tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377341802024-03-19T09:52:54.293+07:00promise I'll be kindbut if you can't handle me, better close this tab right away.Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.comBlogger183125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-89164197279791523602011-11-18T18:49:00.000+07:002011-11-18T18:49:13.057+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>I feel like quitting, but I don't know if it's the right thing to do for now.</i></span></div><br />
Cheerio xo <br />
<center><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a></center>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-87631199922504812852011-10-16T18:52:00.000+07:002011-10-16T18:52:09.845+07:00Beginning<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Today, someone has made me speechless again for the gazillion times. But this time, the case is somehow different. And a little bit, ironic :(</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Open the link below, to find out:</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <a href="http://yohanesmarwoen.blogspot.com/2011/10/curuts-blue-story.html" style="color: #3d85c6;">Yohanes Marwan's Blog.</a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">I've never really </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">enjoy the beginning of a new relationship. Well, okay people say it's the "honeymoon phase". Where all you do with your new bf/gf is a lovey dovey thing. <b>It is.</b> But for me it's a tough phase too because in the beginning of a new relationship, I have to learn to accept that new person into my life. I have to get to know him; his background, his friends, and if I'm lucky, his family and past. And I'm the type of person who are very hard to adapt to a new environment :(</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cheerio xo </span></div><center style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a></span></center><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-61756753717601759702011-10-02T20:11:00.000+07:002011-10-02T20:11:34.400+07:00Kutukan Maba<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This is a story based on what I've been observing for the past few months. A little random, but <i>hey</i>, it won't be <b>my</b> blog if it's not containing many random topics.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jadi, as you all know, gue baru aja memasuki dunia perkuliahan, since August 1st. Oh and by the way, I'm taking English Letters Department (Sastra Inggris). It's fun, it's tiring, it's addictive. Kenapa gue bilang adiktif, yaa karena gue baru 2 bulan kuliah aja waktu gue udah bener-bener kesita di kampus. Senin-Jum'at full pagi-sore, cuma hari Kamis aja gue masuk siang. Lainnya, jam 7. Belum ditambah acara-acara tambahan dari ospek fakultas sastra (Jaksa), nanti ada acara jurusan sastra inggris juga, terus pendidikan dasar dari UKM yang gw pilih (Natas) terus kalo gue udah bener masuk Natas, dan ntah ada apa lagi ke depannya. But somehow, all of that is surprisingly addictive. Kalo weekend, gue malah jadi cengo di rumah bingung mau ngapain selain mengejar jam tidur sama yah, kerjain tugas. Tapi kerasanya lamaaaa banget mau Senin lagi.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Oke, that was an introduction.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yang gue maksud dari title post gue ini <b>Kutukan Maba</b>, adalah suatu term yang gue invent sendiri setelah ngeliat dan observasi secara detail lingkungan sekitar gue dari awal gue masuk sampe detik gue nulis ini.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Apa sih Kutukan Maba?</i></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Gue secara pribadi ga ngerasa sih ini bener-bener kutukan, tapi untuk bikin namanya lebih keren aja hahaha. Dan mungkin lo bisa bilang ini kebetulan, tapiiiii kok ke banyak orang? Nah jadi, kutukan maba ini adalah: <i>yang single jadi taken, yang taken jadi single.</i> LOL. That simple, actually. Kenapa gue bisa bilang gitu, yaa karena udah banyaaaaaaak banget temen-temen gue yang dulunya in a relationship, sekarang jadi single. Gue itung-itung udah ada lebih dari 6 yang kayak gitu.<i> </i>Setau gue, belum ada deh temen-temen gue yang dari single jadi taken, kecuali gue sendiri :p</span><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cheerio xo </span></div><center style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a></span></center><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-88846052303256268042011-10-02T15:18:00.000+07:002011-10-02T15:18:52.495+07:00Ottanjoubi Omedetto, Meyiin!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxUAiwqcxyQzNpGo6D3garRyfBpsdh3FF5eCafuhEDSBpp66ueY6F2ZcDfuDKUGdsR57J2cQ_rSFEE10qO5O_0nUGEmkcSXjM6a2w-GaE2SXwbj_b4O88GQm3jYyBvOT4OJtUwjg/s1600/IMG_2870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxUAiwqcxyQzNpGo6D3garRyfBpsdh3FF5eCafuhEDSBpp66ueY6F2ZcDfuDKUGdsR57J2cQ_rSFEE10qO5O_0nUGEmkcSXjM6a2w-GaE2SXwbj_b4O88GQm3jYyBvOT4OJtUwjg/s320/IMG_2870.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHN7OX7wfmQLxCxvYJLuzCjFmiLfHYw2XmsJiWdWI8K9DUJ9RZ_cLMcTVbohDXq9EbNzEC9vEnWPiaQGafZX1oirUL3hcOqngoyTOFzelI65uBx6DNs0wzmXACMpSZD5VjuPrl8A/s1600/IMG_2930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHN7OX7wfmQLxCxvYJLuzCjFmiLfHYw2XmsJiWdWI8K9DUJ9RZ_cLMcTVbohDXq9EbNzEC9vEnWPiaQGafZX1oirUL3hcOqngoyTOFzelI65uBx6DNs0wzmXACMpSZD5VjuPrl8A/s320/IMG_2930.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoQsJa6Oq11nrqiDiYhgiAmJj_QeUa73hW0yq5oi9fnsTF2wad3o25VhV8SvTLU0aCEEBdbYSH0QKeImHfK97v1Oi4sbkDClajvh6MZf7WAlKY0IBPnGd-YmidnexT4wH2YoNzw/s1600/IMG_2859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoQsJa6Oq11nrqiDiYhgiAmJj_QeUa73hW0yq5oi9fnsTF2wad3o25VhV8SvTLU0aCEEBdbYSH0QKeImHfK97v1Oi4sbkDClajvh6MZf7WAlKY0IBPnGd-YmidnexT4wH2YoNzw/s320/IMG_2859.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Setiap tahunnya, umur orang bertambah.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Setiap tahunnya, orang-orang pun akan semakin menuntutmu lebih.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Setiap tahunnya, sekitar mu akan semakin berubah.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Setiap tahunnya, hanya ada 1 yang tidak berubah. Rasa sayang Tuhan, untukmu.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Syukurilah setiap detik, menit, jam, hari, minggu, tahun dalam hidupmu seolah itu adalah saat-saat terakhirmu di dunia.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alhamdulillah... Wa syukurillah...</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8O2ymjH_EzyrYQiNP_d879V1s3RFT5NFvwYuEKdMo3t0OhNqR9DTu-xaOB5ypnktufZP7AjF4ylJaTE2gObcIbyM2o7cdmcYxYHtY97Tass-kk_hxBMtUYzNnjC1jHuZOOvmwg/s1600/IMG_2910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8O2ymjH_EzyrYQiNP_d879V1s3RFT5NFvwYuEKdMo3t0OhNqR9DTu-xaOB5ypnktufZP7AjF4ylJaTE2gObcIbyM2o7cdmcYxYHtY97Tass-kk_hxBMtUYzNnjC1jHuZOOvmwg/s320/IMG_2910.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Kado paling tak terduga</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>M&M: 20110928</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>♥</i></span> </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cheerio xo </div><center style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a></center><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-61973314972272670902011-03-11T14:30:00.001+07:002011-03-11T14:36:36.891+07:00Friendship over lover<div style="text-align: justify;">Bukan mau pamer, ato apapun ya. Saya sekedar bercerita aja, karena toh ini termasuk salah satu momen di hidup saya di mana saya ingin mengingatnya kembali di masa nanti. Makanya saya tulis di sini.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gue punya temen deket cowok, deket banget. Dia selaluu ada kalo saya butuhin, kita pun juga sering pergi bareng bersama 1 sahabat kami (cewek) yang lainnya. Malah kita dulu sering banget pergi bertiga setiap beberapa malam sekali <i>hanya</i> untuk makan ato sekedar ngemil roti/pisang bakar (SAYA CINTA PISANG! :D). Padahal yaa, tempat kita tinggal ujung ke ujung semua! Sahabat saya yang cowok ini tinggal nya di Grogol, yang cewek tinggal di Paun, sedangkan gue tinggal di Cinere. Karena dia cowok yang gentleman, dia sering banget ngejemputin temen gue yang di Paun dulu baru jemput saya (yang notabene rumahnya bukan di Jakarta lagi) dan kembali ke daerah tengah Jakarta untuk nyari makan. Kebayang kan PR nya dia? Tapi dia ga pernah ngeluh.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Awal gue kenal dia pun ngga disengaja. Gue yang waktu itu lagi tinggal di Kemang, tiba-tiba dapet telfon dari sahabat gue yang cewek yang lagi gundah gulana dengan pacar barunya yang errr no komen deh (sekarang mantan). Padahal gue udah siap-siap tidur. Tapi sebagai sahabat yang mencoba bersikap baik, gue pun nge-hayok-in tawaran dia main ke rumah, padahal rumah udah gelap semua pada tidur. Dia pun bilang:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">T: Mel, gue sama temen gue ya cowok</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: Hah? Cowok? Hadeeh, gue malu atuh ga kenal! Gue ga pake beha oi</div><div style="text-align: justify;">T: Yaelah santai, nanti gue kenalin... Pake jaket aja, gue jg ga pake beha cm pake jaket biar ketutupan</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: *bengong* </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Di situ kami pertama kali ketemu, first impression saya <i>"Woh, lucu juga"</i> eh tapi, kita sama-sama berstatus taken waktu itu. Kita ngga ngobrol banyak, karena gue malu trus dia juga ngangkat telfon melulu dan gue lebih fokus ngedengerin cerita sahabat cewe gue.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Setelah malam itu, gue lupa deh gimana caranya tapi akhirnya kita jadi kontak-kontakan. Sampe akhirnya kita pun janjian pergi bareng (tenang, gue minta izin ke pacar gue waktu itu kok. ga kucing-kucingan), terus yaudah kita bertiga jadi sering ngabisin waktu bareng-bareng.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tapi tiba-tiba saya ngerasa janggal sama sahabat yang cowok ini, perlakuan dia ke gue agak 'lebih' gitu. Gue pun nanya ke sahabat yang cewe, apa emang sikap dia begini, tapi reaksinya membuat shock! Karena ternyata dia tidak bersikap begitu biasanya, dan sahabat saya pun jadi bingung juga. Waduh! Gue waktu itu mikir mulai ga beres nih. Sampe akhirnya waktu gue jalan bertiga sahabat cowo gue dan adek gue di Citos, dia tiba-tiba memegang bagian leher gue. Niatnya sih baik, benerin tag cardigan gue, cuma sialnya itu spot lemah gue! Merinding lah gue langsung, dan gue ngerasa agak tersinggung. Gue pun ngomong <i>"Heh! Awas lo pegang-pegang lagi, gue geli tauk!"</i> dengan nada jutek dan tersinggung. Gue pun langsung laporan ke sahabat yang cewe (pengadu banget ya? haha), dia yang dasarnya gampang kebawa emosi langsung emosi beneran dan mencak-mencak. Di situ gue memutuskan untuk mulai ngejauh. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bulan Juli tahun lalu, gue ke Jogja selama 2 minggu. Dan ternyata di situ masalah yang semula mau gue selesein berdua aja setelah gue dari Jogja malah jadi kebahas saat itu juga. Akhirnya terjadilah conference di YM antara gue-sahabat cewe-sahabat cowo-sahabat cewe (dari mereka). Di situ terkuak lah sudah sifat sahabat cowo gue itu. Dia tiba-tiba ngirim sms yang aneh <b>banget </b>ke gue dan sahabat gue, bilang dia sengaja memperlakukan gue kayak begini begitu karena dia pernah trauma sama cewek jadi dia yakin gue pun bakal sama kayak cewek-cewe tersebut. Makanya dia memperlakukan begitu karena dia mau bales dendam. Gue langsung mikir "what the...", cuma karena gue mikir gue ga bisa bantu apa-apa yaudahlah gue cuekin aja. Biarin dia tenang sendiri, karena jujur aja gue pun tersinggung disamain gitu. Gue paling benci disama-samain sama orang lain! #factsaboutmelin</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Beberapa minggu setelah itu dia pun memakai blackberry, dia ngeadd pin gue. Sempat awkward pertama-tama nya tapi lama-lama biasa lagi. Mungkin karena emang dasarnya kita cocok jadi temen, jadi ga bisa tiba-tiba jadi kayak musuh setelah kejadian itu sekalipun. Mulai dari situ kita jadi lebih sering lagi ketemuan, bertiga tentunya gue kapok kalo cuma berdua dan sebisa mungkin menghindari.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kedeketan kita itu, sempet bikin mantannya (yang waktu awal ketemu masih berstatus pacar) penasaran sama gue. Dia pun sampe bela-belain bikin account lain untuk ngestalk gue! BAYANGKAN. Astaga, hidup gue tahun 2010 penuh dengan stalking-an dari cewek-cewek aneh yang masih berhubungan dengan laki-laki yang deket sama gue, ck! Di situ gue langsung negasin ke sahabat gue "Itu mantan lo ngerequest twitter gue mau ngestalk kayaknya, bisa jelasin kenapa? Kalian masih berhubungan deket kah? Gue gamau ribut-ribut, jadi either lo jelasin ke mantan lo ato kita jangan sering-sering berhubungan dulu biar gada salah paham". Sahabat cewe gue pun menyarankan hal yang sama. Tapi ntahlah, gue langsung gamau ambil pusing. Prinsip gue waktu itu "Gue sama dia cuma temenan, ga lebih. Terserah deh lo mau mikir apa", karena sahabat gue itu juga suka cerita soal sifat mantannya.