpakaian necis k.sekolah dan membuat smua orang mlihatnya dengan asoygeboy, dan tentu rasa bangga dalam hatiku, karena papaku keren.!!! richard gere untuk sementara waktu,mungkin..hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;saat papa memperjuangkan kami-ank2 kelas3 untuk lived in dan mendapatkan hidup sebagaimana layaknya di desa tanpa kemewahan sedikit pun.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa menghantarkan kami k.bis tempat kami akan berangkat dan pergi untuk sementara waktu.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa,mama,ade,pakde menyusul saya k.wonogiri dan melihat saya dari kejauhan smp kanisius itu dengan senyuman yang tersungging manis.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa begitu menikmati mengendarai stream yang lembut gas dan remnya.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa selalu mengajak kami isi bensin walau hanya sebentar dan akan langsung makan sate padang atau soto kikil itu.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa mengajak kami berdoa beberapa malam itu, rosario, jalan salib, padahal kami sempat tertidur.. maaf Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa masak mie dengan sayurmayur yang ada di kulkas, slrrppp.! enak rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa masak swike, rendang, kepiting, banyak d.! papa jago masak.!&lt;br /&gt;saat papa membeli city untuk mama mendampingi kami..&lt;br /&gt;saat papa selalu bersiap di pagi hari, dengan berbagai hal disiapkan mama dari saputangan, kaos kaki hingga bekal makanan papa.&lt;br /&gt;saat k.greja, qta selalu berpakaian yang senada, baik warna kadang pun coraknya.&lt;br /&gt;saat di greja papa selalu berpura-pura mendengarkan, padahal papa sambil menutup mata bahkan tertidur beberapa kali.&lt;br /&gt;saat di greja papa sering menangis dalam lagu Bapa Kami.&lt;br /&gt;saat di greja, qta selalu berpegangan tangan seakan takut berpisah.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa menggenggam tanganku, terasa aman. tangan papa yang besar dan hangat itu selalu menjadi idamanku.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa berjabat tangan dengan kuatnya, itulah yang aku lakukan sekarang,pa..&lt;br /&gt;saat papa menyirami bunga-bunga dluar dengan kaos singlet putih itu.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa mencuci mobil ditemani mama, kadang saya bantu kadang pun saya diamkan, karena malas membantu. hehehe papa pun beralasan ingin berolahraga, padahal ingin kami bantu.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa membuat sesuatu yang aneh dan unik untuk kami, dari pot gantungan, dinding bata di deket ruang makan.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa mengajak kami berfoto keluarga bersama, papa sempet marah karena ada kekeliruan pada kancing baju seragamnya. kancing.! hingga papa tidak mau memakai baju seragam itu.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa marah2 karena hal2 kecil kepada kami bertiga.&lt;br /&gt;saat papa membelikan kami vcd tentang national geographic, buku2 yang berpengetahuan menumpuk tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;saat papaaaaa......&lt;br /&gt;tidak hadir dalam ulang tahunku yang k-17&lt;br /&gt;tidak hadir dalam pelepasan sma.ku&lt;br /&gt;tidak mendampingiku mencari tempat tinggal di bandung&lt;br /&gt;tidak datang bersama keluarga (ber4)&lt;br /&gt;tidak pulang ke rumah&lt;br /&gt;tidak bertemu ade dan mama&lt;br /&gt;tidak menganggap mama lagi&lt;br /&gt;tidak memuji mama lagi&lt;br /&gt;tidak mendampingi ade dalam ujiannya&lt;br /&gt;tidak melihat pementasan teater saya&lt;br /&gt;tidak menghiraukan pendapat kami&lt;br /&gt;tidak melihat bahwa kami sudah dewasa&lt;br /&gt;tidak..tidak..tidak..tidak..&lt;br /&gt;ttttttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiddddddddddddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa segeralah pulang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-8058379675417359580?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/8058379675417359580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800620652643977913&amp;postID=8058379675417359580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8058379675417359580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800620652643977913/posts/default/8058379675417359580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/2008/06/papa.html' title='papa'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04475184783783623074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-5452954562430615126</id><published>2008-06-10T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:37:48.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my story</title><content type='html'>what should i do.?&lt;br /&gt;kepada-Nya sajalah aku akan menyerahkan segalanya..hidupku hanya untuk-Nya. sejak aku menjadi benih cinta diantara orang tuaku yang kini berdiri sendiri-sendiri, aku tetap bangga menyandang nama belakang mereka dan menjadikan ini hanya sekedar cobaan kecil yang diberikan-Nya kepadaku. well, it's life. tanpa kerikil yang kecil dan akan membesar dengan sendirinya, qta tidak akan menikmati indahnya hidup. benar pilihanku untuk tetap hidup dan melakukan sesuatu tanpa garansi dmana aku akan hidup kekal nanti.&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, aku lelah,jujur sadja. banyak hal yang ingin aku lakukan, tapi seakan semuanya sia-sia tanpat mereka berdua. tujuanku selama ini, hanyalah untuk membanggakan mereka berdua, itu sadja.. tidak lebih. mungkin aku bukan anak lelaki seperti yang diharapkan, tapi i've tried so hard to as tough as a boy. hmm.,not as perfect like the wanted me to be.?&lt;br /&gt;then..am i should change my gender to be the one that they wanted me to be.?&lt;br /&gt;nope..it's not a good answer, i thought.