tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20070872123078904072023-11-16T08:53:40.000-08:00FivouriteIndira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-44656633268748953492012-06-11T00:08:00.000-07:002013-05-19T22:22:08.749-07:00Full Stop<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Well, kalau dilihat ulang dari judul, finally I reached the full stop of my life in high school. Yep, I officially graduated on 31st of May 2012. Happy at first knowing that I finally have my life again after all these 3 years I wasted for shits (or some polite people says, for assignments). I mean, who doesn't? Life in high school to me like life giving lemons right at my scars! (Yeah, the teachers. They're the worst part of all). But hey, after the graduation, I feel like some parts of me were gone. Like there ain't no friends everyday no more, no laughs, and others. And suprisingly, I kinda miss the way teachers make me so pissed off. For some reasons maybe it sounds so effing stupid, but yeah, I do. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">At some point, when I was in the 3rd grade, I wanted all of these to be ended soon. For the shits I've through, I swear to God I would never want to go back to that jerk moments which full of tasks, exams, and others school stuffs. I ask you politely, which one of you love that parts? Which one of you? If you raise your hand, I'd probably shoot you with a bazooka. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">After some time, do you guys realize that those shit moments were the best of your life? Bonding to your friends, to your teachers, and others. Mostly, it's the bond of you and your friends which are getting so strong and you started to realise that those beautiful moments are going to be ended soon. Ironic, isn't it? I hate the part when the bond of friendship is just getting stronger in the end. You guys think the same, huh?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">But anyway, it's not all that matters, but how you're going to end it that matters. With a happy way, or a sad way. It's all up to you and the choices you made inside your head. Happy way: You're going to be happy with the goodbyes because you and all of your friends end it to reach your dreams and live it happily, or the sad way: Because you're just not gonna see each other again everyday? Your call. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">There's always a goodbye in a hello, so, why don't you stop being sad and stand up with your friends, telling that this is just another part of our lives that you're all have to through it happily? Why don't you say to your friends that you're all have to reach your dream and live your dream? And why don't you all be positive to a goodbye? Goodbye is just another little problem to deal, but future? That's huge. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">You're going to see each other again. You're going to. Don't be sad. (Bestfriends always do meet each other, right?)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">To those who are mad to your lover because you're not seeing your lover each day or because he's saying he's busy, c'mon, he's about reaching his dreams and if you're the best for him, you're gonna let him doing it, and be supportive instead of babbling. Babbling is ok, but don't disturb him to find his path to his dream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">In the end, it's our full stop in high school. But another new blank field to be written, either how you're going to write it... live the dream, and sure you're going to be happy for other new hellos. The post maybe pointless to all of you, but I just wanna say, perpisahan hanya sementara dan selalu ada, pertemuan pun akan selalu ada. Tapi kesempatan untuk a better future is not going to come twice. Jadi, relakan kehidupan masa lalu, for a huge future. You know what I'm saying? </span></div>
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Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-72490598646951505812011-11-06T01:45:00.000-07:002011-11-06T03:55:58.963-08:00Bahagia Itu Sederhana<div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Jelas sekali bukan, judul di atas? Iya, bahagia itu sederhana.</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Tanggal 5 kemarin, kita 2 tahun lho. Lama, ya? 24 bulan. 730 hari. </span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Awalnya, gw nggak yakin sama sekali ini bakal lama.</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Tapi kamu terus ngeyakinin, kita bisa.</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Inget banget dulu, aku sering jail-jail ngerjain kamu ini itu, dan lain-lain sampe kamu nangis-nangis dan sebagainya. Hahaha, that was cute, baby! Terkadang marah beneran, pengen udahin aja semuanya, tapi aku-nya sendiri nggak y</span>akin bisa gak sama kamu. Cailah..</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Banyak banget ya, yang udah kita laluin. </span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Mulai dari putus-sambung nggak jelas, yang sebenernya orang juga gak tau itu beneran putus apa nggak karena kita gak bisa jauh.</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Ya backstreet yang alay banget.</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Berantem-berantem gak jelas gara-gara aku kerjain aku bilang mau ke Lampung padahal cuma aku kerjain karena mau 6 bulan-an.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Ujan-ujanan karna nekat ngelawan ujan dan ujung-ujungnya berenti di Alfa, ngeliatin ujan. Mau beli sesuatu buat minta plastik dan terus </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">nekat ngelawan ujan tp gak ada yang punya duit, dan hape sama-sama lowbatt buat ngabarin orang rumah.<br />Aku suka bete gak jelas karna kamu gak seromantis cowok-cowok di timeline-ku, yang muja-muja pacarnya atau tweet sesuatu yang paling kecil dari hubungan mereka. Terus kamu bilang, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Kamu itu cuma punyaku, ngapain aku bagi-bagi ke orang lain?"</span> atau <span style="font-style: italic;">"Kalau lebih indah aslinya, kenapa harus lewat dunia maya?" </span><br />Dan yang paling berharga dari semua itu, ketika kamu bela-belain pulang dari Bangka tanggal 26 buat dateng ke ulang tahunku. Beliin aku boneka Eeyore yang besar dimana aku suka banget sama Eeyore. Because it has puppy eyes like you do, baby.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Eh, itu awal kita dibolehin sama mama, kan? :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br />Aku juga masih inget, waktu kamu mau ulang tahun, aku kelabakkan nyariin kamu hadiah karna aku gak tau harus ngasih apa. Aku cuma siap ngasih kue. Terus aku ada ide, berhubung kamu ulang tahun pas Java Jazz, aku beliin kamu tiket, terus kasih surprise buat kamu dirumahku. Aku cuma ngasih jaket.. and I am sorry for only giving you that. Cuma berharap itu bisa ngangetin kamu terus. Tsahh..<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Lalu ada suatu tragedi yang sebenernya lebi</span>h banyak hikmah baiknya, walaupun di kamu nggak sih... hahaha. Iya, yang kaki kamu sobek gara-gara entah kenapa pas nganterin aku pulang, lalu aku merasa bersalah banget sampe marah-marah sama mama karena mama yang minta tolong kamu jemput aku di Pak Solihin terus nganterin aku pulang. Aku panik banget ngeliat kamu berdarah-darah gitu, ujan-ujan pula. Daerahnya sepi, gak bisa minta tolong sama siapa-siapa sampe akhirnya aku lari-lari ke bengkel minta tolong. Ngeliat kamu di bius sambil ter</span>iak-teriak itu nyiksa banget. Ngeliat kamu di jahit kakinya, dan sebagai-sebagainya itu bikin errgh...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Tapi dari situ, aku jadi lebih deket sama keluarga kamu, no? :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Kemarin kita ngerayain dua tahun dengan super sederhana pula karena sama-sama gak punya duit. Pengen beliin kamu sepatu sebenernya, tapi gak tau gimana cara dapet ukuranmu yang super rare karena kakimu itu ukuran 47. Size 13. Sampe nge-stalk semua following-mu, nge-add Ballers ID, nyari-nyari kontak anak TKSB tapi gagal. Jadi nggak ngasih apa-apa deh.. :(</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Sebenernya sebel dengan acara yang menurutku itu terlalu biasa buat acara dua tahun-an tapi kamu bilang, <i>"Buatku kemaren malam spesial. Bukan cuma another night. Nanti kalo udah susah ketemu itu baru kerasa. Aku gak butuh spesial karena sama kamu itu ya spesial,"</i> jadinya aku gak jadi sebel deh. Iya, aku harusnya ngehargain waktu-waktu sama kamu lebih, ya. Kan kamu mau ke Akpol.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Definisi bahagia itu apa sih, Ndi?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Buat gw? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Bahagia itu ketika lihat rapor nilainya diatas 8 semua.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Bahagia itu ketika lihat Tom tidur pules dengan muka bayi-nya.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Bahagia itu ketika bisa tidur jam 9 tanpa kepikiran harus bangun jam 3 karena ada PR yang belum tuntas. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Bahagia itu kalau lagi having a quality time with the whole family.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Bahagia itu kalau sama kamu, baby.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Bahagiaku sama kamu itu terlalu sederhana.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Ngobrol di depan kelas. Mecahin jerawatmu. Ngeliat kamu tidur. Dicium jidatnya. Dipeluk. Ngomongin hal-hal gak penting. Jalan kaki bareng. Ngeliat kamu nyanyi dengan suara sok dibagus-bagusin. Berkhayal tentang masa depan. Kisah cinta kita yang penuh romansa. And more to make.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Ya intinya, aku bahagia deh sama kamu.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Harapanku gak banyak. Semoga terus saling mengerti, saling melengkapi dan saling menyayangi. Dan semoga, bisa terus sama kamu. Diawali dari tanggal 5 November 2009 yang kemudian di akhiri kalau nanti hariku juga berakhir. Amin.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Selamat dua tahun, Bodia Teja Lelana. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4jis4IScFBLNO4Z6VieNhGoGJJjKJp-ui6ro9u8jYW3GAp8X-wd16DN23U1BefvhR_LW_fh_fWdjzKPNQs1jmpGhSJHOfrpGWOH9OQfgFBiO9GRI_zR-9MYkreALSGKB6AEc8XjhE4U/s400/2+tahun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671806482834675922" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 191px;" border="0" /></span></div></div><div style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-931332521888250032011-09-12T03:42:00.001-07:002011-09-12T04:21:30.590-07:00What's up.