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Okey. Habis sering-seringnya ketemu, suatu hari gue ngerasain yang janggal lagi dari sahabat gue yang cowok ini. Perhatian dia yang 'lebih' lagi. Dia bela-belain ke rumah gue pas gue sakit, cuma untuk ngasih Bread Talk kesukaan gue dan ngga ngasih langsung tapi nitip ke satpam gue. Gw sempet gamau mikir aneh-aneh tapi omongan sahabat cewe gue bikin gue jadi mikir, dia ngga ngelakuin itu buat sahabat cewe gue tapi malah ke gue. Padahal mereka udah sahabatan dari awal masuk kuliah. Pernah juga waktu itu, dia nekat-nekatin ke rumah gue gara-gara sahabat cewe gue butuh sesuatu dari gue padahal waktu itu katanya dia baru aja masuk rumah sakit eh tapi kabur gara-gara udah janji mo dateng ke pesta ultah temennya dan habis dari situ ga istirahat langsung jemput sahabat cewe gue dan langsung ke rumah gue. Padahal itu selama di jalan, sahabat cewe gue nge-BBM gue panik banget bolak balik gara-gara orang disampingnya sering banget hampir mau nabrak orang, kalo ga tiba-tiba supirannya oleng. Ngeri abis! Hasilnya? Gue ngurus dua orang sekaligus! Sahabat cewe gue yang lagi kelaperan dan panik karena ujian, dan sahabat cowok gue yang tiba-tiba demam parah.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dasarnya gue orang yang ga tegaan, dan udah dari kecil pengen jadi dokter (apa hubungannya?) jadi pas tau sahabat cowok gue demam tinggi gue pun langsung bergegas ngekompres dia. Karena tau dia ga bakal mau makan, gue paksa dia untuk sama-sama makan nasi goreng yang udah disiapin pembantu gue karena sahabat gue yang cewe dari di jalan udah ngeluh kelaperan. Eh tapi gue lupa! Sahabat cowo gue ini ga tahan pedes, huaaa maafkan! Akhirnya gue bilang <i>"Ga, udah lo ga usah makan. Mending sekarang kita keluar, kita cari makan yang lo mau"</i>. Sempet dia mau maksa nyupir, tapi gila aja gue belom kawin, eh nikah boi! Masih pengen hidup gue, akhirnya gue paksa gue yang bawa mobil dia. Kita muter-muter, eh ujung-ujungnya ke 711 Lamandau juga -__- padahal gue paling anti ke situ karena males ketemu mantan gue yang sering nongkrong di situ. Dari situ kita langsung balik ke rumah gue lagi, kita pun mikir kayaknya ga mungkin balikin sahabat gue yang cewe sekarang, mending kalo berdua sahabat gue bisa sambil ngawasin kalo-kalo nyupirnya ngaco lagi. Lah kalo udah sendirian dia ke Grogol pegimane?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Malam itu pun mereka berdua tiba-tiba nginep, sahabat gue cowo tidur di sofa depan TV dan sahabat gue yang cewe tidur bareng gue. Sebelum tidur pun gue sempet ngeganti kompres dia (dan sahabat gue yang cewe dengan enaknya udah ngadem di kamar gue), dia pun ngucapin "Makasih banget ya Mel, maaf ngerepotin". Gue cuma bisa diem aja ngangguk. Tapi karena peristiwa ini lah, kita bertiga jadi pecah lagi. Sahabat cewe gue ternyata paginya itu ada UAS (ato UTS?), dan karena tidur kurang dia pun ngerjainnya sambil terkantuk-kantuk. Meledaklah dia, gamau berhubungan dulu sama yang cowok. Hhh, gue cuma bisa mikir yang baiknya aja dan emang kayaknya ga berhubungan dulu lebih baik.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sampe suatu hari akhirnya semua terbongkar. Ternyata si cowok menyimpan rasa ke gue, haaaahh serba salah gue. Gue ngerasa ini aneh, kok bisaaa? Gue kan ngga ngapa-ngapain yang special gitu, sikap gue biasa aja kayak ke orang lain pun gue begini. Tapi, kok bisa? Pas gue memutuskan untuk nyelesein semuanya bareng sahabat cewe tiba-tiba yang cowo menghindar dengan beribu alasan, gue pun jadi males lah, gue mikir udahlah terserah mau nya apaan gue males mikir beginian. Klo emang gamau diselesaiin baik-baik, maaf, tp gue bakal pake cara kasar. Gue pun memutuskan ngilang dari hidup dia. Waktu itu akhirnya sahabat cowok gue tiba-tiba memutuskan ke rumah gue, SENDIRI, bawa surabi pula (apaaa coba hubungannya?). Gue langsung mencak-mencak! Gue udah keburu males, itu udah malem banget, dia cuma sendiri padahal gue mau nya bareng sahabat cewe gue karena gue takut ga tegaan klo cuma berdua, dan waktu itu si Ucup juga kebetulan lagi nginep.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jadilah semua dibahas sama sahabat cewe gue, yang sempet diteriakin sama sahabat cowo gue, tapi trus dia ga nerima dan neriakin balik. Haha sebetulnya gue mau ketawa, tapi ga enak, ini kan gara-gara gue. Jadinya gue bolak balik minta maaf ke sahabat gue yang cewe karena musti terlibat, tapi habis itu bener-bener kita gamau berhubungan apalagi ketemu sama yang cowo. Tiba-tiba BBM gue pun bunyi:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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SIAAAAAAAAAAAL! Kenapa musti ada perasaan gitu sih? Gue kapok banget soalnya, temenan deket eh tiba-tiba ada perasaan, kan sayang gitu pertemanan yang udah capek-capek dibikin hancur cuma karena rasa lebih?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gue langsung nginget-nginget semua yang pernah kita lewatin bareng-bareng.</div><br />
<ul><li style="text-align: justify;">Pas gue mulai curiga pacar gue selingkuhin gue, dia yang nenangin gue</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Pas gue bener-bener ngegep pacar gue selingkuhin gue, dia bela-belain ngajak gue ngobrol di BBM barengan sahabat cewe gue, biar gua ga kepikiran. Sempet dia mau nyamperin di tengah-tengah, karena dia lagi gada kendaraan dan itu udah malem banget cuma gue nya takut nyupir sendiri dalam keadaan kalut gitu ntar kenapa-kenapa</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Pas gue tiba-tiba gada les, dan males pulang dia gue suruh nyamperin eh bisa padahal waktu itu gue sih pengennya ketemu pacar tapi dia lebih milih kasur</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Pas gue lagi mau makan nasgil depan kampus mereka sama sahabat cewe gue, eh tiba-tiba ketemu dia dan nasgil nya abis. Gue sampe berpendapat mungkin kalo kita bertiga kumpul bareng, ga bakal bisa deh makan nasgil. Karna kalo kita cuma berdua gitu (salah satu diantara kita ga ikut), pasti nasgil nya ada, semalem apapun</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Pas gue dan sahabat cewe gue mulai kasmaran lagi sama cowok baru, kita ketawa ngikik malu-malu semua, dia setia ngedengerin kebawelan kita</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Pas gue dan sahabat cewe gue bingung harus gimana sama percintaan, dia juga selalu ngasih saran</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Pas smalem gue depresi pengen banget ikutan kuis di twitter yang hadiahnya tiket nonton 2PM gratis tanggal 19 ini, tapi gue ga bisa-bisa mau masuk dan ternyata DIA LAH YANG BERHASIL DAPETIN TIKET BUAT GUE! :D *kyaaaa*</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Dan yang paling ngena. Di saat gue gamau sendirian pas gue ultah, di saat gue berharap bisa ngabisin waktu sama pacar... Dia lah yang bersedia nawarin nemenin gue seharian. Tapi bodohnya gue, gue lebih milih ngabisin malem pertama 19 tahun dengan pacar yang waktu itu lebih milih main komputer, sedangkan sahabat gue itu udah di Cinere dari sore udah beli kue segala macem mau kasih surprise dan dia lagi berusaha dapetin alamat gue dari gue cuma gue ga kasih karena gue lebih milih ngabisin sama pacar (waktu itu cara dia nanya pun udah mencurigakan sih, tp gw gamau GR dulu), padahal pacar gue siangnya lebih milih magang padahal di sana dia juga ga ngapa-ngapain. Ultah gue taun lalu gue bener-bener ngerasa bersalah banget</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Dan masih banyak lagi</li>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Udah banyak yang terjadi dalam jangka waktu yang singkat, dan itu semua hilang cuma karena "rasa". Sebel gedek-gedek gue.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love you both, Tasya Nandya Saraswati & Ikhsanul Kamil :') Makasih untuk semuanya...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pesen untuk Ikhsan, semoga lo bisa dapetin cewe yang lebih baik dari gue yaa. Jangan habisin waktu lo untuk nunggu yang ga pasti, San :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cheerio xo </div><br />
<center style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /></a></center>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-54767731644266750152011-03-09T22:59:00.000+07:002011-03-09T22:59:31.548+07:00labil060311<div style="text-align: justify;">Udah lama ga nulis sekedar nyampah ga penting ga berharap dikomentarin, nulis ah~</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3 hari lalu, gue ke BSD. Kenapa? Karena ada oknum yang tinggal di sana yang lagi ngambek <b>banget</b> ke gue dari subuh. Kok bisa? Iya, biasa dia emang ngambekan dan kita emang selalu berantem gatau kenapa. Haha.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jadi ceritanya, begini...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hari Sabtu tengah malem menjelang Minggu gue tiba-tiba ngerasain down. Galaaau gitu, efek dari PMS sih emang tapi tetep aja ngga enak banget. Terus gue mikir, siapa yaa yg bisa gue gangguin tengah malem gini? Yang anak gahuuul gitu, terus kepikiran Ucup, mantan gue. Dia pasti belom tidur jam segitu di hari Sabtu eh Minggu deng. Yaudah, gue PING!!! attack dia.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: udah tidur ncit?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: blom..aku br nyampe rmh! knp nyuuu? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(terbukti kan gaul, jam 1:41 am bok!)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: mo nelf, blh?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: lama ato bntar?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: tau dh</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hahaha, galak yah gue. Maaf, sensi pol. Oke, lanjutin...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: kok gatau..yoda klo klamaan aku ingetin kmu! tlp aja nyuu</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*gue diemin BBM-nya*</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: jd ga nyuuu? aku pengen boker..hee</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: boker aja</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: yoda aku boker dulu..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*20 menit kemudian*</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: aku uda slese ni</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Langsung gue telfon lah. Dia nanya kenapa, gue jwb aja gapapa iseng. Trus gue diem, ini emang jadi salah satu kebiasaan aneh gue; nelfon dia tp gue ga ngmg apa-apa. Karena emang gue lagi down, dia pun lagi ngotis akhirnya dia asik nonton sendiri gue didiemin. Sebetulnya gapapa sih didiemin emang udah biasa begini, tapi tiba-tiba terus gue nangis. Kenapa gue nangis, karena gue kangen <b>banget</b> sama seseorang. Dan perlakuan Ucup bikin gue tiba-tiba inget sama orang itu, dan langsung keinget betapa bodohnya gue. Pas akhirnya gue dan Ucup ngobrol, jawaban gue emang dingin eeh terus tiba-tiba dia bilang <i>"Kalo telfonnya mati, batreku abis ya."</i> Gw bilang <i>"Ya sambil dicas lah, gimana sih!"</i>, dia <i>"Gamau, nanti kena radiasi. Trus batreku kan ga ori, aku takut ntar ngelembung lagi"</i>, gw <i>"Hmm"</i>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dia dan gue pun akhirnya ngobrol ngalor ngidul sampe akhirnya gue bilang gue lagi kangen sama seseorang, dia respon:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: ya hubungin lah</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: susah</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*jutek* </span></i>loh, kenapa susah? telfon, sms kek</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: hhh, ga bisa</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: kenapa ga bisa?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*suara pasrah* </span></i>keadaannya ga memungkinan</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: kenapa ga memungkinkan?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*kesel*</i></span> ya karena emang ga memungkinkan!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: ya tapi kenapa?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: ihh nyebelin banget sih, dibilang ga mungkin ya ga mungkin! bisa dibilang ini kayak udah harga mati, mo ditawar kayak apa juga klo udah harga mati ya ga bisa diapa-apain</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Trus gue lupa habis itu ngomongin apaan, eh trus tiba-tiba telfonnya mati. Gw mikir, hmm batre abis nih. Yaudah langsung gue tinggal tidur aja.