tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29500969915762429932024-03-19T03:54:08.655-07:00kireihanaini rahasia,
jangan cerita sama siapa-siapa.
tutup mulut rapat-rapat karena bisikan saja bisa membuat satu genk mu tahu.
jangan cerita ke orang lain, bahkan pada ibu mu,
jangan berani-berani untuk menulis di diary, apalagi share di wall facebook mu atau posting ke twitter mu.
mari merapat
duduk manis dan baca blog ku dalam diam :)Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-74781072780088129252014-02-19T17:24:00.001-08:002014-02-19T17:24:18.049-08:00”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this!<div class="photoCaption">
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span class="textexposedshow"> </span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many </span><span class="textexposedshow">people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. </span><span class="textexposedshow">THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG…</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in </span><span class="textexposedshow">prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim </span><span class="textexposedshow">and here are some interesting facts:</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle.</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, </span><span class="textexposedshow">or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to </span><span class="textexposedshow">go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common </span><span class="textexposedshow">targets.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women </span><span class="textexposedshow">who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors </span><span class="textexposedshow">around to cut clothing.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through </span><span class="textexposedshow">their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are </span><span class="textexposedshow">off guard and can be easily overpowered.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is </span><span class="textexposedshow">grocery store parking lots.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">6] Number three is public restrooms.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman </span><span class="textexposedshow">and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to </span><span class="textexposedshow">worry about getting caught.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged </span><span class="textexposedshow">because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going </span><span class="textexposedshow">after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or </span><span class="textexposedshow">other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their </span><span class="textexposedshow">hands.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to </span><span class="textexposedshow">the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince </span><span class="textexposedshow">these guys you’re not worth it.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">———————————————————————————————————————————-</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or </span><span class="textexposedshow">with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask </span><span class="textexposedshow">them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk:</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now </span><span class="textexposedshow">that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, </span><span class="textexposedshow">you lose appeal as a target.</span></span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"><span class="textexposedshow"> </span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of </span><span class="textexposedshow">you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to </span><span class="textexposedshow">said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would </span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY </span><span class="textexposedshow">target.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of </span><span class="textexposedshow">it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER </span><span class="textexposedshow">SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can </span><span class="textexposedshow">do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from </span><span class="textexposedshow">behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this </span><span class="textexposedshow">guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was </span><span class="textexposedshow">trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin </span><span class="textexposedshow">and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching </span><span class="textexposedshow">yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a </span><span class="textexposedshow">particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it </span><span class="textexposedshow">is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and </span><span class="textexposedshow">make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of </span><span class="textexposedshow">trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers a</span><span class="textexposedshow">nd bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing </span><span class="textexposedshow">down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked </span><span class="textexposedshow">audibly.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of </span><span class="textexposedshow">your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any </span><span class="textexposedshow">odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really </span><span class="textexposedshow">was trouble.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">——————————————————————————————————————————-</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be </span><span class="textexposedshow">some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading </span><span class="textexposedshow">forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in </span><span class="textexposedshow">this crazy world we live in.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your </span><span class="textexposedshow">body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks </span><span class="textexposedshow">for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from </span><span class="textexposedshow">you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN </span><span class="textexposedshow">THE OTHER DIRECTION!</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back </span><span class="textexposedshow">tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like </span><span class="textexposedshow">crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has </span><span class="textexposedshow">saved lives.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, </span><span class="textexposedshow">working, etc., and just sit </span><span class="textexposedshow">(doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The </span><span class="textexposedshow">predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for </span><span class="textexposedshow">him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell </span><span class="textexposedshow">you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow"> </span></span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"><span class="textexposedshow">5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or </span><span class="textexposedshow">parking garage:</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the </span><span class="textexposedshow">passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE </span><span class="textexposedshow">RIDING A TAXI CAB) .</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the </span><span class="textexposedshow">passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling </span><span class="textexposedshow">them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their </span><span class="textexposedshow">cars.</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and </span><span class="textexposedshow">the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest </span><span class="textexposedshow">your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a </span><span class="textexposedshow">guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE </span><span class="textexposedshow">THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow"> </span></span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"><span class="textexposedshow">6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are </span><span class="textexposedshow">horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS </span><span class="textexposedshow">RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; </span><span class="textexposedshow">And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may </span><span class="textexposedshow">get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a </span><span class="textexposedshow">good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies </span><span class="textexposedshow">of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often </span><span class="textexposedshow">asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when </span><span class="textexposedshow">he abducted his next victim.</span><br /> <span class="textexposedshow"> </span></span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"><span class="textexposedshow">Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the </span><span class="textexposedshow">world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than </span><span class="textexposedshow">sorry.</span></span><br />
<strong>DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT NOT REBLOGGING THIS! IT COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.</strong><br />
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(Source: <a href="http://f-uck-normality.tumblr.com/post/38770854194/through-a-rapists-eyes-pls-take-time-to-read" title="f-uck-normality">f-uck-normality</a>, via <a href="http://caffeinegalore.com/post/72224629387/chawsaoz-through-a-rapists-eyes-pls-take">caffeinegalore</a>)<br />
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Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-844258871691185212013-12-30T21:47:00.002-08:002014-01-02T20:22:04.479-08:00bolak-balikaku pernah terdampar di sini sebelumnya.<br />
di perasaan seperti ini.<br />
bolak -balik merasakannya membuat ku hafal jalurnya.<br />
tapi kali ini tak kutemui cahaya di ujung lorong seperti biasa.<br />
bolak-balik aku mencarinya.<br />
kurapal semua ingatanku<br />
tapi masih tak kutemukan pintu keluarnya<br />
<br />
dengan terbata-bata kali ini<br />
kubolak-balik lagi rute ku yang semula.<br />
kuraba-raba dinding hati<br />
perlahan-lahan<br />
sangat pelan<br />
masih belum ketemu<br />
<br />
aku terdampar di sini<br />
salah arah<br />
salah waktu<br />
salah keputusan<br />
percuma ku bolak-balik<br />
<br />
kerutan dahi meyakinkan ku ini adalah yang pertama untuk kesekian kalinya<br />
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masih dalam labirin<br />
tak kutemukan titik ujung<br />
berputar-putar di damparan ini<br />
disekat-sekatnya yang nyata<br />
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(ter-save tanpa sempat terpublish) <br />
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<br />Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-77684086980015266762013-12-30T21:39:00.002-08:002013-12-30T21:39:47.680-08:00SENTAkhirnya..kata2 itu tak perlu lagi ku tahan. Aku bisa mengungkapkan segalanya tanpa harus lagi berunding dengan hati yang lain.<br />
<br />
"Aku kangen sama kamu.." Sahut ku dari kejauhan. Berharap getaran suara
ku bisa menjelaskan lebih banyak betapa cekat yang menyakitkan ini
pernah menjadi tembok beton yang sulit di tembus utk sekedar berujar
mengenai kerinduan.<br />
<br />
"Aku kangen tawa mu yang menahan geli karena gelitikanku." helaan nafas
panjang ku diakhiri dengan menjatuhkan handphone ke kasur lalu mengacak
rambut.<br />
<br />
"Aku gak bisa nelfon beneran..baru acting kayak gini aja udah nervous.
