<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:51:27.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unique Life</title><subtitle type='html'>stories about men from women point of view...my point of view...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-7927040449612065240</id><published>2008-11-18T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:36:36.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ENCOUNTER</title><content type='html'>I saw you and I ran away unconciously....&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did pray to not make me run into you&lt;br /&gt;When I caught your figure, without any further thought (and obviously I didn't even know why I suddenly do it without even thinking), I just turned around&lt;br /&gt;You were not much different...walking calmly through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;But my heart had changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the past that we've been through, I just turned away from you on that moment, on that day's encounter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-7927040449612065240?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/7927040449612065240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=7927040449612065240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/7927040449612065240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/7927040449612065240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2008/11/encounter.html' title='the ENCOUNTER'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-2369580402125535989</id><published>2008-11-16T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:21:33.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Reminds Me</title><content type='html'>(Anggun C. Sasmi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku hitung jari..jari&lt;br /&gt;I cut off my hair&lt;br /&gt;Put some red on every nail on my feet&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s pretty&lt;br /&gt;I repainted all the rooms&lt;br /&gt;Got a cat that I named june, obviously..I think she’s happy...&lt;br /&gt;Friends threw some parties&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to them all there’s not one that I missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C/o&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve tried to spend my time with somebody new&lt;br /&gt;But everyone still reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;I tried to play some songs that’d changed my point of view&lt;br /&gt;But every sound still reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done some walking&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the people talk on the street...I don’t feel lonely..&lt;br /&gt;I saw some movies&lt;br /&gt;But your face kept coming back on the screen&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m crazy&lt;br /&gt;Can’t make decisions&lt;br /&gt;I could use some more distractions today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where did I go wrong? ...&lt;br /&gt;What made you gone...How I hate to feel alone.....(somebody new.......reminds me of you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to spend my time with somebody new&lt;br /&gt;But everyone still reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;Tried to play some songs that’d changed my point of view&lt;br /&gt;But every sound still reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;I try to look for something that to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m lost&lt;br /&gt;Im numb without you&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find some ways to free me from this blue&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything still reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;Still remind me.......ohh....(remind me of you...)&lt;br /&gt;Still remind me of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-2369580402125535989?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/2369580402125535989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=2369580402125535989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/2369580402125535989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/2369580402125535989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-reminds-me.html' title='Still Reminds Me'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-1808763715903500732</id><published>2008-11-15T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:53:42.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was nothing --- or --- was it everything ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/SR7wFXJRWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/2xwW2-HYytY/s1600-h/200507571-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268912588972972098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/SR7wFXJRWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/2xwW2-HYytY/s320/200507571-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was almost a year ago. I was connected through a wifi in my friend's house in Singapore while my husband was having a serious talk with my friend. While doing some work, I chat with some of my friends. Suddenly a window popped and *ding* : Oii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's him! I can't answer it!" I looked at my husband and my heart beat so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Does it always mean that you are doing something wrong if your heart beats fast?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all the heartbeats, the sweating, I took a decision to chat with him, Jamie. But then I was caught in the act, covered up with a lot of lies, anger and deceit. I was almost hit by my husband. It was one of the most horrible evening I had ever had in my life. I knew then...since that day, our marriage would never be the same anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was not the first time I deceived my husband. I did it once back on 2007. With an unacceptable reason I stood up and got angry also. &lt;em&gt;"It was nothing. I had considered all of them as friends. So when I chatted with them, received their calls, it was just a friend getting in touch with a friend. Why bother too much?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He couldn't understand. He stood strong on his ideas of an affair. Yes, according to him, I have had an affair, by receiving-replying emails, receiving calls, and chatting with my ex's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-1808763715903500732?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1808763715903500732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=1808763715903500732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/1808763715903500732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/1808763715903500732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-was-nothing-or-was-it-everything.html' title='It was nothing --- or --- was it everything ?'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/SR7wFXJRWEI/AAAAAAAAACk/2xwW2-HYytY/s72-c/200507571-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-3834037551518258851</id><published>2007-10-10T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:34:40.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Jadi Mikir2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/Rw3D5SwP0YI/AAAAAAAAAA4/opkfpckpqTw/s1600-h/200376147-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/Rw3D5SwP0YI/AAAAAAAAAA4/opkfpckpqTw/s320/200376147-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119963740444283266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aku lagi mikir-mikir….dan sedikit kesel. Dah tinggal countdown hari doang menuju Lebaran nih. Salah satu yang menjadi pikiran itu adalah soal pembantu pada saat-saat ini. Asyiknya, pembantuku ga pulang pas Lebaran, tapi pulang pas setelah Lebaran, tanggal 21 Oktober gituh. Tapi ternyata sama aja….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ketika tau pas Lebaran, pembantuku ga pulang, adik iparku langsung telpon mertuaku supaya pembantu di rumah itu dibawa ke rumahnya dia aja, nginep di &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; ampe tanggal 20 Oktober, sehari sebelum dia pulang kampung. Sebenernya sih aku ga gitu masalah. Ya udah lah, kasian juga kali ya….dia punya 2 anak kecil di rumah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ternyata……….muncul fakta yang membingungkan aku. Di rumah adik iparku itu, dua orang suster anak-anaknya ga pulang, satu pembantunya juga ga pulang! Aku jadi mikir-mikir….. Dengan di rumahnya dia yang terdiri dari dia (adik iparku), suaminya dan 2 anaknya yang kecil), dia sudah punya dua suster, satu pembantu dan satu supir. Tapi sepertinya dia masih kurang, sehingga perlu ngambil satu pembantu lagi, yaitu pembantuku yang seorang diri doang di rumahku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;While she have four maids and one driver helping her, in our house, we do not have any maids or any drivers helping us. What do you think is in her mind? Aku sampai mikir-mikir ga abis….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;This is not a denial thought. Tapi aku sebenernya ga masalah dia mo ngambil pembantuku untuk nambah bala bantuan di rumahnya. Hanya…..kok agak aneh ya? Aku belum abis mikir-mikir nih….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-3834037551518258851?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/3834037551518258851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=3834037551518258851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/3834037551518258851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/3834037551518258851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2007/10/aku-jadi-mikir2.html' title='Aku Jadi Mikir2...'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/Rw3D5SwP0YI/AAAAAAAAAA4/opkfpckpqTw/s72-c/200376147-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-3122491317184021688</id><published>2007-09-27T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:06:03.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UseLess Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/Rvx86KOPETI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ELgaUDOf1PA/s1600-h/CIMG3235+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/Rvx86KOPETI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ELgaUDOf1PA/s320/CIMG3235+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115100615404359986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had a long flight, an almost 24-hour-trip, flying far away from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, to a land they call as HolyLand. But there in that land, I had dream of you. Positively I took it as a reminder to stop and ban all those useless thoughts that I have been having lately. Useless as in I shouldn’t have had those thoughts and there was absolutely nothing I could get from those thoughts. So, I considered that dream as a warning of letting go all the memories of you. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Sigh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Biasa sih. Ketika seorang wanita tidak benar-benar mendapatkan apa yang dia inginkan, biasanya sih dia tuh jadi keinget ama masa lalunya dia yang dia let go gitu. Apalagi kaya lo gitu…masih live around your past. Pasti ga gampang lah!” (Dina – an ex-colleague whom I used to share a lot of stories with)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Hahaha…udah gue bilang. Jangan sering-sering maen ke &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; lagi. Pindah tempat latihan aja!” (Raydith – my complicated best-pal)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Inget lho, Diva…hukum tabur tuai!” (the small voice inside my deepest heart)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had just deleted all your photographs. Though I have never looked at them for a very long time already. I just think that it could be a very important first step to get rid of every memories of you. Do you think I should delete all your numbers from my mobile, too?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Hmmm….)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-3122491317184021688?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/3122491317184021688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=3122491317184021688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/3122491317184021688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/3122491317184021688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2007/09/useless-thoughts.html' title='UseLess Thoughts'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/Rvx86KOPETI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ELgaUDOf1PA/s72-c/CIMG3235+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-1239389606046415770</id><published>2007-06-20T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T06:45:04.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Jude Law</title><content type='html'>Women always think of marriage as the end of a relationship. But when I got to think about my marriage until now....there were something actually quite ironic about it. No, no, it's not about the guy I'm marrying, but more to how I live my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a woman who cares too much about how I look anymore. Unlike back then when I was still running my single life, I would care so much about how my 49-kilo-body looked like. And how even a single fat on my thin abs would have taken me out of my mind. Is it true when women get married, they stop caring about how they look? Or is it just their men who actually tell them not to care too much on the way they appear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, one of my friends, Cecile, popped out a statement that 'haunted' me down until now. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku sih dandan, pake baju dan pake aksesoris yang disenengin ama laki gue aja. Karena untuk gue, yang terpenting adalah bagaimana laki gue ngeliat penampilan gue&lt;/span&gt;." So, when you are married and you still try to look good not only for your husband, does it mean you are cheating? Because, look at me now....I turn off my diet program. I go to gym like only 6 times a month. I hardly ever wear contact lenses and full make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess now, that is how a single life changes into a married life. It has changed from "open for public offer" to "not for sale". Because, no matter how simple I wear my dress or how not sexy my appearance is now, there will be no more Jude Law in the corner to flirt anymore. So yes...then...I think women should change the way they appear after they get married. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, for me...it's not easy...but I am trying to throw away those hot-looking-dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/RnkuuzYLHII/AAAAAAAAAAo/EeJrBmlBA_4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/RnkuuzYLHII/AAAAAAAAAAo/EeJrBmlBA_4/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078141436437404802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-1239389606046415770?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/1239389606046415770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=1239389606046415770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/1239389606046415770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/1239389606046415770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2007/06/women-always-think-of-marriage-as-end.html' title='No More Jude Law'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/RnkuuzYLHII/AAAAAAAAAAo/EeJrBmlBA_4/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-5276947579465972280</id><published>2007-05-26T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T03:01:20.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Dreams |-------</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/RlgB2mwMNAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5bxiDqRmK0c/s1600-h/simon+novel+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 226px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/RlgB2mwMNAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5bxiDqRmK0c/s320/simon+novel+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068803418232730626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it amazing how sometimes we thought that dreams are not to be meant to come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some of my dreams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Write a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... :D I started out with this blog. And God really knows what I want and love. I did an editing on my pastor's book. And he plans to put me in charge of editing and helping his next books. Also put me in charge on building and maintaining his publisher. I think I almost finish arranging my puzzle pieces to form my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gettin' married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once thought that gettin' married is just a dream away. Hundreds of failed relationships led me to a desperation. But, it was on 4 months ago, I made a sacred vow in front of hundreds of people I love, and in front of the guy that I dreamed about, cried about, wrote a lot of poems in this blog about. So..it was not just  a dream away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The last crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I am not married to my last crush. It was just a one-step-important-decission I made before my marriage. And I am holding on...&lt;br /&gt;Then...it was just a dream then... But I am learning not to regret it! (You bet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...after a long time not writing in this blog, I finally found out that I have lost my sarcasm side. :D (giggling) As I have told one of my very good friend through a chat in Yahoo!Messenger..."Hey! Be happy! Life's good!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-5276947579465972280?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/5276947579465972280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=5276947579465972280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/5276947579465972280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/5276947579465972280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2007/05/dreams.html' title='the Dreams |-------'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpvUbjdgIB4/RlgB2mwMNAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5bxiDqRmK0c/s72-c/simon+novel+%285%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-116689096290195555</id><published>2006-12-23T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T08:22:42.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baiklah.....Aku Mengaku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Baiklah...aku mengaku. Aku tidak bisa melupakan dia, si pemain basket itu. Jamie? Dia bukan seorang penyanyi yang membuat banyak wanita beteriak histeris. Tapi dia (untuk sebuah nama ini, biarkanlah aku tetap menyimpannya sebagai suatu rahasia...) adalah seorang pemain basket nasional dari klub nomor satu di Indonesia, yang juga selalu membuat setiap wanita berteriak histeris memanggil namanya setiap kali dia melakukan &lt;i style=""&gt;dunk&lt;/i&gt; dengan gaya santainya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Baiklah...aku mengaku. Aku masih menyimpan namanya di hatiku, meskipun aku sudah menyiapkan sebuah sumpah cinta untuk dibacakan di depan ratusan orang. Aku masih merasa sakit setiap kali aku mengatakan pada diriku sendiri : ”&lt;i style=""&gt;It’s over..&lt;/i&gt;.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Baiklah...aku mengaku. Kebanggaan berjalan di sisinya (meskipun aku terlihat pendek sekali berjalan di samping sosok setinggi 190cm-an itu) membuatku melayang. Betapa aku menikmati tatapan iri ribuan wanita ketika ia menghampiriku dari tengah lapangan basket dan bercanda tentang anting di &lt;i style=""&gt;belly-button&lt;/i&gt;-ku. Aku begitu menginginkan semuanya itu. Dan aku takut aku telah membuat keputusan yang membuatku menyesal telah melepaskan semua hal yang begitu indah tersebut.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Baiklah...aku mengaku. Aku sedang berada di tengah pusaran mimpi dan kenyataan. Adalah kenyataan bahwa aku sudah mengambil langkah itu dan tidak bisa mundur lagi dari jawaban ”&lt;i style=""&gt;Yes, I do..&lt;/i&gt;.”. Juga adalah mimpi indah bahwa dia menatapku dalam dengan tatapan yang membuatku luluh. Dan aku tidak sok puitis jika aku mengatakan bahwa tatapan kami begitu penuh arti....tanpa ucapan....tapi begitu dalam mengiris perasaan kami berdua.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Baiklah....aku mengaku. Aku sudah salah. Tapi sekarang, dengan mata yang masih berkaca-kaca mengingatnya, aku menatap cincin putih satu mata dengan ukiran namaku dengan &lt;i style=""&gt;last name&lt;/i&gt; yang sudah berbeda.... Aku akan belajar melaluinya. Semuanya sudah berlalu. Semuanya sudah berlalu. Semuanya sudah berlalu. Semuanya sudah berlalu. Semuanya sudah berlalu. Semuanya sudah berlalu. Semuanya sudah berlalu. Semuanya sudah berlalu. Semuanya sudah berlalu. Semuanya sudah berlalu. Semuanya sudah berlalu. Semuanya sudah berlalu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Guratan itu begitu indah. Tapi aku sudah memegang penghapus di tanganku dan bersiap menghapusnya.... Memulai bab baru dengan kertas putih yang bersih. Aku pasti bisa.... karena semuanya sudah berlalu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-116689096290195555?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/116689096290195555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=116689096290195555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/116689096290195555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/116689096290195555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/12/baiklahaku-mengaku.html' title='Baiklah.....Aku Mengaku.'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-116547971062929099</id><published>2006-12-06T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:21:50.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARD TO LET GO (Aku semakin sakit...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/1600/931527/footstool%40A4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/320/118431/footstool%40A4-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Selasa malam....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Hari ini, setelah sekian lama, setelah cerita antara aku dan dia hampir menjadi sejarah, aku menemuinya. Setelah sekian lama aku dan dia tidak bertatapan, kali ini semuanya terasa begitu berbeda. Dia menjadi&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lebih terbuka dan aku menjadi lebih tertekan dan semakin sakit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Beberapa hal yang begitu ingin aku dengar dari dia terucap. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;”Kita nonton be’dua yuk!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;”Gue suka cewe yang mandiri dan bener-bener bisa support gue...” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;”Udah saatnya gue mikir untuk cari cewe dengan serius” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Di saat kata-kata manis itu keluar dari bibirnya, aku menatapnya dan memberitahunya bahwa dalam hitungan bulan, jari manis tangan kananku akan menjadi milik sebuah lingkaran emas yang mengikat kehidupanku selamanya. &lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Dia tertegun dan aku semakin sakit. Pada saat itu, sebuah pernyataan penuh penyesalan dari hatinya mengiris hatiku dan membuatku ingin menangis setiap kali mengingatnya. &lt;i style=""&gt;”Bener kata anak-anak...gue selalu kelamaan kalo ngejer seorang cewe...Selalu telat....”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Aku selalu tertunduk. Takut menatap matanya di balik bingkai&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;kacamata milikku. Pada saat itu, aku begitu ingin lari dari kenyataan dan menggenggam erat tangannya. Setelah keheningan yang begitu panjang, akhirnya ia berkata pelan,”&lt;i style=""&gt;Congratz.”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dan aku semakin sakit... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Ketika ia mengembalikan kacamataku yang ia pinjam, aku berbisik pelan,”&lt;i style=""&gt;I’m sorry...I’m so sorry....”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dan aku tahu, dia tahu, kami tahu, bahwa cerita aku dan dia sudah berakhir, dengan penyesalan, dengan sakit, dengan mata berkaca-kaca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;There’s nothing else that we can do.&lt;/i&gt; Aku sudah memilih. Hanya saja aku tidak yakin apakah aku kuat menorehkan bab berikut dalam kehidupanku. Karena &lt;i style=""&gt;it’s too hard to let go&lt;/i&gt;...da&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;n aku tidak merasa lega...tapi merasa semakin sakit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/1600/74393/sad%20bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/320/800441/sad%20bride.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Setiap tetes air mataku&lt;br /&gt;Telah kuberikan untuk kisahku&lt;br /&gt;Mengerti tapi tak dimengerti&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku tlah diujung jalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kata dari bibirku&lt;br /&gt;Kadang tak sama dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Tersenyum dalam hati menangis&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku tlah diujung jalan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Agnes Monica – Cintaku tlah di Ujung Jalan)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Aku ada di dalam mobil itu, berdua dengannya, mendengarkan lagu ini, melagukan liriknya berdua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-116547971062929099?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/116547971062929099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=116547971062929099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/116547971062929099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/116547971062929099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/12/hard-to-let-go-aku-semakin-sakit.html' title='HARD TO LET GO (Aku semakin sakit...)'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-116477377617834287</id><published>2006-11-28T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:16:16.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>k-4-n-G-3-n</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/1600/800886/12KKSB03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/320/619150/12KKSB03.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Kerinduan sering menjadi suatu hal yang begitu&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;menyakitkan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Menggerogoti setiap relung dan sudut hatiku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Membuatku begitu sulit&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bernafas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Setiap tarikan udara terasa beku dan menyiksa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Terlebih lagi karena tidak ada sesuatu pun yang bisa kulakukan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;’Ku&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hanya duduk terdiam, merenungi semua bayanganmu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;                Menikmati rasa bersalah memimpikanmu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;                Menggigit bibir sampai berdarah...berusaha berhenti menyebut namamu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Tapi rasa itu tidak akan pernah hilang&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;                Sampai tembok itu berdiri di antara kita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                Sampai engkau sudah menyimpan amarah padaku&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;                Sampai kata &lt;i style=""&gt;“Yah…mau apa lagi…semuanya sudah terjadi…”&lt;/i&gt; terucap&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Sampai waktu itu tiba…aku masih akan tetap merindukanmu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/1600/966530/Aya_with_space_suit_and_tears_in_eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/320/763595/Aya_with_space_suit_and_tears_in_eyes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I miss him, I just can’t stop it. And it hurts so deep inside feeling that way. Lord, help me….