<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hi, hi, sudah lama tidak mem-post beberapa postingan disini dikarenakan jadwal kelas 12 yang padatnya nggak karuan.. walaupun sbnrnya sempet (tapi males) buat nge-post, ttp aja rasanya menulis dan menuangkan pikiran di blog tanpa ada yg mengganggu hati tuh.. susah banget. *caelah*</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sejujur-jujurnya jujur, gw sedang mengalami fase galauness. Tapi tapi tapi.. kalau gw cerita gw sama aja dengan menceritakan ke jelekkan lo dong, berarti gw sama kayak lo dong. Gak ah, gw kan sayang sama lo. Anggap saja perbuatan lo selalu baik. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Galau yg lebih parah dari ini adalah galau akademis, </span>sob.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yaa.. gw mungkin gak sepinter temen-temen gw, tp gw boleh dong sok-sok galau mau kuliah dimana, secara ini menyangkut masa depan gw, menyangkut hidup gw dimasa depan. *dibolak-balikajasebenernya*</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Malam-malam dimana gw tidak bisa tidur, gw menghabiskan waktu dengan curhat sama Papa, Om Inco, dan sahabat-sahabat gw tentang apa yang harus gw pilih buat masa depan gw dalam jangka waktu yang lumayan singkat. Beberapa orang di sekitar gw mendukung gw buat jadi dokter </span>gigi. Gw pengen nangis tiap dibilang kayak gitu, bukan berarti gw gak mau, tp gw gak sanggup. Gw suka sedih denger Mama nyuruh gw jadi dokter gigi sedangkan gw gak sanggup. Mikir aja, kalau nggak sekarang, kapan lg gw nyenengin Mama?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Gw gak bisa tidur juga kadang-kadang menghayal tentang masa depan gw, suami gw, gw dimasa depan, punya anak berapa dan sebagai-sebagainya. Yang jelas, gw gak mau kerja. Hahahaha, tp tetep aja kan untuk membangun hubungan sama orang-orang yang kelas atas harus bangun citra diri kalau diri sendiri pintar. Jujur ajasih, sampe sekarang gw masih ngebayangin diri gw sendiri kerja di Bank / sebuah perusahaan securities, lalu pacaran sama salah satu broker / direksi. Bisa tinggal di aparteme</span>n, mobil sendiri, buy myself something good, nikah dgn pernikahan spektakuler, trus berhenti kerja, punya anak dan ngemong anak. Simple, but I want it to be perfect.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Ya, seenggaknya semua cita-cita butuh rencana dan pencapaian. Dimana gw masih bingung dengan jalan gw untuk menuju kesana. Apakah gw harus milih UI dimana gw deket sama orang tua gw tapi gw gak bisa hidup mandiri kedepan-depannya karena selalu numpang hidup sama orang tua. Atau gw harus milih UGM dimana gw jauh dari orang tua tapi kedepannya gw bisa mandiri ngurus diri sendiri. Jujur aja, gw gak bisa jauh dari mama-papa. Jujur, kutak sanggup.. belum lagi gw harus menjauhkan d</span>iri dari sahabat-sahabat kesayangan gw yg super super gw sayang selama-lamanya. Kalau gw di UGM, giliran mereka reuni atau gimana, pasti gw ngabsen terus. *nulisinilama-lamangeracuninpikiranbuatjadianakUI*</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tp setelah gw browsing-browsing.. UGM sama UI passing grade-nya tinggi-tinggi yah :(((</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">BUKAN ITU DENG. Tapi masalahnya, jurusan apa?!! Hukum kah, Ilmu Ekonomi kah, atau apakah?? Gw selama ini berusaha meyakinkan diri untuk milih Ilmu </span>Ekonomi karna menurut pandangan gw org dengan pengetahuan ekonomi makro bakal dibutuhkan sangat dimasa depan, lalu peminatnya juga kurang *bukantakutbersaingsuer*, dan macam-macam lainnya. Tapi pas ditinjau ulang...... RATENYA TINGGI JUGA huhuhu.. jadi intinya kenapa rate semua sekolah tinggi-tinggi untuk otakku yang gak tinggi. Gw sempat berpikiran juga mau jadi penasihat keuangan keluarga / pribadi, tp setelah dipikir-pikir kalau profesi macam gitu dan mau sukses, bangun citranya susah juga. Jadi dokter apa nih.. hmm.. *bantingstir*</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Intinya, gw galau akan masa depan gw yang masih burem ini. Sekian..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Oiya, curhat dikit boleh, kan?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; ">You know what, someday I’ll get tired of asking for your attention.</strong>Someday I’ll get tired of making the first move just so we could talk. Someday I will get tired of loving and waiting for you. Someday I will get tired of sending you a text message having no reply coming from you. I’ll get tired of thinking how can I make you happy when you don’t even make an effort to do the same for me. I’ll get tired of you saying<strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "><em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "> “I’m busy, I have no time.”</em>.</strong> You know, sometimes I wanna tell you that <strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "><em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; ">“You’re not the only person experiencing a busy life. I am also busy, but I make time for you because I love you. I have sleepless nights thinking about you.”.</em></strong> No, you just don’t get it do you?</p><p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "><em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; ">I get it.</em></strong> I have no value to you. I’m just one of those people whom you hang with. I’m just one of those people whom you run to whenever you like to talk and you trash out whenever you’re done.<strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "><em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "> I’m just a nobody.</em></strong></p><p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; ">Time will come that I will no longer have interest in you</strong>. I hope you know why it turned out like that. <strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; ">It’s not easy to love a person who doesn’t know how to appreciate. </strong></p></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; ">So baby, go mock me. I'm okay, cause you know, I'm fine. And I'm sorry for not saying sorry, because you never say sorry when you made mistakes either. I'm being selfish once, is it okay for you? Well, I'm tired anyway. Of having fights like this, but it's up to you, but I guess if you want to mock me more than that, you'd better break me up. Cause you know I've got a heart that's broken everytime I saw that bad words. It's not that I'm not sad, but pretty much fighting for myself, setelah sekian lama lebih mentingin perasaan orang daripada diri sendiri. Toh selama ini ketika lo marah lo tidak pernah mengontrol diri lo sendiri buat gw, lalu apakah gw harus terus-terusan mengontrol diri gw sendiri.</span></p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; ">No lie, I miss you. Have fun, and sweet dreams tonight. You know, I know you'll be just fine without me. Or even better off without me. Toh, you and your family never appreciate me. Anggap saja gw gak ada. Selama ini.</span></p><p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; ">By then I know, you never deserve my words. Or even my love. And yes, you never appreciate me in a good way I do for you. So, see you. And.. thanks for everything. </span></p><p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "><br /></span></p></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhjEX3LB5NsJYS7kmwR0cf3bjptMU9UBP9-gwtqWACaWn0e15gk_6dUpDcvE5LvkbLcMhiI2kdFFQY67B9StjAHC-JeIZ2v7u8OlD4V20IYQvU5PRDbpUh6njZBL3N9plOs_Mlp4nrsh0/s400/tumblr_lqw5dhvIJ21qafgk9o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651429125277147778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 137px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-63377631013415986152011-06-20T04:42:00.000-07:002011-06-20T05:31:05.111-07:00Where have you been?<span class="Apple-style-span" >Boys say sorry when girls had enough for the pains they give and try to walk away.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Boys stay when girls move on.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Boys try their best when girls wiped their tears.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Boys change their bad behaviour when girls have let him go.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Boys get so weak when girls get so strong.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Boys stop ignore girls when girls ignore them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Boys cry over girls when girls back on their knees.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Boys remember when girls try to forget.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Boys misses girls when girls try their best to fall in love with another men.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Boys realize they have the best when girls met men who will treat them right.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I asked you, where have you been?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been when she says sorry because she values her relationship more than her ego.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been when she tried her best fighting the voices inside of her head to stay.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been when she's crying and you're the one she wishes to wipe her tears.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been when she changed a lot for you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been when you are the one who gives her strength yet you're the one that makes her on her worst moment.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been when she was panic because you ignore them, and asked all of your friends where you were just because she cared too much then you thought she was annoying.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been when she kneels and pray you would be just there for her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been when you are the only thing that's in her mind.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been when she misses you but she couldn't talk to you because you said you were busy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where have you been when she's still thinking that you're the best for her even thought you are the only person who ruined her whole heart.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >After all, you were the person she never wanted to lose. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >But you didn't care she was there.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You didn't care she cried.