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/><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGSXk-eyp7ImA9WhZUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-8186853864425755577</id><published>2011-06-06T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T06:23:48.753-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-06T06:23:48.753-07:00</app:edited><title>I wish I were there :(</title><content type="html">Tonite I'm in tears again&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's not the first time&lt;br /&gt;I even feel it so many times&lt;br /&gt;just for a simple reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused now&lt;br /&gt;and can do nothing but crying&lt;br /&gt;always crying and never boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom....dad....&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry if I drive you mad and sad&lt;br /&gt;honestly I really want to&lt;br /&gt;but I can't compromize with this situation&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be there&lt;br /&gt;But I have no effort to go there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not different&lt;br /&gt;I'm still your cute and stubborn daughter&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you all there&lt;br /&gt;But I can't go there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, maybe I can't be there in your birthday&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be there&lt;br /&gt;But I have no compromize with this condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I will pass cus it's my decision&lt;br /&gt;All I want is your healthiness there&lt;br /&gt;Don't think about me, I know I can survive&lt;br /&gt;It's my decision that I have to receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is your goodness&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad,my brothers...I miss you and love you too much&lt;br /&gt;even it drives me breathless and cry again&lt;br /&gt;But I promise I will come to you soon&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me...&lt;br /&gt;I love you all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-8186853864425755577?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/8186853864425755577/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=8186853864425755577" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/8186853864425755577?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/8186853864425755577?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wish-i-were-there.html" title="I wish I were there :(" /><author><name>Mia Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAMQHc5eSp7ImA9WhZXEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-811605682293009820</id><published>2011-04-29T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:39:41.921-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-29T10:39:41.921-07:00</app:edited><title>would you keep your face away from me?</title><content type="html">rain has gone&lt;br /&gt;dry already come&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid it will bring me fire&lt;br /&gt;cus tonite i can't compromize with these eyes&lt;br /&gt;they can't be closed&lt;br /&gt;there's a flame inside&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop it, I don't want to keep it longer&lt;br /&gt;But I can't cus absolutely I can let it be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally I don't agree with something out of the rule&lt;br /&gt;even the rule is un-written but we should know&lt;br /&gt;it should or it should not&lt;br /&gt;we have to know the rule, at least about norma that we have learned in this school of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past is past, present is present&lt;br /&gt;past has gone and present is mine now&lt;br /&gt;don't threath present as the past&lt;br /&gt;cus past is different with present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you think that's normal&lt;br /&gt;but for me that's totally abnormal&lt;br /&gt;you act as an insane&lt;br /&gt;you can't put your ass on the right chair&lt;br /&gt;it's really disturbing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you act as a bitch&lt;br /&gt;drinking and smoking as a bitch&lt;br /&gt;listening to music loudly, and you ignore everyone around you&lt;br /&gt;ignoring someone who is studying to be better&lt;br /&gt;don't you see that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a saloon&lt;br /&gt;it's not a free place&lt;br /&gt;you can do everything outside&lt;br /&gt;But not here&lt;br /&gt;Not here from you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allow you...you are forbidden to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands want to talk&lt;br /&gt;But I say "No"&lt;br /&gt;It's not the right way, i'm not like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;there's only sentence that i want you to hear from this mouth&lt;br /&gt;would you keep your face away from me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick because of you&lt;br /&gt;what the hell you are!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-811605682293009820?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/811605682293009820/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;A04CR345fCp7ImA9WxFXEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-1838936023995627794</id><published>2010-05-16T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:19:26.024-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-16T21:19:26.024-07:00</app:edited><title>bentakan-bentakanmu...sutralah...</title><content type="html">dibentak untuk masalah yang sepele...&lt;br /&gt;disalahkan untuk masalah yang sepele...&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau selalu seperti itu...&lt;br /&gt;hemmm..aku tak tahu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dibentak untuk masalah yang sepele...&lt;br /&gt;disalahkan untuk masalah yang sepele...&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau selalu seperti itu...&lt;br /&gt;dilakukan di depan umum...&lt;br /&gt;hemmm..aku tak tahu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you think you are dude!!!!&lt;br /&gt; bla..bla..bla...okey I agree with you now&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know for then...&lt;br /&gt;silent is not always the answer&lt;br /&gt;I can shout louder than you..but not here...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's your border...I'm alone here&lt;br /&gt;I agree with everything you do to me...even it's not the right way&lt;br /&gt;but let see someday...&lt;br /&gt;patience is not always the answer&lt;br /&gt;I still have right to struggkle something good for me..for my future...not always following you&lt;br /&gt;even I know something you say is not correct reason to be told&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;let me keep silent now..but don't know what will happen someday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-1838936023995627794?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/1838936023995627794/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MNRX88eSp7ImA9WxFXEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-6930314934612195555</id><published>2010-05-16T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:11:34.171-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-16T21:11:34.171-07:00</app:edited><title>hampir menjadi batu</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hampir menjadi batu...mungkin itu yang terjadi padaku kini, tapi itulah memang yang harus aku terima karena itu sudah keputusan yang aku ambil. Baik buruknya sudah membuat aku terbiasa bahkan membuat aku seperti batu, kebal akan apapun. Dulu, aku yang sangat sensitif tak bisa menerima sedikit saja yang berbau kasar, tetapi sekarang aku harus bisa dan aku harus terima. Karena apa aku lakukan ini? aku sendiri masih mencari alasan yang akurat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sudah tak hiraukan lagi sakit yang sering datang tiba2...bukan sakit secara fisik, tapi sakit yang datang ke hati ini. Kamar mandilah yang akhirnya menjadi teman curhatku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memiliki pegangan, tapi aku tidak yakin apakah peganganku itu kuat menyanggaku. terkadang, aku sedikit berpegangan padanya saja, dia sudah terhuyung-huyung dan malah membuatku menjauh. Dia tak kuat untuk menyanggaku. bahkan terkadang dia masuk kembali ke lubang induknya. Aku hanya bisa terdiam...menangis...dan kuat kembali. Seperti itulah seterusnya...dan seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku harus menjadi batu mulai sekarang yang kuat menerima apapun..karena aku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bentakan2 itu mah hanya masalah kecil..mungkin nanti aku akan mendapati yang lebih heboh lagi. aku harus kuat dan menjadi batu mulai sekarang..tapi cuma satu pintaku, kamar mandi masih selalu menjadi teman terbaikku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-6930314934612195555?