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Paginya gue baca sms dari dia:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Kmu ampe ngapus bbm aku? Ckckck..sgitu nya! Baiklah klo itu yg kmu mau! Smoga kmu dapet yang lebih dr aku biar kmu jd lebih dewasa! Makasi banyak loh nyuuu..CK!!!</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dalam hati gw mikir <i>"Apa sih? Apus BBM? Kapan?"</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Terus gue cek BBM gue, ternyata emang ngerror. Beberapa contacts baru2 ini yang temenan emang tiba-tiba ilang, termasuk dia yang baru sekitar kurang dari sebulan di list gue. Dan gue emang jarang ngeback-up contact, yaa cuma bisa meringis aja pas tau banyak yang hilang. Mungkin dia mikirnya gue ngapus dia karena hape dia tiba-tiba mati trus gue ngambek? Kalo emang dia mikir itu, zzz banget loh.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tapi, dalam hati gue kembali mikir <i>"Kok kata-kata dia kayak kita baru putus aja sih? 'Smoga kmu dapet yang lebih dr aku biar kmu jd lebih dewasa'? Itu bukannya kalimat yang sering diucapin pasangan kalo habis putus yah? Ga telat baru ngucapin sekarang?"</i> -_______-</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gue bales lah sms nya:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Errr, setelah dipikir-pikir sms nya terlalu personal, jangan deh nanti ketauan seberapa galaknya gue. Teehee.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Habis bales sms itu, emang gue pun udah ada rencana hari itu jadi gue sebodo amat dulu deh sama masalah yang ini. Gue coba cuekin aja dulu, nunggu balesan dulu dari dia. Tapi sampe sore gue udah di rumah lagi, dia ga bales-bales. Kesel dong! Yang harusnya kesel kan gue difitnah begitu, akhirnya gue memutuskan untuk nyamperin dia ke rumahnya. Nekat sih, soalnya gue baru sekali ke sana jadi gue belom hafal. Tapi sejam gue coba telfon dia, mastiin dia ada di rumah, eh tapi ga diangkat-angkat. WOOOHH, makin terbakar emosi gue. Gue pun nyari back-up an. Terpikirlah nama Ribka, temen gue yang tinggal di BSD juga dan emang pengen banget ketemuan lagi setelah terakhir ketemu berbulan-bulan lalu. Gue mikir <i>"Yah, kalo gue udah nyamper dan dia gada di rumah gue masih bisa ketemu Ribka. Ga rugi jauh-jauh ke BSD..."</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jam 4.20 an sore gue cabut, degdegan gitu habis gue baru pertama kali ini nyamperin orang tiba-tiba gada pemberitahuan. Rumahnya jauh bet pula, kan rugi kalo nyampe sana eh orangnya gada #padang. Jam 5.40 gue sampe, sempet bingung mau parkir dimana. Takut kalo ada ibu-babeh nya, hehe. Soalnya seinget gue dulu Ucup pernah bilang kalo weekend orang tua nya suka ada di rumah. Jadilah gue parkir ngasal abis di tengah-tengah jalan di pertigaan gitu. Gue sms:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Aku depan rumah kamu. Keluar.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Asek ga kalimat gue, kayak mafia gitu. Mihihi. Semenit, dua menit, baru pas menit ke lima ada seseorang nongol dan nyamper mobil gue. Kalimat pertama dia <i>"Jangan parkir di sini atuh nyuu, pindah gih ke depan rumah aku".</i> Gue pun nurut, parkir di depan rumah dia dan dia jadi tukang parkir dadakan. Pas dia di depan mobil gue, sempet gue terusin aja gitu mobil gue berharap dia bisa ketabrak. Hehe, becanda. v^_^v</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pas dia berdiri di samping kaca mobil gue, kalimat pertama gue lebih ajaib <i>"Mukanya jangan sok imut gitu deh!", </i>karena emang sok imut abis dia. Dia ketawa <i>"Aku tuh baru bangun tidur tau nyuuu! Wuuu".</i> Gue mikir <i>"Buset? Setengah 6 dan dia baru bangun tidur?"</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: kamu mau ngapain? tumben ke sini..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: hmm, ada urusan sama kamu</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: mau ngobrol di mobil kamu ato di dalem rumah?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: mmm, aku kebelet pipis juga sih. tapi orang tua kamu ada ngga? (teteup, takut)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: ngga ada orang di rumah, mak babeh lagi ke rumah sakit. yaudah masuk ke dalem rumah aja yuk</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Di rumahnya gue lebih awkward lagi, terakhir ke sana kan gue udah lama banget. Ini cuma berdua di rumah dia, mana terakhir ketemu juga bulan Januari, trus lagi suasana berantem. Hmmmph x__x</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Awalnya sempet kaku, dia masih belum kumpul kayaknya nyawanya. Tapi akhirnya biasa-biasa lagi aja, dia suka senyum-senyum sendiri ga jelas liatin gue, gue judesin <i>"Apa kamu liat-liat?"</i> trus dia <i>"Ahahaha galak bener sih! Gigit nih"</i>. Ngobrol-ngobrol-ngobrol ternyata dia lagi megang HD nya Rio, sahabat dia, jadilah gue diajak ke kamarnya ngeliat variety-variety Korea. Takut takut masuk ke kamar dia, takut diapa-apain, jadi gue buka pintu kamarnya. Dan dalam beberapa jam kemudian gue hanyut nontonin music awards yang ada Big Bang, SHINee, 2PM, dll. Sedangkan Ucup? Yah biasa lah, ngendus-ngendus kayak tikus. Terus ga lama dia mandi dan ngendus-ngendus lagi.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jam 8 nyokap gue BBM, nanya kapan pulang, khawatir soalnya gue jauh mainnya. Sempet kepikir juga sih, males bet pulang malem sendiri dari BSD. Dan akhirnya! Gue membujuk Ucup mati-matian, dan sempet memberikan sebuah kesepakatan yang diinginkan Ucup, sampe akhirnya dia mau deeh anterin pulang. Ho ho ho!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kita ga langsung pulang sih, mampir dulu di Jajanan Babe di Lenteng Agung soalnya udah dari Agustus kita berdua BM nyobain roti cane di situ. Tapi setelah kalap makan nasgor, kita ga jadi mesen roti cane deh. Udah gitu, emang sialnya keju nya jg lg gada pula! AAAAAAAA T_T Melin sangat sedih dan Ucup tertawa. Pffftt. Baru dari situ kita pulang. Nyampe rumah udah jam 11 lebih deh kayaknya, dia pun bersih-bersih habis itu baru giliran gue mandi malem. Seperti biasa gada yang berubah dia nginep, karena emang dari BSD dia ga bawa motor dan jam segitu bis mana ada.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Besokkannya, kita ngabisin seharian di kamar. Nonton DVD dan nonton Korea, pastinya :D Gue juga sempet nanya:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: kenapa sih kamu nilai aku serendah itu? apa coba tiba-tiba sms gitu, kamu tuh pikirannya nethink mulu tau ke aku?! <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*sambil nunjuk-nunjuk pelipis dia*</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">U: hee, ya abisnya... tiba-tiba kamu ilang gitu dari BBM aku, trus ya errr... <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*dia ga bisa beralasan lagi*</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">M: emang dasar sensi aja luh!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Malem dia baru pulang, itu juga nyokap udah khawatir kenapa kita ga keluar-keluar, oops. Dia sempet agak ngambek LAGI sama gue karena pas nyadar liat waktu habis mandi malem ternyata udah jam 8 lewat, sedangkan kata temen dia TransBSD terakhir jam setengah 9. Walau gue ga salah-salah amat, tp untuk menghindari konflik LAGI dan sedikit menebus kesalahan gue, gue anterin dia sendiri naik mobil ke depan Carrefour Lebak Bulus, siapa tau ada keajaiban. Tapi gada, jadilah kita ke arah Pasar Jumat sana deket pintu masuk tol, karena dia mau nyegat angkot merah warnanya bernomor S14 yang menuju ke Veteran buat naik Arga Mas. Setelah nunggu lumayan lama, gue nyeletuk<i> "Kenapa ga kita ke Veteran? Jadi kamu langsung naik Arga Mas kan?"</i>, dia <i>"Gapapa?"</i> gue cuma jawab <i>"Ya gapapa, aku ngerasa ga enak kamu ketinggalan bis jadi aku musti yakin kamu dapet kendaraan yang bisa nganterin kamu pulang"</i>. Ngerasa ga sih gue yang jadi cowok gentleman, dan dia yang jadi cewek?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Seteleh ke Veteran, ternyata dia tetep ga berjodoh dengan Arga Mas. Jadinya dia memutuskan pulang naik taksi. Setelah ber-byebye ria, dan gue hampir nyasar, dia tiba-tiba BBM gue pas gue udah di tengah jalan menuju pulang, <i>"Ahaha mahal :("</i> ini dia lagi ngomongin tarif taksi dari Veteran menuju rumahnya... LOL, dasar!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Hmm... Hubungan gue sama mantan buncit berpantat besar gue yang satu ini sungguhlah sangat aneh, teraneh dalam sejarah love story hidup gue malah. Pas gue nanya ke Ucup <i>"Kok kita begini amat ya Pu?"</i> dia pun membalas <i>"Gatau, aku begini juga cuma sama kamu."</i></span></i></div><br />
Cheerio xo <br />
<center><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a></center>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-19296950511588341052011-03-08T22:16:00.000+07:002011-03-08T22:16:15.778+07:00365; Tasya Nandya Saraswati<div style="text-align: justify;">Ini hanya sebuah kebiasaan gue -- yang sebetulnya agak gue kurang sukain karena kalo inget kadang bikin sakit hati (for some cases) -- mengingat-ingat sebuah kejadian yang udah pernah terjadi.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In this post, I'm gonna write about the first day I met <b>Tasya Nandya Saraswati</b>. A friend from elementary school, but never close since she's a new transfer student in the last 6 months of grade 6, but suddenly since early 2010 we become a really good friends. One of my best friends, actually :D</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tepat hari ini, 365 hari lalu, pertama kali gue ketemu Tasya lagi setelah terpisah for about 7 years I guess. Secara gue lulus SD tahun 2003. Sebetulnya gue udah mulai ngobrol sama Tasya semenjak gue secara ga sengaja mengumpulkan seluruh teman-teman SD 1 angkatan di facebook tahun 2009 lalu, tapi ngobrol nya cuma yaa sebatas basa basi. Apalagi jujur emang gue ga inget sama sekali Tasya tuh yang mana, HAHA peace Sya, tapi temen SD yang lainnya begitu juga kok ke Tasya! Karena emang Tasya waktu SD beda BANGET, kalo dia ngga ngetag gue difoto (yang langsung diapus) dia waktu SD gimana mungkin gue ga bisa inget sama sekali.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Selain ngobrol basa basi di facebook, kadang dia suka nyapa gue di YM, tapi dasarnya gue orangnya dingin ke orang yang gue ga deket jujur gue sempet agak risih gitu habis dia ramah bener! Dikit-dikit "haha", "hehe". Dan waktu itu gue lagi keburu-buru mau pergi, eh tapi dia ngajak ngobrol, tapi gue pun orangnya ga tegaan ninggal orang duluan kalo lagi chat/sms/calls. Gue pasti nunggu orang itu say goodbye first, #factsaboutmelin. Yah, ngobrolnya sebatas itu lah waktu itu. Tapi gue ga terlalu inget gimana caranya tahun lalu tiba-tiba kita bisa memutuskan untuk ketemuan. Secara waktu itu gue lagi pacaran sama anak Univ. Al-Azhar, dan Tasya pun goes to the same university so I decided, "Let's meet up there!" Kalo awkward, toh ada pacar gue ini hehe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hari itu dimulai dengan SANGAT tidak bagus. Kebiasaan buruk gue waktu itu adalah, nge-silent blackberry gue. Jadi semua telfon/sms gada getar mau pun suara, ya iyalah silent -.- Gue sering dimarahin pacar waktu itu karena setiap dia nelfon ga pernah gue angkat, hahaha oops. Hari itu pun begitu juga. Gue yang emang tidurnya ngaco, hari itu jadinya kesiangan. Tiba-tiba kebangun, liat hp ngecek sms/misscalls banyak banget dan SEMAKIN panik pas liat ternyata gue udah MEPET banget! Aaaaaa. Tapi gue sempet2nya n<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">getik sms panik ke pacar dan Tasya yang sama-sama nyariin gue. Pacar emang sengaja berangkat lebih awal padahal kelas dia siang, biar bisa ketemu gue dulu. Unyu menye~</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Gue pun siap-siap, ngebut ala </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><em style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Michael Schumacher</span></em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> dan nyampe di UAI jam berapa tau dah udah lupa gue. Ketemuan di depan Alpus, sempet panik kringet dingin gimana gitu degdegan mau ketemu Tasya, habis waktu SD kita pun ngga deket jadi kan grogi! Habis dari situ, ternyata dia bilang dia lagi di Blek, salah satu tongkrongan anak sana, jadilah gue ke sana. Aduh, perut gue semakin mules pas tau ternyata banyak temen-temennya di sana. Tengsin bok! Gue yang pemalu di lingkungan baru, langsung salah tingkah, untung gue langsung memanggil bala bantuan gue (baca: pacar). Gue suruh dia nyamper, jadi gue ga kaku-kaku amat. Tapi sempet diprotes pacar, karena gue jadi nyuekin Tasya dan ngobrol berdua pacar. Gue cuma bisa meringis sambil minta maaf, huehehe maaf yaa Sya :D</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Hari itu pun dilanjutkan dengan gue ke Ragusa konvoi sama temen-temen Tasya dan gue "memaksa" pacar untuk ikut. Karena alhamdulillah, dosen dia siang itu ga dateng. Sialnya, kita diputerin sama temen-temennya. Harusnya kalo dari UAI bisa kan ya lewat langsung Sudirman, toh belom 3 in 1, kalo pun udah juga kita banyak anggotanya. Eh, tapi kita sampe lewat Kuningan, sampe lewat Menteng dan lain-lain! ASTAGAAAAA. Gue yang buta jalan, cuma bisa pasrah aja. Sampe akhirnya, kita kepisah sama rombongan satunya! Shoot. Di situ kita mulai gontok-gontokan antara sesama, Tasya ke temen-temennya, gue dan pacar juga. Hrrr! Orang lagi panik nyupir, di belakang malah dikomentariiiin melulu. Gimana ga kesel! Akhirnya terpaksa gue memutuskan untuk balik lagi ke UAI, soalnya pacar musti ngejemput babehnya dan itu udah mepet (akhirnya dia emang telat dan dimarahin sepanjang jalan sama ibu nya, maaf sekali lagi yaa walau udah lama).