<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:48:50.512-08:00</updated><category term='Blabbering'/><category term='pikir-ku'/><category term='Curhat'/><title type='text'>edReA's Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>where thoughts and feelings are written down with no rules to bind. my ups and downs will be exposed so bear with me..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-7291362002974670683</id><published>2010-04-22T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:04:25.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are we there yet?!</title><content type='html'>I hv this impulsive urge to write about several random things today! yep, again instead of writing my paper!&lt;div&gt;Oh yah.. hellow you! long time no see! I've been writing on my other blog.. It supposed to be my learning diary in the Korean world.. but u know what! I think I still need some place to say whatever my heart wants to say! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. GUYS! I think I hv some trust issues! hiiing! T__T so I think I'll need a guy who can take the wounded me and make me comfortable?! older shud be better! hahaha.. iono.. my friends've been trying to.. yeah u know.. but iono.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Running AWAY! STOP it already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. lalalalalala iono what else.. hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dat's it just wanna say hi to the old blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-7291362002974670683?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/7291362002974670683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=7291362002974670683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7291362002974670683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7291362002974670683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-we-there-yet.html' title='are we there yet?!'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-5247664601442060219</id><published>2009-10-29T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:50:25.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Hi self, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're still hanging there somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;you know...&lt;br /&gt;you can just kill your self right now..&lt;br /&gt;u no use bitch!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;see how much damage has u caused?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-5247664601442060219?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/5247664601442060219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=5247664601442060219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5247664601442060219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5247664601442060219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-4689106579849773010</id><published>2009-03-18T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:07:20.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabbering'/><title type='text'>hah</title><content type='html'>i'm on the verge of ruining myself and no one can see it coming?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even i tried to carry ur burden, u still think i'm a hopeless brat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hv all this inside me i need to share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but u wont even listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shud i just destroy it all at once?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the hopes and effort to make me better seems to be super useless and hopeless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shud i just stay rotten then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-4689106579849773010?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/4689106579849773010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=4689106579849773010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/4689106579849773010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/4689106579849773010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2009/03/hah.html' title='hah'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-6526687851637058073</id><published>2009-02-22T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:07:29.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabbering'/><title type='text'>useless efforts?</title><content type='html'>U know..well I guess u don't&lt;br /&gt;That i haven't seen my sister for almost 6 years or more.. I lost my count!&lt;br /&gt;and 2 with my bro with no single line spoken with him yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i  talk to u guys soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-6526687851637058073?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/6526687851637058073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=6526687851637058073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/6526687851637058073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/6526687851637058073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2009/02/useless-efforts.html' title='useless efforts?'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-2164006818877753510</id><published>2009-02-17T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:07:41.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curhat'/><title type='text'>to love ur self</title><content type='html'>I'm blessed dengan kekayaan gereja yang ada, di mana pengampunan bukan sekadar pengampunan. Di dalam bilik ruang pengakuan dosa, ada sosok yang menghibur dan menasehati. Aku senang karena bisa mengatakan I'm sorry Lord secara spontan bukan dari dalam diri saja. sama seperti bila aku bersalah pada seseorang, lebih afdol rasanya kalau aku ucapkan maaf kepada orang tersebut agar dia benar benar tahu bahwa aku menyesal dan bukan karena penyesalan dalam hati saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi setelah tgl 15 kmarin aku mempertanyakan suatu nasihat yang diberikan oleh fr.gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;dia berkata kalau penyesalan dan hal yang aku perbuat itu mencerminkan bahwa aku kuarang mencintai diriku sendiri. Yah, kadang aku merasa bahwa aku tidak di sukai, tidak diterima. Dan dia bilang bahwa perasaan itu boleh berasal dari refleksi penerimaanku terhadap diriku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu aku bertanya dan sampai sekarang masih merenungi, bagai mana caranya aku mencintai dan menerima diriku apa adanya?&lt;br /&gt;apa yang menyebabkan aku begini?!&lt;br /&gt;terlalu self-less..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi mungkin dengan begini aku bisa semakin berbenah diri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-2164006818877753510?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/2164006818877753510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=2164006818877753510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/2164006818877753510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/2164006818877753510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-love-ur-self.html' title='to love ur self'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-6706204855480450665</id><published>2009-01-15T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:06:04.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manis Asem Asin Ramai Rasanyaaa..</title><content type='html'>seblom baca: please note kalo gw nulis ini out of the blue.. mungkin karena saking kelamaanya gax blog-ing go blog goblok!! dan berkabut d luar sana yg bikin gw nyanyi bring back my sunny to me yang pada akhirnya gw inget lirik asliny yaitu birng bak my bonny to me yang diajarin sama bu Sandra yang nota bene mamanya Banda pas gw sd dulu yg ternyata akhirnya dia sekluarga nyasar ke sini itu.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;intinya memang ngalor ngidul gax nyambung.. tapi.... kebanyakan flashback nih &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di kamar ku yang penuh kebahagiaan karena terletak satu penyokong kenikmatan dunia yang paling menghanyutkan: tempat tidur, dan hadirnya  gerak kehidupan di kotak elektronik: tv n laptop, tertempel satu karton warna pink (yay!) with my pictures all over it (bukan brmaksud narsis ye). Ada foto pas TK, pas maen ke Bangka, sama my cousins, pas maen drama, pertama kali ketemu pak konjen di semester pertama di douglas, dan terlebih foto bersama my cintaS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuh rasanya kangen berat, dan bener aja kata orang-orang kalo masa SMA itu masa yang paling dikangenin. Padahal pas waktu SMA I argued kalo masa SMP kayaknya leih berksan deh. yah maklum aja SMA nya aja blom lulus.. gmana mo bilang SMA paling yahud?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... karena foto-foto ini membuat gw kangen super with my cintaS..&lt;br /&gt;NO! bukan karena gw kesepian di sini.. I'm surrounded dengan teman2 yang nyokong gw dan sayang gw.&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not gonna compare temen!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimanapun gw sekarang punya kehidupan gw sendiri, lingkaran gw sendiri, atmosfir yang berbeda, dan begitu juga dengan temen2 gw di Indo.. I'm still holding on.. cielahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know..&lt;br /&gt;some friends boleh jadi cuman numpang lewat&lt;br /&gt;some may be your at-that-moment-click&lt;br /&gt;tapi ada juga yang nggak tau kenapa&lt;br /&gt;walaupun lo jauh dr each other, jarang ngomong (karena waktu dan mahalnya int sms), jangankan ketemu&lt;br /&gt;somehow you still feel connected..&lt;br /&gt;like you're siblings with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna treasure this kind of friendship, kalo mungkin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emang ada apa sih sama masa SMA gw?! wah buanyakkk kali!&lt;br /&gt;dari cerita cinta monyet anak sma, punya girls click, temen mudika gw yng bikin satu buku tebel kalo gw critain semua.. dll. Mungkin kalo suatu hari gw bisa menulis tanpa jadi puisi akan gw ceritain satu2 dr yg gw inget.&lt;br /&gt;kadang semua itu jadi bahan gw nangis, ketawa, mengibur diri pas gw lagi low..&lt;br /&gt;well of course Jesus is still my #1 source of happiness loh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaaaayyy.. tunggulah aku di Jakartamuuuu tempat labuhaaan semuaaaa mimpik(m)uuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua gax akan stay sama&lt;br /&gt;not me&lt;br /&gt;not you&lt;br /&gt;not our surroundings&lt;br /&gt;PASTI dan harus berubah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp kalo masih tinggal persahabatan kita&lt;br /&gt;semua akan sama dibalik yg berbeda itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus berita Maya mo sidang (ato udah may?!) buat gw mikir... gw kapaaaannn?!&lt;br /&gt;aaahhh... sepertinya MAU menyesal saja gw ambil dikit2 dan summer off..&lt;br /&gt;tp nasi sudah menjadi bubur.. yg penting nantinya lulus dengan gemillang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amiiinn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat maya.. sist lo maen k sini dong udah lulus2an.. sedihnya gw gax bsa attend ur wisuda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. after this gw musti bsa FOKUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOOOSSHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all me dears&lt;br /&gt;yg di BSD.. yg di Vanc..&lt;br /&gt;all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-6706204855480450665?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/6706204855480450665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=6706204855480450665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/6706204855480450665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/6706204855480450665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2009/01/manis-asem-asin-ramai-rasanyaaa.html' title='Manis Asem Asin Ramai Rasanyaaa..'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-6242791763595423707</id><published>2008-11-30T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:39:25.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magnificent / Timeless Beauty: Calla Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Calla Lily&lt;/span&gt;. Bunga favorit ku yang dalam bahasa cinta bermakna the magnificent beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Bunga perayaan kerajaan Roma, sampai bunga pemakaman. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bunga yang hadir dan menjadi gemerlap di musim dingin yang gelap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga suka dan duka ini punya seribu alasan untuk bertengger di deretan paling atas dari daftar bunga-bunga yang aku suka. Ada banyak sekali macam bunga di dunia ini yang tak kalah indahnya. Tapi aku percaya kalu seseorang menjadikan sesuatu sebagai hal terfavoritnya, pasti ada alasa khusus di balik itu. Entah dari segi estetika, reepresentassi diri atau memori mendalam yang mengiringi hidup orang tersebut. Begitu juga aku. Aku punya alasan khusus kenapa aku begitu jatuh hati pada bunga ii sampai aku ingin menjadikanya buket bunga di pernikahan ku nanti nama tengah dari anak gadisku, mugkin tato di tengkuk ku, bahkan sebagai bunga di saat aku pergi menghadap Bapa ku di surga nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasanku sederhana, bahkan terkesan tidak signifikan tapi sangat berharga dalam hidupku.&lt;br /&gt;Inilah kesan dan kenanganku, boleh dibilang my repressed memori. Krena aku masih sangat merindukan Oma, bahkan menyalahkan diriku atas kepergiannya (walaupun bukan salahku) dan mungkin karena menyalahkan diri sendiri dan sedih aku seperti tak ingin terkenang kejadian-kejadian ini. kejadian mana dan penuh cinta namun telah pergi dariku. aku benci kehilangan mangkanya aku lempar jauh-jauh meskipun hangatnya tak pernah redup. Mungkin karena terlalu lama aku pendam, memori ini tak 100% benar dan sesuai apa yg terjadi saat itu tp inilah yg kupunya yang terkesan padaku.&lt;br /&gt;Inilah alasanku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, sewaktu aku kecil, aku mempunyai orang kesayangan yang lebih aku sayang dari orang tuaku sendiri. Maklumlah dulu aku adalah seorang anak yang selalu membangkang, tak pernah puas bahkan merasa tak disayang oleh mama papa ku yang selalu sibuk. Sebagai anak kecil yang mencari perhatian, aku punya seorang pelarian: Oma dari mamaku. Oma sangat sayang padaku. aku bahkan mengaduh padanya, menelponya saat kesepian atau menangis karena aku dimarahin tanteku yang tinggal bersama kami. Oma selalu mengabulkan permintaanku. Entah itu kado natal, kado ulang tahun, segala permohonan yang tidak dikabulkan atau takut aku sampaikan kepada orang tuaku selalu aku sampaikan pada Oma, dan dengan penuh cinta kasih Ia selalu mengabulkannya untukku.