Aku beneran kangeeeeeeen...." putus asa karena latihan ku tidak bisa
terwujud nyata. Belum lagi pukulan tiang listrik 3 kali juga menyadarkan
bahwa ide ku itu memang konyol Dan hanya akan menambah rusak keadaan.<br />
<br />
Beberapa waktu belakangan ini aku memang sulit tidur. Entah rindu pada
sosoknya ataukah hanya pada kenangannya. Itu juga memiliki tanda Tanya
besar.<br />
<br />
Ya..aku hanya tidak ingin menyeretnya lagi pada harapan akan hubungan yang nyata sementara jiwaku ini labil.<br />
<br />
Saat ini yang bisa kuyakini hanya sesak yang mengenalkan diri sebagai rindu. Dan itu membutuhkan penawar.<br />
<br />
Tidur!<br />
<br />
"Hana rajin sekarang. Baru jam 5 subuh udah bangun." pujian yang terdengar sebagai sindiran dari ibuku.<br />
<br />
"ada siaran subuh, Bun.." jawabku jujur.<br />
<br />
"kamu gak sarapan dulu?" Tanya Bunda sambil melipat alat sholatnya.<br />
<br />
"sarapan di kantor aja bun..perutnya gak enak." jawabku sambil merias diri seadanya. Sedang tidak ada semangat sama sekali.<br />
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~~<br />
<br />
"kamu kurusan deh, han!" tiba-tiba Ara' teman kantor ku datang mengagetkan.<br />
<br />
"kayaknya kamu sering begadang lagi yah?! Bawah mata kamu sampe gede banget kantongnya."<br />
<br />
"iya, sengaja biar kalo belanja gak usah beli kantong lagi." jawab ku asal<br />
<br />
"asal jangan beli sembarang HATI" dia memberi penekanan. Mungkin niatnya Melucu.<br />
<br />
"sakit Karena rindu jangan dianggap remeh lho!"<br />
<br />
"maksud kamu?"<br />
<br />
"ya..ampun Han..kamu pikir kami ini gak sadar kalo kamu lagi gamang gak
jelas?! Keliatannya aja ceria. Tapi kamu gampang ketebak kalo terlalu
banyak ngomong! Kamu terlalu berusaha keras."<br />
<br />
Aku hanya diam menatap lantai.<br />
<br />
"kita mungkin gak terlalu akrab. Aku juga gak tahu kamu kayak gini karena siapa ato yang mana."<br />
<br />
Kalimatnya yang terakhir bikin aku mendelik padanya. Tapi masih diam.<br />
<br />
"hehehe..becanda. Tapi aku serius kalo kamu harus berhenti gamang
sendiri. Maksud aku, biasanya orang kayak kamu itu berperang sendiri
sama hatinya. Parahnya adalah kalo orang yang kamu pikirin itu sama
sekali gak tauk."<br />
<br />
"ara..kami bukan apa-apa. Aku bukan siapa-siapa buat dia." aku mulai bersuara.<br />
<br />
"maaf kalo aku ikut campur tanpa kamu minta. Soalnya jidat kamu
tulisannya jelas banget kalo minta di 'puk-puk'. " Dia ngeledek aku
lagi.<br />
<br />
"Kalo memang kalian bukan apa-apa? Kemudian apa yang menjadi besar?
Setidaknya kamu harus berbahagia bawa dunia nya tetap berputar begitu
juga denganmu."<br />
<br />
"tapi apa kamu udah kasih sinyal ke -orang-yang-namanya-gak-bisa-<br />
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<wbr></wbr>disebut itu kalo kamu kangen?" pertanyaan tadi menusuk rusuk. Tauk aja dia. Dan lagi-lagi saya cuma bisa diam.<br />
<br />
Menggeleng. Itu jawaban bisu Ku. Saya yakin dia tidak perlu belajar bahasa isyarat.<br />
<br />
Entah mengapa dia yang menghela nafas.<br />
<br />
"kadang kita akan menertawai masa lalu kita yang pahit..tapi untuk yang
satu ini kamu akan menyesal saat bentuk Kerinduanmu harus dilayangkan
bersama dengan undangan pernikahan, entah itu kepunyaanmu atau itu atas
namanya."<br />
<br />
Tersodok rasanya dada ini mendengar nasehatnya..belum selesai dia kembali berbicara.<br />
<br />
"harga dirimu tidak akan habis hanya dengan mengutarakan kerinduan pada
seorang kawan. Aku yakin..kalian teman yang cukup dekat sehingga jarak
pasti membuat jiwa kalian rindu."<br />
<br />
Bahasanya berubah. Lebih formal dan seperti sastrawan. Menurut ku Lucu.
Yaah..aku menertawai kemalangan ku. Rindu yang bertepuk sebelah tangan.<br />
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"waduuh, parah..kebiasaan ngerapel makan jadinya perutku kambuh lagi."
keluh ku sambil menahan asam lambung yang sudah naik ketenggorokan.<br />
<br />
Malam ini aku lagi-lagi terbangun dini hari.<br />
<br />
Sunyi. Saking heningnya , Suara detik jam kedengaran begitu jelas.<br />
<br />
Kepalaku tidak penat lagi. tarikan nafasku juga sudah tidak berat. Kali
ini tangan ku yang terlalu ringan karena dengan santainya mengambil
handphone yang berada tepat di sampingku.<br />
<br />
Jari-jemariku nampaknya terlalu lincah. Otakku tidak bisa menghentikannya yang dengan tulus mengutarakan hasrat hati.<br />
<br />
"<i>beeeibh...aku kangeeeen. Beiibh, kamu udah bobo? Kamu kok lama sih di sana? Kapan kamu ke sini lagi? Aku kangen beiiibh....</i>"<br />
<br />
"<i>Beiibh...aku pengen dengar suara kamu. Lewat vn juga boleh. Beiiibh..telfonku kok gak pernah mau diangkat??</i>"<br />
<br />
"<i>Beeibh..main tebak gambar di telapak tangan yuuk!</i>"<br />
<br />
"<i>Beeeibh...akuuu minta maaf!</i>" Pada kalimat ini, air mata ku jatuh. Sesak. Tapi juga melegakan. Dan jariku masih terus mengetik.<br />
<br />
"<i>aku sadar aku terlalu pengecut. Aku mengingkari perasaan aku sendiri.
Tapi itu karena aku gak yakin kita bisa langgeng. Aku gak bisa kalo
nantinya kita mesti putus dan akhirnya tidak punya hubungan sama sekali
karna berteman lagi setelahnya akan terasa aneh</i>."<br />
<br />
"<i>beiiibh...kenapa dulu kamu jadi protect banget siiih? Kamu juga jadi
suka bentak aku. Cara ngomong kamu jadi kasar! Kenapa beiibh.</i>."<br />
<br />
Hening. Jari ku berhenti. Nadi ku berdenyut kencang.<br />
<br />
Dan..air mata ku tumpah lebih banyak saat otakku memerintahkan untuk
mengetik kalimat yang tertahan di paru-paru ku selama hampir tiga tahun.<br />
<br />
"<i>akuuuu sayang sama kamu!</i>"<br />
<br />
Deg deg deg<br />
<br />
"<i>selama ini itu yang mau aku bilang..tapi gak mungkin kalo aku masih punya pacar.</i>"<br />
<br />
Deg deg deg<br />
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Aku merasa lebih baik.<br />
<br />
*send*<br />
<br />
"Gak apa di kirim..pasti gak akan nyampe. Jaringan di rumahnya parah."<br />
<br />
Tapi itu cuma pikiranku. Pukul 02.45 semuaaa tanda pengiriman yang biasanya silang berubah menjadi huruf "R"..<br />
<br />
Dada ku sesak. Pikiran ku kalut. Aku gak tauk mesti ngapain.sudah kubilang sifat impulsif akan merugikanku.<br />
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Ya Tuhaaaaan..aku mesti jawab apa kalo dia sampe kasih komentar?!<br />
<br />
Kekalutanku gak berhenti..aku gak bisa melanjutkan tidur. jarum jam menunjukkan pukul 05.03. Azdan subuh memanggil.<br />
<br />
"ya Allah tolong jangan merasa sebagai pelarianku. Karena hanya engkau
tempat ku meminta ketenangan. Tolong aku ya Allah! Aku mungkin Tak
pandai berdoa,tapi yang aku tau bahwa engkau tetap Dapat mendengar doa
sekecil apapun itu."<br />
<br />
~~<br />
<br />
Bebeberapa hari setelah pesan BBM itu ter-Sent. Tidak ada kabar atau
bentuk apapun itu sebagai balasan dari pesan ku yang tak sengaja
terkirim.<br />
<br />
Sampai pada saat dimana aku sudah bisa memberi makna pada balasan
tersirat dari nya yang hanya diam Dan tak memberi respon, sebuah pesan
masuk.<br />
<br />
"<i>han..aku baru punya pulsa.</i>"<br />
<br />
Senang. Pasti. Salah tingkah. Tentu saja.<br />
Dan bagian otakku yang lain mulai menghasut.<br />
<br />
"dia harusnya gak ngediamin aku kayak gini. Masa sampe berhari-hari dia
gak kasih sinyal apa-apa, padahal jelas banget dia baca pesan aku?!"<br />
<br />
"perasaannya pasti udah berubah. Wajar kok, udah selama ini juga aku
diamin dia." senyum simpul. Ada perih. Pikiranku melayang entah kemana
saat mataku tak lepas memandang pesan singkat darinya. Sangat singkat.