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-116477377617834287?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/116477377617834287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=116477377617834287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/116477377617834287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/116477377617834287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/11/k-4-n-g-3-n.html' title='k-4-n-G-3-n'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-116360259500400515</id><published>2006-11-15T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:36:45.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOMBLO. Salahkah? Hinakah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/1600/879388/jorjani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/320/232254/jorjani.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam Minggu kemarin aku baru habis &lt;i style=""&gt;ngemsi&lt;/i&gt; di Hotel Mercure, di sebuah acara amal yang diorganisir oleh suatu perkumpulan. Uniknya acara ini adalah perkumpulan tersebut adalah perkumpulan orang-orang yang masih single tapi sudah agak berumur. &lt;i style=""&gt;And there I was…by the pool side, holding the mic in the middle of 80 single people, with the black shirt and tight blue jeans plus a bling bling necklace that I just bought&lt;/i&gt;. Acaranya berlangsung dengan sangat baik. Dana yang terkumpul juga lumayan &lt;i style=""&gt;banget&lt;/i&gt;….untuk sebuah yayasan anak-anak jalanan.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ketika waktu break dinner, aku duduk di samping tempat band dan mengamati beragam jenis manusia yang sedang memegang piring, mengunyah dan tetap masih berusaha membina pembicaraan hangat di antara mereka. Pada waktu itu, Yulius, teman lamaku yang disewa untuk menjadi &lt;i style=""&gt;event organizer&lt;/i&gt; untuk acara tersebut menyapaku,”Hey, Va….mana cowo lo?”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Aku tersenyum getir. Jauh di dalam hatiku, entah mengapa, aku tidak mau mempunyai kriteria umum yang bisa menjadikanku bagian dari perkumpulan tersebut. Aku langsung membuka handphoneku dan menunjukkan foto Jamie..”Doi lagi di &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Surabaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, Bro!”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Ketika Yulius melihat foto Jamie, ia melotot menatapku. ”Jamie?!? Jamie ’Young Generation’ ?!?!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;”Yah....gue lagi deket aja koq ama dia...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”Wow....ck ck ck....&lt;i style=""&gt;Must be very great and amazing&lt;/i&gt; kalo bisa ama dia, Va....”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Yea, must be very good and amazing&lt;/i&gt;, Va….batinku. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Perbincangan selanjutnya dengan Yulius hanya sekitar Jamie. Bagaimana kariernya Jamie, akan &lt;i style=""&gt;roadshow&lt;/i&gt; ke mana Jamie dan bandnya, bagaimana detail hubunganku dengan Jamie, bagaimana orangnya, bolehkah Jamie memberikan foto dan tanda tangan originalnya kepada keponakan Yulius, dsb.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Dan ketika acara selesai. Banyak sekali pria-pria dalam perkumpulan tersebut yang mengerubungiku dan menanyakan hal-hal yang basa basi yang kemudian berakhir dengan :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;”Boleh minta nomor handphonenya ga?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Aku memberikan nomor handphone lamaku yang akan segera aku de-aktivasi akhir bulan ini. &lt;i style=""&gt;Was it mean?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;”Kamu ga join dengan organisasi ini aja?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Aku cuma memberikan senyum sekecil mungkin dan menggeleng dengan tegas. &lt;i style=""&gt;Was it mean?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;”Tadi ngemsinya keren banget deh! Dah sering ngemsi pastinya ya. Tar saya juga ada acara...kamu yang ngemsi ya.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;”Tar liat deh waktunya cocok ato ngga. &lt;/span&gt;Saya lumayan padat jadwalnya.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Was it mean?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;“Kamu cantik dan keren deh….”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Sebelum pria tersebut menyelesaikan kalimatnya, aku langsung memalingkan wajahku dan berjalan pergi. &lt;i style=""&gt;I was so mean!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Aku terdiam sekarang, di depan cermin, menatap make up di wajah yang sudah berantakan, tatanan rambut yang sudah awut-awutan, bau yang sudah bercampur antara parfum Kenzo Leu’Paur dan wangi udara pinggir kolam renang. Mengapa aku begitu takut di-cap sebagai jomblo? Apakah itu salah? Apakah itu hina? Apakah jika aku jomblo, berarti aku telah gagal dalam kehidupanku? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aku tersenyum. Aku memang jomblo. Tapi bukan berarti aku tidak menikmati hidupku. Banyak sekali orang yang tidak jomblo, bahkan sudah berkeluarga tapi begitu ingin agar kehidupan ini segera berakhir pada detik itu juga. &lt;i style=""&gt;And here I am&lt;/i&gt;...begitu bersyukur akan keberadaanku. Ini bukan suatu kegagalan. Ada sesuatu yang harus aku pelajari terlebih dahulu di dalam ke-jomblo-an-ku ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Learning more to care about other people, learning more to take care of myself, learning more about love....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aku meraih &lt;i style=""&gt;handphone&lt;/i&gt;ku dan memasang &lt;i style=""&gt;wallpaper&lt;/i&gt; “&lt;b style=""&gt;High Quality Jomblo…Approved!&lt;/b&gt;” dan tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/1600/915741/JmbLo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6923/1928/320/725859/JmbLo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not wrong…it’s just a stepping stone to jump higher….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-116360259500400515?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/116360259500400515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=116360259500400515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/116360259500400515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/116360259500400515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/11/jomblo-salahkah-hinakah.html' title='JOMBLO. Salahkah? Hinakah?'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-115949922663140707</id><published>2006-09-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:07:06.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do You Have To Be So Cute….?....It’s Impossible To Ignore You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/1005-006-09-1031.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/1005-006-09-1031.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Waking up, still in bed, and seeing your face on the wall  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Skipping breakfast and drinking a lot of caffeine&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Driving to work and wishing you were there with me&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Staring at the blank monitor of my laptop&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Daydreaming and missing you every second&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Blushing everytime people around mentioning your name&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lunch is tasteless at all&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It’s time to go back home, and I wish you were picking me up&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Watching TV and not knowing what to watch&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Smiling alone…giggling…remembering your jokes&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Reading over and over again all the messages from you&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Writing a lotta of love poem about you&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Looking at no where, and seeing your face everywhere&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wiping those tears of loosing and ignoring&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Going to bed without being able to sleep&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;O why do you have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say goodnight and go……….Sept’28, 2006 00:30WIB&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(inspired by FrowRow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-115949922663140707?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/115949922663140707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=115949922663140707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115949922663140707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115949922663140707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-do-you-have-to-be-so-cuteits.html' title='Why Do You Have To Be So Cute….?....It’s Impossible To Ignore You'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-115915084249255860</id><published>2006-09-24T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:20:42.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...A Cry Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/471100_emotions_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/400/471100_emotions_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Sudah lama sekali terakhir kali aku ingat aku menangis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Tapi sekarang, mata ini rasanya tidak ingin kubuka&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Sembab dan basah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Terlalu sulit...semuanya terlalu sulit...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Am I such a cry baby?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Aku bahkan tidak mengerti mengapa mataku bengkak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Se-sakit itukah cinta? Se-menderita itukah cinta yang tertolak?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Aku menolak, dia menolak, kamu juga menolak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Semuanya itu membuatku muak dengan romantisme yang mengagungkan cinta&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;So tell me, am I such a cry baby?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Kenapa kita tidak bisa melewatkan &lt;i style=""&gt;appetizer&lt;/i&gt; dalam cinta&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Dan langsung ke hidangan utama, tanpa manipulasi di dalamnya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Kenapa semuanya harus dimulai dengan suka, rindu, saat-saat menerka dan menebak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Kenapa kita tidak bisa langsung melompat kepadanya dan memeluknya erat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Aku benciiiiii dengan semua aturan-aturan dalam perasaan &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;So don’t ask me anymore why am I such a cry baby&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa menciptakan cinta jika cinta harus sesulit itu… Sept 23, 2006 - 06:50pm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-115915084249255860?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/115915084249255860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=115915084249255860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115915084249255860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115915084249255860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/09/cry-baby.html' title='...A Cry Baby...'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-115877007453489476</id><published>2006-09-20T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T03:32:28.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Miss - Back Off – Munafik - Hurts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/20050523_102_350x263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/20050523_102_350x263.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Ringtone Secret Garden-Bruce Springsteen)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Halo....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Selamat malam...dengan Ibu Diva?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Iya. Dengan siapa ini?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Malam, Bu Diva...ini dengan markas Oranye Studio....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: (tergelak) Jamie!! (sambil dag dig dug serrrr)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Hehehehe.....Lagi ngapain, Va?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Baru abis fitness niy…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Rajin banget fitnessnya…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Lebih rajin latian kamu sih…Sehari bisa latian dua kali!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: (tertawa kecil) Ya…namanya juga hobi skalian nyari duit dari situ….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Hehehee……&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Kemaren abis nonton konser langsung pulang ya?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Iya tuh....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Ouw...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Banyak banget cewe-cewe yang histeris…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Kamu gerak dikit aja…langsung pada tereak-tereak histeris gituh….. Hehehe.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Hehehe.... Ga nyangka ya bisa sampe segitunya...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Iya ih....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Kamu ga pernah nyangka ya bakal ampe segitunya?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Hehehe....iya.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Iya tuh. Kelar aku konser, aku pers conference dulu kan bentar.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Kelar pers conference gitu, dah banyakkkk banget cewe-cewe yang nungguin di depan pintu ruangan gitu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Wow..hebat dunkz….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Yah….begitu lah, Va…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Tapi…emang......godaan gede banget yah….