&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kali aku nginep di rumahnya di Kelapa Gading, aku diajaknya jalan-jalan ke mall. Aku dan Oma naik angkot berdua, berkeliling mall dan membelikan aku es yg berwana ungu/biru yang sagat aku suka di mall itu. Aku tidak ingat namanya tapi rasanya selalu ada bersamaku. =) Oma sangat sayang padaku dan aku sangat dimanjanya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat dulu aku yang sangat nakal merasa tidak dicintai dan dimarahin terus leh orag dewasa di rumahku. Lalu ku menulis surat keluhan kepada omaku dan enggubar bahwa betapa oma adalah satu-satunya orang yang benar-benar sayang padaku. lama setelah aku beranjak dewasa, keitka aku mama dan keluarganya membereskan barang oma setelah Ia dikubur, aku menemukan suratku yang tak berharga itu tersimpan rapih di lemarinya. Saat aku menemukan surat it hatiku hancur dan merindukan oma lebih dan lebih lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat juga saat aku TK, pada saat perayaan hari Kartini, ku mendesak ingin memakai pakaian daerah Minag Kabau/Padang. daerah asal mama dan oma. Padahal pakaia itu jarang isa ditemukan, tidak seperti kebaya yang di mana-mana pati ada. Karena mama adalah wanita karir yang sibuk, seingatku Oma lah yang bersusah payah encarikan baju itu untukku.&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa aku sangat bangga pada kebudayaan Minang Kabau. Padahal ke sana pun aku belum pernah. Sambil menulis blog ini aku jadi teringat dan terkagum begitu cintanya aku pada ke-Padang-an dalam darahku. ketika aku SD ada ujian menyanyi lagu daerah. And what a surprise kalau aku tidak memiih lagu Padang. Aku memilih lagu Kampuang Nan Jauah di Mato, walaupun aku bisa menyayikannya, aku tetap meminta Oma untuk mengajariku, lalu menerjemahkannya padaku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku punya temperamen yang tak baik. dan sering kulemparkan pada Oma. Aku waktu itu sakit dan uring-uringan. Tapi aku punya PR mencongak yang aku benci dari buku Matematika 'Cerdas Tangkas' yang lebih kubenci lagi. aku tau kalau aku tidak menyelesaikannya aku pasti dapat masalah di rumah ataupun di sekolah. Om ku tidak mau membantu, kalau pu iya aku menganggapnya asal-asalan. Sambi uring-uringan dan menangis, melempar temperamen ku ke setiap orang di rumah, aku mengeluh akan PR ini. Akhirnya, Oma ku lah yang mengerjakan PR ku untuk menenangkanku. walaupun jawabannya tidak 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat percakapan ku dengan oma di telp. menceritakan semua padanya, memintanya menyimpan rahasiaku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat Oma memarahi tante karena telah memarahiku. She was my superhero saat itu. Aku merasa ada yg mendukungku! =)&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat sekali kalau Oma ada di rumah ku, kita akan duduk dan menonton film India. ya! drama India yang khas dengan sari dan tarian hujan dan tiangnya. Aku sampai tergila dengan sari. aku ingat sekali kalo oma ngefans sama Amitabh Baachan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat aku suka duduk di sofa, mencabuti uban di dekat pelipisnya sambil mendengarkan kisah hidupnya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat tulisannya yg miring-miring.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat saat iya memasakan sup iga kesukaanku, mebuatkan popcorn untuk ku dan sepupuku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat saat tanganya mulai bergetar waktu mengangkat sendok saat makan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat saat tengah malam itu, ia berlari ke kamar mandi karena muntah, tapi aku tak bangun dari tempat tidurku padahal aku sekamar dengannya, malah aku mengeluh karena piyama kesayanganku rusak karena muntahannya&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa saat itu aku tak sadar warna muntahnya tak sama dengan orang normal? mengapa walaupun aku belum mengerti aku tidak melakuka yg seharusnya aku lakukan? Kenapa aku tidak membangnkan mama untuk membantu Oma? prasaan bersalah ini sempat menghantuiku bertahun-tahun. Bahkan aku menimpan fotonya jauh-jauh agar tak dapat aku ihat.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat beberapa hari setelahnya ia dilarikan ke rumah sakit. tak lagi berdaya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat aku kakak dan adikku sendirian di rumah, sementara yang lain di rumah sakit. kami di kamar mama berlutut dan berdoa supaya Tuhan mau menjaga Oma.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat saat aku bangun papa masuk ke kamarku menggantungkan baju warna hitam dan berkata kalau hari itu aku harus memakainya. Aku bingung dan takut saat itu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat saat aku harus berbalik saat peti matinya ditutup&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat saat kami harus mampir untuk cepat-cepat makan di McDonald Thamrin. hari itu lebaran. aku ingat ada awan kelam menaungi kamu sementara pengunjug yang lainya datang dengan wajah ceria dan penuh perayaan. aku benci mereka saat itu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat di kebun rumah oma ada melati yang kalau mekar selalu dipetik dan menghrumkan rumahnya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat melati adalah kesayangan Oma bahkan kalau kami ke makamnya hanya melati dan air melati tanpa mawar lah yang kami tabur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukan melati kesayangan Oma yang aku pegang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi Lily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karena Dialah Listiani Hanafi. Oma Lili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekuntum bunga pencerah di hidupku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lili, seperti lili yang ditunjuk Oma saat iklan Lily Kasoem terpampang di layar kaca TV yang menyela acara hiburan kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yah, itu seperti nama Oma. katanya. lalu terlihatlah sekuntum calla lily warna putih di sebelah kaca mata yg dipromosikan itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she was the magnificent beauty who never failed to shower her love. she is the timeless beauty who will stay forever in the my mind and my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid of these memory, to be honest, but I'm glad that now I could atually face it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's my reason, She's my Lily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/STOhrxl9T3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5NewvJL0sPQ/s1600-h/white_calla_lily.1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/STOhrxl9T3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5NewvJL0sPQ/s200/white_calla_lily.1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274737361999974258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-6242791763595423707?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/6242791763595423707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=6242791763595423707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/6242791763595423707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/6242791763595423707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/11/magnificent-timeless-beauty-calla-lily.html' title='The Magnificent / Timeless Beauty: Calla Lily'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/STOhrxl9T3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5NewvJL0sPQ/s72-c/white_calla_lily.1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-3118043068797492831</id><published>2008-11-30T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:20:08.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I was asked to act in a crying scene. Those who knew me from the past will probably think that it was just a piece of cake for me who was (or still am?) such a cry baby. However, surprisingly the tears would not come that easy. I listened to sad songs, I went alone to my friends' room trying hard to recall all my sadness that would likely make me cry. It didn't happen. No matter how hard I tried with whatever technique I know, the tears wouldn't come out! not even  a drop of it! Then I thought, how strange it was. Could it be that once someone went through a hard situation that has made he/she literally cried his/her lung out then they won't cry that easy anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you grew stronger from there? or Is it because your emotion just die after?!&lt;br /&gt;or is it because the thing that I recalled in my head were not strong enough to make me cry?&lt;br /&gt;or I have had enough crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could such thing happened i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;I'm having this thought not because this isn't a good thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering about the mystery of being a human with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/STON1LtGFrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0v17P6QO7AE/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/STON1LtGFrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0v17P6QO7AE/s200/tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274715533395498674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears that flow and strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Tears on the lowest point of your life will make any other hardship seems so small..&lt;br /&gt;Tears from a bunch of reasons, representing a bunch of emotions that brings another bunch of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears, make us human! that's what I think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-3118043068797492831?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/3118043068797492831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=3118043068797492831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/3118043068797492831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/3118043068797492831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/11/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/STON1LtGFrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0v17P6QO7AE/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-9209868914316568632</id><published>2008-11-30T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:52:56.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SunFlower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/STOJgvL8YCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CQw_Nl-D0Co/s1600-h/sun-flower_3314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/STOJgvL8YCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CQw_Nl-D0Co/s200/sun-flower_3314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274710784096362530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, seblom aku jatuh cinta pada calla lily, hatiku terpaut pada sunflower.&lt;br /&gt;Bunga yang ceria namun bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;bunga yang selalu mendambakan sang matahari, mengikuti ke mana pun si matahari pergi.&lt;br /&gt;namun ketika sang surya pergi iya pun layu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin i should not be that harsh to the sunflower that i used to love,&lt;br /&gt;karena meskipun ia layu dan menunduk sedih&lt;br /&gt;harapanny menanti tak pernah layu sampai sang surya gemilang itu kembali menyapa&lt;br /&gt;terus begitu seperti kasih yang tak sampai&lt;br /&gt;sampai pada waktunya ia merunduk dan mati..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-9209868914316568632?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/9209868914316568632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=9209868914316568632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/9209868914316568632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/9209868914316568632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunflower.html' title='SunFlower'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/STOJgvL8YCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CQw_Nl-D0Co/s72-c/sun-flower_3314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-7793047149458827878</id><published>2008-11-09T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:49:18.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love stars gazing</title><content type='html'>"bintang itu sperti cinta yang jauh dan mungkin tak tergubris. bintang adalah cinta dari masa lampau tapi tetap ada dan membawa kelegaan di malam yang pekat. kecil,hampir tak terlihat, tp indah dan membawa rindu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear stars high above,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you? sudah lama aku tak menyapa mu. Padahal aku bisa dibilang semakin bisa melihat mu dari ketinggian ini. Maafkanlah aku. bukannya aku tak rindu, tapi aku malubertemu mu dengan aku yang sekarang.bagaimana perjuanganmu? sudah lelah kah engkau berjang merobek pekatnya malam?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rindu kalian bintang-bintang ku yang manis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulai dari saat waktu itu... wktu aku melhat hujan bintang di suka bumi,&lt;br /&gt;sampai saat yg dulu tp serasa kemarin itu&lt;br /&gt;saat aku membisikanmu sebuah jawaban yang harusnya aku utarakan langsung kepada dia. Sekarang aku menyesal kenapa aku harus membungkam dan berkata "kamu tanya aja sama bintang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku tau bintang, kau akan selalu memegang rahasia ku&lt;br /&gt;semua perasaan yang tak pernah kuungkap&lt;br /&gt;semua hanya ada bersamamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada yg pernah bilang&lt;br /&gt;kalau sinarmu itu datang dari masa yang lampau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baguslah, tolong kau simpankan itu semua untukku..&lt;br /&gt;dan biar nanti aku melihat mu dengan sejuta rindu yang cuma bisa kulampiaskan padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bintangku, tolong temani cinta yang bahagia&lt;br /&gt;karna aku tak bisa menemaninya..&lt;br /&gt;dan biar kau sampaikan salam hangat&lt;br /&gt;dan jagai terus kisah itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanti, ketika aku kembali menyapamu..&lt;br /&gt;aku tu kau akan hadir dengan salam yang sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan untuknya, cintaku aka selalu hadir bersama ternangnya bintang,&lt;br /&gt;sapalah bintang saat kau rindu aku&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walopun i dont understand soal rasi bintang blablabla&lt;br /&gt;stars gazing will be my favourite thing to do forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my dears with whom i stars gazed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bukan letaknya untukku tapi maknannya*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-7793047149458827878?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/7793047149458827878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=7793047149458827878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7793047149458827878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7793047149458827878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-stars-gazing.html' title='i love stars gazing'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-5562229165037832011</id><published>2008-11-08T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:00:39.