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You said "It's all up to you." when she was hoping you would say "Please stay."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You stayed awesome and legendary when she wasn't okay.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You were busy when she was waiting a news from you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You betrayed her when she trusted you. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You put your friends and hobbies first when she waited you to come.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And all of the things she wish you would do but you didn't do..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cause basically girls would do everything she could do for you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She would kiss and hug you all night long just because she wanted to.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She would stay sweet even though you won't care the little things she pays attention to.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >After all, she would love you all the time even though you broke her heart. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >And boys, have you told your girlfriend you love her? How much do you love her, just let her know. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Have you given a smiley through messages when you can't do it in person?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Those things would make their day. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >But psst.. if she acts like what you do to her. She's just avoiding herself of getting hurt deeper and deeper. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I love you. But I'm afraid of getting hurt like days before. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Where you didn't care at all. :)</span></div><div><br /></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-22329634912375198062011-06-18T18:37:00.000-07:002011-06-18T19:24:08.423-07:00Her feelings<span class="Apple-style-span" >She is waiting for you. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She gives her full time. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She's busy, but still she replied your text. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She asks you to stay. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She gives all of her attention. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She smiles over the pain you give.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She hugs you with her feelings.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She stares at you with her feelings.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She watches you when you sleep.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She kisses you when you don't wake up.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She's looking at you during your tournament.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She's praying for you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She thinks of you even she's with her friends.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She's proud of you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She tells the good stories about you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She laughs at your not funny jokes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She says thanks to everything you did for her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She says sorry whenever she makes a mistake.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She chooses to spend a day with you instead of spending a day with her bestfriends.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She always holds her phone cause she's waiting a text/a call from him.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She comes to your house to have a quality time with you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She's dreaming about her future's gonna be with you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She's still waiting on your free time when her bestfriends tell her to leave him.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She's still waiting..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >What did she get?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He's not waiting for her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He gives her no time for her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He's busy and doesn't want to reply her text.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He won't ask her to stay.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He's still asking what did happen to her when she already gave the reasons.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He doesn't get hurt.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He hugs her just to make his girl happy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He stares at her and laughs at the other seconds.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He watches tv/handphone when she sleeps.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He tickles to wake her up.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He doesn't see her during his tournament, even though she says good luck everytime your head turns into her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He prays for himself.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He won't care about his girl everytime he's with his bestfriends.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He says the harsh words when she gets the bad score.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He tweets the bad things about her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He looks at phone's screen everytime she laughs.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He doesn't say thanks.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He insists he's not making a mistake when he truly does instead of saying sorry and hurting her feelings, making her cry. But still, you stay awesome and legendary..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He asks his friends to hang out instead of his girl.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He holds the phone whenever he's with her and leaves the phone whenever she's not around.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He doesn't pay attention, he cares about his friends.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He's dreaming about what his shoes are gonna be.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He's leaving her whenever his friends tell him he should be.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >He's leaving..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She doesn't deserve you, you know? But she still thinks about the greatest things when she tries harder, and holds on more. Even though she gets nothing but hurt, she just tries hader and harder.. thinks that she can through this and everything is going to be okay and normal. Man, everything's not going to be okay when she tries alone, and holds on alone. What she has been doing until she holds on this long just because she's used to the pain you give.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Believe it or not, when she leaves because she's tired of pretending she's okay or even tired of saying it's going to be okay and everything's working out or even she finally meets a man who's gonna put her first instead of all and you read this, your tears would be unstoppable, and you pass this blog to your friends, and your friends are just like "Congratulation, man you just lost the best girl you would never have again" and you want to kick 'em because you're putting their first instead of her. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Whenever men read this, I just hope you would say sorry to your girl and try to hold on together. Don't let her to be alone during her worst moments. Saying sorry for what you've done and hugging her or even spending a day with her would be recover at least a tiny of them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Just don't be the man who lost her if you have one of this girl type. Just don't be.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >:) ..Happy Sunday.. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-19119505665764130832011-05-31T06:30:00.000-07:002011-05-31T07:24:36.838-07:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tell me,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >What you thinking about when you got me waiting patiently?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And usually, I don't have to wait for nobody,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But there's something about that you really got me feeling weak,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And I'm trying find the words to speak,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >P. Diddy ft Christina Aguilera - Tell Me</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrM6OJp1ArntrTP85p1iMD-bEI0BddKLQqA8F-tq9Gc-1XpkPnfH4bBk0Yh7Q7LL-m6IPLPx8XCW3-xqVavOvel3oZwJNAv-PGkPE_Pm4UbWJY7UaRhJsE20at58p_w5nau0g0nzuvT4/s400/tumblr_libx0iD9BP1qavb8jo1_500.gif" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612884861582855570" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >How are you, Dear? Are you fine? You should be. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cause if there's someone that makes you not fine, I should kick the someone's ass, Baby. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I miss you, so much.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But you said you need time to talk to me, didn't you?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I gave you, go take your time as long as you need it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Anyway, do you know that I can't handle myself not to talk to you for a while?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I might be stop crying,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I might be sounded like I don't care,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I might be seen I'm fine,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I might be seen I can handle the pain,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But do you know everynight I asked all of my bestfriends how to handle this, how could I stop crying?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Do you even care that I cried, do you?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Do you even miss me? </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >If you don't, then never talk to me that I don't even care about you.