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;(menghela nafas)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Yah.... kamu pasti bisa survive koq, Jam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Yang penting kamu harus semakin deket dengan Tuhan aja.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Iya sih.... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;(Dua-duanya diam)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: O iya, aku dah ngasih testi di frenstermu lho... Dah di-approve blom?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Hehe....udah koq! Aku juga dah bales nge-testi-in kamu juga.... Btw, apa tuh maksudnya ”Hidup Jomblo!” ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: (tergelak) Hahahaha....biar lucu aja lagi.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Tapi kemaren tuh pas diwawancara ama Indo Post, aku ditanyain apa masih jomblo... Aku sih jawabnya masih sih…tapi aku dah ready untuk berkeluarga banget….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Ouw…. (&lt;i style=""&gt;What did he mean by saying that?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Iya…. Dan aku kan juga lumayan suka masak tuh…. Boleh lah jadi bekal buat berkeluarga... Hahaha....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Hahahaha..... Masak apaan?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Keahlianku sih nasi goreng..... Hehehe.....standar banget yah?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Hihi....ga koq....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Tar yac...kapan-kapan aku masakin nasi goreng buat kamu.... Tapi ya musti belanja dulu yac.... Soalnya kan kudu istimewa gitu buat kamu....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: (blushed dan langsung dag dig dug serrr lagi) Hehehe...bisa aja kamu.... &lt;i style=""&gt;(Come on! Say something nice and smart!!!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Ya udah deh...aku dah nyampe di Hotel Nikko, mo jumpa fans dulu yac.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Ok....have fun yahh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Hehehehe….ok! Sip!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Bubye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Jamie&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Daghh….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sepenggal cerita yang kutulis ulang dengan hati-hati, karena aku takut akan kembali hanyut dalam arus pasang dan surut perasaan suka kepada Jamie. Ketakutan itu membuatku semakin melangkah mundur, meskipun ketika gelombang kagum itu semakin mengikis isi hatiku. Aku sungguh tidak berani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seorang teman selalu menggodaku,”Senengnya bisa deket dengan artis yang terkenal….pasti banyak yang sirik tuh ama lo…”. Aku selalu menjawab,”Ga lagi....kita cuma temen koq....gue ga mungkin lah berani punya filing apa-apa ke dia...”. Jawaban itu selalu memberikan stempel ”munafik” di mukaku. Apakah aku memang munafik? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ataukah sebenarnya aku hanya terlalu takut untuk mengakui bahwa aku mungkin sudah jatuh terjerembab dalam kubangan &lt;i style=""&gt;i-wish-you-were-mine-but-i-know-that-it-is-so-impossible&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Baiklah. Ini adalah pengakuan dari hatiku yang terdalam. Aku suka pada Jamie. Aku sering memikirkan dia. Aku memasang image wajahnya yang dia kirimkan kepadaku lewat MMS di wallpaper handphoneku. Aku membuat kalkulasi resiko yang akan kuhadapi jika aku menjalin hubungan dengannya. Aku menulis banyak puisi setiap hari yang isinya hanya berkisar tentang cinta dan jatuh cinta. Aku merasa bahwa apa yang dilakukan Tom Cruise di Oprah Winfrey Show, melompat-lompat di atas sofa dan berteriak : ”&lt;i style=""&gt;I’m in love! I’m in love!&lt;/i&gt;”... adalah hal yang lazim sekali dan sangat masuk di akal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Baik jugalah, ini adalah kesadaran yang masih aku miliki. Aku takut sekali bahwa ini hanya perasaan suka yang sementara karena gemerlap selebriti yang ada pada diri Jamie. Aku merasa bahwa aku menggantungkan harapan terlalu tinggi kepada seorang &lt;i style=""&gt;womanizer&lt;/i&gt;. Aku hampir yakin bahwa Jamie hanya menganggap aku sebagai seorang teman dan seorang fans yang baik hati. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Biarlah semuanya itu tetap berkecamuk di dalam hatiku. Aku akan tahu apa yang harus aku lakukan, karena akan datang waktunya di mana ada suara di hatiku yang membisikkan sesuatu supaya aku berani mengambil sesuatu dengan penuh keyakinan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi waktu itu belum datang. &lt;i style=""&gt;And when the time came, I will grab it and be sooo thankful to God for it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I do miss you, 32! And it hurts to know that I have decided to back off….. Sept 20,. 2006 10:23pm &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-115877007453489476?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/115877007453489476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=115877007453489476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115877007453489476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115877007453489476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/09/miss-back-off-munafik-hurts.html' title='..Miss - Back Off – Munafik - Hurts..'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-115838485048498851</id><published>2006-09-15T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:39:05.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story that has Never Been Written…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/400/basket.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I thought I have been through this a longggg time ago. But darn…here I am…still having that identity crisis thingy. And I am stucked here, in front of my laptop, not knowing what to do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sering sekali di dalam hidup kita mempunyai begitu banyak pengetahuan tentang begitu banyak hal. Tapi kita tidak bisa mengaplikasikan apa yang kita tahu itu di dalam &lt;i style=""&gt;daily life&lt;/i&gt; kita. Dalam kasusku ini....seharusnya aku tahu bahwa &lt;i style=""&gt;having a crush on someone&lt;/i&gt; yang baru pernah kita temui kurang dari 10 kali dan hanya pernah SMS-an beberapa kali saja....&lt;i style=""&gt;that’s what we always call as i-n-f-a-t-u-a-t-i-o-n&lt;/i&gt;. (Banyak yang bertanya kepadaku, apa itu &lt;i style=""&gt;infatuation&lt;/i&gt;.....&lt;i style=""&gt;Well, I think dictionary is quite representative explaining it or thesaurus would do okay&lt;/i&gt;). Tapi meskipun aku tahu betul tentang &lt;i style=""&gt;infatuation syndrome&lt;/i&gt; itu, tetap saja aku tidak bisa melepaskan diri darinya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hari ini aku menonton konser kecil seorang teman baruku, Jamie. Ia seorang musisi, pemain gitar sekalian penyanyi. Jamie, yang baru kukenal selama 1 bulan dari teman les vokalku, kelihatan seperti seorang teman yang biasa sekali ketika kita pergi survey studio rekaman, ketika dia latihan dengan teman-temannya, atau ketika kita makan ketoprak dan minum jus pinggir jalan yang ternyata enak &lt;i style=""&gt;banget&lt;/i&gt;. Tapi hari ini, ketika aku berdiri di depan panggung itu, bercampur dengan ribuan orang yang ikut menyanyikan lirik yang keluar dari bibir Jamie dan beteriak histeris ketika ia tersenyum....aku langsung merasa kecil sekali. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tidak pernah ada sesuatu yang istimewa antara aku dan dia memang. Kita hanya berteman, mengirim SMS seperti layaknya teman (sepertinya sih....), bercanda ala teman biasa saja, menelepon ketika ada keperluan. Tapi ketika aku merasakan sesuatu yang indah ketika melihat ia menyanyi di atas panggung sana, aku langsung merasa bahwa aku sudah kembali terpuruk dalam kondisi bodoh yang tidak bisa aku atur......&lt;i style=""&gt; a stupid crush on Jamie&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dan sekarang aku berdiri di depan cermin. &lt;i style=""&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;/i&gt; Aku bertanya pada bayangan di cermin itu. &lt;i style=""&gt;Mana mungkin Jamie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;, seorang musisi yang sedang naik daun memperhatikan dirimu yang standar abisssss….sedangkan begitu banyak wanita-wanita cantik dan menarik yang mengantri hanya untuk menyentuh ujung celananya saja.&lt;/i&gt; Yup, sebut saja bahwa aku sedang mengalami krisis identitas. Aku tidak peduli dan aku sedang belajar untuk tidak peduli….Dalam kondisi seperti ini, hal-hal istimewa yang dilakukan Jamie kepadaku (menurut teman dekatku….), semuanya menjadi biasa, karena aku selalu&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;menanggapinya dengan apatisme yang luar biasa. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;He is so adorable. It’s the first beautiful thing that I realize. But I would never dare to imagine that we could share a nice relationship together. I guess, he is so far beyond my league….And I don’t have enough guts to take even a step ahead to start it…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku selalu mempunyai solusi dan jawaban terhadap semua hal sulit yang aku lalui sebelum-sebelumnya (lihat saja &lt;i style=""&gt;posting-posting&lt;/i&gt;ku di blog ini sebelumnya). Tapi kali ini aku bingung. Aku benar bingung. &lt;i style=""&gt;It’s a pure infatuation, and I am so sure about it. Beside, I could never be able to have a relationship with someone like Jamie. But I can’t stop thinking of him. I don’t know what to do and I don’t even know what I want to do. It’s just so complicated. Yup….this is a story that has never been written between a celebrity and a so-ordinary-but-so-dreamy &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;It’s not urgent…it’s not an S.O.S condition….but it’s important and I need to do something about it….Sunday, Sept 13, 2006.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-115838485048498851?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/115838485048498851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=115838485048498851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115838485048498851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115838485048498851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/09/story-that-has-never-been-written.html' title='A Story that has Never Been Written…'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-115769841051982152</id><published>2006-09-07T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:53:30.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over a Cup of Choco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/bee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/200/bee2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ironi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="courier new" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku menginginkanmu, dan kamu mengetahuinya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kamu menginginkanku, dan aku mengetahuinya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kita berdua saling menginginkan, dan kita berdua tahu itu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aku bukannya manusia tanpa otak dan logika&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tapi aku juga manusia dengan emosi yang berlimpah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dan ketika aku begitu menginginkanmu, aku terhempas ke bawah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dipukul oleh batasan sosial dan kesadaran empati&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kamu selalu menghindar setiap kali aku tersenyum&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tapi kamu selalu mencoba meraihku kembali ketika aku terdiam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Semua tanda-tanda begitu membingungkanku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kerap aku selalu terduduk dan menatap nanar jari-jari kakiku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Apakah yang akan kita lakukan? Kamu tidak ingin tahu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Apakah kita akan mengambil satu langkah ke depan? Aku tidak ingin tahu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Apakah kita akan duduk diam dan menikmati perasaan ini saja? Kita sama-sama tidak tahu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yang aku tahu, aku menikmati perasaan ini&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Seperti aku menikmati suara desahan malaikat di malam hari&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Yang merengkuh hatiku dalam ketenangan dan kedamaian&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Keberadaanmu memporakporandakan susunan perasaan hatiku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Tapi membuatku selalu tersenyum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Told you I’d miss you after a cup of hot chocolate…..Friday noon….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-115769841051982152?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/115769841051982152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=115769841051982152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115769841051982152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115769841051982152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/09/over-cup-of-choco.html' title='Over a Cup of Choco'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-115764909280794681</id><published>2006-09-07T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:13:47.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Love….Infatuation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/infatuation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/infatuation.