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/6930314934612195555/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=6930314934612195555" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/6930314934612195555?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/6930314934612195555?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/2010/05/hampir-menjadi-batu.html" title="hampir menjadi batu" /><author><name>Mia Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIDQ384eyp7ImA9WxFREU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-6320731888813954373</id><published>2010-04-24T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T03:56:12.133-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-24T03:56:12.133-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/S9LN5Vod8bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mi5BWSZhz5U/s1600/P1010302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/S9LN5Vod8bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mi5BWSZhz5U/s320/P1010302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463655682896949682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am crying again!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Full in My Mind but afraid to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss You Mom..Miss You Dad...Miss you brothers...I love you all&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of You all&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to say thank you&lt;br /&gt;But...I won't make you dissapointed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad..always wishing you for the best...getting well soon dad...&lt;br /&gt;mom...you are my hero...i'm so lucky to have you...&lt;br /&gt;brothers...get your success..i want to see you happy...&lt;br /&gt;I am here now...far from you...cus of my decision, but I'm not sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love You All Too Much...&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-6320731888813954373?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/6320731888813954373/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=6320731888813954373" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/6320731888813954373?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/6320731888813954373?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-crying-again-full-in-my-mind-but.html" title="" /><author><name>Mia Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/S9LN5Vod8bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mi5BWSZhz5U/s72-c/P1010302.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUABQ3w4cCp7ImA9WxBWEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-5321849775925358607</id><published>2010-02-03T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T05:29:12.238-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-03T05:29:12.238-08:00</app:edited><title>sucking day meeting my old friend</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's not rarely when we meet someone who celebrate his birthday, we will say happy birthday, wish you all the best, get your lucky and success in career and life, getting more mature than before bla..bla..bla...just a formal quotation, just a symbol or just  a wish and sentence, just to make happy someone who celebrate that birthday, just to prove for a respect. But will it be proved with an action from him? I wonder about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found someone, i still remember, he was my classmate when we were in elementary school in a small town. Although i only took 2 years study there, but absolutely i remember how he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 1995, yess i still remember about the year also, he was really selfish. He acted as if he was number one, the most gorgeous person. Forget it, he was just 12 years old, still in progress to find his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day by day, with the increasing age and life experience, hoping life and ourselves will be better than long long time ago. but maybe it's an heredity or maybe it's absolutely his character and it's difficult to be changed and he will not have self-confident if he loose it...so selfish is still number one. Poor you man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know guys, i found him a few days ago. Get down to the earth boy!he is still the same like when he was 12 years old. Still showing how amazing he is, but absolutely drove me sick.Who do you think you are man??? No influence for me. You tell everything so high about you..ehhmm...Poor you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we meet our friend who we never meet for so long time, we will so pleased..we will tell about embarassing old story, asking for the other friends, sharing about work, telling your stay, your family, etc..anyways telling about something that we have missed so long and fun. But yesterday..it's so fucking day to chat with my old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me so high about his job, under-estimated me...as if he showed me how great he is right now with his job , with his surrounding, and with his " new friends " who he thought that they are really " influenced friend ". Damn you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the same like 15 years ago. No changing no progress. yeah...everything depends on the person.although people screams " go go go ", but your foot don't want to move..so you won't move and stuck in your place. nothing can change you to better but you. yess...you are the answer..yourself is the answer...your desire is the answer...your ambition is the answer..and your dream is the answer..your move to better is the answer..not just a formal words..but reaction and willing are the answer..and only you that can manage them all to reach your peak of being better than before. Thank you my oldfriend..nice to meet you again in my sucking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-5321849775925358607?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/5321849775925358607/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=5321849775925358607" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/5321849775925358607?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/5321849775925358607?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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suck&lt;br /&gt;i can't live with these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave it after you make it&lt;br /&gt;just ignore it after you break it&lt;br /&gt;just throw it after you eat it&lt;br /&gt;and just make a dirty of place and mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day by day so boring with everything like these&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your servant, I'm not your slave&lt;br /&gt;we are the same but so different&lt;br /&gt;we are so  beautiful but you are less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do nothing&lt;br /&gt;I have no power&lt;br /&gt;so just let everything clean and clear and keep it in my white heart alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being my emotional training..okey deal for it...&lt;br /&gt;ough poor me so so...&lt;br /&gt;even having an hold but it doesn't make me save...&lt;br /&gt;okey deal for patience training...&lt;br /&gt;ough but poor me so so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cARnY_fCp7ImA9WxBWEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-2588787622213012960</id><published>2010-02-01T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:37:27.844-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-01T06:37:27.844-08:00</app:edited><title>bathroom is my best friend</title><content type="html">it's raining&lt;br /&gt;and i'm alone here with my lonely&lt;br /&gt;i feel no cold because fire around me&lt;br /&gt;fire of anger and i don't know how to control it&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what i feel so far&lt;br /&gt;i feel full in my heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;even my heart's beating so hard&lt;br /&gt;everything comes disturbing my normal brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;only anger that stays with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathroom..yess it is the only best friend&lt;br /&gt;no friend to share no friend to tell&lt;br /&gt;I have it only&lt;br /&gt;My bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathroom can make this fire already gone&lt;br /&gt;and keep me stay in calm again&lt;br /&gt;no matter what people say&lt;br /&gt;all i know is bathroom can make me have a life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone...so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raining is so hard&lt;br /&gt;no friend to share no friend to tell&lt;br /&gt;thinking too much..and no one could understand...