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Habis ngedrop pacar di UAI, gue sama Tasya pun bergegas ke Senayan City. Kita memutuskan untuk nge-sushi! Yay! :D Di situ masih awkward, tapi yaah, udah mulai agak cair. Kita pun memutuskan untuk foto-foto untuk mengabadikan momen pertama ketemu ^_^</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpZkc8OWA-z_kIoFymg5piWVUO75QTkJ-sUIzXIgR7_KomWo3dH1wjgPhJkFDhnuOuQIikgNzNMgg1YAPx9QMHDfzuTXHChA3cQvyfZUDZCpnyxyG4mJOsspNusIm2C2rRV140SA/s1600/DSC_3541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpZkc8OWA-z_kIoFymg5piWVUO75QTkJ-sUIzXIgR7_KomWo3dH1wjgPhJkFDhnuOuQIikgNzNMgg1YAPx9QMHDfzuTXHChA3cQvyfZUDZCpnyxyG4mJOsspNusIm2C2rRV140SA/s320/DSC_3541.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Look at our hair Sya --' Uber short</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Selesai makan, dikarenakan orang tua Tasya yang protektif, gue pun langsung mulangin dia ke kosannya. Di hari itu gue sadar, gue ada temen bolang baru! Weheey \^.^/ Semenjak hari itu pun, kita jadi sering ngabisin waktu bareng, karena gue waktu itu lagi sering ditinggal emak gue ke rumah oom gue di Kemang jadinya gue sering sendiri di rumah.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6gHiHN_8pxPJNJOTYdYzRrHLAAE6bcA94FMLDRGwr5xx2sC_EINK-oFDPV7sxeRTrUFDPfXgk3wREIxBKJRu7n2IZ9mJV8CsYnKqBzfZX2VRpNWSuSEnPZMwY4_e3RKMhghXhEA/s1600/DSC_3678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6gHiHN_8pxPJNJOTYdYzRrHLAAE6bcA94FMLDRGwr5xx2sC_EINK-oFDPV7sxeRTrUFDPfXgk3wREIxBKJRu7n2IZ9mJV8CsYnKqBzfZX2VRpNWSuSEnPZMwY4_e3RKMhghXhEA/s320/DSC_3678.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Lagi bete sama pacar, memutuskan nyulik Tasya. Eh tiba2 dia bilang dpt tiket JJF2010 gratis, asik!</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Sumpah ga kerasa banget udah setahun deket yaa Sya? :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gue bersyukur banget bisa deket sama lo, karena ntah kenapa gue ngerasa kenal lo udah lama. All the things we've been through in our life are similar. Especially our love stories, LOL. I can't imagine I could meet someone who have the same stories about love life with me, even though the orders are different but still... Kita berdua bisa sama-sama saling tau jadinya apa yang dirasain saat berhadapan dengan situasi A, B, C dan itu bikin kita sama-sama bisa saling ngebantu waktu lagi sama-sama susah. Tapi bukan berarti pas seneng kita jadi lupa sama satu sama lain, nope ;) Alhamdulillah so far, we've always been together through our ups and downs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_J37xNg1gCDWhM9IvS-nhpEnI0qERKP_0bcIbEjc5kupL7CCs48fltTwvAhraY3bN2LZmArbodWbP0Etint9ZHJGhMwlYdvIgc0gtpi5vseWReBRpIDZBCGxJWzCSZk3VDHxyVw/s1600/tasya%2526meyin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_J37xNg1gCDWhM9IvS-nhpEnI0qERKP_0bcIbEjc5kupL7CCs48fltTwvAhraY3bN2LZmArbodWbP0Etint9ZHJGhMwlYdvIgc0gtpi5vseWReBRpIDZBCGxJWzCSZk3VDHxyVw/s320/tasya%2526meyin.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-33yPr5C-TJvk7P_2rovmvj-LctLvU0pdxsiuReMUN4cID9H-0rV8kj-lTJH7bSxkHfb9Z2v6Sq8mSMiXr4DsZLKnjvAzt4N8iBd8tfYUtru77SjoMwtx5Tp18R-q3uyMOHYHg/s1600/DSC06651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-33yPr5C-TJvk7P_2rovmvj-LctLvU0pdxsiuReMUN4cID9H-0rV8kj-lTJH7bSxkHfb9Z2v6Sq8mSMiXr4DsZLKnjvAzt4N8iBd8tfYUtru77SjoMwtx5Tp18R-q3uyMOHYHg/s320/DSC06651.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Jatuh cinta pada pandangan pertama dengan Alm. Wocky the cat, miaaaw :3</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><br />
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</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">PS: Yang gue sebut pacar di post ini, sekarang udah bukan yaa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">PSS: I love ya, Sya! <3 *hug* *cipok basah*</div><br />
Cheerio xo <br />
<center><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a></center>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-87439199380371581802011-03-03T22:31:00.000+07:002011-03-03T22:31:36.874+07:00Cooking.<div style="text-align: justify;">This is gonna be a heck of a random post. <b>Very</b> random.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I actually cooked today! Well, I was just helping my mom cooked Soto Ayam sih, but you know. It's still cooking, LOL. My job was to fry the onions, the chips and boil the eggs. Sepele kan? Muahahahaha :D But the thing is, I despise cooking. Gatau deh kenapa, tapi dari dulu ga pernah namanya tertarik untuk masak. Bisa sih - dikit - tapi, I guess it's just not my 'thing'. Dan ini yang mau gue bahas.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kenapa sih, kenapa cewek harus diwajibkan bisa memasak or at least, suka di dapur? Terus kalo ga bisa, ato bukan 'cewe dapur' tuh kayaknya <i>gimana </i>gitu di mata orang lain. I've stated this a lot di twitter dari beberapa taun silam (kesannya udah jadul banget), if you're my followers dari awal pasti tau. I mean, I'm okay with cooking but then again, it's just not my 'thing'. Dan gue, apa yah, merasa kesal dengan tuntutan "wanita itu harus bisa memasak, or at least menjadi wanita dapur, Mel". WHY?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jawabannya, karena udah kodratnya.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">AH! Bosen gue dikasih jawaban itu-itu melulu. Iya sih emang, itu udah jawaban mungkin yaa yang paling masuk akal. Tapi, apa cuma karena itu kita lantas harus melakukan sesuatu yang kita kurang sukai?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm more of a technology kind of girl. Setiap teknologi baru, gue pengen banget utak-atik... Pengen gue telusuri sampe gue merasa puas udah dapetin setiap lubuk terselubung. Bahkan gue berani taruhan, mungkin kalo gue sukses besok (AMIN, ya Allah!) gue bakalan ngeluarin duit lebih banyak ke teknologi ketimbang baju or make up. Teehee :))</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ANYWHO. Cuma karena kodrat? Laki-laki pun punya kodratnya sendiri, tapi enggak lantas kita yang wanita menjatuhkan mereka kalo mereka toh ga suka dengan apa yang seharusnya menjadi kodratnya. Kayak mantan gw, 2 of them actually, can't drive a car. Bukankah itu juga kodrat mereka? Not as big as "woman has to cook" I know, but still... Tapi lalu gue ga ngejatohin mereka dengan kekurangan mereka tersebut. Bahkan, 2 orang itu pun naik motor juga ga bisa. BAYANGIN, motor! Me, myself have been able to drive a motorcycle since I'm in junior high class errr, 7? Dengan kekurangan mereka tersebut, berarti bisa dibilang mereka ga bisa diandelin dong? Laki-laki macam apa, naik motor aja ga bisa!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tapi mungkin, emang gue nya aja yang kelewat sensi dengan topik ini. I've had tons of fights with my mom only because she expects me to help her more in kitchen, but I always rejects her. Bahkan gue pernah berantem sama salah satu mantan gue karena dia pun juga berpikir demikian! HECK, dia termasuk salah satu mantan gue yang gue bilang ga bisa naik motor, or drive a car! Cih, naik pitam sekali gue. Dia menuntut gue untuk memasak, tapi dia sendiri ga ada niat untuk bisa nyetir motor/mobil. What a hypocrite.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For the love of God, I <b>will cook</b> someday. <i>S-o-m-e-d-a-y</i>. It's like a calling, when I feel like there's the calling, I'll cook. But not now, why can't people respect my decision? It's not like I can't cook at all. Seenggaknya gue ga kayak orang-orang yang bahkan ngidupin kompor aja takut. Seenggaknya gue tau bumbu-bumbu masakan apa aja yang emang harus ada di sebuah masakan. Seenggaknya gue ga bakalan mati, just by not willing to cook for now. Pffftt!</div><br />
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Cheerio xo <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yep, I'm moving.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've experienced most of my first<b>s</b> here. Thank you, Cinere, for everything.<br />
And thank you, Jakarta, for being something I can call a home for the past 17 years of my li<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">fe. :)</span><br />
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</div>Cheerio xo <br />
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<center><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a></center>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-25622103067535158192011-03-01T22:54:00.000+07:002011-03-01T22:54:03.661+07:00Mr. Right<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">My girlfriend's got a boyfriend, funny</span></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He doesn't make a dime all day</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And all her girlfriends' boyfriends with money</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What more can i say?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It's true</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He never made it through a day of school</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The only thing he studied was you</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He knows your body better than you do</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe i'm your mr. right</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Baby, maybe i'm the one you like</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe i'm a shot in the dark</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And you're the morning light</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Whoa</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe this is sad but true</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Baby, maybe you've got nothing to lose</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You could be the best of me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">When i'm the worst for you</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">My girlfriend's got a boyfriend, running</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">To catch the bus to meet</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">To meet up with the boyfriend's girlfriend</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Who's stunning</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">she's such a sight to see</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It's true</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The moment he layed eyes on you he knew</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The only wish he wanted came true</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He knows he's lucky that he met someone like you</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe i'm your mr. right</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Baby, maybe i'm the one you like</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe i'm a shot in the dark</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And you're the morning light</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Whoa</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe this is sad but true</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Baby, maybe you've got nothing to lose</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You could be the best for me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">When i'm the worst for you</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You can always change your mind</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And you can't change mine</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I know you can't change mine</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe i'm your mr. right</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Baby, maybe i'm the one you like</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe i'm a shot in the dark</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And you're the morning light</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Whoa</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe this is sad but true</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Baby, maybe you've got nothing to lose</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You could be the best for me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">When i'm the worst for you</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">- </span></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Mr. Right </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">by</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> A Rocket To The Moon</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> -</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Ada cerita sedikit dibalik lagu ini. If you wanna know, keep reading.