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers a toi!</title><content type='html'>ok i admit i that i was shocked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you all the happiness in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm being sincere here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. just need sometime&lt;br /&gt;to digest all that extra things that they've shared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to worry i won't bother you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird that i feel the way i feel now&lt;br /&gt;no the way i thought i would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;pleeeaasseeee be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-5562229165037832011?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/5562229165037832011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=5562229165037832011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5562229165037832011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5562229165037832011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheers-toi.html' title='cheers a toi!'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-2101257719713838985</id><published>2008-10-26T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:58:00.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smooch to myself</title><content type='html'>i have a long list,&lt;br /&gt;bear with me..&lt;br /&gt;it's the time when i can proudly tap on my own shoulder&lt;br /&gt;and say..&lt;br /&gt;good job med!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i donated blood&lt;br /&gt;- and u thanked God for the opportunity to help others&lt;br /&gt;- i joined the debate at the consulate&lt;br /&gt;- prayed before it started&lt;br /&gt;- and actually got the second place&lt;br /&gt;- went to PNE for the first time&lt;br /&gt;- rode the HELLavator and actually had fun&lt;br /&gt;- rode the wooden coaster.. it was awsome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me so proud and happy..&lt;br /&gt;nothing can let me down.&lt;br /&gt;not even my stupid feelings and assumptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today i have conquered my self..&lt;br /&gt;for  have control over my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm loved by the true love&lt;br /&gt;that i should not be afraid of loosing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's His&lt;br /&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;You can take whatever away from me&lt;br /&gt;or give whatever for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am growing up more and more&lt;br /&gt;from what i've been through&lt;br /&gt;from everything that has happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning and hopefully becoming better&lt;br /&gt;and choosing what's best for my growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for I am the precious daughter&lt;br /&gt;whom He will never leave alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you God for letting me grow&lt;br /&gt;in the most beautiful pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Thank You God For Everyhting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Med. I'm proud of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NITE J, I love youuu soo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-2101257719713838985?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/2101257719713838985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=2101257719713838985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/2101257719713838985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/2101257719713838985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/10/smooch-to-myself.html' title='smooch to myself'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-7758693461118908039</id><published>2008-10-02T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:01:07.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>h e l p</title><content type='html'>Tuhan tolong aku&lt;br /&gt;ini bukan aku&lt;br /&gt;semua kata yang keluar hanya cerca dan amarah saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan tolong aku&lt;br /&gt;aku tak tahu mau ke mana lagi&lt;br /&gt;sungguh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika aku harus menyimpan semua ini&lt;br /&gt;sendiri saja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahkan orang yg paling ku andalkan&lt;br /&gt;mengeluh padaku&lt;br /&gt;"kamu kan yang paling kuat di antara kalian ber 3"&lt;br /&gt;jadi gapapa ya ** push kamu dan crita bgini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak Tuhan..&lt;br /&gt;aku nggak bisa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu beban ini harus ku buang ke mana?&lt;br /&gt;dan tak bisa mulut ini bicara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadinya aku harus simpan yg ku hadapi&lt;br /&gt;plus yang aku harus dengar&lt;br /&gt;sendiri saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang tersisa dari diriku&lt;br /&gt;bukan lagi aku yang dulu&lt;br /&gt;yang percaya&lt;br /&gt;yang kuat&lt;br /&gt;yang tau bagaimana harus bersikap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang ada hanya aku yang pecah&lt;br /&gt;aku yang penuh amarah&lt;br /&gt;dan tak bisa hadir di tengah yang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan tolong aku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-7758693461118908039?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/7758693461118908039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=7758693461118908039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7758693461118908039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7758693461118908039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/10/h-e-l-p.html' title='h e l p'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-1256927054767993187</id><published>2008-09-22T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:55:46.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cerita ini hanya untuk diriku saja</title><content type='html'>hopefully it's really the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku gax pernah punya arti apa-apa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di mata kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya kan?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jadi untuk apa aku ngejalanin semua ini?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanya untuk memuaskan&lt;br /&gt;rasa yang menyiksa saja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanpa alasan&lt;br /&gt;tanpa kejelasan&lt;br /&gt;tanpa maksud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang hanya aku yg ingin tau&lt;br /&gt;dan kamu hanya seperti kamu&lt;br /&gt;dengan hidup yang tak terguncang..&lt;br /&gt;tak seperti duniaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karena kamu tak pernah melihat ke arah ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, aku &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak akan pernah lagi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mencoba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih untuk permainan&lt;br /&gt;yang hanya aku yang memainkan&lt;br /&gt;dan mengetahui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terima kasih&lt;/span&gt; untuk kenangan ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku tak punya waktu untuk rasa ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya aku harap kau bahagia dengan cara mu hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aku takut dan aku tak mau melontarkannya tapi mungkin ini saatnya?! mungkin lelah ini sudah membukit?! mungkin aku takkan pernah tau?! tapi apa boleh buat.. aku takut.. tapi biarlah ini semua apa adanya karena semua ini harus segera:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah selesai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-1256927054767993187?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/1256927054767993187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=1256927054767993187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/1256927054767993187'/><link rel='self' 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enough with the compromising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have put my self on the line&lt;br /&gt;with no reason&lt;br /&gt;with blur vision&lt;br /&gt;with fear&lt;br /&gt;and no more than a drop of hopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe the next time you see me&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a little too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for I'm tired of all these!&lt;br /&gt;need not more for explanations? do you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i have move forward&lt;br /&gt;but you glide back and forth&lt;br /&gt;with no sense&lt;br /&gt;and only hurts&lt;br /&gt;not sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's time to me to back off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of this game&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing by my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too confused of my self and you&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long for my wait&lt;br /&gt;I can't fool my self anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so should I take a bow now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because nothing can convince me anymore&lt;br /&gt;not even you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-3916237236945945480?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/3916237236945945480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=3916237236945945480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/3916237236945945480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/3916237236945945480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-knew-it.html' title='i knew it'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-5327003523949671418</id><published>2008-09-08T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:29:09.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me a good cook in life</title><content type='html'>Kadang kala, oh buat saja peryataan barusan menjadi setiap kali, hidup jauh dari pengertian manusia yang selalu mempertanyakan alasan realita kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin dinamika kehidupan layaknya berbelanja bahan makanan.&lt;br /&gt;Semua bahan-bahan kehidupan terkota-kota sesuai jenisnya. Wortel dengan wortel, bayam dengan bayam. Semua terlihat monoton ketika berada dalam kategorinya sendiri. Tidak mengundans selera karena belum diolah, belum ditata, belum disiapkan dengan seksama, dibuang dari kulit luarnya yang kadang menutupi keindahan dan nikmatnya sebuah bahan, dan belum dipertemukan dengan bahan yang saling mendukungnya.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jikalau kita adalah koki yang handal dalam arena hidup ini, kita akan tahu bagaimana cara memilih bahan-bahan yang sesuai dan paling bermutu. Kita akan tahu bagaimana cara mengolah, memasak, dan menata bahan-bahan tersebut agar ketika semuanya dipersatukan, kita akan memperoleh hidangan yang mengubah selera. Sebuah hidangan yang menggiurkan dan sedap dipandang dan dirasakan, seperti seharusnya hidup seperti itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang pertanyaannya?&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana cara menjadi koki handal dalam hidup ini?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-5327003523949671418?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/5327003523949671418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=5327003523949671418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5327003523949671418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5327003523949671418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-me-good-cook-in-life.html' title='Make me a good cook in life'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-5474009167751187976</id><published>2008-09-03T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:54:04.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the cursed day</title><content type='html'>aku nggak bisa bilang apa-apa lagi&lt;br /&gt;seperti biasa otak ku dan hati ku memang gax pernah sejalan&lt;br /&gt;dan itu adalah kenyataan yang harus aku terima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah..&lt;br /&gt;kenapa aku lakukan semua ini?&lt;br /&gt;bukannya aku sudah lelah?&lt;br /&gt;bukannya aku tak ingin lagi berharap?&lt;br /&gt;bukannya aku benci dengan kenyataan yang ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kenapa aku selalu ingin bermimpi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin bersembunyi&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku tak ingin pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebaiknya kamu buat sesuatu secara tulus. jangan karena kata orang begini&lt;br /&gt;kata orang harus yang ini. kata orang lebih baik begini&lt;br /&gt;sampai kapan kamu mau seperti ini terus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan sampai kapan aku akan seperti ini terus?&lt;br /&gt;aku seperti mengejar orang yang telah berpaling&lt;br /&gt;pergi&lt;br /&gt;dan tak menoleh kembali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katakan ini benar biar aku jatuh dan sadar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu yang aku senang hari ini&lt;br /&gt;aku melihat bintang jatuh&lt;br /&gt;dan membisikan mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;semoga dibawanya ke alam mimpi itu pula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat malam&lt;br /&gt;mungkinkah selamat tinggal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin selama kau bahagia&lt;br /&gt;aku tak lelah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun miris meringis hati ini&lt;br /&gt;entah mengapa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-5474009167751187976?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/5474009167751187976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=5474009167751187976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5474009167751187976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5474009167751187976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/09/cursed-day.html' title='the cursed day'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-8450336806277086064</id><published>2008-08-26T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:21:44.