Dua jempolku masih bebas tak menyentuh keyboard.<br />
<br />
Kesokan harinya dari pagi hingga siang hari, hasutan dari egoku masih
meyakinkan bahwa ia hanya memastikan bahwa dia tidak bermaksud
mengacuhkan ku tapi juga tidak menganggap pernyataanku sebagai sesuatu
yang penting.<br />
<br />
Namun di malam harinya saat lelah jiwa memberikan bantuan pada mataku
untuk terlelap lagi-lagi pesannya yang sangat singkat masuk.<br />
<br />
"<i>Hana..</i>"<br />
<br />
Mata ku terkesiap langsung mencari kesadarannya. Tanpa menunggu komando, balasanku sudah sampai padanya.<br />
<br />
"<i>iya.</i>"<br />
<br />
"<i>kangeeen</i>"<br />
<br />
Dia bilang kangen. Harusnya aku senang. Tapi ada perasaan tidak puas.
Dan aku malah hanya mengirimnya emoticon senyum Dan menanyakan mengapa
ia belum tidur.<br />
<br />
Dan ia kembali tak memberikan balasan.<br />
<br />
~~<br />
<br />
Keesokan harinya tumpukan jadwal menjadi seakan menjadi obat penenang.
Tapi fotonya yang menjadi latar wallpaper hapeku lah yang menjadi
moodbooster. Aku tetap gila.<br />
<br />
Di subuh hari kembali aku terbangun Dan mengiriminya pesan. Pesan yang
cukup untuk menghangatkan kerinduanku. Isinya kembali membahas kebiasaan
lama ku dengannya.<br />
<br />
"<i>Selamat subuh,..di jam2 seperti ini kayaknya otakku baru bisa bekerja dgn baik. Apa kabar kamu?<br />
Aku kangen kamu, kangen ketawa lucu mu krn gak bisa nahan geli klo di gelitik. Baik2 di sana...jgn lupa shoalat :')</i>"<br />
<br />
Di pagi harinya ada balasan pesan dari sms ku.<br />
<br />
"<i>Selamat hari kesetiakawanan nasional, Han :)</i>"<br />
<br />
"<i>Selamat :) </i>"<br />
<br />
Hanya itu yang bisa ku ketik.<br />
Dan nampaknya aku pun tak harus mengambil ulang kelas pragmatic untuk mengetahui makna tersirat dari pesannya.<br />
<br />
Kawan..<br />
<br />
Ya..dia kembali menganggapku menjadi kawannya. Dan aku juga berhasil mendapatkan karmaku.</div>
Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-63828910813588172942013-01-14T23:07:00.000-08:002013-01-14T23:07:05.257-08:00Kamu dan Dirimu<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apa kamu pernah mengejek cerita FTV yang terlalu mellow??</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Berhati-hatilah karena
bisa jadi hal tersebut juga akan menimpamu. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Live is never flat. That’s true..</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">akan ada polemik, masalah, senyum
kecut, tangisan kceil, tawa lebar, ataupun (the worst) bisul dalam hati, dimana
dirimu tidak akan tahu apa yang sakit sampi akhirnya lukanya parah.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hemmph, kamu pasti pernah memilih..apapun itu, pasti
terkadang merupakan sesuatu yang sulit. Butuh kerelaan untuk mengikhlaskan
option lainnya untuk tidak terpilih.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hidup itu pilihan, dan akan ada orang yang diurung rasa
bimbang mengatakan bahwa memilih untuk
tidak memilih juga merupakan sebuah pilihan.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Picik, pengecut, penakut. Mungkin orang-orang kan
menjudgenya demikian. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tapi itu juga merupakan pilihannya kan?!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Saat hatimu belum tahu akan berlabuh kemana, semntara telah
ada seseorang yang setia disampingmu, menemani dan menunggumu, bahkan
menyayangimu..</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dia telah berusaha sekuat mungkin untuk membuatmu bahagia,
tapi yang jadi pertanyaan selanjutnya adalah “do you really happy?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Jawaban yang tidak bisa kau jawab. Bukan karena tidak bisa,
tapi karena kamu tidak tahu.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dan tiba-tiba semua yang kau lihat seperti kaca jendela mobil
di saat hujan turun. Berembun.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hanya ada satu cara untuk membuatnya jelas, yaitu dengan
menyalakan AC.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tapi itu akan membuatmu menggigil. Tersiksa. Dan kamu
memilih untuk keluar dari mobil.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hahahaa, sama sekali tidak ada pada option sebelumnya.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tapi, setidaknya kamu memilih.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Orang lain datang untuk membantu mu menghilangkan kabut
tersebut. Bisa jadi itu kan membuat mu merasa lebih jelas. Tapi juga bisa jadi,
akan membuat mu dilemma dengan kehadiran actor lain.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sekali lagi kau memilih pergi dengan menyisakan masalah. Tidak
ada yang selesai. Kau selalu berlari dari masalah.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kau menganggap kehidupanmu seperti sebuah FTV yang terlalu
melankolis. Tapi harus kamu ingat, sutradara dari FTV itu hanya manusia biasa. Tapi
penulis scenario hidup mu adalah Tuhan.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kau mempercayainya. Tapi itu tetap membuat tidak bisa tegas.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kau memendam sendiri pilihanmu. Tdak pernah menyebutkannya. Tidak
menulisnya di dinding wall-mu atau pun mempostingnya di twitter mu.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kau bahkan tidak memberitahunya lewat line, atau
mengirimkannya pesan. Kau mengahpusnya dari daftar kontak mu, berharap masalah
itu akan terhapus sama seperti saat kau meng-end chat percakapan di BBM.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tapi kau sama sekali tidak tahu apa-apa.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kau tidak tahu bahwa masing-masing orang memiliki kotak Pandora,
yang jika terbuka, entah akan memberikan kejutan apa, atau akan menyakitkan siapa.</span></div>
Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-9384554344987665572012-08-17T14:56:00.005-07:002012-08-17T14:56:43.036-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">sekali rengkuh, mengutuh.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">jangan kau lepas nanti rapuh.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">sekali rengkuh tersentuh.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">jangan dihempas nanti lumpuh.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">aku hanya seputaranmu.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">sejengkal Tuhan.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">dekap aku perlahan-lahan (28 juli 2011)</span></b>
Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-19657030173504221872012-07-15T10:21:00.000-07:002012-11-07T08:12:37.301-08:00cuma lagi ingat sama kamu..cuma lagi ingat sama kamu..saat saya ingin fokus mengerjakan tugas dan terbuai dengan tampilan twitter yang lebih menarik..saat itu kamu akan mengingatkan agar saya kembali fokus.<br />
itu kebiasaan mu..kamu akan menelfon nonstop dan menemani saya dari jauh walaupun sebenarnya saya tidak hobby berbincang lama di telfon.<br />
saya ingat kamu..saat saya ke M@t4har! dan ke tempat yang paling sering 'kita' 'dulu' datangi saat kamu mencari baju..kamu suka mencari baju kaos lengan panjang dengan warna aman..<br />
nama mu muncul di pikiran saya saat bulan puasa sebentar lagi datang..dan saya berpikir dengan siapa kamu melewatinya tahun ini ..setelah 4 lebaran yang 'kita' lewati 'dulu'!!<br />
puasa pertama kita,kamu menitipkan ku di masjid kompleks karna belum mau ketahuan orang rumah kalau kita buka puasa bareng.<br />
saya ingat kamu..karna saya sadar sekali lagi saya menyakiti orang yang menyayangi saya.<br />
saya juga sayang kamu. tapi itu dulu.<br />
jaga diri, please!!Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-84866934926423601592012-05-14T01:56:00.001-07:002012-05-14T01:56:43.751-07:00sarjana oh sarjanainilah masa dimana segala yang sesuatu yang sebelumnya di anggap enteng menjadi sulit dan berat. begitu banyak temptation!!<br />
bahkan untuk mengetik satu kalimat pendek membutuhkan waktu sebulan bagiku. dan lagi-lagi diversionnya bertubi-tubi..yang luar biasanya adalah niatku yang sebelumnbya mencari tempat yang tenang untuk mengerjakan proposal gagal akibat jari-jari ku yang seperti di gantungi batu..dan lebih ringan saat menulis di blog ini.<br />
mama sudah mulai menyerang dengan berbagai pertanyaan atau bahkan pernyataan yang kadang membuat ku kesal sekaligus takut tidak bisa selesai seperti yang sudah ku targetkan. sarjana oh sarjana...<br />
ya Allah, lagi-lagi aku minta bantuan-MU! kuatkan hati ku..jauhkan gangguan ya Allah....<br />
bantu hamba menyelesaikan proposal ku, ubah segera menjadi skripsi, dan ijinkan agustus nanti saya memakai TOGA!<br />
amin.Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-16915120248841541262012-05-14T01:27:00.001-07:002012-05-14T01:27:24.798-07:00"Thinking Of You"<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"><b><br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;" /></b></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;">