&lt;br /&gt;only my bathroom..that can make me stay in calm again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bathroom..yess..bathroom is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IAR3kyeip7ImA9WxNUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-8359044468702745692</id><published>2009-11-09T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:52:26.792-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T18:52:26.792-08:00</app:edited><title>Lengket...Panas...mandi ga mandi sama rasanya...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alarm berbunyi tepat pukul 7 pagi. Masih enggan beranjak dari pulau kapuk, tapi hawa panas langsung menyergap. Udara akhir-akhir ini emang benar-benar bikin orang kelabakan. Maklum sudah waktunya pergantian ke musim hujan, jadi musim panasnya seperti dientek-entekno. hehheheee...ehmm bangun pagi begini paling enak kalau langsung sarapan bubur ayam dipadu es jeruk yg super sueger..ehmm..terasa yummi..tp cuma di angan-angan saja.Melaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bergegas aku turun dari pulau kapuk yang menjagaku dan mimpi-mimpiku lebih dari 8 jam. Tidur yang lebih dari cukup. Tapi malah bikin badanku terasa pegal semua. Kemarin siang sewaktu keluar jalan-jalan, aku sempat lihat lihat promosi pijet seluruh tubuh Rp. 70.000 / jam di sebuat tempat perbelanjaan. eehhmm...nikmatnya dipijat sambil menikmati segelas jus buah dingin dan sepiring batagor bandung. Yippy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh daripada ngayal terus mendingan mandi aja deh biar badan lebih seger dikit walo otak dan hati lumayan kagak seger. Tapi selesai mandi, belum juga ritual make-up dimulai tapi keringet udah bercucuran lagi...Deuu keselnya...Panas banget...mandi gak mandi rasanya sama..kalau gitu tadi ga mandi kan juga ga apa2-apa.Tapi eh enakan mandi aja...huh!mandi aja diribetin...idih..rasanya lengket...panas...mandi ga mandi rasanya sama aja deh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-8359044468702745692?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/8359044468702745692/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=8359044468702745692" title="1 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/8359044468702745692?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/8359044468702745692?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/2009/11/lengketpanasmandi-ga-mandi-sama-rasanya.html" title="Lengket...Panas...mandi ga mandi sama rasanya..." /><author><name>Mia Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8HRn8zeSp7ImA9WxNUGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-7286863883905800688</id><published>2009-11-09T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:07:17.181-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T18:07:17.181-08:00</app:edited><title>You don't have right to judge somebody's life!</title><content type="html">Yesterday, i decided to go there. i have started my step, i have prepared for myself. My family gave me permit to go there, so it built more power in me. I have stepped half of my way...feeling so happy cus there's smile welcoming me over there. But suddenly...some people stared at me and said bad things about me. It's my life, i have my own right to decide what best for me. it's not just for playing game, it's for my next life, even for my whole life..and i have been thinking about it for thousand times, till finally i took this answer that I have to go there. Let everyone talks anything about me...i don't care. I'm the only who knows what my life being...and it's not out border of norma, i still in good way...so what the fuck they are talking about.Absolutely I don't care! My family agree with my decision, so what's the hell???I don't bother you all...everyone has his own managing life, different your story life..different with my story life.Do you ever imagine that you can manage your life based on your happily ever after story arrangement?I don't think so..life flows like water..we don't know what will happen with us tomorrow..even a second later..just try to tread it and try to do best.that's like I do now. I never dreamed to be like this before..but i just tread it as my unique story life, i just try to do my best what appear in front of me..as long as it doesn't bother you, and it's my right..and the most important thing is my family give me allow.&lt;br /&gt;
And look at yourself now.I tried to ignore you, and now you try to get close again to me...Look at yourself now!!!it appears what absolutely bad now.&lt;br /&gt;
We can't judge somebody's life. Because we are not in his position and condition. We don't know what best for him. Because everyone has different story life. Even we have the same story life, but it's not absolutely the same for deciding. Abslolutely we don't have right to judge somebody's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-7286863883905800688?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/7286863883905800688/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=7286863883905800688" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/7286863883905800688?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/7286863883905800688?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-dont-have-right-to-judge-somebodys.html" title="You 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seperti cendekiawan makmur yang sarat dengan ilmu dan filsafat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muak terkadang ketika harus menatap ke arahnya&lt;br /&gt;kontan darah memuncak ketika wujudnya datang di depan mata&lt;br /&gt;kontrol seketika hilang ketika mulutnya mulai berbusa&lt;br /&gt;inikah dia yang datang dari jauh tapi mengapa tak sedikitpun memberi susana yang indah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malu sendiri ketika dia berceloteh manja&lt;br /&gt;manja yang membuat orang lain sesak napas karena terlebihnya&lt;br /&gt;bagaikan suara deru dan debu tapi tak ada bekasnya&lt;br /&gt;hanya suara saja tanpa ada pembuktian yang nyata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haruskah diri dicerca sendiri dengan kebodohan yang dibuat sendiri&lt;br /&gt;populasi akan menerima dengan diri apa adanya&lt;br /&gt;berlebihan akan memberi kebosanan&lt;br /&gt;dan kebosanan akan menjauhkan diri dari kenyamanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai kapan akan begini&lt;br /&gt;lebih enak makan jagung rebus olahan sendiri untuk lidah dalam negeri&lt;br /&gt;dari pada sarapan sereal jagung tiap hari tapi susu tak punya&lt;br /&gt;makan terasa hambar hanya karena ingin menjadi yang terhebat&lt;br /&gt;dan orang lain melihat " oh dia ternyata hebat "&lt;br /&gt;tetapi ketika kita menyelaminya " Oh hanya segitu saja "&lt;br /&gt;dan seketika mereka akan menghilang dan hanya meninggalkan senyuman sinis saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inikah yang kau cari&lt;br /&gt;inikah yang kau ingini&lt;br /&gt;menaiki kuda emas tanpa pelana dan pegangan dalam pacuan kuda&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan kau tidak tahu bagaimana mengendalikannya&lt;br /&gt;maka dia bisa menghempaskanmu tiba-tiba&lt;br /&gt;sampai kau jatuh tersungkur &lt;br /&gt;yang terdengar hanya sorak sorai para penonton saja&lt;br /&gt;kemudian mereka pergi tanpa jejak entah kemana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin menertawakanmu&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin menghujammu dengan kemahiranku&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku masih punya hati dan santun&lt;br /&gt;dalam kelebihan dan kekuranganmu&lt;br /&gt;dan kau mesti tahu itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan menjadi raja dalam istanamu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;istana yang kau bangun dalam angan-anganmu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;bertindak sesuka hati tanpa kompromi&lt;br /&gt;walaupun itu suatu yang bodoh yang kau putusi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahukah kau!