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mantra</title><content type='html'>ijinkan aku mengumbar mantra mantra tak berguna ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika matahari terik&lt;br /&gt;sungguh air laut menyejukan dan mendinginkan kepalaku&lt;br /&gt;namun dingin yang menghanyutkan ini membawaku semakin jauh dari daratan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ketika aku mulai mencari jejak ku yang pasti&lt;br /&gt;tetesan air laut yang masih menempel di raga ini&lt;br /&gt;meraung ingin dikembalikan&lt;br /&gt;membuat kenyataan dunia ini lebih dinigin dari permainan yang tadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angin sepoi terasa seperti badai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pun berdiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanpa tau mana yang lebih nyaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau lebih baik aku jatuh mati saja diantara keduanya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-8450336806277086064?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/8450336806277086064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=8450336806277086064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/8450336806277086064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/8450336806277086064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/08/mantra.html' title='mantra'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-3895128398859269272</id><published>2008-08-16T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:50:30.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>si beo</title><content type='html'>Aku benci orang yang menyelesaikan kata-kata ku&lt;br /&gt;karena mereka tak bisa membaca pikiranku&lt;br /&gt;ini cerita ku&lt;br /&gt;bukan punyamu&lt;br /&gt;biarkan aku menyelesaikan kata-kataku&lt;br /&gt;karena ini otaku&lt;br /&gt;dan tak kubagi bagimu&lt;br /&gt;jangan seperti engkau mengenalku luar dalam karena&lt;br /&gt;tidaklah kau mengenalku sedikitpun&lt;br /&gt;jadi jangan membuatku membencimu&lt;br /&gt;kaena kamu yang berpura-pura dekat&lt;br /&gt;namun membnci ku pula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku punya mulutku&lt;br /&gt;aku punya otakku&lt;br /&gt;aku punya caaku&lt;br /&gt;kau tak tahu satupun itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan samakan aku dan kamu&lt;br /&gt;dan jangan sekali-kali memaksaku sepertimu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-3895128398859269272?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/3895128398859269272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=3895128398859269272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/3895128398859269272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/3895128398859269272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/08/si-beo.html' title='si beo'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-4501323226593354453</id><published>2008-06-08T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:33:26.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08 06 08 -- 21 and happy</title><content type='html'>just in case u don't know me..&lt;br /&gt;today is my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;damn yeah! I turned 21 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertamanya aku pikir, setelah masuk dunia angka 2 puluhan itu tidak ada yang harus dirayakan.&lt;br /&gt;Biar saja hari peringatan kelahiran itu sebagai suatu pertanda biasa yang mengatakan bahwa aku harus semakin dewasa dan semakin bertanggung jawab. sudah itu saja, aku pikir.&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa aku sangka, mereka yang aku sayangi dan menyayangi aku&lt;br /&gt;berpikir lain. Ini adalah hari yang harus aku rayakan! Hari special yang akan aku kenang untuk selamanya. Setahun yang lalu aku ingin sekali singgah di Denny's Restaurant untuk makan gratis di hari ulang tahunku. tapi sayangnya rencana itu gagal. Setelah berdiskusi dengan teman-teman baik ku, rencananya aku akan makan di sana tahun ini dengan mereka. Hanya aku dan 'kita'&lt;br /&gt;Sudah cukup bagiku bahwa mereka mengingat hari ini dan mendoakan yang baik untuk ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini terasa biasa. Aku harus menginap di rumah teman ku supaya bisa pergi subuh untuk melakukan tugas. setelah itu aku dan salah satu temanku berkeliling downtown, melahap japadog yang enak, dan setelah gagal meminta gratisan, menyikat dua scoop mondo gelato, lalu kami pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorenya kami harus kembali lagi ke downtown untuk menjalankan misi makan di Denny's. mobilnya di parkie agak jauh, aku pikir ini karena mereka ingin memakai sisa ticket parkir. ternyata aku dupasangkan rangkaian bunga pink dan mahkota mainan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku harus berjalan ber blok-blok dengan tatap mata beraneka yang mengikuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di sana. ada sekitar 30 orang menunggu sambil bernyanyi happy birthday! sungguh aku terharu! bahkan Fr. edwin pun hadir!&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh sesuatu yang mengingatkan dan membahagiakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun sesudahnya aku harus berjalan dengan berbuntut balon, menjinjing kado2, berprajurit yang menggangu keramaian dengan tak hentinya bernyanyi happy birthday, dengan berbagai reaksi dari para pejalan kaki di jalan itu, aku bahagia!&lt;br /&gt;perayaan 21 tahun yang seperti acara anak 12 tahun ini mengingatkanku. Aku boleh bertambah umur dan belajar menjadi dewasa, tetapi dengan mereka aku masih bisa bersenang-senang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak lagi yang tak bisa aku ungkapkan sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih ku tak akan pernah cukup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to: Tasia, LV, Ronny&lt;br /&gt;to make all these happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan untuk semua,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-4501323226593354453?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/4501323226593354453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=4501323226593354453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/4501323226593354453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/4501323226593354453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/06/08-06-08-21-and-happy.html' title='08 06 08 -- 21 and happy'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-4915238994189007754</id><published>2008-06-04T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:21:27.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same ?</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" -- Corrine Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember this lyrics from Corrine's song: put your records on. It's a nice catchy song that I like a lot, but somehow that specific line really goes against my super complicated mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, a bunch of things happened in these 2 or 3 years that has caused me the lost of my-so-called 'memories' or to be exact: my pictures from the day I started my journey away from home. Those pictures really mean a lot for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a kind of person who is and will always be emotionally attached to things&lt;/span&gt;, and in this case the things were the photographs from the past.&lt;br /&gt;My previous laptop was stolen, my external hard drive was crashed, my CD in which I burnt files of pictures is gone, and so on. The point is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no memories left, no track of the past&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have this urge to bring those memories back. I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; want to see what my past looked like&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to regret it, cry over it&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want to see what has changed over those years and what hasn't&lt;/span&gt;. Anyhow, last night I accidentally browsed my long forgotten space on MSN. Guess what I found there? couple of pictures that I posted there, and luckily I could manage to download it to my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I found pictures from my past relationships, pictures with friends who are not around here anymore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pictures that remind me of who I was back then&lt;/span&gt;. I started to compare my life now and back then. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I started to realize how much I have changed&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I used to be so resistant to changes, if y'all know what I mean. I used to think that people should be the same forever, no friendship should be torn apart, no goodbye should ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away from the debate of how look now compared with how I looked years ago, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I now understand that should never be stuck in the past&lt;/span&gt; by whatever means there is. I know I have changed A LOT! and I have to be proud of it! I may need to be back to the less chubby version I was, but I don't need to be the old me even though I miss those times sooooo muuch!&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; have changed for I have learned a lot from life&lt;/span&gt;. therefore, I'm telling you my friends that if you feel that things seem to change, then they never do stay the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what is left to do is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let go&lt;/span&gt;. Let go of the thoughts that I should have been the same old me to feel the same happiness I've had.  Let go of my rotten past that has been eating me alive, keeping me from blooming.&lt;br /&gt;I know deep down inside,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I still want some things to happen all over again. But when It ended, it really stopped there&lt;/span&gt;! I don't need to beg. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If some thing is meant to be, then it will have a brand new beginning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We all change over time and we can never go back! all we need to do is don't look back and move forward&lt;/span&gt;. There I said it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is yet to come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now that I have talked the talk, I have to walk the talk&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I know you are better than that! and stronger than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have to learn to let go and be who you are today for you are who you are today by the grace of God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You may look back only to mimic the good!&lt;br /&gt;but sure you can try your best to look better than you were in 2005! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to anyone who cares&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say that in 4 days before I'm turning 21 yo and I've found the way to maturity. I'm sure I'm getting there with the help of my dearest life, friends, family, and last but not least my super GOD!&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell me that I ain't no good! I could be wise/intelligent/independent/sweet (&lt;-these are not mine, they're Janet Mumford's opinion of me) if you know me enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-4915238994189007754?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/4915238994189007754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=4915238994189007754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/4915238994189007754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/4915238994189007754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-things-seem-to-change-more-they.html' title='The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same ?'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-5117610738881497339</id><published>2008-05-03T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:25:11.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>berdiam sendiri</title><content type='html'>Aku ucapkan salam kepada hasrat yang menyapa&lt;br /&gt;tanpa mendatanginya&lt;br /&gt;dan merengkuhnya dalam rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berikan salamku pada sang rindu&lt;br /&gt;yang selalu mengusik nadi ini&lt;br /&gt;ingin ku simpan jadi bagian nyawaku&lt;br /&gt;namun ingin ku tuangkan agar tak mendidih dalamku lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku hantamkan cemburuku&lt;br /&gt;pada sesuatu yang telah lama aku tinggal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku kibaskan harapku&lt;br /&gt;tanpa pernah melepas genggamnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada akhirnya&lt;br /&gt;aku bisikan hatiku&lt;br /&gt;pada dirimu yang tak mendengar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-5117610738881497339?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/5117610738881497339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=5117610738881497339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5117610738881497339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5117610738881497339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/05/berdiam-sendiri.html' title='berdiam sendiri'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-7201552692869232411</id><published>2008-04-27T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:00:23.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jerk and jerkette unite!</title><content type='html'>go die u jerk and jerkette&lt;br /&gt;berani2nya bertingkah berlakon&lt;br /&gt;seakan kau seorang comblang sejati&lt;br /&gt;padahl belati kau sembunyikan di balik punggungmu!&lt;br /&gt;fake!&lt;br /&gt;kau sudah mempermalukan etiket panggung!&lt;br /&gt;tak seharusnya kau berlakon di dunia nyata&lt;br /&gt;apalagi berlagak dan mempermainkan perasaan orang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh jerk and jerkette unite..&lt;br /&gt;what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;ne pas ma probleme!&lt;br /&gt;so just go and die useless bastards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-7201552692869232411?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/7201552692869232411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=7201552692869232411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7201552692869232411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7201552692869232411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/04/jerk-and-jerkette-unite.html' title='jerk and jerkette unite!'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-897975634201302105</id><published>2008-04-22T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:33:10.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku mau apa?!</title><content type='html'>suatu sore aku pergi ke sebuah toko desserts ternama di kota: True Confection.