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border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I am thinking of you<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Thinking of you <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; 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padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Who was spending the night<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Oh I wish that I<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Was looking into your eyes<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />You're like an Indian summer<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />In the middle of winter<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Like a hard candy <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />With a surprise center<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />How do I get better<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Once I've had the best<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />You said there's<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Tons of fish in the water<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />So the waters I will test<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />He kissed my lips<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I taste your mouth<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />He pulled me in <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I was disgusted with myself<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Cause when I'm with him<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I am thinking of you<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Thinking of you <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />What you would do if<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />You were the one <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Who was spending the night<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Oh I wish that I<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Was looking into...<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />You're the best<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And yes I do regret<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />How I could let myself<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Let you go<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Now the lesson's learned<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I touched it I was burned<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Oh I think you should know<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Cause when I'm with him<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I am thinking of you<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Thinking of you <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />What you would do if<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />You were the one <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Who was spending the night<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Oh I wish that I<br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Was looking into your eyes<br style="border-bottom-style: none; 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.katy perry.</div>Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-42239064633991940382012-03-11T12:26:00.002-07:002012-03-11T13:59:45.522-07:00#MMG in crisis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8QJzI9_O6NUWxMnWjiSsrQPUTpVJyTh2JNUYb-_CqVyws1alMsXa1r0FWTkqgTvvzsiLN5CqjrNlZEZHVA1GgtSgo9aKaQkucK8ZOccyQZji1jzW6ecnaZBwAGYeUwEVbZgr2Ia8jeI/s1600/unknown+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8QJzI9_O6NUWxMnWjiSsrQPUTpVJyTh2JNUYb-_CqVyws1alMsXa1r0FWTkqgTvvzsiLN5CqjrNlZEZHVA1GgtSgo9aKaQkucK8ZOccyQZji1jzW6ecnaZBwAGYeUwEVbZgr2Ia8jeI/s320/unknown+5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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#MMG adalah kumpulan 5 orang anak gadis - dan memang masih gadis. saya satu-satunya yang berumur lebih tua setahun dari mereka. kami bersama-sama duduk di bangku kuliah di salah satu Universitas Negeri di Makassar - oke, memang namanya UNM.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoaS-5CoezMfei7HzolBoTjhAbPZ41gTCXMTB0fV37UXC1FP6-MZMpBzR3RzcgxB0yDLk9w5iC_KWihHVSpw9tJmUkCT0ulVkUgeTarxCEpp5MkEF83MHjPqP10mZ3txiE-QsYdK6cps0/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoaS-5CoezMfei7HzolBoTjhAbPZ41gTCXMTB0fV37UXC1FP6-MZMpBzR3RzcgxB0yDLk9w5iC_KWihHVSpw9tJmUkCT0ulVkUgeTarxCEpp5MkEF83MHjPqP10mZ3txiE-QsYdK6cps0/s200/8.jpg" width="200" /></a>kami mahasiswi fakultas bahasa jurusan bahasa inggris, hanya prodi kami berbeda. lagi-lagi saya satu-satunya yang mengambil sastra sedangkan empat lainnya mengambil bisnis.<br />
@kireihana2 (saya sendiri), @silvikavika , @inthyeeFitRyaa , @MeilhaniE dan @JBHmud .<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6ZLkI2trrWClrXNlfxYMdyPeXgJS9MQPEeES2OimhCDzclMmv9oqKv4lxDAP2-zAxKXvS7KuHKKi1jfpMpnECN-SVfknVFfu8fER9ufBVUjGNzbBUR8B4Gn9Btgiw3hiXcgEGlax3Po/s1600/IMG_8188+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6ZLkI2trrWClrXNlfxYMdyPeXgJS9MQPEeES2OimhCDzclMmv9oqKv4lxDAP2-zAxKXvS7KuHKKi1jfpMpnECN-SVfknVFfu8fER9ufBVUjGNzbBUR8B4Gn9Btgiw3hiXcgEGlax3Po/s200/IMG_8188+copy.jpg" width="133" /></a>kami suka foto-foto, nyanyi-nyanyi, jalan-jalan, makan-makan, tidur-tiduran, dan kerja tugas barengan.<br />
kami seringkali sangat berisik saat sudah berkumpul dan menemukan topik candaan.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLeMdJuXu-E2hKz72N5TnT7dJ_9-rBZjuNhgRQcq4mzS6w_RtasRZozlgNu4V0YTGe5P98yziwKC1PfQ_ghtoGkYGmlJQ4ajFuR_TTDD8V_kZQG-TqYNVH7SynCJFNPEOYv23vNk81QK4/s1600/mmg2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLeMdJuXu-E2hKz72N5TnT7dJ_9-rBZjuNhgRQcq4mzS6w_RtasRZozlgNu4V0YTGe5P98yziwKC1PfQ_ghtoGkYGmlJQ4ajFuR_TTDD8V_kZQG-TqYNVH7SynCJFNPEOYv23vNk81QK4/s200/mmg2.jpg" width="200" /></a>nama #MMG sendiri diberikan secara spontan oleh salah seorang senior kami. hahaha<br />
untuk artinya sendiri, cuma kami dan Tuuhan yang tahu.<br />
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i love them ALL.<br />
mungkin karena mereka sehingga saya tidak menjadi gila setelah 'kejadian' yang menimpa saya.<br />
mereka bisa membawa senyum dan gelak tawa yang benar-benar mebuat saya tersenyum hingga saya pulang ke rumah, sendirian, dan kegalauan itu datang lagi.<br />
saya menyayangi mereka.<br />
Dan saya bukan penjilat. meski demikian saya tidak bisa bilang kalau saya tidak mengharapkan apa-apa dari mereka. saya butuh untuk menghirup udara yang sama dengan mereka.<br />
saya butuh menatap wajah mereka hingga apa yang saya lihat bisa saya kirim ke otak, lalu otak bisa memprosesnya sebagai kebahagiaan.<br />
sahabat saya bukan hanya #MMG .. saya juga punya Kireihana yang sejak SMA punya tempat tersendiri di hati ku.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQgO4bpis4B4MUDN-HPRQeMML7Ns6jVE8wgyO69g8oR1l57YLs55UyZjKr4Jr0viYcPGjUeMKuI2cfTdwpk-xxMXnjFpogAoWxDSdTIDRWDX5ov13cMveFh_GyOrHFlZoG4L4lpeiZgQ/s1600/IMG00373-20111129-1543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQgO4bpis4B4MUDN-HPRQeMML7Ns6jVE8wgyO69g8oR1l57YLs55UyZjKr4Jr0viYcPGjUeMKuI2cfTdwpk-xxMXnjFpogAoWxDSdTIDRWDX5ov13cMveFh_GyOrHFlZoG4L4lpeiZgQ/s200/IMG00373-20111129-1543.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_SJ5HJxDJBLw1Ov2O3hb2zklyz8MgYFxbVkHVfybndSjFh1gaF1lZd4ZWiDyH71kklkq9p0GahR-ANz8eLhEqjUEzmatipFRp94JlM4GpkSx0xVM9c-hG4GSq98mrPiCIuFjp2V0Nj4/s1600/MMG3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_SJ5HJxDJBLw1Ov2O3hb2zklyz8MgYFxbVkHVfybndSjFh1gaF1lZd4ZWiDyH71kklkq9p0GahR-ANz8eLhEqjUEzmatipFRp94JlM4GpkSx0xVM9c-hG4GSq98mrPiCIuFjp2V0Nj4/s320/MMG3.jpg" width="320" /></a>hanya saja #MMG mereka anak kecil yang mengajarkanku dewasa dan kuat, manja dan bersenang-senang, berisik dan merindukan Kireihana.<br />
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dan ini note kami untuk mu yang belum mengerti betapa kami menyayangi mu.<br />
kami bukan orang yang akan lari saat sahabat kami butuh. bukan cuma dalam materi tapi juga Moril.<br />
moril bukan hanya dalam masalah percintaan, tapi juga masa depan mu.<br />
masa depan bukan hanya masalah jodoh, tapi juga pendidikanmu.<br />
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sahabat bukan dia yang membenarkan setiap perkataan mu tapi yang berkata benar untuk memperbaiki mu.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGE96BPS2ukXoSNXqsRLYcict2LIjtBvfAH32_HaxZc2O86oPfvJ0DpcF_1nPD0mACSCngeNV8XgxK8rDw3_2X1soB82LT3TEtO-IvsH2D8FAcwcObvFhM46E8U4LoOxycd83m1Zkn6w/s1600/MMG4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGE96BPS2ukXoSNXqsRLYcict2LIjtBvfAH32_HaxZc2O86oPfvJ0DpcF_1nPD0mACSCngeNV8XgxK8rDw3_2X1soB82LT3TEtO-IvsH2D8FAcwcObvFhM46E8U4LoOxycd83m1Zkn6w/s320/MMG4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>jangan tersinggung saat kami mencoba mengkritik, kami hanya tidak ingin kamu jalan teralu jauh hingga kamu terkilir padahal kami sebenarnya bisa menuntunmu. kami tidak akan ikut campur dalam hal pribadi mu. itu privasi dan kami mengerti.<br />
hanya saja kami tidak ingin ada yang melukai mu.<br />
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kami tidak suka kamu menjauh, membenci, menghina dan hal lainya karena sangat menyakitkan hati.<br />
jangan diam, mari bicara. dan kita akan berangkulan lagi layaknya teletubbies.Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-79270208035151696132012-02-07T01:47:00.000-08:002012-02-07T01:47:14.813-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">merindu ku senja ini pada jingga</span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">rintik-rintik dari langit membuyarkannya</span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">mendung masih terjaga saat tak ada lagi cahaya membayang</span></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">saat gamang mari pulang</span></b></span>Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-24808016387671300392012-01-26T14:29:00.000-08:002012-01-26T14:29:12.788-08:00the zahirnovel ini sudah ada di atas meja ku beberapa minggu. pemberian dari seseorang yang merasa dirinya yakin dan bukan nekat. ^_^<br />
sama sekali belum saya buka. saya menunggu waktu santai untuk meluangan waktu penuh ku untuk membacanya.<br />
hanya aku, dia, secangkir coklat (dan mungkin sepotong kue).<br />
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tapi semalam, buku ini menggodaku untuk membuka lembaran awal, dan saya menemukan ini:<br />
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<i>zahir dalam bahasa arab berarti terlihat, ada, tak mungkin diabaikan.</i><br />
<i>zahir adalah seseorang atau sesuatu yang sekali kita mengadakan kontak dengannya atau dengan itu, lambat laun memenuhi seluruh pikiran kita, sampai kita tak bisa berpikir tentang hal-hal lain. keadaan itu bisa dianggap sebagai tingkat kesucian atau kegilaan.</i><br />
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the Zahir/paulo coelho/encyclopedia of the fantastic (1953)Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-54716119925816420502012-01-06T17:08:00.000-08:002012-01-06T17:08:15.282-08:00once upon a lovepengalihan mu begitu baik.<br />