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think about you nights and days&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything about you was dancing around in my mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The way you speak, laugh, and look deep into my eyes, even the way you grin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When it comes to meeting up with you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I always get so nervous that I can’t control anything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I always try to look so perfect in front of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I always have the butterfly tickling in the stomach&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That was when I interpret those all as love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But now when I analyze things far beyond those all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your laughs, smiles and eyes are not head-turning at all anymore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No more imaginations of you flirting around&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I ask myself what is happening&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is it that I am not nervous and excited anymore meeting up with you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That was when I realize that it was just an infatuation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It took me a long time to differ love and infatuation…but now I still fall for the infatuation…help me…….Sept 07, 2006, 00:10am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-115764909280794681?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/115764909280794681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=115764909280794681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115764909280794681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115764909280794681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/09/loveinfatuation.html' title='..Love….Infatuation..'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-115729661471448622</id><published>2006-09-03T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T08:16:54.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Ternyata Aku Terkenal Juga..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/400/images.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s late at the morning…1 am…and I just got back from Steve’s wedding party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Aku merasa menjadi seorang selebriti yang begitu memasuki ruangan perayaan tersebut langsung dikerubuti oleh begitu banyak orang. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;“Duh, Diva…aku pikir kamu yang berdiri di pelaminan sana lho…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);" lang="NO-BOK"&gt; (komentar seorang teman lama)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;”Apa kabar, Va? Are you okay tonight?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;(komentar seorang relasi yang (sok?) perhatian)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;“Kita semua sedih banget lho malam ini. Ga ada seneng-senengnya….Pengennya sih kamu yang berdiri di depan sana ituh…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;(komentar seorang saudara dekat Steve)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;“Emangnya dulu kenapa sih? Ck ck ck…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);" lang="NO-BOK"&gt; (komentar seorang teman yang tidak begitu dekat, tapi penuh dengan simpati)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Kemanapun aku melangkah di ruangan itu, selalu ada orang yang menyapaku. Ada yang menyapa dengan ramah, sinis, kasihan, sedih, senang, cuek tapi berusaha sopan, kangen, sampai simpati. Aku sampai merasa bahwa wedding party Steve telah sekaligus menjadi ajang reuni dan penyampaian rasa simpati atas keadaan bahwa aku berdiri di bawah bukannya di atas pelaminan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But you know what, I really thank God dari semua yang diucapkan untukku, tidak ada satu kata pun yang bisa menorehkan bekas apapun di hatiku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Because I have got over it so long time ago. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;It felt like tonight is part of my night, too, where everybody was just so eager to approach me and loved to chat with me with their personal reason. Aside from the fact that I don’t have enough time to enjoy the meal tonight, aku merasa bahagia malam ini. Yea, I really do! Karena ternyata aku &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terkenal juga…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;It’s a genuine happiness and gladness I’m having here…and it feels strange….Sept 02, 2006 at pass 1 o’clock in the morning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-115729661471448622?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/115729661471448622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=115729661471448622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115729661471448622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115729661471448622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/09/ternyata-aku-terkenal-juga.html' title='..Ternyata Aku Terkenal Juga..'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-115729543803591546</id><published>2006-09-03T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T07:57:18.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The No-Turning Back-Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/Wedding%20Invitation%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/400/Wedding%20Invitation%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 hari yang lalu aku mendapatkan sebuah undangan tergeletak di atas mejaku. Dari warna dan designnya, aku sudah tahu apa dan dari siapa benda tersebut&lt;i style=""&gt;. Pink&lt;/i&gt;, persegi panjang dengan gambar mawar di ujung kanan atasnya. &lt;i style=""&gt;It’s Steve’s wedding invitation&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku mencoba menyelidiki jauh ke dalam hatiku. Adakah rasa sakit di sela-sela detak jantungku. Dan aku bisa tersenyum dengan bangga sambil mengatakan : ”&lt;i style=""&gt;Nope...there is no more hurt there. I am no more wounded…at all. I am just &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;happy for them&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tapi 5 menit kemudian aku menelepon seorang teman dan dengan nada yang tidak biasa (kesal bercampur bingung sepertinya) memberitahukan bahwa,”&lt;i style=""&gt;Jeung…si Steve merid akhir minggu ini&lt;/i&gt;!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dan sungguh, jujur, aku menikmati makian-makian yang keluar dari bibir temanku tersebut.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mungkin benar bahwa tipis sekali batas antara sakit dan senang. Ketika aku merasa bahwa aku sudah melewati fase menyimpan kepahitan dalam hati dan melepaskan doa-doa berkat kepada kedua sejoli tersebut, aku kembali terhenyak dalam kenyataan bahwa ternyata ada sedikit sekali noda kecemburuan bahwa aku masih sendiri di sini. Aku sudah tidak lagi mempertanyakan,”&lt;i style=""&gt;Kenapa bukan gue yang dia pilih?!? Apa sih lebihnya dia daripada gue&lt;/i&gt;?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tapi masih ada sedikiit (i-nya tambah 1) sekali kilas balik peristiwa-peristiwa manis dulu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ketika aku hampir memutuskan untuk mengajak Troy, salah seorang olahragawan yang sedang naik daun yang baru aku kenal beberapa minggu yang lalu, untuk pergi ke acara penuh cinta tersebut (sayangnya bukan cintaku).........Di saat itu aku melihat seorang bapak-bapak yang sedang makan berdua dengan seorang gadis yang masih jauh lebih muda daripadaku di sudut &lt;i style=""&gt;cafe&lt;/i&gt; favoritku ini. Yang pasti itu bukan anaknya, karena pandangan bapak-bapak itu yang penuh nafsu dan remasan tangannya terhadap jemari-jemari lentik gadis tersebut. Dan pada detik itu juga, aku tersenyum sendiri walau &lt;i style=""&gt;strawberry squash&lt;/i&gt; yang sedang kuseruput asam &lt;i style=""&gt;banget&lt;/i&gt;! Betapa bodohnya aku....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mengapa hampir kulupakan bahwa sekarang ini banyak sekali pernikahan yang berjalan paralel dengan perselingkuhan, perkelahian mulut, perkelahian fisik, pisah ranjang, pisah rumah bahkan pisah kehidupan. &lt;i style=""&gt;So when I hold his hands at the altar, saying that I will love him forever in any kind of conditions, swearing in the name of God that only death will do us part, I’d better be so sure that he is the right guy&lt;/i&gt;. Jika memang sampai pada saat ini, detik ini, aku belum memiliki keyakinan seperti itu, kenapa juga aku harus termenung, menatap nanar benda berwarna &lt;i style=""&gt;pink&lt;/i&gt; di hadapanku ini?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bukan waktu yang akan mengatur keputusan hidupku yang satu ini. Bukan juga peraturan tak tertulis dalam etika kehidupan sosial. Terlebih lagi bukan rasa sepi di hati ini. &lt;i style=""&gt;One thing I learn&lt;/i&gt;, tidak ada sesuatu pun di dunia ini yang bisa menentukan kapan, di mana, dan siapa yang harus kupegang hatinya untuk seumur hidupku.&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I know for sure that marriage is &lt;b style=""&gt;a no-turning back-point&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I should thank that old guy I saw in my favorite dining café….., August 30, 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-115729543803591546?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/115729543803591546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=115729543803591546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115729543803591546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115729543803591546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-turning-back-point.html' title='The No-Turning Back-Point'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-115169333755431637</id><published>2006-06-30T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:54:01.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dual Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/537241_one_crisp_combination.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/537241_one_crisp_combination.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Consider this as the half part of my dual personality&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because I hate you so much for doing this&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dragging me through the ups and downs of romance&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But still I love to feel the butterflies in my stomach&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this as the whole picture of me having a dual personality&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel like pushing you away to the deepest part of a deserted jungle&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For being such a sweet and untouchable person at the same time&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But then it’s dying inside me when you are not around&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s normal for being a dual personality&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When everything feels like falling apart&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because you keep drawing back everytime the smell of beautiful commitment approaches&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But then you will crawl back to me when I look away slowly&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a self defense system I am building here&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s just a madness syndrome that people usually call as l-o-v-e&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And yes, I am trapped in there and unable to explain myself clearly&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So just consider me as having a dual personality&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have decided to walk away over and over again but never been able to win this mental fight, 27 June 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-115169333755431637?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/115169333755431637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=115169333755431637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115169333755431637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115169333755431637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-dual-personality.html' title='My Dual Personality'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-115035030090682645</id><published>2006-06-14T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:45:00.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita cinta 3 – The end is the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/106766_man_on_road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/400/106766_man_on_road.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; yang tidak kita miliki, Cinta….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunia ada di tangan kita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kita miliki semua kuasa kebaikan dan keburukan di dalam genggaman kita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remuknya perasaan, diterbangkan cinta, sakitnya rindu dan tangis penyesalan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Semuanya kita miliki&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; yang tidak kita miliki, Cinta…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku tidak bisa memeluk tubuhmu, walaupun pasti jiwamu milikku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tidak mungkin kupahat namaku di tubuhmu, karena itu bukan milikku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jika malam datang, aku hanya menangis sendiri&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mengaduk pasir dan mengukir namamu dan namaku di &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sampai kemudian air menghapusnya kembali&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; yang tidak kita miliki, Cinta….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktunya tiba&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku terduduk sendiri, sepi melawan waktu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Karena aku melepaskanmu terbang &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kembali ke pelukan insan yang lebih memilikimu, tubuh dan jiwamu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya ada satu yang tidak kita miliki, Cinta….