&lt;br /&gt;kau telah aduk-aduk cerita dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;lidahmu apa tak kelu membicarakanku&lt;br /&gt;apakah dapat poin dari permainanmu itu&lt;br /&gt;atau doorprize mangkuk untuk kelihaianmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua itu kosong&lt;br /&gt;seperti kerupuk yang terlihat renyah tetapi langsung layu ketika masuk ke dalam mulutmu&lt;br /&gt;dan kau perlu tahu itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diamku tak berati emas&lt;br /&gt;dan diamku tak berati kalah&lt;br /&gt;diamku karena aku lebih pintar darimu&lt;br /&gt;diamku karena aku lebih santun darimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulut adalah harimaumu&lt;br /&gt;dan aku adalah singa yang berhati lembut&lt;br /&gt;sang raja hutan yang pintar tetapi penuh perhitungan&lt;br /&gt;tak serba loncat sana sini untuk menarik simpati&lt;br /&gt;simpati yang bullshit dan hanya mempermalukan diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;karena kebaikan diri akan ternilai sendiri tanpa harus dijunjung tinggi-tinggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinting kau berlaku seperti itu&lt;br /&gt;hanya akan memberi nilai nol untuk kepribadianmu&lt;br /&gt;walau manusia tak lekang dari buruk dan nafsu&lt;br /&gt;tapi kau telah menodai sendiri tanpa maksud yang tertuju&lt;br /&gt;hanya omong kosong yang kau adu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh membosankan menu sarapan pagi tiap hari&lt;br /&gt;sereal jagung tanpa susu&lt;br /&gt;terasa hambar tapi hanya itu yang tersisa&lt;br /&gt;demi harga diri dan penilaian orang saja&lt;br /&gt;tapi harga diri dan penilaian yang kosong&lt;br /&gt;karena terlalu memaksakan diri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku lebih memilih sarapan jagung rebus yang alami dari panci ibuku&lt;br /&gt;dari pada sereal jagung tanpa susu yang hanya bikin mulas perutku&lt;br /&gt;Kau perlu telaah itu kata-kataku!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-8081637232461629309?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/8081637232461629309/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=8081637232461629309" title="2 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/8081637232461629309?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/8081637232461629309?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/2009/09/menu-sarapan-rutin-sereal-jagung-tanpa.html" title="menu sarapan rutin sereal jagung tanpa susu" /><author><name>Mia Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEHQXozfSp7ImA9WxNRGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-8426770675116446917</id><published>2009-09-13T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:17:10.485-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-13T09:17:10.485-07:00</app:edited><title>finally i know the reason why i always ask you " do you love me too?"</title><content type="html">your hold can't warm me&lt;br /&gt;your words can't touch me &lt;br /&gt;your kiss can't be a sign that you love me&lt;br /&gt;i don't need them all&lt;br /&gt;not enough just to say i love you&lt;br /&gt;i need an honesty&lt;br /&gt;from deep inside your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you more than anything &lt;br /&gt;even if i may say...i love you more than my own self&lt;br /&gt;i'm so mad when you ignore it&lt;br /&gt;cuz i love everything in you&lt;br /&gt;even if i may build my own word ... i love you then i buy you as a package&lt;br /&gt;goodness or badness in you...i receive them all&lt;br /&gt;so please understand me...&lt;br /&gt;do as i do to you...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to push you...&lt;br /&gt;just your understanding&lt;br /&gt;that i'm here with my love for you&lt;br /&gt;cuz i never did and felt something like this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hurt me when i heard you don't want to make serious what happen right now&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to be disappointed again, like what you felt with your past love&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to call it as your first love&lt;br /&gt;i have my own first love... so bad story love too..&lt;br /&gt;but i can make it as a just story life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past different with future&lt;br /&gt;i'm here with my love&lt;br /&gt;receiving anything in you&lt;br /&gt;is it fair, you just tread it as a simple life without commitment and serious thinking?&lt;br /&gt;and i never feel have right about you?&lt;br /&gt;so what am i waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so irritated&lt;br /&gt;it means that you don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;i won't do this kind of life if there's no serious thinking about my life&lt;br /&gt;surely..i don't want to destroy my own life&lt;br /&gt;i can find another better man outside&lt;br /&gt;but my love is absolutely for you&lt;br /&gt;so is it fair for me???&lt;br /&gt;so what am i waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;i never feel your serious feeling about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss and hold are not the answer&lt;br /&gt;i need an honesty from your heart&lt;br /&gt;and i never feel it from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never push you to do something&lt;br /&gt;i never ask you about something&lt;br /&gt;your true love and your understanding are enough for me...but i never feel them from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i always ask you " do you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;cus i'm still doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;and finally i know the answer&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to be dissappointed anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the same...please don't threath me like your gals before me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the same...i'm different..so different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know..i always feel that i have no right about you&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why this statement stays in my heart&lt;br /&gt;cus there's no commitment between us???&lt;br /&gt;it could be...&lt;br /&gt;i always try to gather my braveness to receive the fact that finally you choose the other, not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the reason why i always ask you " do you love me too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your anger never make me melting&lt;br /&gt;your egoistic never drive me go away&lt;br /&gt;cus i love you as a package&lt;br /&gt;goodness and badness are a symphony of you for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if finally i know that there's no true love for me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;i wish you could feel my true love ... though just a little about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid to imagine about someday&lt;br /&gt;too afraid that finally you neglect me&lt;br /&gt;and no responsible about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where will i find a shelter place to make warm my heart?&lt;br /&gt;i have no one here but you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the reason why i always ask you&lt;br /&gt;and finally i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it a blame if i love you deeply?&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why cuz i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to see you away&lt;br /&gt;is there still love for me?&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to be disappointed again ...&lt;br /&gt;so what am i waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;you don't have love for me ...&lt;br /&gt;no...you don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always wishing the best for you..cuz i love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-8426770675116446917?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/8426770675116446917/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=8426770675116446917" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/8426770675116446917?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/8426770675116446917?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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anything,,,&lt;br /&gt;I know I just can arrange these words,,,&lt;br /&gt;but i hope it can be a representative for what i feel to you,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's too late,,,&lt;br /&gt;but i make it with my trully love,,,&lt;br /&gt;eventhough you always make me blue,,&lt;br /&gt;But i will always love you,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,,,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping all the best for you,,,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you will love me too,,,&lt;br /&gt;and I want to say that i love you,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moon can't say anything&lt;br /&gt;stars can't show something&lt;br /&gt;but they are with me tonite&lt;br /&gt;and they know that it's a great day for you,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite so cold,,,&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for your hold,,,&lt;br /&gt;my heart like so sold,,,&lt;br /&gt;and my love for you seems so bold,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday honey,,,&lt;br /&gt;Baing mature, no stubborn, no egoistic&lt;br /&gt;Success in your every step, happy in your every life&lt;br /&gt;i always wishing beside you&lt;br /&gt;because i still love you,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,,,&lt;br /&gt;always best in you,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-7162376142429256801?