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Lagu ini dikasih sama mantan terakhir gue, for me. Tapi kayaknya (mungkin) dia juga bermaksud nyindir mantan gue sebelum dia. Nyebelinnya, dia gamau ngaku.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_rsh1OR6GaWgsiL2EpLZThDsQWFA0rA5JEnsgQ5zMw2AWmEUeMebb0qg4TGJGevFpSyAgw8dp4G8v1b760loJF9PkP2xLRIgKW3I0oYV-Dyl3nEgBTNAqEorHF9nkU1l20blAw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+10.14.32+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_rsh1OR6GaWgsiL2EpLZThDsQWFA0rA5JEnsgQ5zMw2AWmEUeMebb0qg4TGJGevFpSyAgw8dp4G8v1b760loJF9PkP2xLRIgKW3I0oYV-Dyl3nEgBTNAqEorHF9nkU1l20blAw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+10.14.32+PM.jpg" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Kenapa gue bilang nyindir?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"My girlfriend's got a boyfriend, funny</span></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He doesn't make a dime all day"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He never made it through a day of school</span></i></div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The only thing he studied was you</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He knows your body better than you do"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe this is sad but true</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Baby, maybe you've got nothing to lose</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You could be the best of me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">When i'm the worst for you"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The moment he layed eyes on you he knew</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The only wish he wanted came true</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He knows he's lucky that he met someone like you"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe i'm your mr. right</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Baby, maybe i'm the one you like"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Hmmmph. x___x</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">For those who doesn't know my story and those 2 exs, won't probably understand what I'm trying to say. But for those who know, uh, horay? :-x</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Mungkin ada pembaca blog ini ga begitu bisa bahasa inggris? Google translate it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">--</span></i></div></div></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Oh, honey honey honey. Kalau aja pertemuan kita lebih baik dari kemaren, kalau aja timing nya lagi ga kayak gitu. You are, my </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">mr. right</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cheerio xo </span></div><center style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></span></a></center>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-14217058687780110472011-02-04T22:49:00.001+07:002011-02-04T22:51:11.505+07:00Uhjjum iluhkehdo babo gatni nehga?<div style="color: black;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Main tebak-tebakan yuk! Di bawah, I'll write the title of the songs that described how I currently feels. So far, baru nemu ini sih:</div></div><ol style="color: black;"><li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpFX5MWEg80">2AM - I Was Wrong</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpFX5MWEg80"></a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUgReo37ECw&feature=related">2PM - Again and Again</a></li>
</ol><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: black;">Kalo bisa ngerti maksud terselubungnya dan bisa nebak apa kira-kira yang lagi gue rasain, post me a comment! :) </span>I would love to know your answers.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>PS:</b> Selamat tanggal 4 Februari. Heu :')</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>PSS:</b> Jawabannya udah gue jeberin, coba-coba dicari dimana hayoo. Hihi</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Cheerio xo</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-bottom-width: 0pt !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-width: 0pt !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-width: 0pt !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-width: 0pt !important;" /></a></div><center style="background-color: white; color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Jawabannya:<br />
I'm stuck with a guy that I know has caused me nothing but pain. But although I know he's really bad for me, I can't resist him in my life. I should leave him, but somehow I keep coming back for more. And what I did, give me more pain each day.</span></span> </center>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-65239234237267685902011-01-29T00:21:00.001+07:002011-01-29T00:23:41.456+07:00Sincerely me,<div style="text-align: justify;">Are you scared of getting hurt? I do. Especially by the one you really loved. That's why, I swore to myself never to let myself fell in love ever again. I did once, I'm still 16 and reckless. Up until now, he is still the one for me. Don't get this the wrong way, what I meant by the one is... I have never ever found a guy that is like him, even thou I've dated a few others after dating him. Not, the one as in "I'm still crazily in love with him til' I die". I was terribly selfish back then, insecure, childish and well... pretty much a 16 years old would do. Until the moment I wrote this, I still can never understand why did I do all the things I did during the months we've dated. It's been 2 and a half years since we broke up, and I still can't get over the fact that I let someone as good as him go that easily, maybe you can call it as something that I regret. And I won't let this off my mind as easy as it sound to you, before I can talk to him about us - whenever that is. I'm hoping soon, or you know at least less than a year, cause this keeps messing with my head and with my relationships with other guys after him. Hopefully that won't be too hard cause thankfully, I've been talking to him every once in a while since Idul Fitri on September '10 up until now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anywho.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I think, I'm in love again. Unfortunately, this person didn't realize it until a few days earlier (well, at least that what he's been trying to tell me). I give my all to him, with some expectations, saddening. Our months of relationship are filled with jealousy, backstabbing, cheating, all kind of stuffs that wouldn't have happened if only we know each other better before we decided to be a couple. But yeah, that's in the past. Another lesson to be learned. The thing that really makes me sad is, after all we've been through, all the pain he have caused me, all the shits and lies he has told me... He suddenly decided to just walk in to my life again after I struggle for a month trying to get rid of him, and us. It just pissed me off. I've avoided him successfully but then, I get weak and fall for him once again. I don't mind letting him come back into my life, but not now. Not when I'm trying all of my guts to try to forget everything between us. Not when all he can say now is "I love you", "I just realized that you've loved me so much and I did all that to you, I'm sorry". Can't you see it's breaking my heart? I've loved you, so much until I realized as days goes by, I am expecting less out of you, cause I know... I'm starting to understand, how to love a person fully without asking anything in return. That is why, even thou you did all of that, I'm still fooling myself and letting my self get hurt by still staying by your side. Until I can't stand it anymore and decided to let you go, even if it's breaking my heart so badly cause letting you go would be the last thing on my mind. What's more heartbreaking was, letting you go was something you asked for from me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Now, I know you're reading this, even thou I'm not so sure if you fully understand what I've been mumbling about... All I'm asking is:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>What do you want from me now?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Are you gonna keep doing what you're doing now?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I won't (at least, I'll try) have any contacts with you in any ways until you can tell me what do you want from me. Cause all I can give you as an options are: <b>either we try once again to be a couple, this time for real. </b>I'm sorry but I just can't deal with the fact that we still text, call or see each other as if we're still a couple, but we're not. The second option is,<b> back off from my life until my feelings are neutral towards you.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yeah, Melin in love is indeed a scary Melin.</div><br />
Cheerio xo <br />
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<center><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a></center>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-4824787106468081302011-01-12T16:25:00.000+07:002011-01-12T16:25:03.806+07:00I'm on a break,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8143_zLMSjeT-IVDDjUYqlkpm52vqIkmru7CTMIgbBe59ET9LFAxyxc7egQVXZ1UUlhUfL1yJeFADNKZ-JTpx_-Lv7PfU-sgs_eMLRiNTEa6xo9JP_H_Y9rVaqal09uOib6fyaQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-12+at+4.16.59+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="30" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8143_zLMSjeT-IVDDjUYqlkpm52vqIkmru7CTMIgbBe59ET9LFAxyxc7egQVXZ1UUlhUfL1yJeFADNKZ-JTpx_-Lv7PfU-sgs_eMLRiNTEa6xo9JP_H_Y9rVaqal09uOib6fyaQ/s320/Screen+shot+2011-01-12+at+4.16.59+PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Cause in 2 years, 4 failed relationships taught me... I suck at choosing guys. :(<br />
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And relationship, is just not for me.<i> At least not now. </i><br />
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Cheerio xo <br />
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</style> </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>I have never seen a grown up acting so childish, as childish as you. While I thought by going out with you might make me feel like I’m a kid again, cause I will be spoiled, but it turns out… you are the one that needs to be spoiled (a lot) more than me. I thought by avoiding to date guys with the same age as me, will make me feel more relax. Cause if I date – and have dated a few – guys with the same age, our emotions are both unstable, so we fight often and all. So I chose to date you, but I guess, age is <i>really</i> only a number. Thanks for reminding me about that.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cheerio xo </span></div><center style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a></span></center><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-8596560268171914382010-11-15T19:05:00.002+07:002010-11-16T17:47:12.235+07:00Where have you been?<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Oh, i know<br />
That i am here<br />
And you are there <br />
But we still have our love<br />
We move just like the moon and sun<br />
The sun comes up, the moon rolls down<br />
A world apart, but they don't make a sound<br />
They know their love spins us round <br />
<br />
I've been to heaven, i've been to hell<br />
I've been to vegas, and gods knows where<br />
But nothing feels like home, like you babe<br />
I love you more than you will ever know<br />
<br />
Oh i've got my car and my guitar<br />
A couple pills, a couple scars<br />
But i made a wish on a lonesome star<br />
Star oh star, you shine so bright<br />
Wont you grant me one small wish tonight<br />
That i won't die on this destructive path of mine<br />
<br />
I've been to heaven, i've been to hell<br />
I've been to vegas, and gods knows where<br />
But nothing feels like home, like you babe<br />
I love you more than you will ever know<br />
<br />
Than you will know<br />