&lt;br /&gt;i have to survive..right.?&lt;br /&gt;i like to see many movies in theatres, i saw many movie stars, many stories about life even its happy, sad, misreable, sarcastic or even pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;but it's my story from now on. i have my own director, God, The Almighty. &lt;br /&gt;starring, me, my family, my friends, everybody around me, of course you (does anyone ever read it.? i don't think so., and i;m not hoping for that).&lt;br /&gt;i have to make my own happy ending.. how.?.&lt;br /&gt;with suicide.? nope, it's a coward. &lt;br /&gt;with smile.? of course, from all of you faces. especially, my mom, dad, lil sist. &lt;br /&gt;all i wanted to do is to make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;that's it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800620652643977913-5452954562430615126?l=astoryafterall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoryafterall.blogspot.com/feeds/5452954562430615126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NShUQaCXoE/TUpBfXjZtmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vWNDZAqt8Lg/s220/naked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800620652643977913.post-7462612787311650485</id><published>2008-05-17T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:28:59.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lho..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semut adja bisa'/><title type='text'>semut kecil</title><content type='html'>Hidup di kota kembang ini selama hampir setahun, membuat saya selalu tersenyum di pagi hari. Walaupun sering ditemani hujan dan cuaca tidak menentu, kota ini membuat saya nyaman dan aman dalam setiap harinya. Tidak hanya berusaha bersahabat dengan alam, tapi juga dengan orang-orang di sekitar saya. Di kost ini, misalnya, saya hidup dengan keluarga kecil yang memang lahir dan tumbuh di Kota Bandung ini, kami yang tidak berasal dari Bandung merasa begitu terjaga di dalamnya. Kehidupan Bandung yang begitu hangat, membuat kami tidak ingin segera beranjak dari sini. Di setiap langkah kami keluar dari kost ini, menuntut ilmu atau hanya sekedar jalan-jalan, kami merasa aman. Orang-orang di sekeliling kami, tentu tidak semua kami kenal, tapi mereka begitu ramah dan menyambut kami dengan senang hati. Walaupun hanya sekedar anggukan kepala atau senyum saja, itu sudah cukup, karena tulus dari hati.&lt;br /&gt; Kebanyakan orang berkata, ibukota lebih kejam daripada ibu tiri. Dan apakah pernyataan tersebut benar adanya? Memang begitu. Hidup di Kota Jakarta, memang sangat keras. Tidak semua orang akan menyapa satu sama lain, tersenyum saja akan keluar senyuman pahit yang asal saja keluar. Mungkin globalisasi membuatnya begitu, semua orang berpikir tentang dirinya sendiri. Padahal, kehidupan layaknya orang Indonesialah yang didamba-dambakan, terkenal dengan keramah-tamahannya, selain terorisme, Indonesia telah menyentuh hati banyak turis mancanegara. Ataukah hal itu, hanya kemunafikan belaka, untuk meningkatkan pariwisata Indonesia? Besar harapan saya, keramah-tamahan itu tidak hanya ada di tempat-tempat destinasi para turis saja. Tapi juga dalam setiap kehidupan orang Indonesia. &lt;br /&gt; Ketika berjalan sepanjang kota ini, saya menjumpai beberapa orang yang tidak saya kenal. Dan dengan sapaan khas kota ini, saya akan berkata, ‘punten’, dengan ramah pun mereka akan membalas, ‘mangga’, dibubuhi dengan bungkukan badan dan senyum yang damai rasanya. Memang tidak semua orang akan begitu, terpengaruh dengan budaya dari berbagai kota, apalagi kota-kota besar, menjadikan masyarakat disini mulai acuh. Rasa aman pun masih saya dapatkan ketika berjalan di tempat-tempat padat, terkadang teman-teman saya juga mengingatkan beberapa tempat yang rawan. Karena tumbuhnya kecurigaan satu sama lain inilah, yang membuat perasaan saya menjadi tidak aman. Tapi, hal tersebut tidak mengurungkan saya untuk menyukai kota ini. &lt;br /&gt; Sebelumnya, tinggal di Kota Bandung hanya impian untuk saya. Disamping, rumor gang motor, kehidupan bebas dan sebagainya, saya masih sangat antusias tinggal disini. Adanya hal-hal negative itu akan berkembang sendirinya bagi orang-orang yang tidak bisa menjaga dirinya baik-baik. Karena pada dasarnya semua orang adalah baik adanya, hanya lingkungan sekitarlah yang membuat mereka berubah. Beberapa waktu yang lalu, saya sempat berkunjung ke daerah Tasikmalaya. Disana masih dapat terlihat indahnya bumi sangkuriang ini. Walaupun lengkap dengan debu yang kian menusuk hidung. Tapi, setelah mulai memasuki desanya, rasanya seperti melihat kampung halaman lagi. Kehidupan masyarakat yang masih begitu kental rasa kekeluargaannya. Ketika, saya sampai di rumah sebuah keluarga, mereka dengan senang hati menyambut kami – saya dan teman-teman saya. Dengan segera mereka mengeluarkan makanan yang mereka punya, dari pisang yang langsung dipetik dari belakang rumah sampai ketan hitam yang mereka jadikan oleh-oleh untuk kami. Rasanya, seperti sudah lama mengenal dan keluarga dekat saja. Pertama kali, kami mengenal sang bapak yang bekerja di Simpang Dago, dan pindah ke Dipati Ukur, beliau yang bekerja keras untuk keempat anaknya. Dalam sela kesibukannya pun, beliau masih menyediakan waktunya untuk berbincang dengan kami tentang kehidupan di Bandung yang semakin sulit rasanya. Tapi, senyum dari wajahnya yang mulai menua tetap ada dan terukir jelas. Mungkin karena wajahnya yang ramah-tamah itulah, membuat kami terenyuh dan merasa dekat dengannya. &lt;br /&gt; Seperti kehidupan semut saja, rasa kekeluargaan mereka begitu terasa. Mereka akan saling menyapa satu sama lain, ketika bertemu di tengah jalan, kenal ataupun tidak. Mereka pun akan saling membantu dalam susah maupun senang. 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