pertahananku rapuh kan pesonamu.<br />
potongan-potongan masa indah pun berlompatan menyesaki imaji.<br />
dari cara mu mengangumkan ku, buat ku tersipu, bisikan syahdu mu, tatapan mata yang menghujam jantung, kata-kata manis yang selalu terkenagn, dan jari-jari tanganmu yang besar, halus serta hangat.<br />
membencimu membuatku merindukanmu, kau cinta yang selalu kuingnkan tetapi kusesali.<br />
kau harus menjadi kenangan dalam kotak yang akan kubakar jadi debu.<br />
terkhusus jari tengahmu, senyum pahit untuknya.Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-56047866519713708532012-01-06T16:50:00.001-08:002012-01-06T16:50:23.498-08:00suatu saat nanti..merasai hujan dengan ari jemari ..<br />
air langit selalu mampu mengkail kenangan.<br />
manis atau ironis.<br />
cardigan abu-abu polkadot,headset putih, gold smartphone dan ... (tak usah disebutkan)<br />
penantian sore untuk aktifitas umum..<br />
demi dramatisasi suasana..lagu melow korea mangalun membelai daun telinga.<br />
bau lumut dan tanah basah..<br />
bunyi gemercik air dan sepatu kanvas.<br />
saya masih sabar menanti hingga saat nanti 'waktu' menepu pundakku dan mengabarkan operasi atas patah hatiku t'lah berhasil :)Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-72475728911991591352012-01-06T16:43:00.001-08:002012-01-06T16:43:40.925-08:00ini rahasiaselesai membaca satu novel tebal..<br />
tadi rasanya begitu terhanyut dalam ceritanya<br />
ikutan sedih, manyun, senang, malu, perih, marah, juga kesemsem.<br />
begitu selesai membaca kemudian menutup buku.<br />
rasanya aneh harus kembali ke dunia nyata. dimana mata ku memang bengkak krn tangisan,<br />
tapi tangisan untuk orang yang masih sama.Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-79387530921065895662012-01-01T07:33:00.001-08:002012-01-01T07:33:24.845-08:00tugas poetry 2oh, Tuhan! panjangnya puisi ini..<div><br />
</div><div><div class="WordSection1"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">LADY OF SHALLOT</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">I was trying to analysis </span>the poem <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 12px;">The Lady of Shallot by Alfred Lord Tennyson</span> using Genetic <span>Structuralism.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;"><br clear="all" style="page-break-before: auto;" /></span></span><div class="WordSection2"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;">PART I</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">On either side the river lie</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Long fields of barley and of rye,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">That clothe the wold and meet the sky;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And thro’ the field the road runs by</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> To many-tower’d Camelot;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And up and down the people go,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Gazing where the lilies blow</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Round an island there below,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The island of Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">Willows whiten, aspens quiver,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Little breezes dusk and shiver</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Thro’ the wave that runs for ever</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">By the island in the river</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Flowing down to Camelot.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Four gray walls, and four gray towers,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Overlook a space of flowers,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And the silent isle imbowers</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">By the margin, willow veil’d,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Slide the heavy barges trail’d</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">By slow horses; and unhail’d</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The shallop flitteth silken-sail’d</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Skimming down to Camelot:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">But who hath seen her wave her hand?</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Or at the casement seen her stand?</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Or is she known in all the land,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott?</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">Only reapers, reaping early</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">In among the bearded barley,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Hear a song that echoes cheerly</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">From the river winding clearly,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Down to tower’d Camelot:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And by the moon the reaper weary,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Piling sheaves in uplands airy,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Listening, whispers “</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;">’Tis the fairy</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;"><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Lady of Shalott.”</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"> PART II</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">There she weaves by night and day</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">A magic web with colours gay.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">She has heard a whisper say,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">A curse is on her if she stay</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> To look down to Camelot.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">She knows not what the curse may be,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And so she weaveth steadily,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And little other care hath she,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And moving thro’ a mirror clear</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">That hangs before her all the year,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Shadows of the world appear.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">There she sees the highway near</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Winding down to Camelot:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">There the river eddy whirls,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And there the surly village-churls,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And the red cloaks of market girls,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Pass onward from Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">An abbot on an ambling pad,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Or long-hair’d page in crimson clad,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Goes by to tower’d Camelot;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And sometimes thro’ the mirror blue</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The knights come riding two and two:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">She hath no loyal knight and true,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">But in her web she still delights</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">To weave the mirror’s magic sights,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">For often thro’ the silent nights</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">A funeral, with plumes and lights</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> And music, went to Camelot:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Or when the moon was overhead,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Came two young lovers lately wed:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">“I am half sick of shadows,” said</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"> PART III</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">He rode between the barley-sheaves,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And flamed upon the brazen greaves</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Of bold Sir Lancelot.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">To a lady in his shield,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">That sparkled on the yellow field,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Beside remote Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The gemmy bridle glitter’d free,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Like to some branch of stars we see</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Hung in the golden Galaxy.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The bridle bells rang merrily</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> As he rode down to Camelot:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And from his blazon’d baldric slung</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">A mighty silver bugle hung,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And as he rode his armour rung,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Beside remote Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">All in the blue unclouded weather</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Thick-jewell’d shone the saddle-leather,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The helmet and the helmet-feather</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Burn’d like one burning flame together,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> As he rode down to Camelot.