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >If you want me to beg, I let you read this.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I beg you for hundred times not to go away,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >not even to have a step away,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >karena aku gak biasa jauh dari kamu oi, aku kangen.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Aku sayang kamu.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And this would be the last time I texted you this,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >that only me who would cry all night long just because think about you,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >only me who always remember you everytime </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I watched romance movies,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >that only me who always mentioned your name everytime people asked who's the best man after my dad.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">I might not be perfect, I know. I did so many m</span>istakes in the past,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >but I tried to change, you know it, don't you?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Well, I won't let myself shed a tear again now,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >but you just have to know that I love you so much that I could say no to people who told me to break up with you,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >that I could let myself cry for days,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >and I bet you wouldn't meet any kind </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >of me later on.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I just hope that if you read this you would talk to me soon, and have the mess cleared.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Soo, text me soon kay? I miss you.. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqkhQqjNAkXXhKf0sOILzkSyHewPQbXyJQmOJqxHkzY0eXPe_IU3e9TtpvGy7CBnPjkKs1lC2skoLBUM7bDWu6w2ImEm3tvN0d9dRt7Ih4AH1EPd_1cq87XAyUDYvDIqYTrUWrhis7Zg/s400/tumblr_lkxfmm8vLP1qaobbko1_500.png" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612885191095427522" />Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-45233278597286186022011-05-23T05:47:00.000-07:002011-05-23T06:16:51.440-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span">This post would sound that cheesy, but whatever, I just need to feel better.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I know that people would change the way they were, but I just hate the changes when I stay the same. You know how it feels, I bet.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Nggak, gue tidak minta lo kembali seperti dulu.. gue tau orang berubah. Dan gue mengerti. Mengerti dengan hati tidak menerima, mengerti dengan hati berat. Tapi, gue mengerti. Bukan mengerti tepatnya, tapi mencoba mengerti. Hmm, kalo mencoba lalu gagal?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Gue hanya benci dengan reaksi yang diberikan ketika dihadapkan suatu masalah, sekarang. "Maumu apa?" Itu kayak mengiris. Kayak.. apa ya susah jelasinnya. Intinya, gitu. Kadang pengen nangis, tapi buat apa gue nangis kalo orang yang gue pikirkan dengan sepenuh hati jiwa raga (duileh) tidak memikirkan gue sama sekali dan ketika gue mengeluarkan unek-unek, minta dimengerti, cuma diberi dua kata yang mengirisnya kayak hati diiris terus dikasih jeruk nipis.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I hurt you a lot maybe, dan mungkin sekarang giliran gue disakitin kali ya.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tapi gue nggak sekuat itu, bro.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Nggak sama sekali..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Nggak sama sekali..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Nggak sama sekali..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Gue masih di tahapan dimana gue mencoba mengerti lebih, lebih dan lebih.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Mencoba menjadi lo di masa-masa lalu.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tapi kalo gagal, maaf.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Sekali lagi, gue nggak minta lo berubah jadi lo yang dulu, yg cheesy dan sebagainya.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Gue hanya minta, tolong kasih gue penjelasan atas masalah, bukan "Maumu apa" answer. Nggak minta sih, nanti dibilang nuntut. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Yaa, intinya minta. Tapi kalo dibilang nuntut, yaudah lupakan. Anggap aja gue tidak pernah merasakan ini, lalu anggap ini tidak ada.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Sebenernya gue males sayang banget sama orang, takut kejadian nangis berhari-hari karena ditinggal orang kesayangan terulang, tapi gue bilang iya untuk jadi pendamping lo berarti gue percaya lo tidak akan menyakiti gue kayak mereka kan? Iya kan?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I tried my best, at least. Gue udah bilang ini ratusan kali, bahkan lebih. Bahkan sampe nangis didepan lo, well itu momen termemalukan gue.. tp men, rrrk entah apakah gak ada kata-kata lebih menjijikan dari ini tp gue sayang banget sama lo, ngerti kan?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Gue rada menikmati sih, menjadi wanita sesungguhnya yang bentar-bentar galau gitu apa karena gue sedang PMS jd overthinks, tp gue agak menikmati. Menikmati nangis tiap malem, wakaka alay bgt tp gue menikmati.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Sedikit agak lega dengan menulis ini semua, entah ini akan publish atau save dan jadi draft. Pengen bilang langsung sih sebenernya, tp dari kemaren jawabannya hanya itu.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Sampai detik ini gue masih berusaha mengerti, masih berusaha menerima hahahah, kayak gue diapain aja ya, tapi ya gitu. Tapi sampai gue sudah melewati titik turning point dimana gue harus berhenti mengerti lo, gue hanya bisa bilang maaf. I tried myself to stay the same, at least.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Dan kalau suatu saat nanti gue harus pergi dari kehidupan lo, inget..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">gue sayang sama lo,</span></div><div>gue selalu bangga sama lo,</div><div>gue selalu ada buat lo,</div><div>gue selalu mendukung lo,</div><div>gue selalu menerima lo apa adanya,</div><div>dan suatu saat nanti mungkin lo sadar,</div><div>..........................................</div><div>...</div><div>............</div><div>..........</div><div>...............................</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm one of a kind who love you that way, called unconditionally that I bet you wouldn't ever meet again :)</div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-88951505161932525142011-05-15T00:28:00.000-07:002011-05-15T01:35:04.789-07:00Stay Heartless, Is Way Better<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOtaOdKJ4T-TNKWs78_im7oEQM-6QlXvdJMvckOe0fdFTRVmPRe2uwJ74p-tzC5TwvQpPR6ZXffqUdZzT7z9uFLEql6E2-rHmt49bd8Rr_DcVvChZWM6vV1PWfuaecZz2gO9Sykr-QNho/s400/tumblr_ll1r7zBSD11qdujuvo1_250.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606855790753995554" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Currently do nothing now, so I decided to check this blog out. So many things to say, actually. So many..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Well, my life was ruined a little bit by thinking too much bad thoughts. Been crying for a whole three days. Umm, not whole but everynight I tried myself to sleep. Looked so fine though on the internet, may call it Twitter but I am not. Still laughed & did some jokes, but that were just my effort to forget what I've been through and again, just to be seen I am so fucking fine.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >My friends through this killing pain was just Tumblr (for God's sake, I'm so thankful for having Tumblr account). Reblogged all the trash-posts, and I am just feeling sorry for spamming your dashboard, I didn't mean to. And after all of those fucking spamming thing, I just felt relieved..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Had talked about things that matters to me, but I just got the 2 up to 8 words answers or barely even speaking. Tried fucking hard to get myself right, but I couldnt. At the end. Kept talking about the way I feel but you keep on giving the 2 up to 8 words answers. And I ended up like crying baby. It's hurting that much.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; " ><br /></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKg-JSYvzKeJvFbwusS-9Zz4SjI7SpcYSmaD6PRgWMlPoSK7TL0Orxddo9rpwduCx06hbSSvcLOK5BAxVbD-GlblkmGRiPfcZCrOlSI4N_kh-ntbwjVO5x0AWqrdfMJ8Az1ZmABaCzGvs/s400/tumblr_lkt5hrK0TX1qjby5ko1_1280.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 108px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606855315813664514" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; " ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; " ><i><span class="hps" title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif"></span><blockquote><span class="hps" title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">Todavía no estoy</span> <span class="hps" title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">bien</span><span title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif" class="">, hasta ahora</span><span title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">.</span> <span class="hps" title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">Todavía me sigo preguntando</span><span title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">.</span> <span class="hps" title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">y si usted</span> <span class="hps" title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">piensa</span><span class="hps" title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">que</span> <span class="hps" title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">ahora estoy</span> <span class="hps" title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">feliz</span><span title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif" class="">,</span> <span class="hps" title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">no</span> <span class="hps" title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif">soy</span><span title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif" class="">..