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/7162376142429256801/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=7162376142429256801" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/7162376142429256801?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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sampai saat ini pun aku masih belum yakin, apakah aku sedang bermimpi. serasa hatiku begitu yakin dengan pilihan dan apa yang aku lakukan saat ini, tetapi juga meragu dan takut dengan yang akan terjadi kelak. Aku rasa baru kemarin aku merasakan dan melakukan hal bodoh ini. Bisa dibilang hal bodoh yang membuatku berani untuk bertindak dan mengambil keputusan yang menentukan hidupku nanti. apakah ini jalan Tuhan? Ataukah dia memang jodohku? Apakah ini hanya sekedar kebodohanku saja? Adakah diluar sana yang mempunyai cerita sama denganku? &lt;br /&gt;Aku bingung tapi begitu yakin di dalam hati. Satu yang meyakinkanku, yaitu cintaku padanya. Tapi satu yang membuatku takut, apakah dia akan melakukan hal yang sama? Atau akhirnya air mata dan putus asa yang dia berikan?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah aku sedang meragu? Kalau intinya aku masih meragu, tetapi kenapa hatiku begitu yakin ingin hidup dengannya? &lt;br /&gt;Belum genap setahun aku merasakan ini. Berbicara dengan orang tuaku saja belum. Apakah mereka akan merestui? Sepenuhnya aku takut untuk menebak apa yang akan keluar dari mulut mereka. Sedih, takut, bingung, cinta yang dalam, kecewa..semua campur aduk jadi satu.Tapi dia tak pernah tahu akan kegalauanku. Dan aku serasa begitu berat untuk berbicara jujur. tak tahu apa yang membuatku seperti itu, aku hanya takut kehilangan dia. Dia yang begitu kaku, dia yang begitu tak pedulikanku, dia yang mudah marah, dan dia yang sangat aku sayang...&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang ada di benak dan pikiranku sekarang mungkin dia tak tahu. Aku baru menyadari kalau dia tak pernah ada di kala aku sangat membutuhkannya. Kehadiran fisik tiap hari tak menjamin itu adalah sebuah bentuk perhatian. Tapi adanya uluran tangan dan kata-kata yang menentramkan di kala kita snagat membutuhkannya...mungkin itu lebih sangat berharga. Dia berada di sampingku setiap waktu, tapi mengapa dia tak pernah menentramkan hatiku?&lt;br /&gt;Di saat aku marah, di saat aku sedih..tak sedikitpun dia membuatku tenang. Tapi mengapa aku masih begitu sangat takut kehilangan dia.&lt;br /&gt;Di saat orang lain berusaha menjatuhkanku, apa yang dia lakukan untukku? Tak ada...&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang berusaha sendiri,mencoba menyembuhkan sakitku sendiri, mencoba menurunkan kadar emosiku sendiri. Dia tak pernah ada untuk itu, walau dia selalu di depan mataku setiap waktu.&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ini namanya? Kebodohanku?&lt;br /&gt;Kadang aku merasakan cintanya untukku, tetapi mengapa dia selalu membuatku sedih?&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini, dia tertidur di depanku. Aku tatap wajahnya, oh lelaki yang aku sayang.Yang kadang membuatku tertawa, tapi tidak jarang juga membuatku menangis. Dia yang kaku, berbalik dengan sifatku yang lembut dan sensitif. Dia yang tidak mau dikalahkan, dan aku yang selalu mencoba mengalah, dan merengek-rengek karena tidak suka dengan pertengkaran. Akan kah selamanya akan seperti ini? Akankan aku akan bertahan dengan kondisi seperti ini? Karena aku telah putuskan ingin menjadi pendamping hidupnya.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hatiku sekarang cuma ada kalimat " berharap untuk yang terbaik, dan mempersiapkan diri untuk yang terburuk". Karena dia sudah pilihanku, dan aku sudah bertekad menerima dia apa adanya. Semoga dia akan melakukan hal yang sama. Dalam hari-hari terakhir ini, dia sudah sedikit berubah. Sudah sedikit menampakkan kalau ada sayang di sana buat aku. Tidak seperti waktu yang lalu, sungguh menyakitkan menyayangi seseorang tanpa adanya suatu kejelasan.Yah, aku berharap, dari hari ke hari dia akan makin berubah.&lt;br /&gt;nervous untuk pulang ke rumah, takut menghadapi orang tua, bingung mengarang kata-kata. persiapan mental ketika mendapati orang tua terkejut dengan pengakuanku, dan bersiap diri dengan segala perkataan yang akan terlontar. Semoga dia mengerti dengan segala posisiku. Dia tak hanya mementingkan posisinya.Aku dalam posisi yang berbahaya, bingung tapi yakin dalam menentukan arah.Semoga dia mengerti sehingga tidak akan seenaknya padaku. Betapa aku akan berkorban demi dia. demi dia? demi cintaku? atau demi nafsuku?&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku tahu, aku yakin akan pilihanku, dan aku ingin menjalani apa yang sudah aku pilih, dan semoga pilihanku ini memang yang terbaik untukku dan dia memang jodoh yang dipersiapkan Tuhan buat aku. Semoga dia mengerti...&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best, preparing for the worst...&lt;br /&gt;wishing me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-6491748356250902777?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/6491748356250902777/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=6491748356250902777" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/6491748356250902777?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/6491748356250902777?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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heart and eyes tell you everything&lt;br /&gt;if only you could understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but poor of me again&lt;br /&gt;i always speechless in front of you&lt;br /&gt;every blame in my heart suddenly dissapear&lt;br /&gt;only luv luv and luv and want to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;though i really want to kick you and make everything clear&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to have this burden&lt;br /&gt;need your explanation&lt;br /&gt;but i always feel that i have no right about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moon always laughs to me&lt;br /&gt;sun always mad about me&lt;br /&gt;i'm so weak and have no courage to win my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you always cheats me&lt;br /&gt;and cheats everybody&lt;br /&gt;do you feel so shy about me?&lt;br /&gt;if the answer is correct, okey i will go and bring this fucking feeling with me&lt;br /&gt;tread this life alone and don't know where a shelter place for me&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i should know...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;i still can reach my happiness&lt;br /&gt;though so hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell lie again..to me..to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;if you are not feeling good with this..tell me please...&lt;br /&gt;my heart is ready to receive it&lt;br /&gt;sure...i never lie&lt;br /&gt;but if i tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;is it truth for you too?&lt;br /&gt;i always feel i have no right about you...&lt;br /&gt;so always threath myself like a donkey who missing love&lt;br /&gt;though the other better outside&lt;br /&gt;stupid or crazy i am?&lt;br /&gt;both of them...&lt;br /&gt;too much thinking so my brain can't work properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad to hear that&lt;br /&gt;what can i do??&lt;br /&gt;you know what i do then...&lt;br /&gt;hold you and try to ignore it&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside my heart is crying&lt;br /&gt;crying about something useless&lt;br /&gt;something that i shouldn't thought&lt;br /&gt;and waste my energy and make dirty my story life...&lt;br /&gt;but it's me&lt;br /&gt;i just want to feel it normally...&lt;br /&gt;just it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me..it's me..&lt;br /&gt;if only you love me too...&lt;br /&gt;like how deep my love for you...&lt;br /&gt;but i have no right to make you love me...&lt;br /&gt;cus you are not mine...for me..&lt;br /&gt;you always say that you love me too&lt;br /&gt;but i never understand whether it's your real love for me or not...&lt;br /&gt;i'm still wondering...&lt;br /&gt;cus you always make me sad...&lt;br /&gt;but i know that i love you only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired to cry..i won't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-5851095645254688487?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/5851095645254688487/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cDQnYyeyp7ImA9WxJUFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-74616330112082591</id><published>2009-07-15T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:31:13.893-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-15T05:31:13.893-07:00</app:edited><title>Tangisku semalam...</title><content type="html">Semalam terjadi lagi...