&lt;br /&gt;aku senang sekali dengan cheesecake pada hari itu ada dua: white chocolate cheesecake with 3 berries sauce atau tiramisu cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;Pertamanya hatiku bilang tiramisu, tapi setelah ku pikir lagi aku pilih pilihan pertama. dan setelah pilihan ku datang, aku menyesal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin hidup seperti ini juga, kita sering membuat pilihan yang setelahnya kita sesali.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau soal memilih cheesecake mungkin kita bisa kembali lagi dan mengganti pilihan kita.&lt;br /&gt;tapi bagaimana dengan hidup?!&lt;br /&gt;apakah kita bisa mendapatkan second chance semudah datang kembali ke tko desserts?!&lt;br /&gt;dan apakah hidup akan menunggu kita?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-897975634201302105?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-2807776115888337384</id><published>2008-03-25T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:02:12.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOATHE VANCOUVER !</title><content type='html'>Kenyataannya adalah: aku tak pernah bisa menjaga sesuatu yang kusayangi&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tak pernah bisa melontarkan apa yang sebenarnya aku rasakan&lt;br /&gt;dan yang ada hanya tampilan yang aku sendiri benci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyataannya adalah: aku selalu menyakiti semua yang dekat dengan ku, dengan duri landak yang aku punya, hanya mereka yang telah menjadi nadiku lah yang mengerti. Sedangkan yang lain pergi menjauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyataannya adalah: aku sendiri! dan ini bukan tempatku! setelah yang aku percaya pergi, aku tak tau lagi ingin bicara pada siapa?&lt;br /&gt;semuanya berbicara dibelakang?&lt;br /&gt;semuanya meringis&lt;br /&gt;semuanya membenci&lt;br /&gt;tak ada cinta yang murni&lt;br /&gt;semuanya berlakon&lt;br /&gt;semuanya tak mau kalah&lt;br /&gt;semuanya beradu&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana aku percaya cinta murni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyataanya adalah: semua yang mengusik ini hadir setelah aku berada di kota Indah namun tak kunjunng henti mendung ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan semua itu menjadikan aku bisu&lt;br /&gt;dan menyendiri, padahal bukan aku lah itu!&lt;br /&gt;dan aku semakin tak merasa disambut di kota ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena aku selalu sendiri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-2807776115888337384?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/2807776115888337384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=2807776115888337384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/2807776115888337384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/2807776115888337384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-loathe-vancouver.html' title='I LOATHE VANCOUVER !'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-4378246539018892684</id><published>2008-03-11T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:46:21.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Margaretha H Joseph, the woman who I call.....everything!</title><content type='html'>Med: Ma kenapa? nangis ya?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: enggak kok!&lt;br /&gt;-after a few mins later and after I asked her kazillion times-&lt;br /&gt;Mom: yah.. Mama capek aja -sob-&lt;br /&gt;Med: Ya udah cerita aja la ma, kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Med: oh.. cari coklat ya abis ini! kalo gax ada minta Mami Juwi coklat ato permen!&lt;br /&gt;harus ya Ma!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Hey, Med. Lagi apa?&lt;br /&gt;Med: Mooomm... -crying like crazy-&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Kamu kenapa? -bingung- Ada Coklat gax sama kamu? Makan coklat gih, tapi satu aja ya!! =)&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she is my mom!&lt;br /&gt;and yes!&lt;br /&gt;we talk like we're bestfriends, because&lt;br /&gt;She IS my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't have to ask again&lt;br /&gt;because Yes,&lt;br /&gt;She is my life coach!&lt;br /&gt;And her comforting words, her funny attempts to make me smile again work kazillion times better than all the sweets I can find to make me feel better again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and super yes!&lt;br /&gt;She is my hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I LLLOOOOOVVVVEEEEEEE her to the very bits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-4378246539018892684?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-1556134687528117193</id><published>2008-02-02T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:32:07.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blublublub</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;ketika mulut terkatup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;dan hati tak bersama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;yang ada hanya tanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;dan silakan salahkan aku jika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;inilah yang kurasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;namun katakanlah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;kadang hati dan otak tak sama bicara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;tapi aku lelah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;dan jangan salahkan tangis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;karena tanpa jawaban.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;ini aku dan kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;atau aku atau kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;atau hanya kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;pilihlah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-1556134687528117193?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-1477304942785872729</id><published>2008-01-27T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:52:05.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing with my self</title><content type='html'>ajari aku langkahmu&lt;br /&gt;atau aku kan hanya menari sendiri&lt;br /&gt;berikan aku tuntunan mu&lt;br /&gt;atau hanya hilang dan tak tau arah&lt;br /&gt;kita di sini&lt;br /&gt;seakan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;namun penuh sesak insan&lt;br /&gt;dan bila sejenak saja&lt;br /&gt;kau lepas genggam ini&lt;br /&gt;sungguh dapat terpisah tanpa jejak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajari aku membawamu&lt;br /&gt;dengan derap langkah yang aku punya&lt;br /&gt;akan kah kau ikuti dendangku?&lt;br /&gt;atau menegurku saat ku tak seirama dengan mu?&lt;br /&gt;jangan biarkan aku&lt;br /&gt;menari sendiri&lt;br /&gt;karena ini adalah antara&lt;br /&gt;kau dan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajari aku&lt;br /&gt;tunggu aku&lt;br /&gt;tuntun aku&lt;br /&gt;dengar aku&lt;br /&gt;dan&lt;br /&gt;menarilah bersamaku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-1477304942785872729?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/1477304942785872729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=1477304942785872729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/1477304942785872729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/1477304942785872729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/01/dancing-with-my-sef.html' title='dancing with my self'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-6438065174950969064</id><published>2008-01-21T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:08:11.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ducks and seagulls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;aku ingin bertanya kepada mereka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;yang berenang bersama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;di danau yang masih setengah beku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;karena musim dingin belum lah usai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;apakah kalian hangat karena bersama ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;ataukah kejamnya dingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;membuat kalian kedap terhadap air danau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;yang masih saja menusuk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;aku ingin bertanya kepada mereka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;yang sudah melayang tinggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;walaupun langit musim semi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;belum juga tiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;aku sudah mencium ia semakin dekat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;namun masih dari kejauhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;tapi apakah kalian begitu rindunya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;pada langit biru dan aroma hangat musim semi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sehingga angin yang mengombang-ambingkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;dapat kalian pungkiri hadirnya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;di letak manakah daripada langit dan danau yang luas itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;dapat kau katakan indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;saat masih ada kelabu yang menggigil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-6438065174950969064?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/6438065174950969064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=6438065174950969064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/6438065174950969064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/6438065174950969064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/01/ducks-and-seagulls.html' title='ducks and seagulls'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-2290672767639584883</id><published>2008-01-17T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:28:09.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>what did u do when i need u to listen to me?!&lt;br /&gt;where are you when i need you the most?&lt;br /&gt;i understand ur needs and i shut my self up&lt;br /&gt;why u care so much bout anything else about me but how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;did u really pay your attention to me when i need u?&lt;br /&gt;not that i crave for it&lt;br /&gt;it's just&lt;br /&gt;i need it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying my best to understand u n ur situation&lt;br /&gt;r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngacoo berat...&lt;br /&gt;gax enak badan&lt;br /&gt;gax enak mood&lt;br /&gt;ah alasan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-2290672767639584883?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/2290672767639584883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=2290672767639584883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/2290672767639584883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/2290672767639584883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-8909564446084503558</id><published>2007-12-29T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:09.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R3YQ5pDuIpI/AAAAAAAAADc/Rb7_j5WF7e0/s1600-h/mom+n+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R3YQ5pDuIpI/AAAAAAAAADc/Rb7_j5WF7e0/s200/mom+n+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149321806404788882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;almost a month ago, waktu di the viners, kalungku putus, dan liontin hati yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; almost gax pernah lepas itu hilang, dan belom ada kabar sampai sekarang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bukan aku mau mempermasalahkan sebuah perhiasan kecil, tapi makna dari kalung itutersendiri  yang tadinya selalu menemani lalu sekarang tak ada -lah ,yang membuatku merasa sangat kehilangan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;setiap kali aku berdoa aku pasti megang2 liontin itu dan tanpa sadar, menurut teman-temanku yang lain, kalau aku nervous atau takut atau apapun aku pasti memegang liontin itu.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wah ternyata cewek memang super emotional ya..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a small thing can means a lot..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;like in my case.. that heart shaped pendant represented my Mom's heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;secara mom gave that necklace sebelom aku mo brangkat k Vancouver..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so sometimes when I'm lonely or sad, ato lg berdoa it was always there..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tp sekarang gax ada..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i know my mom's heart and prayer selalu sama aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and i know i can always pick up the phone and call her&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;cuma sth missing..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;itu aja.. apa lagi saat2 super lonely like this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;uuhh.. sedih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-8909564446084503558?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/8909564446084503558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=8909564446084503558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/8909564446084503558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/8909564446084503558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/12/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R3YQ5pDuIpI/AAAAAAAAADc/Rb7_j5WF7e0/s72-c/mom+n+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-8466876406997900840</id><published>2007-11-29T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:36:09.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Permintaan Seorang Putri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;maaf bagi yang telah aku janjikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sepertinya aku memang gax bisa lepas dari puisi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;v_v semoga hanya sekali ini saja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yah memang hanya my roomie, mel-c, dan kalau sempat k buf dan rnet saja yang sepertinya membaca.. semoga kalian mengerti.