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">As often thro’ the purple night,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Below the starry clusters bright,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Some bearded meteor, trailing light,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Moves over still Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">From underneath his helmet flow’d</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">His coal-black curls as on he rode,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> As he rode down to Camelot.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">From the bank and from the river</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">He flash’d into the crystal mirror,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">“Tirra lirra,” by the river</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Sang Sir Lancelot.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">She left the web, she left the loom,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">She made three paces thro’ the room,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">She saw the water-lily bloom,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">She saw the helmet and the plume,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> She look’d down to Camelot.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Out flew the web and floated wide;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The mirror crack’d from side to side;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">“The curse is come upon me,” cried</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"> PART IV</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">In the stormy east-wind straining,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The pale yellow woods were waning,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The broad stream in his banks complaining,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Heavily the low sky raining</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Over tower’d Camelot;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Down she came and found a boat</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Beneath a willow left afloat,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And round about the prow she wrote</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">And down the river’s dim expanse</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Like some bold seër in a trance,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Seeing all his own mischance—</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">With a glassy countenance</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Did she look to Camelot.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And at the closing of the day</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">She loosed the chain, and down she lay;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The broad stream bore her far away,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Lying, robed in snowy white</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">That loosely flew to left and right—</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The leaves upon her falling light—</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Thro’ the noises of the night</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> She floated down to Camelot:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And as the boat-head wound along</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The willowy hills and fields among,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">They heard her singing her last song,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Heard a carol, mournful, holy,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Till her blood was frozen slowly,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And her eyes were darken’d wholly,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Turn’d to tower’d Camelot.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">For ere she reach’d upon the tide</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The first house by the water-side,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Singing in her song she died,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Under tower and balcony,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">By garden-wall and gallery,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">A gleaming shape she floated by,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Dead-pale between the houses high,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> Silent into Camelot.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Out upon the wharfs they came,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Knight and burgher, lord and dame,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And round the prow they read her name,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Who is this? and what is here?</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And in the lighted palace near</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Died the sound of royal cheer;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And they cross’d themselves for fear,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> All the knights at Camelot:</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">But Lancelot mused a little space;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">He said, “She has a lovely face;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">God in his mercy lend her grace,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.”</span></span><span style="font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;"><br clear="all" style="page-break-before: always;" /></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Analysis:</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span>Ø<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><b>Biography</b>:<span> </span>Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), English poet often regarded as the chief representative of the Victorian age in poetry. Tennyson succeeded Wordsworth as Poet Laureate in 1850.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Alfred, Lord Tennyson was born on August 5, 1809 in Somersby, Lincolnshire. His father, George Clayton Tennyson, a clergyman and rector, suffered from depression and was notoriously absentminded. Alfred began to write poetry at an early age in the style of Lord Byron. After spending four unhappy years in school he was tutored at home. Tennyson then studied at Trinity College, Cambridge, where he joined the literary club 'The Apostles' and met Arthur Hallam, who became his closest friend. Tennyson published Poems, Chiefly Lyrical, in 1830, which included the popular "Mariana".</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">His next book, Poems (1833), received unfavorable reviews, and Tennyson ceased to publish for nearly ten years. Hallam died suddenly on the same year in Vienna. It was a heavy blow to Tennyson. He began to write "In Memoriam", an elegy for his lost friend - the work took seventeen years. "The Lady of Shalott", "The Lotus-eaters" "Morte d'Arthur" and "Ulysses" appeared in 1842 in the two-volume Poems and established his reputation as a writer.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">After marrying Emily Sellwood, whom he had already met in 1836, the couple settled in Farringford, a house in Freshwater on the Isle of Wight in 1853. From there the family moved in 1869 to Aldworth, Surrey. During these later years he produced some of his best poems.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Among Tennyson's major poetic achievements is the elegy mourning the death of his friend Arthur Hallam, "In Memoriam" (1850). The patriotic poem "Charge of the Light Brigade", published in Maud (1855), is one of Tennyson's best known works, although at first "Maud" was found obscure or morbid by critics ranging from George Eliot to Gladstone. Enoch Arden (1864) was based on a true story of a sailor thought drowned at sea who returned home after several years to find that his wife had remarried. Idylls Of The King (1859-1885) dealt with the Arthurian theme.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">In the 1870s Tennyson wrote several plays, among them the poetic dramas Queen Mary (1875) and Harold (1876). In 1884 he was created a baron.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tennyson died at Aldwort on October 6, 1892 and was buried in the Poets' Corner in Westminster Abbey.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fbfbfb; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings;"><span>Ø<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><b><span style="color: black;">Analysis</span></b><span style="color: black;">: In The Lady of Shallot, </span>Alfred Tennyson <span style="color: black;">tells a story of sadness and disappointment. This story is showing how a person crushed his life somehow. My guess would be he had his heart broken and felt trapped in depression. <span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fbfbfb; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><br />
</span>In the beginning he talks about the scenery and how beautiful it is but he can't get out to go where everything is ok in Camelot. He sees people enjoying their lives and longs to join them outside in the freedom of the world. He realizes he is trapped in the castle just like a prisoner. He feels as if nobody can see or hear him.<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fbfbfb; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><br />
</span>Later, he sees all the great things Camelot has to offer him but is reminded that if he goes a curse will fall upon him. He watches the whole world pass him by but he is scared by just the threat of the curse so he stays. <span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fbfbfb; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><br />
</span>He realizes just how alone he is wishing he had a lover to be with, someone to keep him company. He sees a new couple deeply in love and he watches wishing someone would come along.<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fbfbfb; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><br />