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ikatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;You are one the best path I took that impacts my life, 10 Juni 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-115035030090682645?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/115035030090682645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=115035030090682645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115035030090682645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/115035030090682645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/06/cerita-cinta-3-end-is-beginning.html' title='Cerita cinta 3 – The end is the beginning'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114924411908562084</id><published>2006-06-02T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T03:28:40.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Cinta 2 – I was defeated by the essence of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/529956_just_leave_me_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/529956_just_leave_me_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sudah cukup lama aku tidak merasakan fenomena kehidupan yang disebut sebagai “&lt;i style=""&gt;feeling the butterfly in your stomach&lt;/i&gt;”. Dengan agak bangga dan tersipu aku mengakuinya : Aku sedang merasakan fenomena itu lagi. Sayangnya…aku juga merasakan fenomena yang seringkali juga mengiringinya, yaitu “&lt;i style=""&gt;feeling the headache wondering if he feels the same too or not&lt;/i&gt;”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengenalnya dari gereja. Kata orang-orang di sekitarku, dia adalah contoh produk peralihan dari gelap menjadi terang yang benar-benar sukses. Dengan masa lalu yang penuh dengan tinta hitam dan ungu (ungu selalu melambangkan cinta terlarang &lt;i style=""&gt;ga sih&lt;/i&gt;?), dia sekarang menjadi seorang pelayan yang penuh dengan hikmat dari Yang Di Atas. Aura di sekelilingnya begitu positif dan putih. Rasanya orang-orang berdosa seperti aku begitu takut mendekatinya…, takut mengotori auranya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Setelah perkenalan yang singkat, beberapa hari kemudian, dia mulai memasuki detik-detik kehidupanku dengan SMS dan telepon di malam hari secara rutin. Kata hampir semua orang, pasti ada udang di balik batunya. Tapi aku ragu. Rasanya ini tidak normal. Kadang aku merasa dia melemparkan umpan untuk aku gigit, tapi kadang aku merasa menjadi proyek penelitian kerohaniannya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika semua orang menanyakan perasaanku…pertama aku akan mengatakan bahwa keberadaannya begitu mengagumkan. Aku sempat bertanya kepada Tuhan apakah mungkin Dia menciptakan seseorang begitu sempurnanya. Kemudian aku akan mengatakan bahwa aku lelah. Mungkin memang sudah tidak waktunya aku mengikuti permainan petak umpet ala roman anak SMA, ala &lt;i style=""&gt;bungee jumping&lt;/i&gt; yang naik-turun-menegangkan-mempermainkan detak jantung. Aku akan mengatakan bahwa aku takut. Segala gerak-geriknya yang begitu suci dan penuh iman membuatku merasa kecil, malu dan hina. Bahkan aku akan mengatakan bahwa aku sebenarnya benci. Dia sudah mengobrak-abrik kestabilan perasaan sayangku pada diriku sendiri, sehingga aku harus membagi perasaan tersebut padanya…. tetapi dia hanya berdiri begitu dekat denganku dan menatapku tanpa emosi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Besok dia akan pergi meninggalkan &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;kota&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; metropolitan ini, menuju ke daerah terpencil yang harus dijangkau dengan perjalanan manual selama 8 jam, mebawa sebuah tujuan mulia yang membuatku meringis (kembali merasa hina dan kecil). Dia akan pergi tanpa keinginan untuk tetap merentangkan komunikasi dengan &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;kota&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, selama 30 hari. Dan kedekatan aku dan dia selama ini tidak meninggalkan bekas apapun. Bahkan tidak ada sedikit pun senyum atau pesan penghibur lara sebelum dia berangkat. Aku menggigit bibir, menahan geram yang menyakitkan hatiku sendiri. Ini keterlaluan! Aku tidak kuat! Aku ikut bermain dalam permainan ini, berusaha menebak-nebak hasil akhir pertandingannya dan aku kembali kalah.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aku tidak mengikuti alur skenario ini. Terlalu membingungkan dan melelahkan. Yes, I was defeated by the essence of Love. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terombang-ambing sambil masih menunggu bunyi telepon berdering, 28 Mei 2005&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114924411908562084?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114924411908562084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114924411908562084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114924411908562084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114924411908562084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/06/cerita-cinta-2-i-was-defeated-by.html' title='Cerita Cinta 2 – I was defeated by the essence of Love'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114768165653237062</id><published>2006-05-15T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:27:36.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's c0mpL1c4t3D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/friendship.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/friendship.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Geez, I wish I can have a relationship like how you have it with Ray.” Aku masih ingat tepat kata per kata ucapan &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Pierre&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; waktu itu. Aku hanya melihat Ray dan tersenyum penuh arti. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“You don’t want to. It took you lots of effort and thoughts, through a very long history. It’s amazingly complicated.” Ray menjawab sambil masih tersenyum penuh arti. Arti yang hanya dimengerti oleh dua orang yang telah melalui begitu banyak hal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bukan. Ray, Raydith, bukan kekasih yang selalu aku bawa ke dalam mimpiku setiap malam. Seorang teman yang muncul di waktu yang tepat, pergi di waktu yang tepat, kembali pada saat yang tepat dan selalu ada untukmu di saat yang tepat aku membutuhkannya. Yup, that’s Ray! Aku begitu merasa nyaman bersamanya. Aku bahkan tidak perlu mengucapkan apa-apa untuk memberitahu sesuatu kepadanya. Jika Ethan Hunt bisa berkomunikasi lewat gerakan bibir saja, aku dan Ray bahkan lebih dari itu. Aku tahu jika ada yang mengganggu pikirannya, begitu juga sebaliknya dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maka, muncullah pertanyaan tersebut. &lt;i style=""&gt;What happened to the romance in the air? How come you guys don’t have it around you?&lt;/i&gt; Aku dan Ray akan menjawab lugas,”It’s complicated.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ya. Memang serumit itu. 8 tahun yang lalu kita hampir berpegangan tangan dan berjalan berdua di tepi pantai sambil menikmati romantisme khas dua sejoli. Sedetik sebelum itu terjadi, aku dan Ray duduk terdiam di kamarku dan melihat slide foto-foto bersama kami dan beberapa teman. It was so beautiful (though full of narcism at the same time). And there we were, menghadapi arti teman di depan monitor computer. Then we realized that this is eternal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cinta selalu mengharapkan lebih banyak &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cinta lebih mengikat kehidupan dari semua sisi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cinta mengangkatmu dan akan menghempaskanmu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cinta membuatmu sangat menderita ketika ia pergi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tapi….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Teman tidak pernah mengharapkan apa-apa &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Teman tidak pernah mengikat kehidupan dari sisi apapun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Teman tidak akan mengangkatmu dan menghempaskanmu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dan teman tidak akan pernah membuatmu menderita jika ia pergi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bukan. Aku bukan seorang pesimisme cinta. Aku masih seorang perempuan yang mengagung-agungkan cinta, kesetiaan, pangeran berkuda putih, pernikahan dengan baju putih panjang, dan tag-line “and they live happily ever after”. Kata Ray, “You are still a mellow-girl inside you, Diva. Who loves the smell of the fresh air and the sound of birds chirping around you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ray. Raydith. Ia datang pada saat yang tepat. Saat aku merasakan bahwa cinta harus dibuang ke selokan depan rumahku. Ia pergi pada saat yang tepat. Saat aku sudah menamatkan kuliahku, memperoleh pekerjaan yang bagus dan sesosok pria yang sangat mencintaiku. Dan Ray kembali lagi pada saat yang tepat. Saat aku berada di ambang pergolakan hubungan dengan Steve. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s complicated. Tidak ada yang tahu bagaimana aku dan Ray memulai hubungan kami. Tidak ada yang melihat apa yang telah terjadi di tengah-tengahnya. Tidak ada yang mengerti bagaimana Ray sudah memiliki belahan jiwa yang tidak pernah aku setujui tapi aku sukai karena Ray begitu mencintainya. Tidak ada yang mencatat kondisi-kondisi yang telah memagari hubungan persahabatan kami sehingga menjadi sekokoh ini. Hanya manusia tidak normal seperti kami yang bisa menjalani hubungan seperti ini. But, who is normal anyway in this life nowdays? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes, it’s complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dedicated to Ray, the guy I have described above.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, May 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114768165653237062?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114768165653237062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114768165653237062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114768165653237062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114768165653237062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-c0mpl1c4t3d.html' title='It&apos;s c0mpL1c4t3D'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114708195182370963</id><published>2006-05-08T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:16:06.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Cinta I - MEMALUKAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/516187_angie.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/516187_angie.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku mencintaimu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tak pernah ucapan tak sayang muncul dari mulutku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Desahan nafasku tak pernah menyebutkan nama yang lain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tubuhku gemetar setiap bayanganmu menyentuh kulitku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sedetik tak pernah terlewatkan tanpa memikirkanmu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bahkan aku terjaga dalam tidurku, hanya memikirkanmu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Engkaulah separuh dari hidupku&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sesuatu yang tidak biasa selalu mencuri pandangan dan perhatianku. Tepat seperti saat aku melihat sosok aneh yang tidak pernah tersenyum. Aura di sekelilingnya begitu penuh dengan bintang dan bunga. Tidak ada seorang pun yang berani kutanya tentang keberadaanmu. Aku malu. Padahal aku selalu memikirkanmu. Memalukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Jika aku bisa menggambarkan perasaanku, aku mungkin akan menggurat sehelai kertas putih besar dengan warna biru awan dan aku melayang di tengah-tengahnya dikelilingi oleh kupu-kupu berwarna merah jambu. Tapi kemudian aku akan memandangi kertas tersebut, mencoret gambar diriku dengan kesal, menyobek kertas tersebut dan membakarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Aku ini memalukan. Makhluk tanpa keberanian, hanya berdiri di atas dua kaki yang tidak melangkah ke depan. Aku ini memalukan. Punya kepala yang hanya digunakan untuk menunduk jika dia lewat, dengan mata yang berusaha melirik bayangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Sambil bergerilya seperti penyidik profesional aku mencari sejuta keterangan dan informasi tentang dirimu. Kusimpan sendiri dalam folder “exquisite”dengan password “suatuharinanti”. Aku tahu tentang hampir semuanya tentang dirimu. Pada malam hari, mimpi-mimpi tentang dirimu kurekam secara teratur dalam bilik tertentu dalam otakku.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Detik berganti menit berganti jam berganti hari berganti minggu berganti bulan berganti tahun. Kobaran hasrat untuk menghampirimu dan tersenyum bersamamu masih tersimpan erat dalam denyut nadiku. Tanpa ada seorang pun yang mengetahui, apalagi dirimu. Sungguh memalukan! Dan hari itu, pada hari naas hidupku itu, bisikan pendingin ruangan membawa berita yang menghentikan kerja otakku. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Denger-denger, dia udah mau kawin lho 3 bulan lagi. Padahal dia baru pacaran belom sampe 1 tahun&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Tidak bisa! Kamu adalah separuh hidupku. Aku akan mati tanpa dirimu! Keberadaanmu yang membuatku tetap bertahan dalam segala jenis situasi buruk. Aku tidak mau membagimu dengan perempuan lain. Aku akan mengajukan protes. Aku akan berteriak. Aku akan merebutmu kembali! Kamu adalah milikku! Aku tidak mau hidup tanda dirimu! Aku tidak mau kehilanganmuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku mendesah. Ya, aku ini memalukan. Sungguh memalukan. Mungkin kamu bahkan tidak mengetahui namaku, atau menyadariku bahwa aku ini ada. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pojok kantor di &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, 09 Mei 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114708195182370963?