</span></blockquote><span title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif" class=""></span></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><span title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif" class="" ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><span title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif" class="" >Mungkin lo berfikiran lo tidak begitu, tapi di pikiran gue lo seperti. Mungkin gue yang berlebihan, tapi gue hanya butuh lo peka. Bilang kalau semuanya oke-oke aja dalam dua-delapan kata itu bikin semuanya tampak tidak oke seperti yang lo bilang. Gue bukan nya tidak menerima kondisi lo yang katanya kayak gitu, tapi gue hanya butuh penjelasan yang melegakan gue. Gimana gue bisa percaya omongan lo kalo lo hanya begitu dengan dunia, tp tidak sama gue. Dari sisi apa gue harus percaya? </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><span title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif" class="" ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><span title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif" class="" ><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><span title="Klik untuk terjemahan alternatif" class=""></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">So this is my last time crying myself, I want to stay heartlessssssssssss.. yap, semoga masa gue jadi cewek cengeng cukup sampai disini aja. <i>Semoga..</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">“<span class="quote" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; ">How many times have you tried to talk to some</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">one about something that matters to you, tried to get them to see it the way you do? And how many of those times have ended with you feeling bitter, resenting them for making you feel like your pain doesn’t have any substance after all?"</span></span></blockquote><span class="quote" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "></span></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-14582761959254597632011-02-27T01:46:00.000-08:002011-05-13T19:49:59.504-07:00Tidak Flat<span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Hi, long time no post. Bingung sih mau nge-post apa belakangan ini, nggak ada yang lagi dipikirin banget akhir-akhir ini dan nggak ada yang ingin di share juga belakangan ini sampai pada akhirnya gue duduk didepan laptop dan buka-buka tumblr serta blog-blog sahabat, jadi ada ide untuk menge-post sesuatu.<br /><br />Well, gue beberapa bulan kebelakang sering -tiap hari- pulang naik motor sa</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >ma Bodia. Dan biasanya kalo lagi hening nggak ada obrolan, gue suka ngeliatin jalan & mikir random. Entah flashback, atau mungkin mikirin masa depan. Dan apa yang harus gue lakukan dalam jangka dekat-panjang, semua detik-detik yang suka di itungin di lampu merah, bisa gue pikirkan dengan random.<br /><br />Dan belakangan ini (lagi-lagi penggunaan kata belakangan dengan berlebihan, well I</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >'m</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > so sorry), gue sering memikirkan hidup gue dibelakang-belakang sana. Beberapa bulan yang jam yang la</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >lu, hari yang lalu, minggu yang lalu, bulan yang lalu dan tahun-tahun lalu. Dan yang sering teringat akhir-a</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >khir ini ya, masa-masa SMP gue.<br /><br />Siapa sih anak SMA yang nggak kangen masa SMP-nya dimana lo bisa pulang sekolah langsung main tanpa kepikiran tugas yang menanti. Dimana lo bisa nggak belajar buat ulangan besok atau mungkin beberapa jam mendatang tapi nilai lo bagus. Dimana lo bisa tidur cepet tanpa nangis-nangis besok ada dua ulangan atau lebih.<br />Gue nggak tau sih, gue doang yang merasa atau semua anak SMA merasa kayak gue. Gue merasa teman-teman SMP dan SMA itu beda banget. Di SMP semua yang konyol bisa diketawa</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >in sepuas-puasnya, bisa dinikmatin, dan sebagainya. Tapi pas SMA? Yang konyol terkadang dibilang too much padahal niatnya pure joke asli. Gue jadi agak lebih memilih dalam bertemen dan gue masih terlalu enjoy dengan teman-teman SMP gue. Tp untungnya gue menemukan sahabat sejati sampai mati gue di tahun kedua sekolah ini. Ditambah kelas kesayangan gue yang solidnya ok banget, dan asiknya ok bgt walaupun diawal-awal gue merasa gue sangat</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" > berada ditempat yang salah dan gue sering bgt merasa gue org paling bego.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTU3ojGua95Nrowt5jd8fTmdpQCuV5UymWEiWa1Ls6CoHujID-w1IT4xqdPnnXvEaz_AhyphenhyphenHlFN8A_h8_omXQhV2rOFbe-OLt49XZ8MwYzGC1HVTmdW_pCcGKqwTiEDp7hjnIPvePsY2o/s1600/148843_1721571487662_1489567439_1807080_7635897_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTU3ojGua95Nrowt5jd8fTmdpQCuV5UymWEiWa1Ls6CoHujID-w1IT4xqdPnnXvEaz_AhyphenhyphenHlFN8A_h8_omXQhV2rOFbe-OLt49XZ8MwYzGC1HVTmdW_pCcGKqwTiEDp7hjnIPvePsY2o/s400/148843_1721571487662_1489567439_1807080_7635897_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578314946953236898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihwtGs6OAcb9SUSjdSJgeLRRjnKmDR3fwyFUsZZcDJNczHC7hU0KzqFP7QKTfPu5id3rSD8Qa4_9Dd_ME9ALNkN8q2wkZb2PsfbEfvAqJep0RR_CkUNvP_240QsmPvvviFeVrwpL1Zb8w/s1600/74655_1757761392387_1489567439_1883011_1842529_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihwtGs6OAcb9SUSjdSJgeLRRjnKmDR3fwyFUsZZcDJNczHC7hU0KzqFP7QKTfPu5id3rSD8Qa4_9Dd_ME9ALNkN8q2wkZb2PsfbEfvAqJep0RR_CkUNvP_240QsmPvvviFeVrwpL1Zb8w/s400/74655_1757761392387_1489567439_1883011_1842529_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578314540860828290" border="0" /></a><br />Well, sebenernya gue cuma mau bilang gue kangen masa SMP & kangen kebersamaan hangat bersama CRAFLIX. Duile bahasa gue. But don't get it wrong, gue sangat menikmati rutinitas gue se</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >bagai pelajar SMA yang KATANYA indah. Ya, itu bakal indah pada waktunya I guess. Gue sudah mencoba menikmati tugas-tugas gue, les-les gue yang padat, dan semuanya yang serba bikin stress. Dan yap, gue sudah menikmatinya sekarang.<br /><br />& Buat lo semua yang nggak munafik didepan gue, sahabat-sahabat gue, dan sigma juga elo yang disana, terimakasih banyak sekali! Dan buat Radityo, Kamal, Ade, NABILA, Sofi, Dinda dan yang lain-la</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >in.. gue rindu kalian sangat. :-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2v2jyxJBUq_EZUkJghYSHoesoYzLAY5I0viDM2wU3qmdoaQPl0zUlCOOth8t0utL2mD3iNDtdS1VmMXXeamN0wG_I8ZzrYNOazqr7u13LUQJ0LMz6YZ_tYgnxUfaqeZ6n5JoKCDcyzaw/s1600/41196_1530674060535_1045257656_1581302_6879735_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2v2jyxJBUq_EZUkJghYSHoesoYzLAY5I0viDM2wU3qmdoaQPl0zUlCOOth8t0utL2mD3iNDtdS1VmMXXeamN0wG_I8ZzrYNOazqr7u13LUQJ0LMz6YZ_tYgnxUfaqeZ6n5JoKCDcyzaw/s400/41196_1530674060535_1045257656_1581302_6879735_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578315947140239106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nnPXeB8LwcDWMyF3NiKth2iTWXRk_1OOUsdvZNstvjRNszkXm9Q-rCcUifiJNsXsUEXaW2227EwuQopjKuEtqHoFLxcW0r7vGySDCFbihyphenhyphengrOoFC1NjnBM-7N7Lvq3ZvVrpxXLHBZDc/s1600/165793_1641669813774_1597685377_1546723_7627008_n.jpg"><br /></a><br />Dan oh ya, hidup gue ternyata nggak flat-flat amat.<br /></span>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-14778312075615525212011-01-14T15:55:00.000-08:002011-01-14T16:35:02.506-08:00Resolution 1; Check.<span class="Apple-style-span" >Kalo lo bilang gua berubah dalam semua hal.. ya, gua berubah. This is a new year man, everybody's changing, and I have to do the same to avoid breaking hearts, and so on.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I did some chats with Arya, ketika gua galau dan being another girl who overthinks, and everything you see on a fragile one. I asked few questions, then he answered like, "Kenapa lo setiap ada perubahan kecil lo mengeluh sih? Emang gini nih cewek yang gue gak suka, ada yang berubah sedikit, negat. Cewek emang egois, banyak minta, banyak mau, bikin susah." Dan seriously, itu nancep sampe punggung belakang.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dan gua berusaha normal kembali, trying to get back the old atmosphere we have. Berusaha tidak peduli dengan bad thoughts which are clouding up my mind. Berusaha menjadi cewek yang tidak egois, banyak minta, banyak mau dan bikin susah. Bahkan skrg dimana keadaan gua yang harusnya galau sampai keujung kaki, gua tidak merasakan apapun. Dan kalaupun gua galau, gua ada pelarian; piano / belajar. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Jadi, ketika gua merasa sepatu, online dan basketball thingy sepertinya lebih penting dari gua, gua relax. Gua pun juga punya kehidupan yang lebih penting daripada harus mikirin hal-hal kayak gituan. Gua hanya ingin jadi cewek yang berusaha menerima orang apa adanya. Tanpa banyak nuntut, banyak mau dan bikin orang susah kanan kiri. Toh, buat apa jadiin orang priority dimana gua adalah option-nya, toh? Jangan cuma karena things are changing, & everyone is leaving make your life stops. Man, lo salah besar.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dan buat lo cewek-cewek galau di luar sana, coba lo tarik nafas lo dalam-dalam dan berusaha berifikiran sejernih mungkin apakah lo perlu merasa galau dimana orang yang selalu lo pikirin tiap malam dan buat lo galau memikirikan lo atau tidak. They don't, girls. Not even think about your thumbs. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gua sudah buat perubahan besar dalam waktu sehari di tahun 2011, bagaimana dengan lo semua? Oya, dan terimakasih banyak sekali untuk Harya Bimantoro yang menyadarkan gua betapa tidak gunanya jadi cewek galau. You're the best for giving a girl advices man. All hail!</span></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-46026621722770623652010-12-27T01:34:00.000-08:002010-12-27T01:47:49.089-08:00Garuda Di Dadaku<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Actually, I wasn't watching the match. I was celebrating my b'day party at D'Hook cafe & bakery, Pondok Indah. But when I opened the timeline, all Indonesians were cursing Malaysians. UNTIL NOW. If I wasn't mistaken, the trending topic for those cursing things was #MalaysiaCheatLaser.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here's the thing, Indonesians. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stop tweeting those unimportant, for some reasons. YOU SHOULD REALLY STOP.