</span>In the next stanzas he meets someone and is completely stunned by her beauty and charm she is perfect in his eyes. Everything she does is right to him the way she walks and talks and presents herself, but she doesn't even know he is alive. He decides he can't take not being with her so he leaves the castle to go find his love he knows the curse has got him but he would rather live for just one more day in love and with hope then 100 years of sadness, regret and despair. <span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fbfbfb; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><br />
</span>He goes out looking for her but can't find her then the cures begins to take him and he starts to die before he can ever tell her how he feels but he would still prefer to die like this than in the prison of a castle. <span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fbfbfb; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><br />
</span>After he dies she finds him and realizes how good he really was but it's too late.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;">” All the knights at Camelot:</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;"><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">But Lancelot mused a little space;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">He said, “She has a lovely face;</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">God in his mercy lend her grace,</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"> The Lady of Shalott.”</span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fbfbfb; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"><br />
</span><span style="color: black;">This was a very long poem. I think it was about a woman he wanted but could never had and he knew it. The poem was about realizing he could never have her.</span></div></div>Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-9644983252025474482012-01-01T07:32:00.000-08:002012-01-01T07:32:32.764-08:00tugas poetry<div class="WordSection1"> <div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">siapa tahu aja ada yang senasib dan butuh sedikit pencerahan...</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I was trying to analysis </span>the poem Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley using <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Structuralism.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">OZYMANDIAS<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">I met a traveller from an antique land<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Stand in the desert... Near them, on the sand,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Tell that its sculptor well those passions read<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">And on the pedestal these words appear --<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Nothing beside remains. Round the decay<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 3.25in;"><span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">The lone and level sands stretch far away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Analysis:</div><div class="MsoNormal">this poem’s ability to convey several different meanings, In addition to telling an intriguing story, this poem also contains an insightful moral.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The name of the poem, “Ozymandias,” is generally believed to refer to Ramesses the Great, Pharaoh of the Nineteenth Dynasty of ancient Egypt. The sonnet includes a paraphrase of the inscription found on the base of the statue. This message reads, "King of Kings am I, Ozymandias. If anyone would know how great I am and where I lie, let him surpass one of my works." </div><div class="MsoNormal">In the first line “<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">I met a traveller from an antique land</span>...” the author recalling a time when he met a traveler from an “antique” land. Antique is a symbol for the ancient land of Egypt.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12.0pt;">In the line,” <span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">two vast and trunkless legs of stand in the desert”</span> an enjambment is used. Imagery is used to paint a picture of the remnants of Ramses’ II Egyptian Empire. “<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Two trunkless legs of stone</span>” are the only remains of a stone statue modeled after Ramses that was once 57ft tall (I get the source from Wikipedia). There is no longer a body or a torso, only two legs standing on a pedestal.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown…</span>” is what used to be the statue’s face. The face is described to have a “<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">frown and wrinkled lip and a “sneer of cold command</span>”. These descriptions are symbols of Ramses’ II personality. From the frown and sneer on his face, we can conclude that he was an angry and fierce ruler.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Tell that its sculptor well those passions read</span>” it was an anastrophe. The sculptor was able to capture Ramses II personality and who he truly was through the statue’s facial expressions.</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the line: “<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed</span>” the author uses alliteration with the letter “t”. Also, Shelley uses the word mock as a pun. In this case, mock is meant to mean both created and ridiculed. In the phrase, “<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">the heart that fed</span>” the heart symbolizes Ramses’ II emotions and passions and fed is used as a metaphor, because the heart did not literally feed the emotions and passions to the statue.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">My name is Ozymandias King of Kings look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!</span>” When broken down the Greek name Ozymandias has an interesting meaning. The root Ozy means air and the root Mandias means to rule. So, Ozymandias literally means “ruler of air”. This is ironic because there is truly nothing left of Ozymandias’ empire but air. This name mocks Ramses II and ridicules his rule and works. King of Kings is an allusion to Jesus and symbolizes how important Ramses II thought himself to be. Through the engraving, Ramses II dared someone to challenge him and his works. However, whoever dared to challenge him would end up defeated and hopeless.</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the lines, “<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">Round the decay of that colossal wreck boundless and bare</span>.” that true irony, The engraving on the pedestal no longer applies, because his works are vanished and destroyed, he is no longer the “<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">King of Kings</span>”.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The last line “<span style="font-family: "MV Boli"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MV Boli";">the lone and level sands stretch far away</span>” really captures the irony of the sonnet. The once large empire is now just an empty desert, with nothing more than sand for miles and miles. Apart from the destroyed statue there is no other sign that in this desert, there was once a huge and powerful empire.</div><div class="MsoNormal">In addition, the poem Ozymandias follows an interesting and unique rime scheme of ABABACDCEDEFEF. This can be broken down into a somewhat simpler interlocking rime scheme of ABABA CDC EDE FEF. There is some use of half rhymes in words such as “stone” and “frown,” as well as “appear” and “despair.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div></div>Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-84201656649436266302012-01-01T07:06:00.000-08:002012-01-01T07:06:24.235-08:00TAHUN BARU 2012<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><strong>"Untukmu yang merasa sendiri karena ditinggalkan. Cobalah ingat, betapa cerianya engkau dulu sebelum dia datang dan membuatmu jatuh cinta kepadanya?"</strong></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><strong>"Sudahlah. Lupakanlah dia. Dulu engkau berbahagia tidak mengenalnya, dan engkau bisa tetap berbahagia setelah pernah mengenalnya."</strong></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>kutinggalkan semua kenangan buruk bersamamu di tahun kemarin, sadar belum bisa berlari, saya merangkak menyambut mentari 2012.</b></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>kalian yang telah menorehkan luka, saya juga tidak sempurna, mari saling memaafkan.</b></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>kalian yang selalu bersama ku, terima kasih banyak, tanpa kalian suram kan tampak sangat jelas terasa.</b></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>2012, saya berharap sgala yang terbaik.</b></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>terlalu banyak harapan bisa membuat kecewa jika tak terkabul</b></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><br />
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</b></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Ernawati C.S (calon sarjana)</b></div>Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-78114751837962748722011-12-23T05:03:00.000-08:002011-12-23T05:03:48.613-08:00MMG dalam suka dan dukasore tadi di kamar 4 bangsal Rajawali RS. Bhayangkara.<br />
sambil menjaga pasien kami, Viika, menunggu hujan deras mereda, uneg-uneg pun mengalir.<br />
kemarin Inthiye yang curhat soal pacarnya sekarang giliranku.<br />
ada air mata juga empati.<br />
viika akhirnya memaksakan diri untuk sembuh. hahah<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IT78a4HfGRw/TvR7apzhD3I/AAAAAAAAACI/nl-POuANs6g/s1600/sahabatMMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IT78a4HfGRw/TvR7apzhD3I/AAAAAAAAACI/nl-POuANs6g/s1600/sahabatMMG.jpg" /></a></div>love u MMGKireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-31524045787624235002011-12-05T07:16:00.000-08:002011-12-05T07:16:02.222-08:00.punggung.ketika melihat punggung yang berlalu..seakan terbawa ke masa itu.<br />