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114708195182370963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114708195182370963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114708195182370963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114708195182370963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/05/cerita-cinta-i-memalukan.html' title='Cerita Cinta I - MEMALUKAN'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114421856070020071</id><published>2006-04-04T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T01:13:55.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renungan di Suatu Malam Bolong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/488324_black_tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/400/488324_black_tears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RENUNGAN DI SUATU MALAM BOLONG&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku termenung di pinggir jendela kamarku, memandang ke bawah. Malam ini adalah malam Minggu, saat semua mahkluk dengan pakain serba glamour dan seminim mungkin bergerilya ke tempat yang memiliki penerangan sesedikit mungkin dan dentuman bass musik sekeras mungkin. Dan aku di sini, termenung di depan jendela kamarku, merenungkan perjalanan hidupku selama ini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Aku masih sendirian di sini setelah begitu banyak peristiwa romantis di dalam hidupku. Dari hubungan romantis ideal - aku dan kamu, hubungan romantis fantasi – aku, kamu, dia, ia dan dia, hubungan terlarang – aku dan kamu yang sudah memiliki dia, hubungan bolak balik – aku, kamu, dia, kamu, dia, aku. Tapi tetap aku&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;masih sendirian sekarang, di sini.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ia menelepon dan mengajakku pergi nonton. Aku bilang semua film sudah terekam dengan pasti di otakku. Dia menelepon dan mengajakku ke Puncak. Aku bilang Puncak pasti akan dipenuhi oleh semua orang &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:city&gt; yang sedang mengalami depresi kehidupan &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;kota&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; metropolitan. Kamu menelepon dan mengajakku kembali menjalin hubungan. Aku tertegun dan begitu menginginkannya. Tetapi suatu kekuatan memaksaku untuk bilang bahwa hidup sudah sulit, tidak usah dipersulit lagi. Apa yang sudah ditinggalkan di belakang dan dianggap sampah tidah usah diambil kembali untuk menjadi hiasan. Akan terlalu besar usaha untuk melakukannya. Dengan mengatakan begitu, aku sudah menghancurkan hatimu, dan terlebih lagi hatiku sendiri.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Dan aku di sini, termenung sendiri di pinggir jendela kamarku. Melihat indahnya &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;kota&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; di malam hari. Di &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ada seorang pria yang sedang menjalani detik-detik kehidupannya yang akan bertemu dengan detik kehidupanku suatu hari. Yang pasti bukan kamu, bukan dia dan bukan ia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114421856070020071?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114421856070020071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114421856070020071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114421856070020071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114421856070020071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/04/renungan-di-suatu-malam-bolong.html' title='Renungan di Suatu Malam Bolong'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114421816834702570</id><published>2006-04-04T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:54:17.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend of Foe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIEND OR FOE?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/454510_single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/454510_single.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Date&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: March 19, 2006&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;From &lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="mailto:butterflyz@yahoo.com"&gt;butterflyz@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;To&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="mailto:eschines@yahoo.com"&gt;eschines@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Subject&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Confused&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sis,&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been? Miss you so much. You must have been real busy with your doctoral degree. I’ve tried to call to your mobile a couple of times, but I never got connected. Have you changed to a new number?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;I miss you. I miss talking about my stuffs and my problems with you. I ain’t sure when you will be able to read my mail and reply it, but I will tell you some stories anyway. You know that I rent an apartment and stay with some friends. One of my friends, Lisa, fell for a guy whom she knew from one of our hang-out friends. When I finally got to know this guy too, he asked for my number and kept calling me religiously. Lisa said that’s ok, because there’s nothing that we can do about it. She can’t force the guys to like her, she said. Yes, she got a point. But I am very sure that deep down inside her heart, she felt defeated and hurted, because the guy she had a crush on, fell in love with her best friend.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know that you will ask me : Do you like this guy? Yes, Sis, I like him so much. He is so cute and nice. But what should I do? Didn’t want to hurt Lisa’s feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmmm…please read my mail soon, Sis and send me some advices. Need it desperately. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Diva&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Can you send me the Rose scent bathing foam that you bought in the night carnaval? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Date&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: March 23, 2006&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;From&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="mailto:eschines@yahoo.com"&gt;eschines@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;To&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="mailto:diva@yahoo.com"&gt;diva@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Subject&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Re : Confused&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diva darling,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;You have always been this sweet little girl since we are kids. Dear…I know that this is so unfair for your friend, Lisa. But this is nobody’s fault. It’s not your fault, not Lisa’s and not even that guy’s fault! It just happened naturally, I suppose. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tell you a story. I once got involved in this kinda romance too. But I was the “guy” in your story. I fell for my friend’s friend. And, believe me, things got real completed back then. My friend, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Aden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, who is like one of my nicest friend to hang out with, started to back off and gave me that weird look everytime I talk about his friend, Shane. Shane was always ackward when dating me. But it came to a time, after a 3-week-ackward period, the three of us finally came to a point : “This is romance. When it came to feeling so special inside your heart, you should fight for it, in a good way.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Aden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; cares so much about me. Call this cliché, but he said that he would be happier to see me happy. I risk my friendship with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Aden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, Diva dear. But that’s only when I found out that Shane was that’s worth it. Although a year after, I broke with up because of some stupid football game on TV that he couldn’t give up. Hahaha……&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I believe that you are such a smart girl (it’s in the blood, Sis! :D ). You can handle this! You sure know what to choose.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, how’s your job back there? Heard from mom that you are pursuing jobs in entertainment field? How is it going? What have you done? Call me from home! Miss talking for hours with you!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Love, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Date&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: 29 March 2006&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;From&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="mailto:diva@yahoo.com"&gt;diva@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;To&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="mailto:eschines@yahoo.com"&gt;eschines@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Subject&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: THE decision&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Sis, I miss you so much. Do you plan to fly back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; this summer? There have been so many small and comfortable coffee shops open here in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. And the coffee’s are all fingers licking good (stealing tag lines ain’t piracy, right? Hehe….).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways….about this bizarre love triangle that I have been involved in… I finally came to a decision. Refering to your romance case with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Aden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and Shane, Sis, this is more difficult. Since I’m living in an apartment with Lisa, I frequently caught her crying in her room late at night. Turns out that Lisa is not a tough girl at all in romance. Geez, Sis, I was crushed at that moment. What an evil I had been. I had never realized that she was that into Pete, the guy. And I hate myself for doing this. &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, one day I met Pete and told him the story. I knew he was crushed. But there he smiled and hugged me close, as if he wanted to say that we will meet again in a much different situation and things are going to be better between us. I felt like a goal keeper who just lost a ball out of my hands. How much I want to be selfish and fight for the guy who might be my dream-man. But living with tears under the same ceiling, it’s a different story. Damn, I was hurted, Sis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;So &lt;i style=""&gt;nobody wins&lt;/i&gt;, Sis. But at least I can still be the sweet little girl that I have always been since we were kids, Sis. It’s not always a good thing, right, Sis? Hehe…. But heck, just hope that everybody will recognize that &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have always been a friend, not a foe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,….and please visit me back here….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Diva&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114421816834702570?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114421816834702570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114421816834702570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114421816834702570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114421816834702570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/04/friend-of-foe.html' title='Friend of Foe?'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114040851297182354</id><published>2006-02-19T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:52:29.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Free Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;THE FREE MEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We sometimes meet men who think of relationship as the scariest thing in life. Commitment is the second scariest. How would you get to be with them?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/267231_atmosphere_of_trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/267231_atmosphere_of_trust.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the commitment that we are afraid of. It’s the freedom that we cannot have anymore if we are in a serious relationship with a girl.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Michael – Freelance designer)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think commitment has been a great issue for men for a very long time. It will never disappear. It will always be there in your relationship with any men. I have dated like almost 10 guys and all of them have issue with commitment.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Louisa – General Manager)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, commitment has never been an issue for me. When you get to meet the right person, you will want to spend the rest of your life only with her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Ahmad – Account Executive)&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Remember Charles? He’s the man whom I met first at Starbuck and later on made me think over to start a new relationship. I though, he might be the one.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met for a couple of times. He is such a busy man, and so am I. But then I found out that he is so difficult in such a way. We never really talk about the relationship that we are having. We only talk about how wonderful life is, politics, art, how &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has not been a good place to live, and how women and men are such different creatures. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day when I met him for the seventh time. I felt like life has granted me a chance to see him today. I have a plan to put our relationship into a gambling table. It’s either we continue the relationship to a more serious path or we should left it behind and continue only as good friends. Because, honestly, I don’t trust in such thing as “Teman Tapi Mesra (TTM)”-thingy these days anymore.