</span><br /></span><ol style="font-family: verdana;"><li><span style="font-size:78%;">It's okay for you to make people in the entire world to know that Malaysia DID cheat, STOLE Indonesian's culture or whatever, but you tweet in harsh ways. Be more polite, can you? Indonesian's well known for the good attitudes.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:78%;">If you're dissapointed for those players. DO NOT EVER BREAK THE FACILITIES. Those morons who broke GBK are totally insane, stupid, idiot, whatever you call it as long as it connected to those names above. You lose, then you have to be supportive. Lo kalah, ngerusak. Terus apa? You got nothing, dudes. YOU'RE THE LOOOOOOSER.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:78%;">Tweet what you proud of Indonesia is WAYYYY BETTER. Go tweet those, or you lose.<br /></span></li></ol><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">No offense at all, hanya kesal melihat timeline yang tidak memiliki sopan santun dalam menge-tweet. Lihat sisi baiknya juga. Mungkin Indonesia memang sudah besar kepala karena selama AFF 2010 berlangsung Indonesia belum pernah kalah jadi menyepelekan lawannya. Mungkin toh? Itu kan ciri orang Indonesia, baru sekali berhasil, langsung koar-koar yang berlebihan. Dasar imbisil! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yah, setidaknya, be wise to use your Twitter account. Toh, yang curang akan kalah dan walaupun menang, karma DOES exist. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Walaupun kalah, itu sama sekali tidak mengurangi kebanggaan Saya terhadap Timnas. BERJUANG! INDONESIA NEEDS TO BEAT MALAYSIA. But not in a harsh way like they did. SHOW WORLD, WE CAN DO IT. WE CAN BEAT MALAYSIA. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Go yell this out loud,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">GARUDA, DIDADAKU.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">GARUDA, KEBANGGAANKU.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">KUYAKIN HARI INI PASTI MENANG. :-)</span><br /></span>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-35765698919885000752010-10-01T21:53:00.000-07:002010-10-01T22:14:53.871-07:00Okt. 2nd; Dad's Birthday<span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc7tMJ4xJXIQigYuwW6sFbD39Sbpfx_IWAaXXsHrEMItTYLmLxCJQtWKpq_Rmbe5DU1sjNNEgVLVox93Xi29ABOj8LGQE2MGxHKkxEU5TYfBmjDl84C-7nDt_v-c-UGwex-j34-4G2VA/s1600/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+DAD.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc7tMJ4xJXIQigYuwW6sFbD39Sbpfx_IWAaXXsHrEMItTYLmLxCJQtWKpq_Rmbe5DU1sjNNEgVLVox93Xi29ABOj8LGQE2MGxHKkxEU5TYfBmjDl84C-7nDt_v-c-UGwex-j34-4G2VA/s400/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+DAD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523307717380640514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today's Dad's birthday. He's turning 44 y.o. Bwew! He's old he's old! I woke up this morning pretty fast then I went downstairs and greeted him happy birthday. He hugged me and kissed me on my forehead. :-) ;-)!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I tweeted about my dad's birthday today and thank you fellas for the birthday wishes. I'd like to mention you one by one but the birthday party is going to be celebrated in the next 2 hours so it's like I should get ready.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And thank you dad for being my whole life, my everything. You'll always be my fulltime hero, lover, bestfriend, listener, supporter, and fan :-P</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And you, who always loves to adore your boyfriend more than your dad, please open your eyes. He might not know everything about you, but he's trying to. You're meant a whole life to him, but he's number two to you. Can you please let him be your number one? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hihi, anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18nv3MJkfnxvYRb8ynHKuig6knfRGo4mimu-Y7d_MI3yiqPoBnfsxp_o_-JFWBV0ZH2SCDUesi8qkv_z2ixbynHP29oQe9GVUNBCmSr1vNH0uQvBt7aQVb20Beyz-EAkzhWgt8_jLDA0/s1600/IMG00304-20101002-1201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18nv3MJkfnxvYRb8ynHKuig6knfRGo4mimu-Y7d_MI3yiqPoBnfsxp_o_-JFWBV0ZH2SCDUesi8qkv_z2ixbynHP29oQe9GVUNBCmSr1vNH0uQvBt7aQVb20Beyz-EAkzhWgt8_jLDA0/s400/IMG00304-20101002-1201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523312169485844738" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-40713370221601832702010-09-17T21:23:00.000-07:002010-09-17T21:29:12.173-07:00Baby Tom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsIrGTo24vjVP94XUy4QyXEXR9ms1Nq5MbD6UcZ-U5ihFsynnrVow34q60zsSxC7vafuM6LF68LWCzU1bWSaOGdOnPNiJ-XrxmZ4gDV95rWXW9-GGUxfA77qeOiukd0JriIzt2_32gnY/s1600/DSC04201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsIrGTo24vjVP94XUy4QyXEXR9ms1Nq5MbD6UcZ-U5ihFsynnrVow34q60zsSxC7vafuM6LF68LWCzU1bWSaOGdOnPNiJ-XrxmZ4gDV95rWXW9-GGUxfA77qeOiukd0JriIzt2_32gnY/s400/DSC04201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518105583694742802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PiN0xN7jTeBkqJB_N5zMTEpN7VhSoQwZfOSlQWpK4J9Io6M9_UZyRXXFFmWwNfRdHxHOGkDA6YuSKT4OS_PNPKWT9giwWB8TfD12J1uVrc2D0wPp7zubyxBsULMQ-bjnbn9uLbAK5Y0/s1600/DSC04200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PiN0xN7jTeBkqJB_N5zMTEpN7VhSoQwZfOSlQWpK4J9Io6M9_UZyRXXFFmWwNfRdHxHOGkDA6YuSKT4OS_PNPKWT9giwWB8TfD12J1uVrc2D0wPp7zubyxBsULMQ-bjnbn9uLbAK5Y0/s400/DSC04200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518105364530310322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHv0XJl27vDrHhyphenhyphen0ukBcL8UEVpGhJfg_TWAq_Une16Zd72SN8sORMeotzUVp_lXqJwwvhHe3K_HcrEf9iKyypa1ClrLkXN4wItwb0ePTPcYP7AgDsfvwLXqjAsTtXA9WP-cFZy1vVEcs/s1600/DSC04199.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHv0XJl27vDrHhyphenhyphen0ukBcL8UEVpGhJfg_TWAq_Une16Zd72SN8sORMeotzUVp_lXqJwwvhHe3K_HcrEf9iKyypa1ClrLkXN4wItwb0ePTPcYP7AgDsfvwLXqjAsTtXA9WP-cFZy1vVEcs/s400/DSC04199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518105115185045890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Introducing, my Baby Tom! :-)</span></span><br /></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-55912354634585651522010-09-08T06:40:00.000-07:002010-09-08T06:47:42.540-07:00<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I never get jealous when you tweet something about your boyfriend, stupid bad ass.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know he was my boyfriend but it was a long time ago, so I don't have any feelings anymore. Mmm wait, I have. But not as much as you do now.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I never want to be texted by your boyfriend, stupid bad ass. He texted me first.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And you know, you are my friend. And I would never steal him. No matter how much I love him (just in case). So, shut the fuck up if you don't know anything about me.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Oh ya, you should've known what he could be like. Watch your ass out.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mine is hotter, so I won't steal yours. And.. I just regretted I was with him.<br />And once more, you look disgusting when you tweet too much about him. Can you just use the dm feature? It freaks me out. Lebay. Blee!<br /></span></span>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-16056514343097291672010-08-12T18:30:00.000-07:002010-08-12T18:54:56.099-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Click clock, jangan lah ragu</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Click clock, kerjarlah ilmu </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ingat janji masa depanmu</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Terbentang di hadapmu</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Karena masa kecil mu tak akan kembali </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sherina - Click Clock</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">When I was young, I heard this kind of music and..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I promised myself that I would not to waste my time doing something useless.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But in fact, I did. Wrong, I do.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">& Thank you Sherina for reminding me,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">& thank you Dad for giving me this song so I could realize the things way earlier,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">& thank you </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">there, for always cheering me up whenever I fail.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So here I am, trying to tell you.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You can't rewind the times,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">use it properly, & time will tell you why you have to use it well.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Enjoy your day.. :-</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">)</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-G_X9zRxfa0_zUFA8p2VUfa3YJgMdlbRySGbn3xNTA8JvbLdnk2cnKBg9vwacdM3D0q4gGE87PL7l_ae8VEt37Ij5lxwVyAQZ4d0gcNsgEF-Q3SqvI8mzq_36BmKMMXj53wE38vzKZE/s400/tumblr_l4e57nbeeL1qbemqao1_400.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504706516600082274" /></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-75562789257207593202010-08-06T18:42:00.000-07:002010-08-06T18:52:34.153-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KHHIR67eijorPqKJW8uFUwSoS9Hoj7zUniJVekrshZdws88QsK5USwe9CWTz372uMSie8t1Bz0UEtYK16LHBPdFk5Ojy9ouBdNunriznifHga_OjdZQ3lsNyHyPmYSGb5LWdr8RYOj0/s1600/tumblr_l6qkn6TAiH1qzpi5ro1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KHHIR67eijorPqKJW8uFUwSoS9Hoj7zUniJVekrshZdws88QsK5USwe9CWTz372uMSie8t1Bz0UEtYK16LHBPdFk5Ojy9ouBdNunriznifHga_OjdZQ3lsNyHyPmYSGb5LWdr8RYOj0/s400/tumblr_l6qkn6TAiH1qzpi5ro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502477581268982978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The littlest thing that take me there,</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I know it sounds lame but it's true,</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I know it's not right, but it seems unfair,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">That the things are reminding me of you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Lily Allen - Littlest Thing</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">If you ask me to let those memories go away, I will.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But, it hurts.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Memories should be staying, whatever the reasons are.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I hate you. Really.