&lt;br /&gt;Pertengkaran hebat yang seperti sudah menjadi agenda rutin dan mudah ditebak akhir ceritanya. Kau akan berdiri dan meninggalkanku tanpa meninggalkan kata-kata yang bisa menenangkan hatiku. Kenapa kesalahan selalu kau lihat dari sisi diriku.Kenapa ketika aku jelaskan kesalahanmu kau langsung seperti macan giras, segera berdiri melompat dan pergi begitu saja tanpa mau menyelesaikan. Tetapi kenapa aku masih saja mencegahmu? Karena apa ? karena aku takut kehilanganmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kau baru menyadari akan hadirku ketika aku sudah pergi untuk selamanya. Mungkin kau baru menyadari betapa beruntungnya kau memiliki aku ketika aku sudah menghembuskan nafas terakhirku. Mungkin kau baru menyadari betapa aku sangat menyayangimu melebihi appun ketika aku sudah di bawah sana hidup bercampur dengan cacing - cacing, binatang yang paling kau benci. Dan semuanya sudah tak bisa diulang lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lakukan apapun demi kau, tapi apa balasan yang kau beri padaku. Aku tak menuntut balas apapun darimu karena aku mencintaimu tulus dan menerimamu apa adanya. Tapi kau tak pernah lakukan itu padaku. Kekuranganku selalu menjadi obrolan seru bagimu. Aku menjadi ragu...seolah aku tak pantas buatmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang ketika sudah sesak di dadaku, aku berpikir untuk pergi darimu selamanya. Berharapa kau akan menemukan wanita idamanmu, yang tidak membuatmu malu di depan teman - temanmu, yang tidak membuatmu harus menyembunyikan status hubungan itu, dan tidak membuatmu berkata " jangan seperti ini..nanti dilihat..." ( malu kalaus ampai kepergok kita punya " hubungan " ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang ketika sudah banjir mataku dengan air mataku, aku ingin pergi jauh darimu. Tak lagi mendengar berita dan cerita tentang dirimu lagi. Hidup sendiri walau sakit menanggung beban rasa ini.Seenggaknya aku tak mendengar lagi " wah ntar kalau ibunya pesek..anaknya pesek juga gak ya??". Sakit..sakit sekali mendengarnya. Aku tak pernah mencerca apa yang ada pada dirimu karena aku menyayangimu apa adanya. Tetapi kenapa kau selalu memepermasalahkan apa yang kurang pada diriku. Kalau memang tak punya hati dan kurang menerima dengan keadaanku..baiklah semoga kau menemukan segera wanita idamanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah aku hanya kekasih yang tidak dianggap bagimu? Di depan teman wanitamu kau berlagak sok cuek dan sok kasar padaku. Kau anggap apa diriku? Orang yang menilai pasti kesalahan ada pada diriku. Mereka tak tahu saja betapa sedihnya dan nelangsanya aku ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika teman wanitamu datang, dengan mengacuhkanku kau ajak dia ngobrol di luar tanpa ada rasa peduli padaku. Dan kau bilang " Oh aku hanya anggap dia sebagai adik saja kok." Apa maksudnya itu? Apakah aku tak punya hak untuk marah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika teman wanitamu datang, seakan kau tak menggubris kehadiranku, dan kau berkata " Ngapain nungguin orang facebook-an?"&lt;br /&gt;Sangat sakit hatiku mendengarnya. Kau anggap apa diriku? Musuhmu????? Aku tak mengharap kau menonjolkan kalau kita punya " hubungan " tapi aku harap berlagaklah seperti biasanya, seperti saat mereka tidak ada di situ, itu saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan mereka tahu kalau kau milikku. Sehingga mereka tidak sok manja di depanmu. Aku akui aku cemburu. Wanita mana yang tidak cemburu melihat orang yang disayanginya menyentuh pipi wanita lain di depan matanya dan berkata " Kamu jerawatan ya dik?"&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya bisa memendam rasa ini. Karena aku merasa aku tak punya hak akan dirimu dan aku bukan siapa - siapa bagimu. Tak ada komitmen untuk hubungan itu. Jadi apa yang bisa aku tangguhkan? Daripada sakit dan nelangsa mendengar kata-katamu lagi seperti saat kita berada di rumah sakit " Terserah aku mau dekat dengan siapa saja, naksir cewek siapa saja, emangnya kamu siapa?"Suakittttttttt..suakittttttt sekaliiiiiiiiiii...dan aku hanya bisa menangis. dan akhirnya aku juga yang harus mengalah mendekatimu. Aku tak ingin hubungan yang dingin antara kita, akrena aku sangat sayang padamu. Aku takut kehilanganmu. Aku takut kau jauh. Aku takut kau pergi dariku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua aku lakukan demi dirimu. Merubah prinsip pun sudah terlintas di pikiranku. Berkorban apapun aku rela untukmu. Tapi dalam hati ini aku takut kau nanti akan menyia-nyiakan aku. Kemana nanti aku akan berlari mengadu? Jawabnya adalah kolong jembatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mengharap apa- apa darimu. Hanya ketulusan cintamu dan mohon pengertian sedikit padaku. Kau tak pernah ada di saat aku dalam situasi aku membutuhkanmu. Kau selalu ada di sampingku, tapi tak pernah ada ketika aku benar - benar membutuhkanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau bilang kau sudah tak tahan...sudah capek...Begitu juga denganku. Capek selalu seperti ini. Akankah selalu begini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuma butuh kejelasan. Bukan yang disembunyikan. Kalau kau malau akan diriku, baiklah aku akan pergi. Semoga kau segera menemukan wanita idamanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah karena kau tahu aku sangat meyayangimu sehingga kau seenaknya padaku? Apapun yang kau lakukan pasti akhirnya kau akan luluh juga dalam pelukmu. Aku akui aku bodoh terlalu sayang padamu. Tapi apakah ini yang kau inginkan? Adilkah ini buatmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosan aku selalu dengan masalah yang sama. Rasa sakit pukulan yang aku daratkan di pipimu tak sebanding sakitnya yang kau hadirkan di hatiku. Kau tahu aku tak bisa marah. Air mataku yang selalu bicara. Bukan senjataku air mata, tapi aku memang wanita lemah, dan kau tahu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku harap itu menjadi malam terkahir pertengkaran kita. Aku tak akan mencampuri hidupmu lagi. Baiklah aku akan selalu mengingat kata-katamu " Terserah aku mau dekat dengan siapa saja, naksir cewek siapa saja, emangnya kamu siapa?". Semoga kau bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah yang aku rasakan selama ini..semoga kau mengerti. Bukan salahmu..tapi salahku yang terlalu menyayangimu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-74616330112082591?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/74616330112082591/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=74616330112082591" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/74616330112082591?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/74616330112082591?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/2009/07/tangisku-semalam.html" title="Tangisku semalam..." /><author><name>Mia Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHQX87fip7ImA9WxJVGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-4041006850788462180</id><published>2009-07-06T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:25:30.106-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T06:25:30.106-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">when my tears come down like a down pour rain&lt;br /&gt;waiting for your hands to wipe them&lt;br /&gt;But i just can wait&lt;br /&gt;your hands never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i feel so gloomy&lt;br /&gt;i wish you will hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;asking what happen to me&lt;br /&gt;and give me more power to pass&lt;br /&gt;but finally i found you just laughing and say " ignore it, that's useless "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i stay far away&lt;br /&gt;dreaming you will call me and ask me " how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;but nothing i hear from you&lt;br /&gt;and i just can miss you from far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm in trouble&lt;br /&gt;need your support to solve it&lt;br /&gt;but nothing i get from you&lt;br /&gt;you always think " no matter with them all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what am i waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;i love you trully&lt;br /&gt;but i feel i always alone and lonely&lt;br /&gt;so what am i dreaming about next?&lt;br /&gt;but i never feel your warm&lt;br /&gt;angry mad angry and mad...&lt;br /&gt;you always give them to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love makes me blind&lt;br /&gt;but i want to keep this blind&lt;br /&gt;so crazy i am!&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm so crazy...&lt;br /&gt;whatever you say...&lt;br /&gt;all i know is i love him now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-4041006850788462180?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/4041006850788462180/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=4041006850788462180" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/4041006850788462180?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/4041006850788462180?