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Permintaan Seorang Putri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dikerajaan tak jauh dari relungku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;seorang putri melontarkan pintanya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aku ingin pangeran berkuda putih yang hanya untukku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tak apa kalau pangeran putri-putri lain juga menunggang kuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tapi aku ingin seorang pangeran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yang bisa menjagaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bukan hanya aku tapi juga hati ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;karena lah ia harta ku yang berharga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yang aku bisa ajak berbincang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;meski aku terlihat bodoh&lt;br /&gt;dengan segala tanya ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yang bisa mendendangkan ujarnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;saat ku lelah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;saat ku jenuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;saat ku sedih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yang mau mendengarkan ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tapi juga bisa menasehatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;karena aku mau pangeran ku menjadi yang terbaik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yang tak jenuh mengingatkanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dan tak meninggalkan ku di tengah hutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dengan segala tanya merasuk mersama angin malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;aku kan menunggu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tapi ketika aku lelah menunggu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dan pergi sejenak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;semoga ia tak lari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dan ganti menungguku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin pintaku tak hanya satu&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku berjanji&lt;br /&gt;untuk tak pernah melepasnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau ia benar ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-8466876406997900840?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/8466876406997900840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=8466876406997900840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/8466876406997900840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/8466876406997900840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/11/permintaan-seorang-putri.html' title='Permintaan Seorang Putri'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-1830672520787257007</id><published>2007-11-28T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:15:11.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sekedar mela-cur (melakukan curhat) disaat tak berfungsi dg baik</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Inilah derita menuju akhir semester. Sementara paperku yang super panjang itu belum terselesikan. Sisa-sia penyakit ternyata masih hinggap di badan. Mungkin hasil dari tidak tidur 3 hari berturut-turut dan nafsu makan berkurang drastis. Hari ini aku kedatangan teman yang tidak menyenangkan, penyakit yang paling aku benci. Setelah memaksa diri makan, akhirnya aku muntahkan juga sore harinya. Sungguh menyiksa. Dan setelah dipaksa dan dibuatkan bubur oleh room mate ku, aku pun makan, namun termuntahkan lagi. yah akhirnya aku makan bubur itu lagi dan sampai sekarang menahan diri untuk tidak memakannya. Seluruh badan ku seperti di cengkram seekor raksasa. Benar-benar hilang konsentrasi. Dan hebatnya aku sekarang mulai panik. room mate ku menyuruh aku untuk segera tidur, tapi apa daya semua harus terselesaikan malam ini. Aku ingin sekali menyeduh kopi untuk menahan kantuk dan lelah yang keterlaluan ini, tapi daripada aku masuk rumah sakit nantinya, aku urungkan erat-erat niat ku itu. Oh, satu lagi yang membuat ku sedikit kehilangan kosentrasi dan mellow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;the crazy lilttle thing i'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;sebuah permainan soal rasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;aku tak ingin bertanya tapi haru menunggu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;terima kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;aku lelah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mungkin memang bukan saatnya aku mencari?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;tapi aku rindu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;naahh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-1830672520787257007?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/1830672520787257007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=1830672520787257007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/1830672520787257007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/1830672520787257007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/11/sekedar-mela-cur-melakukan-curhat.html' title='sekedar mela-cur (melakukan curhat) disaat tak berfungsi dg baik'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-3113233634772076791</id><published>2007-11-25T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:09.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanya muntahan kejenuhan</title><content type='html'>sejenak aku benci sekolah..&lt;br /&gt;aku senang membaca buku. Sungguh sebuah buku dapat menggugah aku sampai aku terkagum terhadap sejarah dan karya bumi.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku benci assigned readings.&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci harus menulis berlembar-lembar refleksi terhadap karya orang lain denggan berjuta-juta aturan. Dari mana mereka tahu kalau yang aku pikirkan sejalan atau tidak?&lt;br /&gt;sejenak akan aku muntahlan kejenuhan ini. Aku ingin bebas dan tak terikat. Mungkin seharusnya aku menjadi seorang artist saja. mungkin menulis, mungkin berlakon, mungkin bermusik.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0p2I1lVktI/AAAAAAAAADU/DTM9k2AAcNk/s1600-h/openbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0p2I1lVktI/AAAAAAAAADU/DTM9k2AAcNk/s200/openbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137048219164185298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun harga sebuah seni masih di bawah harga pasar. Dan ijazah seakan menjadi permadani ajaib yang bisa membawa jiwa tersesat kembali ke jalurnya: the white/blue collars' world.&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba aku ingin menjadi seperti Sapardi Djoko Pramono atu Guruh Soekarnoputra yang kata-katanya begitu megah. Mungkin ada yang tak mengerti, tetapi tak ada aturan yang melarang segala interpretasi dan rasa terhadap karya mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! sudahlah. hidup ini harus sesuai dengan realita *meski aku tak habis pikir apa saja yang membentuk realita ini* mangkanya sekarang aku harus kembali kepada realita yang punyaku ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-3113233634772076791?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/3113233634772076791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=3113233634772076791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/3113233634772076791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/3113233634772076791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/11/hanya-muntahan-kejenuhan.html' title='hanya muntahan kejenuhan'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0p2I1lVktI/AAAAAAAAADU/DTM9k2AAcNk/s72-c/openbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-584083064069078959</id><published>2007-11-23T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:52:35.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone please lend me your ears</title><content type='html'>: never say never, got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ini mungkin seperti landak&lt;br /&gt;dekati saja aku sedikit&lt;br /&gt;maka perlahan duri-duriku akan bergerak&lt;br /&gt;tanpa merasakan apa yang datang&lt;br /&gt;dan mengapa mereka berani mendekatiku&lt;br /&gt;semoga aku tak melukai siapapun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ini mungkin seperti landak&lt;br /&gt;yang bila kau cabuti duriku&lt;br /&gt;kesakitan aku&lt;br /&gt;dan  mati karena ketakutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh aku tak tau bagaimana&lt;br /&gt;hidup seekor landak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah mereka juga mencinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk dia yang kusakiti tanpa padahal hatiku sungguh mengasihi..&lt;br /&gt;untuk dia yang terluka karena lukaku menumbuhkan duri&lt;br /&gt;dan takut kembali maka ku berikan duri..&lt;br /&gt;ampuni aku yang menyakiti..&lt;br /&gt;aku tak bermaksud begitu&lt;br /&gt;hanya saja aku ingin tapi tak bisa dan tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana menghadapi kau yang tetap di hati&lt;br /&gt;aku begini dan terus begini&lt;br /&gt;padahal aku tahu  otak, hati dan lidah tak pernah sejalan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-584083064069078959?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/584083064069078959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=584083064069078959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/584083064069078959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/584083064069078959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/11/someone-please-lend-me-your-ears.html' title='someone please lend me your ears'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-7100756402858423354</id><published>2007-11-21T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T15:16:17.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this could be love~</title><content type='html'>can you recall a song with this line:&lt;br /&gt;' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I simply remember my favorite things. And then I don't feel so bad&lt;/span&gt;'..&lt;br /&gt;yep.. lirik lagu 'My Favourite Things' dari film jadul nan berjaya sepanjang segala abad amin "The Sound of Music"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena hari ini aku super gax enak badan.. *pala puyeng, badan lemas, perut mual, panas-dingin*&lt;br /&gt;aku jadi tergelitik untuk bikin the list of a few of my favourite things.. dan kenapa aku suka mereka semua..&lt;br /&gt;gax tau sukses apa tidak, ato malahan jadi melantur dan gax beres..&lt;br /&gt;let's try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love starring at starry night *love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;*, gax tau kenapa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strawberry &lt;/span&gt;since i err.. elementary sch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt;.They're bright and warm. trus banyak yang wangi-wangi dan keren-keren bentuknya ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt; (and friends) and my dad bought me a stuffed pooh when he was out of Indo and it became my favourite stuffed toy ever since... and that was the time when he told me I was his favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white calla lily&lt;/span&gt;, just because one day I watched a Lily Kasoem commercial *ada yg inget iklan kaca mata ini gax*with my favourite late granny and Lily was her first name *oh, i miss her soo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;violin&lt;/span&gt; because my mom wanted the three of us to master at least one instrument.. dari situ aku sukaaa sekali dan penasaran sama yang namanya musik &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oldies&lt;/span&gt; (like 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Moon River, etc) because the lyricsnya honest sekali. Dan melodinya gax lekang dimakan waktu *unlike today's Pop music*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Love - Fumiya Fujii &lt;/span&gt;soundtracknya Ordinary People. aku nonton ini sama my sister dan waktu smp/sma penasaran bgt sama lagunya. Baru berhasil ketemu recording lagu ini pas sma, thanks to Ronald Martun ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/span&gt;. film lama ini sooo romantic. dan karena ini I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/span&gt;, anggun bgt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that I love chocolate. but honestly.. aku gax terlalu suka coklat. tapi karena mama love dark coklat sooo much. aku jadi maksain diri ikutan suka. tp belakangan aku baru jujur lagi sama diri sendiri *hehehe* coklat itu kadang asem! so i'm really picky bout chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jazz&lt;/span&gt;. influenced by errr. *lupa* tp sekarang jazz jadi soundtrack in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. tp aku pikir semua orang *semua cewek khususnya* suka pink.karena mau beda, aku nyari warna baru: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biru&lt;/span&gt;. trus pas kamar mau di cat, warna cat kamar yang aku pilih ketuker sama warna pilihan si kakak: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hijau&lt;/span&gt;! sampe bete dan nangis gax karuanan *i picked light sky blue!*. yah apa boleh buat, jadinya i learned to love the new colour of my room*dan jadi trademark dari sd sampe lumayan lama*. sekarang i love tiga2 nya. Tp mungkin aku harus jujur lagi kalo i do love Pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt;. waktu masih super kecil aku diajak mama nonton musicalnya Grease di salah satu hotel di Jakarta. padahal belom ngerti bahasa Inggris tapi udah kesemsem sama lagu yg 'tell me more tell me more' dan Grease jadi nyantol di memory sampe sekarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;writing Poems&lt;/span&gt;. This is the reason why I started this blogger. biasanya kalo aku cerita/ataw punya uneg2 pasti jadinya puisi. sekarang lagi mencoba untuk menulis dg gaya beda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. itu sebagian dari list of medz' favourite things&lt;br /&gt;tp kok i don't feel better yah?&lt;br /&gt;sepertinya besok harus ke dokter nih ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-7100756402858423354?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/7100756402858423354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=7100756402858423354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7100756402858423354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7100756402858423354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-could-be-love.html' title='this could be love~'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-3259558648361492998</id><published>2007-11-19T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:10.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE goofy side of me~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;After those grumpy days, now I declare victory over sadness et all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0H_RllVkhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SIc79i4uq9M/s1600-h/P1020642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0H_RllVkhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SIc79i4uq9M/s200/P1020642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134665727790649874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;haha~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;elah lama bergumul dengan diri sendiri, dan semedi tentang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;semua perasaan yang mengaduk-ngaduk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ternyata the goofy side of me mampu mengobati semuanya!