I love you more than you will ever know</i><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Never Shout Never, I Love You More Than You Will Ever Know -</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZcVyRwbk98&feature=&p=218C7EEABA6DE363&index=0&playnext=1">See it on youtube</a>.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hey, <b>thanks</b> :)</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cheerio xo </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-43324756596537903862010-10-29T23:16:00.003+07:002010-11-16T17:47:45.592+07:00Sederajat lah sama yang di Mahakam :)<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Jadi selingkuhan aja kok bangga, haha. :))</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lucu deh kamu, sini cubit dulu! </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cheerio xo</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-60959860875221490642010-09-10T23:03:00.001+07:002010-11-16T17:47:53.478+07:00Minal Aidzin Wal Faidzin :)<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwsmT1xA0Y7hA1CsNjr7OATdvQ7GxVvVRKLxWpk9Xw8wqWegfvPgSIMkBLxIhU7Gv39R6QNeRJrZK4' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Lebaran datang kembali. Setelah berpuasa selama satu bulan, marilah kita jadikan Hari Raya Idul Fitri untuk saling memaafkan dan memulai lembaran baru.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Melinda Septifiani & Keluarga</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cheerio xo</span></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-87574967091667772672010-09-04T19:02:00.002+07:002010-11-16T17:48:03.821+07:007 Wonders :)<span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Februari</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIiAK-FCZYaZwwDPrXKr5fcSNsXpKB2teypEL82i7dKItPr_C1QOkI_io7U-fMXDO3LXZUUp5G-aHsSjVRSYD_hhT4q1Fa7INs8-2d1vPtODgaP-hjNscqrw0bymjxowiVcA6w2g/s1600/DSC_3287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIiAK-FCZYaZwwDPrXKr5fcSNsXpKB2teypEL82i7dKItPr_C1QOkI_io7U-fMXDO3LXZUUp5G-aHsSjVRSYD_hhT4q1Fa7INs8-2d1vPtODgaP-hjNscqrw0bymjxowiVcA6w2g/s320/DSC_3287.JPG" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Maret</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-phRDtQFUCimwVmkCjOlAeBxkQqJmuvXWqk8CFyIKJwm2cu8lVImqHsLmNu-D8zbWujQjd1d5O9xUvOKY6AlbgyJQWO0_uD7Qqx3CyAeHlbiENBHH7_6Yfhslxq6a4eCOSTl7-Q/s1600/IMG00178-20100310-0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-phRDtQFUCimwVmkCjOlAeBxkQqJmuvXWqk8CFyIKJwm2cu8lVImqHsLmNu-D8zbWujQjd1d5O9xUvOKY6AlbgyJQWO0_uD7Qqx3CyAeHlbiENBHH7_6Yfhslxq6a4eCOSTl7-Q/s320/IMG00178-20100310-0004.jpg" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">April</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKunudZRyDt0d4SrU0hx_OV9oIgm7nXPga5DCPYcsrvbtS2WFGFZQp3EwLrpiDZP-KUkmjpSOkTmso4naHI7NzpcSYUn1xKavNYOIO2Pb4bSilvNRDPjv362D3u359AnY1S8-Nqg/s1600/DSC06489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKunudZRyDt0d4SrU0hx_OV9oIgm7nXPga5DCPYcsrvbtS2WFGFZQp3EwLrpiDZP-KUkmjpSOkTmso4naHI7NzpcSYUn1xKavNYOIO2Pb4bSilvNRDPjv362D3u359AnY1S8-Nqg/s320/DSC06489.JPG" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mei</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBp2nvwxJGTlmkFYhaTd2-92nDz78983pCG5oDBG7wJOTF9rdqtNS-5NDjhIoz2h419XH1tVsmZAqwiDms8mBb7xmJuAL2CWIAv03Z5DewYW7xlYcKIxd2Ak5SrnN64teI6sz7Tw/s320/DSC_4299.JPG" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Juli</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYD4WP3M-pkRzRxuyBypjPBDF6DfylG4W2S8FiSqqVxmGrOISL_U3H3QjxAw3PT8o4URBIyKtm84UdiGxsZC7tx2Rl4ZP023vgak63UTGric2Q2C6tRVFERK6tSwYPm2FISyhaw/s1600/DSC06845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYD4WP3M-pkRzRxuyBypjPBDF6DfylG4W2S8FiSqqVxmGrOISL_U3H3QjxAw3PT8o4URBIyKtm84UdiGxsZC7tx2Rl4ZP023vgak63UTGric2Q2C6tRVFERK6tSwYPm2FISyhaw/s320/DSC06845.JPG" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Agustus</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Alhamdulillah :)</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cheerio xo </span></div><center style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/36/8CFE0DABD56503EE2356753A67F8546F.png" style="-moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a></span></center><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-90004497231766109902010-08-27T21:27:00.002+07:002010-11-16T17:48:43.883+07:00H+11: eye liner, propose and the game<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh5M0WvleXz7t1UJt-htJZriAhz4HD7frnmjfhyphenhyphenPa0nY4eIeEk2w19UxLuIn19EKSTcFPZON842bqEr1LVndSPzkMIXdw_Mit7jEbVfiZbryuLOCskK-Z761XZSkUp6k0ikty_5g/s1600/GG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh5M0WvleXz7t1UJt-htJZriAhz4HD7frnmjfhyphenhyphenPa0nY4eIeEk2w19UxLuIn19EKSTcFPZON842bqEr1LVndSPzkMIXdw_Mit7jEbVfiZbryuLOCskK-Z761XZSkUp6k0ikty_5g/s320/GG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Gw gatau ini hal yang biasa aja, buruk, aneh atau bagus tapi... Gw gampang banget ke influence tontonan yg lg gue tonton. Kayak wktu itu gw nonton <b>Gossip Girls</b> terus-terusan, and all I wanted to do is put on eyeliner. Eveywhere. I. Go. Aneh bet yak? HAHA, padahal waktu gue nonton itu gue sama sekali ga suka dan ga bisa pake eyeliner. But now I kinda can't live without it (lebay), but my boyfriend isn't a big fans seeing me using make up, zzzz </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcoav_ZjwNuwBj9DErTyzRuKjPe9V5a0jKbE9trE6ndb2KA563r5_7rkM_seNNCQBkWiCurdMOctdMoCVtyg9czQNfk9VHUpDsVW1wYxToZ_WwpTSmwqynBDRDSfGEzO16dB0acA/s1600/friends" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcoav_ZjwNuwBj9DErTyzRuKjPe9V5a0jKbE9trE6ndb2KA563r5_7rkM_seNNCQBkWiCurdMOctdMoCVtyg9czQNfk9VHUpDsVW1wYxToZ_WwpTSmwqynBDRDSfGEzO16dB0acA/s320/friends" /></a></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Terus pernah pas lagi ngikutin serial <b>F.R.I.E.N.D.S </b>di Star Movies all I wanna do is hang in a coffee shop. Ngobrol, cuci mata, nulis novel, etc. Pokoknya apa aja deh asal di coffee shop. But then I figured out that:</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"> 1) gw ga suka pergi sendirian</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">2) gw ga doyan minum kopi</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">3) boros amat gw mau leyeh-leyeh aja di coffee shop.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">HAHA, I know I'm so weird and random --" but seeing all those 6 people always hanging out in the same place everyday, bikin gue jadi kepengen nyobain apa yang mereka selalu lakuin.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_70e_uU_Q3rGGVvsv2fcbI1HwXRKWRt5tHxr8BweZDF4-bg8j9Fmlulw5HdmmAysT-mIi9dZwaUaBWhDfBd2hQ6mBlgHIkBdPp8unjCImh6CKTZLANEv8USmKYrRBDYR8M_8kA/s1600/HIMYM" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_70e_uU_Q3rGGVvsv2fcbI1HwXRKWRt5tHxr8BweZDF4-bg8j9Fmlulw5HdmmAysT-mIi9dZwaUaBWhDfBd2hQ6mBlgHIkBdPp8unjCImh6CKTZLANEv8USmKYrRBDYR8M_8kA/s320/HIMYM" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;">And for now, gue lagi suka-sukanya banget sama this geeky yet sexy Architect, Ted Mosby from <b>How I Met Your Mother</b>. So far gue baru nonton sampe season 3 episode 12 (might continue it later on tonight, teehee) and I LOVE THIS SERIES! Ahh, all the fun and wild stuffs they're doing... I've always wanted to experience it in my life. Especially Lily and Marshall's 10 years (and on going) relationship, I mean... WOW! They've only had sex with each other (See, this is ultimately rare for western culture), they're a weird in-a-cute-kinda-way couple and they always somehow manage to deal with all their problems and down sides. It's amazing. Well, even thou it's only in a movie but still... <i>"Awww"</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Secara gw tipe orang yang yah, as I've mentioned earlier above "easily influenced", satu dari banyak hal yang udah bikin gw rada berubah adalah... Now I always talk and write in English. Well, gue emang selalu ngomong pake Bahasa Inggris sih tp itu buat ke orang rumah dan temen-temen Global. Pernah beberapa hari lalu gw nyadar <i>"Gw jadi pake bahasa Inggris mulu yah ngmg ke Ucup?"</i> trus I asked him if it's weird to see (or in this case, read my text) me always talk in English. Then he said <i>"Iya rada aneh, tp gapapa bagus. Sekalian aku jg memperlancar, hee"</i> Tapi walau pun begitu gue tetep ngerasa ga enak, soalnya my tone jadi beda ngomong sama dia. It's as if I'm talking to a friend, not to a boyfriend. And he felt it too :( I'm sorry... As you can see, my recent posts are mostly written in English too.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Another thing that influenced me is, last night I somehow bisa secara sangat amat random mikir sesuatu yg absurd <i>yet</i> fun <i>yet</i> adventurous... And I talked to Ucup about it:</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Me:</b> Pu... Sini deh, aku tiba-tiba mikir sesuatu yg random banget tapi seruuuu!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ucup:</b> Apaan Nyu?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>M:</b> Gini, yah well... Aku rada terinspirasi sama series F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Hmm, misalnya kalo nanti hubungan kita ga berhasil terus kita putus terus ya kita move on kan. Nah tapi, misalkan by the age of yaa umur maksimal kita diharuskan udah berkeluarga tapi kita ga berkeluarga-keluarga juga... Kamu mau nikah sama aku gak?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>U:</b> <i>*bengong* *senyum nahan ketawa*</i> Kamu lucu banget sih pikirannya Nyuu...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>M:</b> Yee, ini tuh seru tau! Jadi bisa dibilang kayak apa yaa, we already have a backup plan untuk masa depan! Soalnya dari pada nih kita buang2 waktu lagi buat nyari calon, kenapa ga sama yang pernah sama-sama jadian aja pas dulunya?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>U:</b> Haha dudut. Hmm... Emangnya kamu mau nikah sama aku? Aku ga peka loohh, ga sensitif...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>M:</b> Tenaaang, sekarang udah mau bulan ke 7 kita jadian jadi aku yaa udah mulai kebiasa lah. Jadi kayaknya misalnya di masa depan aku sama kamu lagi, ga bakal kaget deh! Wlee ;p</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>U:</b> Pfftt, nyebeliiin!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>M: </b>Hehe, gimana sayaaang?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>U:</b> Yaudah, tapi kalo sama-sama single kan?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>M:</b> Yaiyalaaah!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>U:</b> Ok, aku mau</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>M&U: </b>*pinky promise*</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">So there you go, secara ga langsung gue udah ngelamar Ucup pffftt ( - . - ")</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Another thing that influenced me. If you're wathing HIMYM, you'll probably know that Lily & Marshall use this "pause-unpause" method if they're fighting. Jadi misalnya lo lagi berantem heboh, tp tiba-tiba you don't want to fight about it you'll say "pause" habis itu keadaan antara lo-pacar akan seperti biasa pas lagi adem ayem. Tp itu tergantung partner lo jg lagi pengen pause ato ga and when you feel like talking about it again, you'll say "unpause". I thought this method is uber cool, I'm gonna start using it. MUAHAHAHAHA :D</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">So yeah, bisa di konklusikan kalo gue gampang banget kepengaruh sama tontonan. Especially movies/series yang punya meaning di balik cerita-ceritanya. Ga cuma sekedar asal mensajikan konflik tanpa ada buah yang bisa dipetik, like most of national TV programs now. Sheesh, ironic.</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Menit 7:10 - 7:20. Happiest seconds in my life :D</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">SO EFFIN' ADORABLE, I COULD DIE OF GEMES.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm such a stupid girl. Kenapa sih gw musti sok-sok tegar, sok-sok pengen tau, sok-sok ARGHHHHH.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Intinya:</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>kenapa gue sekepo itu?</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Belajar dari hubungan gue yg sebelumnya, gw pikir I've learned my lessons dengan ga kepengen tau tentang masa lalu pacar gue sekarang. Karena, the last time I'm in a relationship I know too much and semakin banyak gue tau... semakin tinggi rasa penasaran gue untuk mencari tau lebih dalam lagi soal masa lalunya. STUPID. Gosh! But guess what? Rasa penasaran gw menang, dan gw kali ini dengan sengaja mencari tau super duper ultimate dalem tentang masa lalu pacar gw. Dan hasilnya? Yeap, I'm hurt. That bad.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">You see, I kinda see this as uh... a suicidal that I did to myself. Sheesh, can't stop saying how stupid I am. Hal yang lebih buruk adalah setelah gue tau tentang masa lalunya (dan yaa kemungkinan emang gue ga bakal suka), gue ga bakal berhenti make itu buat dijadiin bahan-bahan sarcasms ke dia. Sometimes he's chill (on the outside) about it, but sometimes we fight about it.