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-my-tears-come-down-like-down-pour.html" title="" /><author><name>Mia Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcMRHw_fSp7ImA9WxJRGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-1228797533168451</id><published>2009-05-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:31:25.245-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-20T09:31:25.245-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">how stupid moron in luv i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to hate you &lt;br /&gt;wanna burning everything about you&lt;br /&gt;throw this feeling to ignore you&lt;br /&gt;let a big giant bird eat you&lt;br /&gt;and flood make you sleep in breathless&lt;br /&gt;imagine that you die in calm&lt;br /&gt;let my tears come down on my check&lt;br /&gt;useless tears drop to miss you&lt;br /&gt;missing something that never care about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see &lt;br /&gt;i try to receive anything in you&lt;br /&gt;but the wind blows fuckingly&lt;br /&gt;just bringing my love away&lt;br /&gt;my love has changed become hate now&lt;br /&gt;gloomy to see you in restless&lt;br /&gt;you can feel what i feel so far&lt;br /&gt;so hurt me when i see i do something useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much love and now become hate&lt;br /&gt;you make it like that&lt;br /&gt;i know you never care&lt;br /&gt;so what am i waiting for so far guys&lt;br /&gt;just tears, broken heart, suffered, anger, and tears again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are right&lt;br /&gt;who do you think i am&lt;br /&gt;i have no right about you&lt;br /&gt;i just can tell what i feel by words&lt;br /&gt;i always speechless when i stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;you drive me mute with your hold&lt;br /&gt;like the answer that you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;but i think that is not true&lt;br /&gt;so what am i waiting for from you&lt;br /&gt;the next tears?&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to let my tears go down again&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh...i guess surrender is better&lt;br /&gt;let me covered by this feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;though i know it will bother me...&lt;br /&gt;but it is a must&lt;br /&gt;must...&lt;br /&gt;or i just waste my love for someone who never cares and let me die drowning in my own tears&lt;br /&gt;and then being a stupid girl as long as my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-1228797533168451?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/1228797533168451/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAERHo_fip7ImA9WxJREkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-238636422326436204</id><published>2009-05-13T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:21:45.446-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-13T04:21:45.446-07:00</app:edited><title>let me be molly...</title><content type="html">i can't stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;like i can't stop the tears&lt;br /&gt;it comes everyday&lt;br /&gt;though summer has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me truth&lt;br /&gt;treath me truth&lt;br /&gt;don't bring me up and down&lt;br /&gt;being the victim of your anger&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes fly away with your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or let me be molly...&lt;br /&gt;living in my own world&lt;br /&gt;but still full of love around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me be molly&lt;br /&gt;always stay around you&lt;br /&gt;though you never care&lt;br /&gt;but i know you have attention for me&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind i keep this feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;as long as i can still love and around you babe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-238636422326436204?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/238636422326436204/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=238636422326436204" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/238636422326436204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/238636422326436204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-be-molly.html" title="let me be molly..." /><author><name>Mia Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ERHo_eip7ImA9WxJTGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-4245506504816565852</id><published>2009-04-27T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T04:30:05.442-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-27T04:30:05.442-07:00</app:edited><title>25</title><content type="html">Happy Birthday Honey...&lt;br /&gt;Today is your day&lt;br /&gt;You are 25 now&lt;br /&gt;What will you do then...&lt;br /&gt;Oooo....&lt;br /&gt;What will you do then...&lt;br /&gt;ehmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;what will you do then GAL???&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaaa...I just want to be a better girl&lt;br /&gt;do some progress for my life&lt;br /&gt;I don't need too much&lt;br /&gt;I don't want too much&lt;br /&gt;just being happy with standart grade&lt;br /&gt;and give love for everyone arounds me...&lt;br /&gt;hoping not dissappointing anymore&lt;br /&gt;being brave and patient in treading and arranging my own life&lt;br /&gt;hoping not dissapointing again&lt;br /&gt;and I need love&lt;br /&gt;true love..&lt;br /&gt;and hoping not taking a bath in tears anymore&lt;br /&gt;being tough girl and keep away from heart sick&lt;br /&gt;and not dissappointing anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-4245506504816565852?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/4245506504816565852/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link 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gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMQX44fSp7ImA9WxJTFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-33672950381437117</id><published>2009-04-25T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:39:40.035-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-25T00:39:40.035-07:00</app:edited><title>Buzz You, Man!</title><content type="html">you know man...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday you drown me in my tears&lt;br /&gt;and now you rise me up with your smile&lt;br /&gt;you know man...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday you brought me to the darkest place to stay&lt;br /&gt;and now you give me a shelter place to sleep&lt;br /&gt;you know man...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday you turned me down with my faith&lt;br /&gt;and now you whisper a love to my ear&lt;br /&gt;and make me smile and love you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you let me cry&lt;br /&gt;even you realize it or not&lt;br /&gt;i just want to throw away everything about you from my life&lt;br /&gt;but then I don't know..what kind of evil come into myself&lt;br /&gt;my heart says that it's because you still love me&lt;br /&gt;even I don't know it's true or not&lt;br /&gt;then i love you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz you, man!&lt;br /&gt;let me know what you want&lt;br /&gt;or you want to make me die slowly&lt;br /&gt;with your up and down love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz you, man!&lt;br /&gt;what do you want&lt;br /&gt;what do you want to play&lt;br /&gt;playing my love?&lt;br /&gt;and make me dying slowly&lt;br /&gt;with your confusing love for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of evil come into my heart&lt;br /&gt;you always make me blue&lt;br /&gt;but I still always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz you, man!&lt;br /&gt;Please don't do this to me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak... because I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-33672950381437117?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGRHk9fip7ImA9WxJTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-8251821201889589469</id><published>2009-04-23T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:03:45.766-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-23T12:03:45.766-07:00</app:edited><title>so tiring but i am lazy to move....</title><content type="html">last time i didn't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;even imagined about this thing&lt;br /&gt;but what's going on now babe...&lt;br /&gt;i cry all nite long till nite laughing me...&lt;br /&gt;stars shout to me...&lt;br /&gt;why do you always waste your day in tears?&lt;br /&gt;I can't answer it...&lt;br /&gt;my tears come down again decorate my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired&lt;br /&gt;always keep anything hurts by myself&lt;br /&gt;is it my mistake?&lt;br /&gt;or you never want to know...