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hanya dengan usaha kecil untuk mem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;buat diri tersenyum &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;walaupun itu artinya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mempermalukan diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sendiri di depan kaca,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;makan ice cream tengah malam, tapi kalau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;semua usaha itu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bisa membuat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; diri kita tersenyum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lagi, bersemangat lagi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0IBWllVknI/AAAAAAAAACk/D2eEpHUMeVU/s1600-h/P1020655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0IBWllVknI/AAAAAAAAACk/D2eEpHUMeVU/s200/P1020655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134668012713251442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;kenapa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ak? ya kan?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tidak ada yang salah dengan semua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yang terjadi dalam hidup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;karena semua itu adalah proses beajar. Kalau kita gax pernah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;membuat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;kesalahan, lalu kapan kita sadar kalu kita sebenarnya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;gax sempurna dan butuh orang lain untuk membantu kita?&lt;br /&gt;toh dengan jatuh kita belajar berdiri lalu terbang. Dan luka-luka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yang membekas menunjukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; usaha kita. Lalu kalau kita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0IJhllVkqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Tgu8w2jlHpQ/s1600-h/P1020663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0IJhllVkqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Tgu8w2jlHpQ/s200/P1020663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134676997784834722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sudah di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;atas semua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;luka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; itu ak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;an kita pigura dlam rangka mengenang &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;kebangaan masa lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dan, tidak ada yang salah dengan mereka semua yang memakai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1001 topeng,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; karena kita pun begitu. Aku cuma punya satu prinsip: selama mereka gax menyakiti aku dan aku gax menyakiti mereka, artinya topeng-topeng itu masih layak di pakai.Hidup itu memang penuh lakon. Aku hanya benci dengan mereka yang tak tahu di mana mereka harus melakon. Jangan bermain-main &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dengan topengmu karena hatimu bukan dari baja. cuma itu yang &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bisa aku bilang untuk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sekarang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hati yang percaya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0IAeFlVkiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i7no0QBM4KM/s1600-h/P1020651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0IAeFlVkiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i7no0QBM4KM/s200/P1020651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134667042050642466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hmm.. ini masih sedikit susah si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;h. Tapi ketika a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;memutuskan unt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;uk percaya pada seseorang, ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sanya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;aku bisa &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bercerita segala kepada mereka. sahabat dan cinta apakah bisa serupa?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hmm.. gax tau deh! ^^. Kalau dulu ada sinetron "Siapa takut jatuh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;?" aku akan semangat mengacungkan tangan! kenapa? karena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;takut disakiti, takut menyakiti, takut mencinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; lalu kehilangan. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;memang seperti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;kalah sebelum berperang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0IJillVkrI/AAAAAAAAADE/oPs_kX4Bgac/s1600-h/P1020653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0IJillVkrI/AAAAAAAAADE/oPs_kX4Bgac/s200/P1020653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134677014964703922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tapi gimana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lagi dong? aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;elum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tahu apa yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bisa menyembuhkan penyakit ini. Mungkin aku masih kurang percaya.. Yah bagaimana pun aku seperti manusia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yang punya rasa, untuk sekarang aku simpan dan aku khianati dulu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tampaknya! mungkin akan sampai ada y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;g bisa benar2 meyakinkan aku!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sekarang yang penting aku tidak harus takut jatuh! *uuhh susahnya!*. mungkin yang kita butuh hanya kesempatan kedua untuk membuat semuanya kembali ke relnya. Tapi aku hanya bisa menunggu kesempatan itu dianugerahkan. It's just not me kalau aku harus memohon. *keras kepala nya mulai keluar* &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lalu aku harus mulai lagi dari mana?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hmmm.. dari mana pun semoga my goofy side bisa membantu &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mencerahkan suasana hatiku! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-3259558648361492998?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/3259558648361492998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=3259558648361492998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/3259558648361492998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/3259558648361492998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/11/goofy-side-of-me.html' title='THE goofy side of me~'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/R0H_RllVkhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SIc79i4uq9M/s72-c/P1020642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-5794400000593695273</id><published>2007-11-12T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:16:29.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to all mind reader wannabes</title><content type='html'>I've told this kazillion times to my friends: I HATE MIND READER&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. who has those kind of super power? no one!&lt;br /&gt;then, why would you pretend that you know me, act like you know how i do things? or what will i do? or even pretend that you all know the reasons of my acts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know what i like and it might be different from your likeness standard.&lt;br /&gt;but please respect our differences and you don't have to mock what i like cause u simply don't understand what it's all about, do you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know&lt;br /&gt;and you don't want to know because you just don't care&lt;br /&gt;all you care about is thing that defines you! and we who different cant be as good as you are!&lt;br /&gt;so just back off, mind your own craps, don't pretend like you know me or try to read me!&lt;br /&gt;and stop talking behind people's back! if you need to confront sth just say it straight on my face! bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FREAKING ASK! or CONFIRM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumble*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-5794400000593695273?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/5794400000593695273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=5794400000593695273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5794400000593695273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/5794400000593695273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-all-mind-reader-wannabes.html' title='to all mind reader wannabes'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-7427291410151280643</id><published>2007-11-10T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T16:09:36.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O H   D E A R  G O O D N E S S  ! !</title><content type='html'>this is too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper-research-draft-paper-proposal-readings-meetings-string practice-rehearsal-coaching-blablabla~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused, I'm scared, I'm tired! I'M FREAKING OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohoooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey.. now breath!&lt;br /&gt;and re-organize yourself med!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yooosshhh!!&lt;br /&gt;I can nail all of 'em..&lt;br /&gt;*one by one*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD HELP MEEE~&lt;br /&gt;*uugh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-7427291410151280643?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/7427291410151280643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=7427291410151280643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7427291410151280643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/7427291410151280643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-h-d-e-r-g-o-o-d-n-e-s-s.html' title='O H   D E A R  G O O D N E S S  ! !'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-6546081074527695509</id><published>2007-11-01T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:41:20.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Thing in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm not ashame to proclaim that I'm in absolute awe of the greatness of my God! He's so special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aku kira aku telah kehilangan tenaga untuk mencari kembali yang hilang. Namun aku salah. dengan satu sentilan Mr. JC up there bisa mengubah semuanya. I witnessed His amazing work!! dari hal kecil-kecil yang terutama terjadi pas SHB kemarin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Karena kasih dan karya roh kudus, anak-anak mudika berkeliling, dengan erat berpegangan tangan dan berdoa tanpa henti demi menjaga seorang teman yang sedang struggle untuk semakin dekat dengan Yesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Karena kebaikan-Nya, penyembuhan terjadi, dan yang paling indah adalah rekonsiliasi! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*for someone if you by any chance get to read this: I'm proud of you! and I'm sooo glaadd that I did say sorry to you. aku bener2 believe and happy for you that God spoke to you and me that night! we're really friends again now [tanpa ada ganjelan yang tanpa kita sadarin udah nyakitin kita]! yay! oh no! we're even bro n sis in God rite?! n_n kamu bukan failure in my past but a lesson that i'm so glad it happened! hugs!! ^^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;memang benar kalau "hate is easy, Love takes courage" tapi semua tidak ada yang mustahil bagi Dia. Ternyata walaupun kita gax pernah nyangka bahwa suatu hal bisa nyakitin kita, Tuhan tau betapa kita ngubur dalam-dalam apa yang kita rasa and put on our tough side. Nggak ada yang bisa berpura-pura kuat di mata Tuhan. sebagaimana pun kita lupa dan nyuekin rasa sakit atau kesalahan kita itu Tuhan sanggup menyadarkan kita dan menyembuhkan kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Segala gifts yang Tuhan kasih lewat roh kudus-Nya hanya titipan tambahan yang membuat kita semakin bertumbuh. Bukan berarti karena kita punya gifts then we're holy, cara pikir itu Salah Total! Tuhan pakai umatnya yang lemah dan memakai kelemahannya itu untuk Dia berkarya. Why? karena Tuhan mo kasih liat betapa sanggupnya Dia melakukan perkara yang besar yang kita sendiri gax sanggup dan tau bahwa itu suatu weakness buat kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dititipkan gifts bukan berarti gifts itu kita yang punya jadi kita terbebani untuk melakukan perkara yang besar demi Allah, melainkan kita harus semakin hari belajar untuk semakin seperti Yesus. Kan namanya dititipi. Kalo Tuhan nggak mau pakai, kita gax bisa buat apa-apa. Kalau Tuhan bilang aku mau pakai kamu dia pasti siapkan kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Inget itu semua hanya titipan, bukan kita yang berkarya tapi Tuhan melalui kita. Kita cuma pelayan-Nya. Jangan tinggi hati karena kamu bisa jatuh! inget kita incapable tapi karena Tuhan mau make kita maka Dia pilih kita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm in awe indeed. Aku sudah menyaksikan betapa orang yang kaku maju ke depan dan joged bahkan mengangkat tangan untuk memuji dan memuliakan Tuhan. yang lebih hebat lagi. Kita sekarang semakin erat. Semakin terasa sebagai saudara yang saling menjaga dan menguatkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tuhan, thanks for your grace! Sekarang aku dan teman-teman makin jatuh cinta sama firman-Mu. Bayangkan anak muda yang biasanya menjadikan alkitab sebagai simbol yang dipajang diberi kerinduan yang begitu besar sampai kayaknya ada yang hilang tanpa membaca alkitab dan berdoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Semoga kita bisa menjaga api yang sedang berkobar di hati kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Segala rasa takut datangnya bukan dari Tuhan. Just remember whay homo said. Dekat dengan Tuhan bukan berarti hidup mulus. shit still happens! Ikut Yesus artinya pikul salib! hanya saja sekarang kita tahu kalo kita gax pernah jalan sendirian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aku sudah menemukan aku yang dulu hilang. Ternyata ini yang dulu aku rasakan. Ternyata ini yang selama ini aku cari lagi. Motivasiku datang lagi! Yay! karena bukan hidup religius yang diubah tapi perlahan-lahan semua aspek diperbaharui! I'm glad to be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know that bakalan banyak tantangan dan cobaan yang mencoba menghalangi langkah towards God. However, I have you guys, I have guardian angels, I have Mother Mary and all the saints and I have my amazing Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that's enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thank You Jesus! You're super AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-6546081074527695509?