saat dia pergi dengan izin untuk menjenguk sahabatnya tetapi ternyata selingkuhannya.<br />
dengan setia melihatnya memunggungi ku dan pergi tanpa menoleh.<br />
saat itu sudah ada semburat sedih yang membatin karena akan ditinggal..berharap dia kembali dan mengajak ku turut serta.<br />
hahhahaha..<br />
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masa lalu lagi.Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-65958408798981911362011-12-05T05:42:00.000-08:002011-12-05T05:42:23.372-08:00untitledheemph..akhir-akhir ini hatinya mendung terus.<br />
kadang-kadang saya pake istilah galau seperti anak ababil jaman sekarang.<br />
nulis status di FB atau di twitter yang menunjukkan kondisi hati.<br />
sempat mikir, sakit hati kok dipamer-pamer yah..<br />
tapi dengan begitu sepertinya saya sudah sedikit mengurangi beban saya pendam.<br />
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selalu saya tekankan pada diri sendiri bahwa badai pasti berlalu. semua kalimat-kalimat positif saya gaung-gaungkan untuk diri sendiri.<br />
"seperti roda itu berputar"..saya yang sedang muram pasti akan bahagia lagi atau "semua akan indah pada waktunya."<br />
tapi menunggu kapan <i>waktu</i>nya itu akan tiba kenapa terasa lama sekali yah???<br />
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masa lalu yang buruk, enyahlah kau!!Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-15989819190889545142011-11-28T04:52:00.000-08:002011-11-28T04:52:41.804-08:00happy wedding.tess.tess..<br />
tangan coklat itu basah. bukan gerimis dari langit tapi dari matanya.<br />
perempuan itu menekan dadanya. dia merasa sesak.<br />
dia menarik nafas panjang dan dalam.<br />
dia menghapus air mata dengan punggung tangan kirinya. smartphone tak dilepaskan dari genggamannya.<br />
ditekannya lagi dadanya.<br />
sesak dadanya terasa lebih sakit.<br />
dia menahan rintihan dengan menggigit bibirnya. digigitinya bibir bawahnya sampai hampir berdarah.<br />
bingung ingin bagaimana..dia berlari masuk ke kamar mandi dan menyalakan keran kemudian dilepaskannya suara tangis yang ditahan dari tadi.<br />
terduduk di kloset putih sambil memegangi lutut.<br />
kakinya terasa sangat lemas. ingatan yang sudah dia atur untuk di hapus beberapa bulan ini kembali terinstall.<br />
dia menangis lagi.<br />
tiba-tiba handphone di tangannya berbunyi, ada BBm yang masuk.<br />
dari senior perempuannya. dikumpulkannya lagi ketenangan dalam dirinya yang tadi hilang.<br />
dibacanya pesan itu yang semakin membuatnya lemas.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Purnama HIPMI :</span></span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>nda ikutan, dek?</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>lho? kan acara nikahan...</b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tangis dan tawanya berbaur..dia merasa kacau. pria yang masih merajai hatinya kini telah menjadi suami dari perempuan yang dulu diketahuinya sebagai selingkuhan kekasihnya.</span>Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-51107146239425899132011-11-15T03:54:00.000-08:002011-11-15T03:54:23.311-08:0021 APRIL 2010 DI LANTAI 17<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">kemarin..</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">saat kaki kuu berpijak di lantai tujuh belas</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">mata kuu bisa menatap lahan hijau, langit biruu, dan pegunungan..</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">mencoba mencari muu diantara atap-atap yang kecoklatan..</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">hahaha</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">mana bissaaaa????!</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">jarak pandang kuu tak bisa jauh..</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">tak bisa menyebrangi lautan..</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">bahkan tak bisa menembus hatimuu.</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">jadi..</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">saat ada angin yang berhembus membelai rambut dan pipi muu..</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">anggaplah itu akuu</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">karena ku titip bisikku lewatnya.. (210410)</div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div>Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-38486363823897221132011-10-19T08:26:00.000-07:002011-10-19T08:26:04.788-07:00saya suka di gombal :)sebenarnya judulnya bikin saya malu.<div>saya membuka sedikit rahasia tentang perempuan.</div><div>walaupun perempuan bilang mereka tidak suka digombal, tapi percayalah, para perempuan (maksudnya sebagian dari kami) menyimpan senyum dalam hati.</div><div>Namanya Adi Purwanto, temanku yang satu ini sepertinya punya bakat alami dalam menggombal. dia bisa menjadikan semua objek sebagai bahan gombalan secara refleks.</div><div>dan saya seketika itu bisa merona.</div><div>mungkin ini juga disebabkan karena saya yang terlalu gampang kena gomabalan.</div><div><br />
</div><div>gombalan yang paling saya ingat itu saat dia mengirimi saya pesan lewat BB.</div><div>"boleh minta tangan.y nda?"</div><div>"boleh, buat apa?", saya balas spontan.</div><div>"biar cintaku gak bertepuk sebelah tangan."</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bJgdskwPxA36YOAdhDPpHim1JzInr7mc-ZtgRvkGFbMayO40veTlv_2NTIUaFO-gVHqDtov-5FmmQ3Ex9jczJw-7cohYTzb7GeasQZlfPZNGqGQe8t9FWqdLo89uKu4Xv6utqHX3hgI/s1600/268214_1582657224712_1784168736_981419_604691_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bJgdskwPxA36YOAdhDPpHim1JzInr7mc-ZtgRvkGFbMayO40veTlv_2NTIUaFO-gVHqDtov-5FmmQ3Ex9jczJw-7cohYTzb7GeasQZlfPZNGqGQe8t9FWqdLo89uKu4Xv6utqHX3hgI/s200/268214_1582657224712_1784168736_981419_604691_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a>JLEB.</div><div><br />
</div><div>suasananya saat itu pas banget, jadi deh saya rolling di tempat tidur sambil ketawa.</div><div>tapi kan gombalannya memang lucu :D</div><div><br />
</div><div>postingan berikutnya saya mau masukin gombalan-gombalannya ah..</div><div>syapa tauk bisa dibikin jadi buku.</div>Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-63816231707820857032011-01-21T00:59:00.000-08:002011-01-21T00:59:57.738-08:00percakapan jiwa<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Please don’t asked about it if you don’t understand what I said<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">I am twenty years old <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">girl. </i>Cute enough, sweet enough, smart enough, naughty enough<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">And you fell in love to me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Until you know me <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">better </i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Until you fell that I was not like you were thinking before<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Until you know my less<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Until you bored with my less<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Until you think that I am not good enough for you<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">You blame me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">You think I am <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">jerk--</i>Who is the real jerk???<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Then you blame me (again)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Until I fell that there is wrong with me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Until I blame my self<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Until there is no space for me to lift my head and my confidence<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then you try to explain as slowly as you try that you had done a big Mistake to fell in love with a girl that not same as you imagine that not seems what you like at the first time you knew her<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">You forget every single nice word that you have delivered to me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">What a poor girl<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">And I do not have to say anything because I will busy to check my soul<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">And my brain and my heart<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Are they complete??<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Are they okay??<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Are they broke?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Do I have to fix them?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Or do I can fix them??<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">And I will remember one sentence of a Bollywood movie “all is well”!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">All is well...all is well...All is well...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">I repeated!<o:p></o:p></span></div>Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2950096991576242993.post-55121290077278019102011-01-17T08:21:00.000-08:002011-01-17T08:21:17.292-08:00hancuuurrr<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">aku tak tahu arah..<br />
tapi kau tak juga menuntun.<br />
<br />
aku tersandung..<br />
tapi kau tak juga menoleh.<br />
<br />
aku terjatuh..<br />
tapi kau tak juga menemaniku bangkit.<br />
<br />
aku mengaduh..<br />
tapi kau tak juga iba.<br />
<br />
aku tertatih..<br />
tapi kau tak juga memapah..<br />
<br />
aku jatuh pecah hancur berantakan jadi puing..<br />
tapi kau tak juga memungut.<br />
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<br />
aku MENCINTAIMUU..<br />
tapi kau tak juga merangkul kuu.</span>Kireihanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238728735017432955noreply@blogger.com2