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Enough with the history already! AND PLEASE, for the love of God. MOVE ON, dude! Can't you see <b>ME</b>?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-9121019866287109812010-08-23T22:39:00.001+07:002010-11-16T17:49:03.924+07:00H+8: Where will I stand 5-6 years from today?<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Boleh gw jujur? Gw pengen <b>banget</b> nikah. Gw pengen punya seseorang yang bisa gue temuin (selain keluarga inti) dari pagi-pagi buta, siang, dan sebelum gue memejamkan mata di malam hari. Gw pengen bisa ngerencanain segala macam hal dari yg paling sepele, sampe yang paling besar sama dia. I'll tell you a secret, gw paling suka belanja kebutuhan rumah di Ace Hardware or you know, like the one in Senayan City? Ah, milih-milih furniture, TV, kebutuhan dapur, kamar mandi, dll excites me! Kayaknya super duper ultimate seru :D Itu hal pertama yang paling gue nantiin if I'm married, <i>tentunya</i> setelah punya tempat tinggal sendiri.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkC1gECimkK-6fOSEgT7iVoLtQUoPmSgDn7LvZ1LIEhNrWiONmq2U00NVPW84uCdthGe-Yoxm-pJyb_UhhE-gZRT5qMW2O69vGC9ueByRwNi8JAnNmz4EYgyIMOUYzP3Z8vlRowA/s1600/as" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkC1gECimkK-6fOSEgT7iVoLtQUoPmSgDn7LvZ1LIEhNrWiONmq2U00NVPW84uCdthGe-Yoxm-pJyb_UhhE-gZRT5qMW2O69vGC9ueByRwNi8JAnNmz4EYgyIMOUYzP3Z8vlRowA/s320/as" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Tapi, gw udah planning kalo gue nikah nanti gue gamau langsung punya rumah sendiri. Gw pengen tinggal di apartment minimalis, ga terlalu deket sama kota, dan cuma punya 1 pembantu yang pulang-pergi setiap harinya. Kenapa gw milih apartment, karena gue rasa awal-awal nikah kayaknya kemungkinan untuk punya rumah langsung tuh quite impossible (kecuali suami lo udah kerja lebih dr 10 tahun, dan penghasilannya super wow). Oh, it reminds me of a random conversation I had with Ucup a week ago:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxL86NdSx6MVQTBiw2d_g6NHP-TTJo9U9ywrdCWz3vRWPx5vDmJ22zrnMzEzQtEmfwJ7DYMP27wU2-RkCroOpJeA3jJZ-be2_K0rQazFNcKExkqbAeo0kPTT-grKi5W6e2IjQMFA/s1600/IMG_0227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxL86NdSx6MVQTBiw2d_g6NHP-TTJo9U9ywrdCWz3vRWPx5vDmJ22zrnMzEzQtEmfwJ7DYMP27wU2-RkCroOpJeA3jJZ-be2_K0rQazFNcKExkqbAeo0kPTT-grKi5W6e2IjQMFA/s320/IMG_0227.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Ucup:</b> Tapi kamu tau kan, aku pengen banget punya rumah sendiri. Kalo bisa sebelum nikah udah punya rumah sendiri.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me:</b> Iya, tapi itu susah banget loh Pu. Cause you know, it's you. Dan bisa-bisa kalo kamu nunggu punya rumah dulu baru nikah, bisa-bisa kamu udah lebih dari 30 tahun! <span style="font-size: x-small;">(fyi: Ucup susah <b>banget</b> disuruh hemat/nabung)</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Ucup:</b> Iya sih... Emang kalo kamu maunya gimana?</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>Kalo aku mau nya nanti kalo awal nikah, pengen tinggal di apartment sama 1 pembantu yg pulang-pergi tiap harinya.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Ucup:</b> Apartment? Ga seruuu! Ga ada tetangganya, ntar ga bisa main</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me:</b> Yee, tetep main dipikirin! Think of it this way, kalo kamu udah punya rumah sendiri pas awal-awal nikah it will be uber boring! Kamu masih berdua aja sama istri kamu, belum ada anak kan? Yaa kecuali kalo pas nikah kamu udah umur 30 baru lah langsung punya anak gapapa, aku sih gamau punya anak cepet-cepet (kalo nikah di bawah umur 25) mau pacaran dulu lagi yang halal kalo habis nikah hehe. Nah terus, emang siap gitu ngurus rumah? Rumah itu ga gampang loh ngurus ini itu nya. Tapi kamu mana mikir yang begituan, kamu kan cowo. Cowo cuma bisa mikir 1 hal, dan sblum 1 hal itu ke-cek list kamu ga akan bisa mikir yg lain, beda sm cewek. Terus kita bakal spent most of our time setiap harinya not at home, we'll be working jadi buat apa punya rumah dulu? Apartment kan gampang, it's not as big as a house, terus bersih-bersih udah ada pembantu, security udah terjamin, pkoknya you have anything you want for a fresh marriage life if you live in an apartment. Well, ya itu menurut aku ya. Aku sih maunya gitu...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Ucup:</b> Iya sih ya, kalo cowo kan mikirnya cuma 1 dan bakal fokus ke situ. Kalo cewe kan mikirnya banyak, mikirin kerjaan lah, mikir masak apa lah, dll... Apa lagi aku ya! Aku mana bisa mikir begituan, males</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me:</b> Beeeegitulah...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Ucup:</b> Ih si sayang pinter deh! Ga nyangka... Unyuu menyeee, udah mulai cocok jadi istri hehe</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I guess, secara ga sadar gue udah ngeplan secara garis besar soal my marriage life. Like for example: I want an outdoor wedding, with simple decoration dan <b>engga mau sama sekali</b> resepsi di gedung! SUMPEK! Terus I want 2 children, twins, a boy and a girl... 3 will be okay, but 3 is enough. I don't know, is it just me or is it really every girls habit to plan out their D-Day?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAwSocnQj-f8fEfefSGOHGZbE0GWz_xBhaeZIGZIFaFIiEdaEFQUWi5dskpaysJtchuX8FsGQNIGXqxG8uKy1zV0cLlvXaRKnzjI5fUiilqA1KbgHQQc-dQbedcAiK2XZEKlh3w/s1600/asss" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAwSocnQj-f8fEfefSGOHGZbE0GWz_xBhaeZIGZIFaFIiEdaEFQUWi5dskpaysJtchuX8FsGQNIGXqxG8uKy1zV0cLlvXaRKnzjI5fUiilqA1KbgHQQc-dQbedcAiK2XZEKlh3w/s320/asss" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Tapi itu bukan berarti gue pengen buru-buru nikah.<b> NOPE</b>. Sama sekali t-i-d-a-k. Na'ah. Umur termuda gue mau nikah is probably 24-25, lebih muda dari itu err kayaknya engga deh. And besides, gue selalu mikir this way <i>"Well, you see... Lo pasti berharap lo nikah cuma sekali dan gamau cerai kan? So that means, once you're married you'll lose your freedom that you used to have when you're single. AND, kalo lo udah nikah and eventually punya anak... You can't be selfish, you can't just think about yourself. You have your husband (or wife) and your kids to think about. Then why rush into marriage? Lo hidup cuma sekali, muda cuma sebentar dan sisa hidup lo... Lo bakal habisin untuk ngurus anak dan pasangan lo, and you can't turn back. Jadi, nikmatin masa muda lo selagi lo bisa. Cause once you're married, you have to commit to it and you can never say 'ah I wish I didn't get married too soon'. Cause believe me, I've heard and seen that a lot. Dan gue gamau jadi salah satu diantara mreka. Gw mau, when I am married... Emang udah pure siap dan gue udah yakin sama pendamping gue yang insyallah bener-bener bisa ngertiin & nerima gue apa adanya."</i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Pffftt, I sound so old! ( - . - )</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Anywho. Yeah... Marriage is great, but I guess I'll see you in the next 5-6 years from today. :)</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Cheerio xo</div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-20542131190618482492010-08-22T21:58:00.001+07:002010-11-16T17:49:10.055+07:00H+7: Music is like a heatbeat. It follows you everywhere<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Music sucks. I hate music. Cause music is everywhere. I can't seem to find a day without listening to it, it's addictive and yet I hate it.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I hate music cause it always reminds me on how I am so desperately want to know how to play musical instruments, but I can't. I hate music cause it's always reminds me on every single moment that had happened while I'm listening to a particular song. Music just... tells so many stories, in just 3-4 minutes.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyo3xEfut30pufe2HhvW0-IRRgMDqmKYI5PtCpFqk0XLmex7OPOJVakoX2u5TRV1qU-Rg3oJBOAutM2JblLvSBQjAipwxlhEvrFX9FDaLIjeKH96DM-uG0EltYt-ei89WqQhjKag/s1600/images2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyo3xEfut30pufe2HhvW0-IRRgMDqmKYI5PtCpFqk0XLmex7OPOJVakoX2u5TRV1qU-Rg3oJBOAutM2JblLvSBQjAipwxlhEvrFX9FDaLIjeKH96DM-uG0EltYt-ei89WqQhjKag/s320/images2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> Fun fact #1: I cried when I heard they're breaking-up in 2005</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Fun fact #2: I cried (again) when I heard they're re-united last year</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Fun fact #3: F*ck, I have to see Mark before I die!!</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Every relationships I had always introduces me to a new genre of music I never thought I would listen. Like once I dated a guy who introduces me to punk-alternative such as Blink-182, Simple Plan, etc. While beforehand, the type of music I listen to was Hilary Duff, Westlife, F4, Backstreet Boys. But guess what, punk-alternative? I LOVE IT. Up until now, that would be my most fav genre in music history. You can check my iTunes if you don't believe me. Then, I dated a guy who introduces me to indies and rock type of music. Not liking it too much, but you know there's always a song or two that could stuck in my head and I could play it on repeat for a period of time. And the current relationship I have right now, introduces me to a not-so-new type of genre, Korean. It's not a new thing for me, really. Cause in 7th grade, I love Mandarin music. In 9th grade, I gave my heart to L'Arc~en~Ciel which is a Japanese band. And now, Big Bang have again, stolen my heart. Ooh, and it's a Korean music. (I guess I have a thing for Asian boys)</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPw0sm3Fytulxao76tZyXhX7xd8c84Qd8pB4t_nC3JSsxHCfiURPTaeSVuAExSeFS5Bx-FDH7CglUwLj_f2LSddyR1fjI5aSgzyDTv8d96XU7w7sP9IAf-PnkmAckmA0U9tK-EQ/s1600/images3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPw0sm3Fytulxao76tZyXhX7xd8c84Qd8pB4t_nC3JSsxHCfiURPTaeSVuAExSeFS5Bx-FDH7CglUwLj_f2LSddyR1fjI5aSgzyDTv8d96XU7w7sP9IAf-PnkmAckmA0U9tK-EQ/s320/images3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Fun fact: I used to listen to their songs all the time (my boyfriend gave me) but, I started liking them (and their music) not because my boyfriend always giving me their songs but when I randomly youtube-d their videos and realizing there's this uber-cute guy named Choi (T.O.P - right side) and he has the most killer eyes e-v-e-r!</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I don't know, I guess I'm the type of person who opens up about music and basically listen to all sort of music, and I don't really care what others think about my taste in music. But still... that doesn't change the fact that music sucks!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">You wanna know why I say music sucks?</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Since earlier I told you every relationships I had always introduces me to a new genre, which happens to be cool and you know I could fall for, but... Every time I break up, music <i>is and the only</i> connection I have that could reminds me of my past relationship. And that sucks. Real bad.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbIbqKshCaNa6LKQqHFxKk30NlcopHMSe-ZmOwv_qe7XKyeyK5roPws-Ew3edgxdILpGbTY_wRFsfW_5pXvjGkSrdF23R6GMow2XBUuascuzncKmJAmJKbTHSpvlm_npR1rcNJg/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbIbqKshCaNa6LKQqHFxKk30NlcopHMSe-ZmOwv_qe7XKyeyK5roPws-Ew3edgxdILpGbTY_wRFsfW_5pXvjGkSrdF23R6GMow2XBUuascuzncKmJAmJKbTHSpvlm_npR1rcNJg/s320/images.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Fun fact: I used to debate who's the most awesome band ever between FOB and Blink-182 with my ex, and we could spent hours debating about it.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Every time I break up with someone, I suddenly stop listening to that particular music I used to listen to when I'm with him. It's actually pretty weird, the reason I have for stop listening to music but that's me! Like a few years ago, me and my ex could just sing to every Fall Out Boy songs but when I broke up with him... Every time I hear a Fall Out Boy's songs, I could just grab and stuck a cotton inside my ears until it finishes. I don't know, music could hurt me sometimes. And I just started listening to Fall Out Boy <i>again </i>about a couple months ago, and it still have its memories which I honestly don't want to recall.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Music is just too awesome, it sucks.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">That's what I think, and I'm keeping it that way.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Ooh!