</span></span></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-25461738619886237072010-07-24T21:02:00.000-07:002010-07-24T21:45:19.585-07:00Random<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sebenarnya, wanita selalu disini, disamping pria-nya,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sampai suatu saat dikondisikan keadaan dimana dia tidak sanggup lagi untuk berdiri disampingnya,</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sebenarnya, bukannya kami tak sanggup,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">bukan itu, Sayang perkaranya..,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Kami bisa menahan rasa sakit ketika kau sakiti, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ratusan kali, atau bahkan ribuan kali,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Kami bahkan bisa menahan ribuan kali perasaan cemburu yang membara disini, Sayang,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">di hati kami yang rapuh,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ketika kami terluka, kami mencoba diam dan tersenyum,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">berharap kalian akan menyadari secepat air mata kami terjatuh, Sayang,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tapi kalian tidak, kalian terus bertanya,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"Ada apa dengan kau?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Iya, kalian bisa bilang kami sukar dimengerti,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">memang, karena kahilangan kalian lebih sukar buat kami.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdO8QijdUZPYDvK-L7qCuNHGz4sBBQo8ZJeVTAHlY9YcXoFxN1pohmo3bRjI1MJjfpWAP0lKSxWF2Vv9Q8iZBrTUex3aB3Aep91F4jzDpav1hYQij79Eq1vXfcpD8_H2pjqI3DhuPe6Jw/s400/tumblr_l5f5qjt1DR1qa0k7fo1_500.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497699687178766722" /></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-50012379708357359972010-07-13T03:21:00.000-07:002010-07-13T04:01:06.976-07:00Twitter Vol. II<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Twitter.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Twitter..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Twitter...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">What are you going to do when you experienced something unusual? Or you want to share something but you can't post a post on blog as soon as you want? Don't be worried, Twitter is here. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Yep yep, Twitter secara gak langsung jadi micro blog lo dong. Karena ada apa-apa, nge-tweet. Ada itu, nge-tweet. Marah? Tweet! Seneng? Tweet! Semua aja di tweet.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Bahkan sekarang banyak banget account gak penting bertebaran. Gue suka rada heran ketika gue buka timeline-nya. No offense, terlihat banget disitu kadang-kadang gak sesuai dengan username-nya aja gitu. Terlihat lebih ke curhat. Apa emang admin-nya sedang patah hati lalu biar mantan-nya gak liat sampe bikin account no use kayak begitu ya? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dan please, banyak banget yang nge-reply dengan RT. Do you know what RT stands for? It stands for Re-Tweet. Bukan untuk reply to. Banyak lho yang terganggu dengan cara nge-tweet lo yang seperti itu. No offense, gak semua orang mau tau lo sedang ngobrolin apa. Dan bahkan gue lebih menyarankan untuk DM dibanding mention. Jadi tolong, mbak, mas.. yang punya account di social networking satu ini, lebih baik menaruh tulisan "re: ..." dibanding nge-RT. Karena gue, dan yang lain-nya yang sejalan pikirannya dengan gue, tidak mau tahu menahu apa yang sedang anda bicarakan.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dan juga buat lo-lo yang suka ada masalah &pingin curhat ke Twitter, tolong, disaring omongan-nya. Yang nge-follow elo bukan orang-orang yang lo kenal lo doang lho. Kalo yang ngefollow lo anak alay dan lo nge-tweet ngejelek-jelekkin orang tua lo, lalu mereka pikir lo sama sekali gak ada sopan santun, apa enak di kira begitu? Yang ngira lo kayak gitu bisa jadi alay, dan bisa jadi orang yang kenal sama lo, lho. Yang kena dampaknya gak cuma lo, tapi orang tua lo juga. Dikira gak bisa ngedidik anaknya sampe ngomong kasar begitu. Belom lagi kalo ada orang bule gak jelas yang nge-follow lo dan penasaran sama apa yang lo tulis di situ, lalu buka Google Translate dan menerjemahkan semua tweet lo itu kedalam bahasa mereka. Dan jujur, kalo lo berpikir panjang, dampaknya gak cuma apa yang gue bilang. Liat aja deh kayak Luna Maya gitu, ketika dia lagi di puncaknya karir, ada berita gak enak. Lalu gimana kalo kayak gitu terjadi sama lo? Ketika lo lagi berusaha mencapai puncak karir lo tiba-tiba ada orang yang sirik sama lo dan tahu kehidupan lo dimasa lalu, dan bilang, "Lo yakin milih dia? Orang-nya gak punya sopan santun? Liat nih, tweet-nya. Kayak gini lo bilang hebat?" Jadi, mbak&mas pengguna Twitter. Tolong, dikontrol.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Gue bukan pengguna Twitter yang baik, sebenernya. Tapi I try to control. Dan I try to warn you. Efek lo ber-social networking itu gak cuma untuk batas tahun ini atau sampe 2 tahun ke depan. Tapi selama lo masih mengaktifkan social network lo, bisa di googling, dan selama itu lah lo akan terus terkena dampaknya. Hey, ini internet. Dan semuanya bisa dicari disini. Dan karena itulah, tolong dijaga sikap &bicaranya. Dan jika lo tidak bisa mengontrol penggunaan-nya, lebih baik, di deactivate. Dan lo terbebas dari masalah.. :)</span></span></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-85354675315440016322010-07-09T08:22:00.000-07:002010-07-09T08:48:31.739-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">If you just realize what I just realized,</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Then we'd be perfect for each other<br />And will never find another<br />Just realized what I just realized<br />We'd never have to wonder</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">If we missed out on each other now..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Colbie Caillat - Realize</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2exk2EJo65lYyH4jNWCaSLTlfWN3Ibymbg-1HdcNWSNgRyjCkTUevw9ti25kf_hqkgz2dfwrLnw42ylB0GkPtlix2jwmW5V_XealbxiEVB-fgveypnYMH95WQ2aIruds342OM2ccYTOk/s400/tumblr_l58sijByjQ1qaysqto1_500.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491933791405820738" /></div></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-48765744331723712302010-07-02T01:33:00.000-07:002010-07-02T02:01:42.722-07:00Super Power<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dad never lies, so does the rumor about China. China is going to be the next America in the next 2 years. Gon' believe me or not? You'd better keep reading 'till you got yourself shock.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ya, China's going to be the next America. China </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">has reserves about 2 trillion dollars, then America only has 84 billion dollars. You don't trust me? You don't? You'd better believe, cause the country who bought America's bonds was.. China.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ya, America was begging China to buy its bonds. Who else could help America besides China? There will never ever be another countries, fellas.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Do you know Greece was about to bankrupt then suddenly China came to help and bought its bonds? Do you know? Unconditionally, China helped Europe. Notice yourself, helped EUROPE. Why didn't America buy those stuffs, cause everyone believed that America's the richest country in the whole world, the most superpower country would ever be in the world?! NOTICE YOURSELF, nothing lasts forever.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Do you know China is bui</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">lding Africa instead of giving the government some money to help? And do you know, China is building Africa with all of its workers. Not Africa's workers. Ironic, isn't it? Africa isn't involved, even though it's about their country, which is being built. Ironic. Ironic.. China doesn't trust Africa. Ironic.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Do you know China has a duplicate city of New York? Do you know China has the cheapest workers so they can sell things cheaper than another countries sell?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Well, in Indonesia, you </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">may see. Indofood, siapa yang punya? Chinese. SugarGroup? Chinese. Dan segala tetek bengek orang kaya di Indonesia, almost of them are Chinese. Glodok? Chinese. Bahkan sampe lo pergi ke Plaza Indonesia gak ketemu orang China, gue kasih tepuk tangan.. Indonesia is surrounded by Chinese. Genius people </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">who won those olympiads, mention me, are they Chinese?! And when you are searching for a job, you have to be able speaking Chinese. Cut my ears if you don't believe.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Nowadays, people who talk English are everywhere. But those who talk Chinese? Rare people. And cut my ears (again) if you don't trust me, Chinese languange, would be the second languange which is used in the whole world, besides English. Man, I told you, China is going to be the next America.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So here I am trying to tell you, Indonesia phrase which you have heard thousand times, maybe..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsdGjaYU0h2AYM073djARcCadHbPPw5Hoaw7nNK-vrmY8eQuShhLQjF94OWOV74TUWTyJ0fcUaXfrFwbQ3SkIM2sfDGHebgwa_GmEtcXMnbXjmmj5Z-DHCzLAceb9xVAz5sz4M66XzPoU/s400/photo_lg_china.jpg" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489229974906884866" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tuntutlah ilmu sampai ke negeri China.</span></blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-70061373367195554682010-06-30T21:19:00.000-07:002010-06-30T21:35:34.160-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Breaking their words like they broke their cars easily, ask sorry easily then girls forgive definitely as easy as they did. But when girls make mistake they forgive like someone hit their cars until it can not be repaired. Boys, have you realized?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Say these, but they did those. Even though the girls weren't involved, trust me, it hurts that bad. As bad as you see you</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">r car was hit, Man. But then girls keep quiet, waiting for the boys to know, but boys would rather think, "Why don't you speak? I'm not a mind reader!" Well, we all girls just want to know, whether you care, or not. Whether you are sensitive, or not.