&lt;br /&gt;too hard to feel&lt;br /&gt;but i can't leave it away&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight it so just let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am so tired&lt;br /&gt;but i'm lazy to move&lt;br /&gt;I'm too afraid&lt;br /&gt;afraid about what?&lt;br /&gt;about loosing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately you even don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;or you won't know&lt;br /&gt;or you don't want to understand&lt;br /&gt;cus there's nothing you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i wrong?&lt;br /&gt;am i true?&lt;br /&gt;all i know is what i see and feel now&lt;br /&gt;what i feel is true though sometimes it's annoying you&lt;br /&gt;so tiring but I'm lazy to move&lt;br /&gt;cuz it's too hard...&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fool you gal!&lt;br /&gt;whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-8251821201889589469?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/8251821201889589469/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=8251821201889589469" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/8251821201889589469?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/8251821201889589469?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-tiring-but-i-am-lazy-to-move.html" title="so tiring but i am lazy to move...." /><author><name>Mia Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYMRH0yfSp7ImA9WxJTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-6893654270164963085</id><published>2009-04-23T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:43:05.395-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-23T11:43:05.395-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem" /><title>no more say...</title><content type="html">honestly my heart is screaming&lt;br /&gt;screaming something that i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;afraid to be understood&lt;br /&gt;and just let it be happen and drives me blue all the time&lt;br /&gt;may I ask something?&lt;br /&gt;but i think i don't have right for it&lt;br /&gt;may i shout out?&lt;br /&gt;but I think it's not my capacity to shout out&lt;br /&gt;may I express?&lt;br /&gt;but I think it will make you mad&lt;br /&gt;may I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes you may..&lt;br /&gt;But it just bothers me and brings tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so what i can do?&lt;br /&gt;just to be quite and let everything hurts me and see you laugh behind my cry?&lt;br /&gt;i have done!&lt;br /&gt;and my tears become a daily schedule in my box&lt;br /&gt;poor you...poor me&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for my last breath to let it be...&lt;br /&gt;This love too much and drowning me deep&lt;br /&gt;makes me breathless and just smile though sad inside&lt;br /&gt;having no courage to say the truth and asking for the truth&lt;br /&gt;cus i think i have no right for it&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will die with my stupid love for you&lt;br /&gt;you even never know..or you don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine how hurt it is for me?&lt;br /&gt;can you feel how hard it is for me?&lt;br /&gt;can you see how damn it is for me?&lt;br /&gt;but i think you don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;but i am just stepping my foot to you..&lt;br /&gt;hold you tight and ask for a kiss&lt;br /&gt;to feel that you love me too&lt;br /&gt;though i don't know it's true or not&lt;br /&gt;babe...&lt;br /&gt;I'll die I think...&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow i will be an ice who never care about love again&lt;br /&gt;just some words to accompany me spending this beautiful and cursing nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you understand, it would be nice...thanks for these all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-6893654270164963085?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/6893654270164963085/comments/default" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HQ3oyfyp7ImA9WxVaGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-1208956237894381099</id><published>2009-04-16T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:23:52.497-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-16T12:23:52.497-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem" /><title>Ragu Selalu</title><content type="html">Aku tahu…&lt;br /&gt;Aku bisa merengkuhnya&lt;br /&gt;Aku bisa mendapatkannya               &lt;br /&gt;Menjadikan dia milikku&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang ku mau &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mengapa aku hanya berdiam diri saja&lt;br /&gt;Tak melakukan apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;Hanya berharap dia akan datang tiba-tiba&lt;br /&gt;Karna hatiku terlalu takut mengakuinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku yang tak punya usaha&lt;br /&gt;Berusaha mendapatkan &lt;br /&gt;Apa yang memang bisa kudapatkan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hatiku selalu bicara&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin memang ini alurnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merasa kosong&lt;br /&gt;Tapi penuh dalam pikiranku&lt;br /&gt;Sesak dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Kacau dalam langkahku&lt;br /&gt;Ingin aku merengkuhnya&lt;br /&gt;Tapi takut kecewa&lt;br /&gt;Kecewa seperti yang lalu&lt;br /&gt;Karena akan berlalu begitu saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa aku harus mencoba&lt;br /&gt;Dengan hati yang meragu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi rasa yang menggebu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa aku harus mencoba&lt;br /&gt;Memberanikan diri melihat &lt;br /&gt;Suatu yang mungkin diluar harapanku&lt;br /&gt;Atau akan sesuai harapanku&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku ragu….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-1208956237894381099?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/1208956237894381099/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MARn07eip7ImA9WxVaGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380808392279869238.post-3802417529136836096</id><published>2009-04-16T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:17:27.302-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-16T12:17:27.302-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem" /><title>Love’s gone</title><content type="html">Without you everything seems blurry&lt;br /&gt;But to be with you everything seems clearly&lt;br /&gt;Just close my eyes to feel you are here&lt;br /&gt;But finally I know&lt;br /&gt;You’ve gone bringing my love away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when you touched me&lt;br /&gt;You said that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Giving me support to tread this life&lt;br /&gt;When I was down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still in my mind&lt;br /&gt;When you whispered that you’d be my hand&lt;br /&gt;To guide me to somewhere beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Place where we belong together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the bluest sky&lt;br /&gt;The wind touched us tenderly&lt;br /&gt;We closed our eyes and felt the world was ours&lt;br /&gt;And dreamed we could be a pair of dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now everything’s gone&lt;br /&gt;You drive me mad with this love&lt;br /&gt;You make me fallen from the highest sky&lt;br /&gt;You…. You….&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can say&lt;br /&gt;I’m down without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t come again to my life&lt;br /&gt;Let it be my memory&lt;br /&gt;If it’s best for you&lt;br /&gt;I realize it will be better for me&lt;br /&gt;I’m brave because of you&lt;br /&gt;I’m tough because of you&lt;br /&gt;Now you’ve gone and everything has gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380808392279869238-3802417529136836096?l=miyadui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/feeds/3802417529136836096/comments/default" title="Poskan Komentar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6380808392279869238&amp;postID=3802417529136836096" title="0 Komentar" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/3802417529136836096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380808392279869238/posts/default/3802417529136836096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miyadui.blogspot.com/2009/04/loves-gone.html" title="Love’s gone" /><author><name>Mia Dwi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02555779886502566597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="23" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJt5R2Wi2lA/ScMZeAmRvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qHGI9cDOOQw/S220/PhotoFunia-ebcc.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