</b> I have a huge thing for musician, especially bassist. Mark Hoppus from Blink-182 and Tetsuya Ogawa from L'Arc~en~Ciel are both very smokin' hot bassists, there's other bassists that I adore but is not that important to put here. And for the love of God I hope I could have the chance to be a bassist's girlfriend or something in the future (amin!!!). They're just uber smexy!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cheerio xo </span></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-88349925002381498922010-08-21T21:30:00.025+07:002010-11-16T17:50:04.806+07:00H+6: Kenalan Yuk Sama Melin! :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Can I be honest? Gue mulai kehabisan topik mau nulis apa, ow no! Dan ini baru hari ke 6 x|</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">As I am a (very) random person, I wanna post something random about me. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>#randomhabits:</b></span></div><ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><li><span style="font-size: small;">Kalo lagi mandi or pake body lotion or anything. Gue selalu meng-anak emas-kan tubuh bagian kanan gue, jadi misalnya lagi pake sabun yang paling banyak gue kasih sabun dan gosok lebih lama pasti bagian kanan. I have absolutely no idea why, but that's what I do dari dulu.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I'm not a planner, I'm a spontaneous person. But when it comes to going out, I can be extremely perfectionist on where to go, when, with who, etc. Ini rada menyebalkan memang, cause I like things to go well, jadi kadang kalo it went wrong my mood will drastically drop. Like, really D-R-O-P.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Di saat mandi, I have my own list on what to do after this and that. Biasanya pas gue baru masuk kamar mandi, gue pipis dulu. Baru undress, then shampoo, bilas, conditioner, ngejepit rambut dengan conditioner masih nempel di rambut, "bersih-bersih", sabunan, bilas, bengong, cuci muka, bengong, handukan badan, handukan rambut, ngebuntel-buntel rambut di handuk, pake undies baru gosok gigi. Weird, huh? Dan biasanya kalo gue ga ngelakuin as exactly like I always do, pasti pas slese mandi gue ngerasa kayak ada yg kurang, walau pun sebetulnya udah semua. This thing apply juga pas gue lg dandan, hahaha LOL.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Gue insomnia dari tahun 2005 atau 2006, dan biasanya kalo gue ga bisa tidur I make dreams. People call it "day-dreaming" ato "berkhayal" tp gue manggilnya bikin mimpi hehe. Tapi, gue ngelakuinnya harus in a dark place terus posisi tidur harus miring ke kanan. I can never be asleep kalo posisi tidur gue terlentang. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I always chew food on my left side. Ga ngerti kenapa tapi ini jadi kebiasaan yg gue baru sadarin beberapa minggu/bulan terakhir ini. Dan sejak gue ngeh akan habit gue, gue selalu nyoba untuk ngunyah di bagian kanan tapi baru sadar gue ngelakuin habit gue lagi dan lagi selalu after I chew on the left side. Pas gue pindah, it just... doesn't feel right.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Setelah belanja bulanan, I always take some part of the snacks & drinks to my room. This is because, adek gue tipe orang yang orangnya ngemil mulu dan ga pernah sadar kalo dia yang selalu ngabisin snacks. Jadi kalo gue ga ngambil - dan gue tipe org yg sebetulnya jarang ngemil - dan pas akhirnya gue baru mau ngemil, pasti udah tinggal sisa-sisa doang or even worst biasanya udah abis.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Sebelum tidur, gue harus ngelakuin what I called 3-steps (tapi sekarang jadi lebih). They are: pipis, gosok gigi, cuci muka (And of course, in exact orders). But now, I also need to drink water and use lip balm first. After that, baru baca doa and sleep :)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Selalu bawa kamera kemana pun gue pergi. Even thou my phone has a well yeah not-bad camera quality, tapi bringing at least a pocket camera is a must for me. I like to... mengabadikan sebuah kenangan singkat dalam hidup.</span></li>
</ol><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>#randomfacts:</b></span></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><li><span style="font-size: small;">Tidak suka jalan-jalan sendiri. Daripada gue jalan-jalan kemana sendirian, mendingan di rumah. I don't like being in a crowded place, especially if I'm alone.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">This blog was actually made by me in 2006, karena gue lagi suka-sukanya nulis poet2 emo karena lagi super naksir sama temen gue kelas 1 SMA. Lol. Temen-temen Global pasti tau siapa, hahahaha :$</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I'm a dog person, 100%. Tidak peduli dengan apa kata agama yg bilang anjing itu najis atau apa lah, I just love dogs so much and always will. Gw harus pnya pet anjing if I'm married later.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Awal dari kesukaan gue ngoleksi Jack (Nightmare before Christmas) sebetulnya sangat tidak disengaja. Gue inget I was in Citos, back in 2006, terus di cashier nya dijual Jack stuffs. I bought some of them, trus pas gue bawa ke sekolah (waktu itu I bought a phone straps) semua orang tiba-tiba langsung nge-assume I collect Jack, which I'm not... yet. Tapi pas gue liat-liat, Jack lucu juga yaa. Dari situ gue jadi tergila-gila deh :D </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Saya jauh lebih ingin belajar bahasa Jepang, dibanding belajar bahasa Perancis, Rusia, dll.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Gue paling ga bisa ngga ngutak-atik gadgets baru yg gue punya.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Gue belajar nyetir, ga pake les-les-an. Cuma by seeing others doing it. I'm the type of person who can learn just by seeing others doing it. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Gw bicara pake bahasa inggris dari gue umur 3 or 4 years old. Masih super duper hancur, tapi yeah...</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Gue ga pernah ketemu Ayah gue dari umur... I don't know. Yep, segitu lamanya sampe gue ga bs inget. Oh and yeah, my mom and dad got divorced when I'm 1 or 2 years old.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">The most effective position yang udah pasti bikin gue terlelap adalah tengkurap. But I think that position will give me a bad side effects to my bo0bs, jd gue ga mau sering-sering. ;p</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I am so effin' weak with guys wearing hats. Mau jelek kayak apa, kalo dia pake topi pasti jadi lebih "naik" gitu level kejelekannya. So if you're trying to make me like you, use hats. Lol </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Gw udah pernah pacaran 7x (my current relationship is with the 7th boyfriend). Had 6 exs, 2 selingkuhan, 2 yang engga terlalu gue hitung pacarannya.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Belum pernah jadian sampe bertahun-tahun. Paling lama euhm, cuma 8 bulan. So I'm working my ass off in this current relationship, but you know... We'll see. *muka licik*</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Paling ga suka going to bed, tapi sekali udah tidur gamau pernah bangun.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Hated seafood my whole life, but super in love with them now. When and how? I have no idea!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Gue orang Padang - Jawa, tapi kayaknya darah Padang gue lebih kentel di hal makanan cause I cannot eat without sambel. Makan apa aja deh, h-a-r-u-s ada bau-bau cabe/sambel. Kalo engga tuh, malah gue mending ga makan karena kalo makan tanpa ada yg pedes-pedes malah bikin mual! But guess what? My boyfriend is Padangnese too, tapi tetep gue yang lebih tahan makan yang pedes-pedes ketimbang dia. MUAHAHAHA! I feel proud, very proud of myself (6)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I like the number 28 and 182. 28 from my birthday, 182 from my #1 most fav band ever :)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I wanted to get rid of my "Tweet This" icon (below my signature), but I don't know how. Since my ex boyfriend helped me designed this blog, so I am clueless.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I just edited my "T0odles!" with "</span><span style="font-size: small;">Cheerio xo" last night. From American style, to British style. Huh, what do ya think? </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Gue <i>baru</i> sadar beberapa bulan lalu, but... I LOVE CHEESE. So much. So bad. ARGH! Apa pun yang berbau keju, pastiiii gue suka. Omagah, I can't get enough of cheese and that's bad... Cause it will make me fat! x \ BOO-HOO! </span></li>
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div>Melinda Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044527220391968691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37734180.post-12854949455003474562010-08-20T23:39:00.009+07:002010-11-16T17:50:13.898+07:00H+5: Sesuatu Yang Nyaman Untukmu, Kadang Bisa Membuat Orang Merasa Risih<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">So for the past week I've been watching How I Met Your Mother, season 1. It kinda reminds me of a group of people that I knew that always hang with the same person for over, oh I don't know, more than 6 years?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Menurut gue itu aneh. Don't get mad at me or anything, I'm just saying from my point of view. Karena apa yah, I mean, oke lah kalo lo berteman bisa selama itu dan it's awesome to know that. It would be totally normal if you just hang for like every couple of weeks, or yah seminggu sekali on weekend would be great. But, every 2-3 days? Seriously, guys?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Gue emang bukan tipe orang yang bergaul dengan orang yang sama terus-terusan, and selama itu. I get bored easily if I stick for too long with the same group of people. I don't say what those people are doing is weird or anything but, seriously? Every 2-3 days?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dari kecil gue selalu pindah-pindah. I was born in Jogja, lived for a few years in Surabaya, started staying in Jakarta when I was 3 until 7 then moved again to Jogja for less than a year and after that I stayed in Jakarta my whole life (or at least, up until this second). Sekolah gue pun juga pindah-pindah, tapi setelah umur 8 I always went to the same school sampe gue graduate in every level. SD 2 cawu 2 sampe lulus SD gue di SD Gunung 01 Kebayoran Lama. Gue pengeeeen banget bisa lanjutin ke SMP 11 atau 19 bareng temen-temen SD gue yg lain, tp orang tua ngelarang karena denger rumors kurang baik tentang sekolah itu. So I went to this stupid school named Delima School in Kemang. Secara emang dari awal gue sangat sangat tidak suka dan tidak setuju untuk sekolah di situ, jadi gue cuma mampu bertahan untuk 1 semester. And thank God akhirnya orang tua gue sepemikiran kalo Delima emang yah, sucky.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">So then my parents moved me to Global Jaya di Bintaro. I survived there until I'm in year 11. Dan di sana pun gue main selalu sama orang yang berbeda, I only stick to this one person that I called my bestest friend, namanya Adelia Arif. But she moved when we graduate junior high, so there I am... best friend-less. But even so, gue tetep contact sama dia. Kita tetep selalu jalan bareng every few months, and that's it. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mungkin emang dasarnya gue bukan tipe orang yang bisa terbuka dan menganggap semua orang sebagai "teman baik gue loh" or "you're my bestest best best friend EVER" dan ini bukan juga merupakan sebuah kesalahan, karena emang it's hard for me to trust people cause I've gone through a lot of problems with trust.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">But the thing I want to point out is: why do you hang with the same people every single day for more than 6 years? Don't you get bored seeing them all the time? Don't you have any other friends you can hang other than them in a regular basis? Don't you have any boyfriend/girlfriend that you should taken care of? Will you <i>ever</i> have enough?</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maksud gue, kalo lo punya pacar tapi terus-terusan ketemu sahabat lo dan lo jadi mentelantarkan pacar lo... Ngapain lo cari pacar? Pacarin aja sana sahabat lo! I guess they just got too comfortable with their little comfy zone. I'm not saying it's not cool or anything, but it's just... super weird for me. Dan itu merugikan buat orang lain.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">PS: bagi yang ngerasa, please jangan marah. This is just my curiousity and I just could not answer it, so I'm writing it in my blog so if the future me opens up this post again, I'm hoping she could finally have the answer(s). Peace out \m/</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">T0odles!</span></div><br />
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