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">When you hurt girls, the girls keep saying they're ok. They're fine, in fact they're just wanting to keep their relationship. They lied cause they just didn't want you to know how much it hurts. But ya, boys still don't get it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvDElC-4HE_Asd0q9YyyeyiIzRPgK6_EnAdOdT8i15q14eAYCooy8zUMOqx-o6GCmbQ5qLEGRL29r-yx0gBRR2fB59BGgso_BdANr7ChrL4Bc58OMEl7RMATCh7M7ai1Ku3-AjfPmoRfY/s400/tumblr_l3jt89wBYp1qaun6ho1_500.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488791144351214114" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">PS: I'm not being those girls, but ya, I think I will. Someday. Somehow.</span></span></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-63009383061630667412010-06-29T17:16:00.000-07:002010-06-29T17:41:16.552-07:00Protests Are Allowed, But Not Too Much<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Well, last night I opened twitter as usual, then I found someone keep protesting about her parents. Protested about what her parents did to her. She called her parents "old-fashioned" and etc. Well, I'm used to be that girl who always protests about this, that, these, those and whatever my parents did to me. But then I found the reasons why.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; ">See, your parents did that, those, this, and these, there must be some reasons behind it. Just remember, parents did trust you. But then, you didn't use it very well, and then voila, your parents didn't trust you anymore. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">When I was in junior high, I was like a baby. Ya know, kesini gak boleh, kesitu gak boleh. Pulang juga langsung di jemput. Man, I was frustated. Dan lo harus tau, gue gak boleh naik angkot dulu. Believe it or not, Daddy said that. Gue terus-terusan protes, fyi. Kenapa gue gak boleh pulang sendiri sih? Orang tinggal ngesot gitu deket banget men. Gue kan juga pengen banget pulang telat, sekali-kali gitu. Males banget kan kalo pulang langsung pulang. But not so long after protesting, friend of mine got hit by the car. Man, I was like.. see, my father had some reasons why he didn't allow me this, that, these and those. Somehow, ketika gue gak bisa dijemput, Dad called me to go home by myself and told me to be careful, dan as usual, langsung pulang. Apa yang lo lakukan kalo lo dibolehin pulang sendiri, untuk pertama kali. Apa yang terlintas? Langsung pulang, ngikutin kata-kata orang tua atau pulang "agak" telat sedikit? Kalo lo pulang "agak" telat sedikit well you chose the wrong option. WRONG.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Lo baru aja di kasih kepercayaan, lho sama orang tua lo. Baru aja. Kalo lo udah melanggar apa yang di bilang sama orang tua lo pada saat itu, well gimana orang tua lo bisa percaya sama lo untuk selanjutnya? Got this message?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Jadi intinya, bokap lo, nyokap lo ngelarang lo itu bukan tanpa alesan. Lo hidup di satu jalur lurus, dan ketika lo belok, apa nyokap dan bokap lo tetep ngediemin elo untuk tetap belok dan ngeliat anaknya di masa depan cuma jadi kacung di negaranya sendiri? Nggak men, nggak. They just try to keep you on track, so please understand. Mungkin orang tua lo kolot, atau apalah itu. Tapi, ketika lo menemukan alesannya, iris kuping gue kalo lo gak percaya, semuanya ada alesannya.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tanggung jawab. Itu yang paling penting. My dad always tells me about these thangs and I got my ears red cause I'm hearing these thangs way too much. But see, sekarang gue dipercaya. Gue kemana-mana silahkan, dan bahkan gue bilang ke Anyer tanpa ada pendamping pun bokap gue hayuk aja. Karena apa? Karena bokap lo sudah begitu percaya sama lo, lo bisa jaga kepercayaannya. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dulu, kalo gue bilang ke Citos dan ternyata gue ke PIM bokap gue marahnya parah banget. Dan I asked, "Itu gak jauh lho, Pa. Kenapa marah-marah terus sih? Udah SMP. Udah gede." Well, anak labil gitu, selalu nge-claim kalo gue-anak-udah-gede. Then my dad answered like, "Bukan masalah tempatnya. Tapi konsisten. Papa gak masalah kamu mau ke PIM atau kemana, tapi ngomong dong. Kalo kamu ada apa-apa terus Papa gak tau kamu dimana, gimana?" And I just like ooh, ya ya. You fussy. But then, I keep on track, like my dad wished before and voila, Daddy bolehin gue kemana pun gue pergi. Tapi satu yang lo inget. Adakala dimana lo berasa gak enak, pergi melulu. Jujur aja, gue selalu ngerasa kayak gitu walaupun gua gak tiap malem minggu jalan. Gue lebih suka dirumah. Lebih suka nonton TV di bawah, atau sekedar di kamar bercanda sama bokap atau nyokap. Gue bahkan suka merasa cuma gue anak SMA satu-satunya yang masih gandeng bokap ke mall-mall sampe dikira istri muda. Jeez.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Inti dari post gue yang ini cuma satu, mereka begitu karena untuk lo. Jadi jangan pernah jelek-jelekin orang tua lo. Mereka mungkin kolot, tapi lo terlalu labil untuk dunia yang kejam. Terlalu labil. Sangat labil bahkan. Jadi, jangan pernah lo bilang, "Gue gak mau dilahirin sama lo, jgn pd lo." Lo pikir kalo ibu lo tau anaknya bakal kayak gitu, dia mau ngelahirin lo? Salah. Dia udah bela-belain perjuangin nyawa tapi kalo tau anaknya kayak lo, mungkin lo udah di gugurin kali.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So, be proud kalo orang tua lo masih ngelarang lo. Bukan karena gak sayang, tapi karena mereka terlalu sayang sama lo..</span></span></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-11326822685903736762010-06-28T18:33:00.000-07:002010-06-29T17:17:51.366-07:00Forever Is A Lie<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">As a girl, maybe you might think girl will fall to her boy like a little girl always falls for candies. You might think like that, but I think I'll prove you wrong.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">As a girl, I know it's hard to defeat boy's power. Notice me, I cried for boys out there, but then I got nothing to deserve why do I have to cry so I stop; searching another and have fun. Then it went perfect till everything's over and cried all over again. But still, I got nothing to deserve till I found the reason, "I'm too good, why do I have to cry over those people who don't care at all?" </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe they were caring you as much as you do, but there, forever means "As long as I can love you; you may read it as long as I can't find another." Got the point, forever is just a bullshit. BIG BULLSHIT.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I used to believe that magic words called forever cause I was feeling like I was the only one till I found out I wasn't. Then, thanks for opening my eyes that forever wouldn't be exist. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Here I am telling you this shit, I might be someone else's with full of bullshit called relationship, but still, I don't believe in forever. Even though the boy who's with me always tell me forever is exist. Cause once you believe, you'll be always in sorrow.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Be strong girls, hidup lo gak cuma tentang cowok melulu. Well, I just try to tell you, go find intermezzo. Cause it'll help too much if you're bored, or something happened called break up.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Girls, prove boys that we could be heartbreakers. I am a heartbreaker, how about you?</span></span></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-35942462542340106632010-06-07T01:39:00.000-07:002010-06-07T01:50:51.065-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi506_uH2oRPvaABmX1i4VIJfKkcZXVX4VyRWtcMxI_OfV8JgrXutuWpdeiMxpHqtiXKhHFoZd8vCtV-wg9D14RtDJp20ZfXONwzCGEELOaHudgOphgspyEFASdvyuJmnsABxYK8Kp8ShA/s1600/8323_1221799513675_1489567439_592307_2321159_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi506_uH2oRPvaABmX1i4VIJfKkcZXVX4VyRWtcMxI_OfV8JgrXutuWpdeiMxpHqtiXKhHFoZd8vCtV-wg9D14RtDJp20ZfXONwzCGEELOaHudgOphgspyEFASdvyuJmnsABxYK8Kp8ShA/s400/8323_1221799513675_1489567439_592307_2321159_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479951315087199378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /><br />A bit lame if I blog about this, but whatever you may say, I just miss 'em like hell.<br /><br />Terkadang gua suka iri sama temen-temen SMA yang kumpul sama temen-temen SMP nya segampang beli kacang. No offense, tp sumpah, ketemu sama CFX '09 itu susahnya kayak dimensi 3.<br />But when I tell this thang to my Dad, bokap gue cuma bilang, "Wajar lah temen-temen SMP-mu itu sekolah bukan di sekolah ecek-ecek." You may see, temen sekumpulan gue itu di 8, 28 & 38 :D<br /><br />And suddenly Didit's phrase just popped out right after my Dad talk bout it.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><blockquote>Kita jangan sering-sering ketemu, lima tahun lagi ketemu. Kita liat, lo jadi apa semua.</blockquote></span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br />Dan here we go again, tryin' to reach our dreams by ourselves with different ways.<br /><br />I got the point somehow and I miss being with you guys.<br />You guys still the best I've had, dengan semangat belajar yang luar biasa!</span><br /></span>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007087212307890407.post-8048088311474065612010-06-04T20:32:00.000-07:002010-06-04T20:35:22.035-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZhCaQBu6Yoc2FvK5XEU7Nk36OyTRywudJAO_N_AxDjCGEYJ10fDiaM9dAr8VJaJmC2F6gYeU654m_x74lJ9AgQqT_WdcBjOXPSVuCoccEJ6fjhrV1cZX6VSldLMd3o7y5KvOeFL-9SU/s1600/376423737_24b72ee177.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZhCaQBu6Yoc2FvK5XEU7Nk36OyTRywudJAO_N_AxDjCGEYJ10fDiaM9dAr8VJaJmC2F6gYeU654m_x74lJ9AgQqT_WdcBjOXPSVuCoccEJ6fjhrV1cZX6VSldLMd3o7y5KvOeFL-9SU/s400/376423737_24b72ee177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479127424445610946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" >It's another five, and this is the day where we meet our 7 months.<br />Baby I don't believe I tell you this,<br />We've been in a relationship for 7 months.<br />And Man, I don't believe I through these days with you for 7 months.<br />Whatever,<br />Happy anniversary 7 months and always keep it up.<br />Sooo... 7Up!</span><br /></div>Indira S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12068874914828174045noreply@blogger.com0