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/6546081074527695509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=6546081074527695509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/6546081074527695509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/6546081074527695509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/11/greatest-thing-in-my-life.html' title='The Greatest Thing in My Life'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-470119987652024992</id><published>2007-10-25T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:10.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;my mom always said: kamu jangan buru-buru, nanti pangeran kamu pasti dateng nunggangin kuda putih *something that you heard from fairytales* tapi karena mom yang bilang, I simply believe and wait for my prince to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;so, let me scream with A on A... aaaaaa!! *this a on a thingy is inpired by my past relationns with guys whose names are started with A(s), why it had to be A from junior high untill recently? dun ask me, it just happened!* hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;obrolan ringan dengan Ariani mencuat kembali ke udara. Semakin tua dan semakin banyak pengalaman berhadapan dengan cowok, makin panjanglah kriteria untuk menentukan si prince charming. Dalam hal ini aku merasa kalo cewek dirugikan. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;gax terlalu milih nanti dibilang di mana dignity sebagai cewek?! terlalu perfeksionis di bilang picky *I still can hear Mayumi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;s "PICKY" in my head* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa boleh buat?!, I want the best of the best in my life.&lt;br /&gt;apakah itu salah?&lt;br /&gt;lagian it's not only about having a "in a relationship" status.&lt;br /&gt;tong sampah is the word *well not exactly* but he should be a girl's ... *you tell me the list!*&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. pertanyaan ini terus berputar-putar di tempat yang sama!&lt;br /&gt;gax ada jawaban yang pasti, karena semua cewek punya prinsip yang beda-beda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku punya satu lagi pertanyaan:&lt;br /&gt;kan untuk kenal seseorang dibutuhkan waktu seumur hidup?&lt;br /&gt;gimana caranya kita liat quality seseorang dalam waktu cuma ...*i dunno*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo...&lt;br /&gt;cowok-cowok jangan buru-buru..&lt;br /&gt;kalau memang niat just show me the true you&lt;br /&gt;*geez i never knew that I could rhyme!* =)&lt;br /&gt;dan jangan pernah nebak dan mengira-ngira isi hati kedua pihak karena cewek itu mahluk sup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;er kompleks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my picky-ness is not a big problem rite?!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;just be respectful and be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yuhuuuu buruan dateng atuh! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyGTDZ0YAjI/AAAAAAAAABo/KB9Gsn0lApA/s1600-h/G-021-prince-charming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyGTDZ0YAjI/AAAAAAAAABo/KB9Gsn0lApA/s200/G-021-prince-charming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125539537603789362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;for my prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;charming on his white horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;maaf dari tadi melantur... tutup mata dan tutup kuping saja asala hatimu masih terbuka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-470119987652024992?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/470119987652024992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=470119987652024992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/470119987652024992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/470119987652024992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/10/picky.html' title='Picky!'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyGTDZ0YAjI/AAAAAAAAABo/KB9Gsn0lApA/s72-c/G-021-prince-charming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-565233755072123043</id><published>2007-10-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:10.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;This is my confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyF1nZ0YAiI/AAAAAAAAABg/_FB2pFdwhJ8/s1600-h/P1020319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyF1nZ0YAiI/AAAAAAAAABg/_FB2pFdwhJ8/s320/P1020319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125507170730246690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm losing my motivation in many things, well obviously I'm losing my motivation to go to school and to study. I know I'm guilty but I also know that there's something going on inside me that has hindered me from being me, if you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Like today, I skipped my 4 hours Humanism Seminar, I came in late to the most boring lecture and I took pictures of the lecture note. Yap, I did that! I literally took pictures of my professor hand writing on the projector. I didn't bring my laptop and I'm just too lazy to write down everything he wrote with that horrible handwriting. I know I shouldn't have done that, but I feel I'm better than those who sat down in the lecture hall but doing nothing, not listening nor jotting down some notes, but playing with their freaking laptops. At least I got to hear what he said and saved the notes he gave us. Thanks to Armellie for the idea of capturing Fionna's note with her cell phone. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is only an example of how I have lost my motivation and I'm telling you now that have thousands of alibi to defend my self. I'll say that I can't focus on many things at a time. I'll say i need a boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ahahahaha~ so cheesy, eh? *I'll talk about this one later on my upcoming blog*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;no matter what I have done, I really need to find my motivation back and I need to figure out how or else my life will be a total mess! HELP~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-565233755072123043?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/565233755072123043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=565233755072123043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/565233755072123043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/565233755072123043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost-motivation.html' title='The Lost Motivation'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyF1nZ0YAiI/AAAAAAAAABg/_FB2pFdwhJ8/s72-c/P1020319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-2540239480674490119</id><published>2007-10-24T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:11.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse from My Old School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This summer 2007, instead of enjoying the warmth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyBAOJ0YAfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u1DTi95iaoM/s1600-h/P1000920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyBAOJ0YAfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u1DTi95iaoM/s200/P1000920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125166987845566962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;of Vancouver's sun and laying down on the crowded English Bay waiting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the annual celebration of light to start, I went back to Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This short visit brought some sweet and sour memories to live. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today, I was re-organizing my pictures' folders and I was mesme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;rize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;d by the ghost from the past and now I feel that my head is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; tampered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;by some questions that keep on coming every time I see some nostalgic stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyBAsp0YAgI/AAAAAAAAABE/crThmJuN6mU/s1600-h/P1000924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyBAsp0YAgI/AAAAAAAAABE/crThmJuN6mU/s200/P1000924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125167511831577090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;what makes memories alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;why do the keep on haunting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;shall we not remember what had happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;or shall we be captivated by the wonders of our memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;when will it die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;where are the people in these memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;are they thinking what I'm thinking when they see this old school slide show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;well, you might think that I'm stupid or even retarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyBBAZ0YAhI/AAAAAAAAABM/aKFerg1HtX8/s1600-h/P1000927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyBBAZ0YAhI/AAAAAAAAABM/aKFerg1HtX8/s200/P1000927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125167851133993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; by r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ising these questions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but  honestly, all I'm doing is wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;g how can we cherish every moments happened in o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e place?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;like these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; photographs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;how many years of my youth can they bring back into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;life just by seeing them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;they as important for my school mates as they are for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;can we c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;herish these memories together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;or shall it die as time runs away from us?&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/5431533244429380746-2540239480674490119?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/2540239480674490119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=2540239480674490119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/2540239480674490119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/2540239480674490119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/10/glimpse-from-my-old-school.html' title='A Glimpse from My Old School Days'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyBAOJ0YAfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/u1DTi95iaoM/s72-c/P1000920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431533244429380746.post-8831533200835261563</id><published>2007-10-24T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:09:19.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pikir-ku'/><title type='text'>Secangkir Kopi Hangat dan Segelas Air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyAOpp0YAaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FaTSB6mz7SM/s1600-h/coffecup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyAOpp0YAaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FaTSB6mz7SM/s320/coffecup1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125112484710580642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aku terkejut betapa nikmatnya aku menengguk secangkir kopi dengan anggunnya. Maksudku, aku tak pernah terpikir bahwa secangkir kopi hangat dapat terasa nikmat dan istimewa bila diminum sedikit demi sedikit. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Biasanya aku merengkuh paper cup berisi kopi komersil dan melangkah dengan terburu-buru. Tak peduli apapun yang kupesan, kopi hanyalah minuman sama seperti air tawar, dan kuperlakukan sama saja.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mungkin sama saja dalam hidup ini. kita terlalu tergesa-gesa menyamai langkah dengan sang waktu sampai-sampai hamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ir tak pernah sempat menikmati waktu hidup yang manis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hal-hal yang sudah menjadi keseharian, sama seperti air putih yang kita minum setiap hari, malah menjadi nikmat karena kita lelah mencari.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mungkin saja udara dingin dan aroma hujan yang membawa kenangan membuat langkahku melambat sejenak dan membuatku merasakan aroma manis dan hangat dari secangkir kopi yang sederhana namun istimewa karena dinikmati dengan hati.                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyAOu50YAbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FHz-A8SowT0/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyAOu50YAbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FHz-A8SowT0/s320/water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125112574904893874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431533244429380746-8831533200835261563?l=strobicheesecake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/feeds/8831533200835261563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5431533244429380746&amp;postID=8831533200835261563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/8831533200835261563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431533244429380746/posts/default/8831533200835261563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strobicheesecake.blogspot.com/2007/10/secangkir-kopi-hangat-dan-segelas-air.html' title='Secangkir Kopi Hangat dan Segelas Air.'/><author><name>Edrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15183002421609228381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30BVIPl3FMI/RyAOpp0YAaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FaTSB6mz7SM/s72-c/coffecup1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