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there he was, still looking so smart and adorable as I have always pictured him in my mind, eating a full plate of meat salad. I was so sure that he was the one. I knew it from the way he looked into my eyes, so deep and so meaningful. And when he gave me a smile that made my heart melt, I threw the question into the gambling table.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been such a special person&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would dare to go through any rough journey with you&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But certainty has been a big question in my heart&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like Shakespeare said…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“The question is to be or not to be.”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an hour ago that I risked my dignity asking such question. Call me conventional, but I still live in a world where women are not to propose to men first. I am sitting in my car, alone, in the basement parking lot in Mal Puri Indah. I have tears all over my face. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Diva…Sorry I have to tell you this. But I just got the news yesterday. I’ve always dreamt of pursuing my dream abroad. After my postgraduate in the State, I dreamt of living abroad and spending the rest of my life there. And yesterday I just got a letter, telling me that my permanent residence request in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is granted. I’m leaving for &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Quebec&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; in eight months. Then I just realized that I can’t have a serious relationship yet. Not until if I felt sick of being alone. This is my dream….I’ve dreamt of it for a long time, Va… I have never intended to hurt you or anything. But I like being with you. You are such a special person. But I can’t have a serious commitment yet.”&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sparkles in his eyes, the blush in his cheek and the far-look-away daydream in his face made me realize that I have lost my game. Yup, I have lost the gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiping the tears out of my cheek and eyes, I realize now that it is not the dream that he is pursuing. It’s the commitment issue. He could have asked me to move to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with him. But, no, he didn’t do it. He just left me behind.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the men out there….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When women asked for a commitment, we had never meant to put your life as our possession. It is just the warm and safe feeling when we know that we can always count on you if we were in the middle of huge storm. Don’t be afraid then, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we just want to share our heart with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114040851297182354?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114040851297182354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114040851297182354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114040851297182354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114040851297182354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/02/free-men.html' title='The Free Men'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114007883610222192</id><published>2006-02-16T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:39:29.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/448669_youre_late___.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/448669_youre_late___.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAN EGO&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Kenapa pria selalu identik dengan egosentris? Apakah karena pria selalu merasa bahwa mereka adalah makhluk yang lebih dalam banyak hal dibandingkan dengan wanita?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini aku mengunjungi seorang teman di apartemen Mediterania, Julie. &lt;/span&gt;Julie menelepon sambil menangis, memohon supaya aku segera datang ke apartemennya. Ia membutuhkan seseorang saat itu juga. Julie adalah mantan teman kuliahku. Tipe wanita yang sangat diidam-idamkan pria : cantik, seksi, rajin, feminim dan baik sekali. Terakhir kali aku bertemu dengannya sekitar 1 tahun yang lalu, di perayaan nikahnya dengan Ardy, seorang bankir sukses. Setelah pernikahannya, satu-satunya alat komunikasi kami adalah handphone.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ketika aku bertemu dengannya, aku tidak percaya bahwa waktu telah merenggut semua kebanggaan yang pernah membuat Julie menjadi seorang wanita yang begitu bahagia. Tidak ada lagi rambut hitam panjang lurus, tidak ada lagi badan seksi nan aduhai, tidak ada lagi senyum yang selalu merekah. Semuanya itu digantikan oleh mata sembab dan biru, bibir pecah-pecah, rambut setengah awut-awutan diikat menjadi satu. Dan cerita klise itu keluar dari bibirnya….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Gue bukan tipe istri yang tidak berbakti, Va. Semuanya gue lakukan buat Ardy! Sebutin aja! Nyuci baju, nyetrika, masak, ngepel. We don’t hire servants. He said I can take care of everything. Semuanya! Semuanya gue lakuin! Padahal gue masih kerja di PT XXX, Va! Tapi dia…that idiot! Hanya aku minta tolong cuci piring sebentar saja, dia langsung marah-marah. We had a huge fight and he punch me in my eye. The next day, I asked him about a girl calling to our house and….and…he threw me to the wall.” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Betapa seringnya cinta dijual murah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Hanya mengandalkan detak jantung yang menggebu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dan mimpi indah tentang cinta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Seringkali kemudian kita terhempas oleh harga tersebut&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Bahwa ternyata hati kita tidak terbeli&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Dan cinta murah telah membelenggu hidup kita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Dan cinta murah merenggut kebahagiaan kita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Bahkan mungkin nyawa kita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Hal ini sama saja seperti mengapa ada yang namanya rasis di dunia. White people think that they are more superior that the black ones. Menurut gue, kekerasan pria terhadap wanita , either itu di dalam rumah tangga, colak colek, sampai pemerkosaan, penyebabnya adalah karena kaum pria merasa mereka lebih kuat, lebih berkuasa daripada kaum hawa.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Andre – Internal Auditor)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“That’s what they said as man ego. Pria itu ingin menunjukkan bahwa they have more power dan mereka seharusnya lebih dominan.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Yoga – Programmer)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Menurut gue, kekerasan rumah tangga itu bisa terjadi, awalnya adalah dari ajaran orang tua dari kecil. Gue merasa bahwa dari kecil, gue diajarin nyokap untuk sangat menghormati wanita. Sekarang, setelah mempunyai istri, gue juga ga segan-segan melakukan kerjaan rumah tangga. Sering, di adat timur, diajarkan bahwa wanita harus berada di bawah pria. Hal itu yang kemudian berkembang menjadi kekerasan dan dominasi pria di dalam rumah tangga.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(William – Businessman)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Aku merenung di depan laptopku. Juli mungkin bukan wanita pertama yang mengalami hal seperti ini. Aku menunduk. Karena aku juga pernah mengalaminya. Seumur hidupku, belum pernah aku ditampar orang tuaku. Tetapi seseorang yang sudah menorehkan luka di hatiku, juga sudah menorehkan luka di pipiku. &lt;/span&gt;Tulang pipiku retak karena pukulannya. &lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Hanya karena sesuatu hal kecil yang kemudian berkembang menjadi pertengkaran besar. Herannya, aku masih menjalani peran dalam drama kekerasan tersebut selama 3 tahun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami, wanita tidak pernah meminta sesuatu yang berlebihan dalam suatu hubungan. Hanya cinta dan perhatian. Di saat kami membutuhkan perlindungan dari kekerasan dunia, sangatlah menyedihkan jika kekerasan tersebut justru datang dari sang pelindung yang kami harapkan. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karena seharusnya cinta itu tidak menyakitkan, secara mental maupun fisik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114007883610222192?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114007883610222192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114007883610222192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114007883610222192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114007883610222192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/02/man-ego.html' title='Man Ego'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114007764984959516</id><published>2006-02-15T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:38:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ONE .1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/small_robbie_williams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/small_robbie_williams.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE ONE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you get to where you wanna go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know the things you wanna know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're smiling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said what you wanna say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know the way you wanna play, yeah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be so high you'll be flying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the sea will be strong&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cos if there's somebody calling me on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   She's the one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  (She's The One - Robbie Williams) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Everything about Steve is over. I have decided to move on. Lebih cepat lebih bagus , tentunya. That’s why, suatu sore, aku memutuskan untuk menikmati kopi favoritku di Starbuck Puri Indah Mal, salah satu tempat mencari inspirasi kesukaanku. &lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Sambil membaca buku, menikmati secangkir grande Americano, aku melayangkan pandanganku ke sekelilingku. Ada segerombolan mahasiswa di tempat duduk paling sudut. Pas di depanku, duduk seorang pria, sendirian. &lt;/span&gt;Dari penampilan, he is exactly the type that I really adore : botak, atletis, tidak begitu putih, agak brewokan sedikit dan lumayan ganteng. &lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Sadar bahwa aku memperhatikan dia, ia mengangkat kepalanya dan tersenyum tipis kepadaku. Aku membalas senyumnya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menunduk dan berpura-pura meneruskan membaca buku yang sedang kupegang. &lt;/span&gt;Aku tahu dia masih memperhatikanku. If I just look at him and smile a bit different from the previous, I know that he might come to my table and ask for accompanying me. Should I smile? Should I? Tapi aku masih masih merasa belum fully recovered from my last relationship. But…how if he is the one? There the question popped into my head. How would you know that a man is the one? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum selesai aku berpikir, pria tersebut sudah berdiri di sampingku. “Can I join?”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm...sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia duduk di depanku. "Hope I'm not a bother at all. Charles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unique."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you reading?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menunjukkan cover depan buku yang sedang kubaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sybil." Charles tersenyum lagi. Aku baru sadar bahwa ia memiliki lekuk manis di pipinya ketika tersenyum. "I've read the book, too. Good book. Great doctor, Dr Wilbur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menatap wajahnya lekat-lekat. He looks so fake, pikirku. Pertama-tama menghampiri seorang wanita di cafe. He must have done it with a lot of girls. Then he tried to be nice by sharing the same interest with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...what are you doing? Kamu kerja di mana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berencana untuk berbohong. Tapi it just slipped out of my lips. "IT Consultant Company. But I'm also a freelance writer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouw...a writer? I always dream that someday I could meet a writer in personal. What do you write?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream meeting a writer in personal? Yea....Bet you have said it to lots of other girls before. I always dream that someday I could meet a model in personal. I always dream that someday I could meet an advertising consultant in personal, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wrote short stories and columns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of stories? Romance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sort of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woo...then you must that romantic kind of girl." Charles tersenyum menggoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I know he's not the one. He's just one of those men , picking girls randomly in public places, so they can have a one night date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berdiri dan mengucapkan salam perpisahan dengan sopan. "Sorry, got to go. I've promised to meet my friends mmm 5 minutes ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekecewaan dan kebingungan jelas tergambar di wajah Charles. Meskipun rasanya aku masih tidak rela meninggalkan wajah imut di hadapanku ini, aku tetap melangkah pergi. He's not the one! He's not.... Ga akan seperti itu, if he's the one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Sambil jalan ke basement, mencari-cari Visto hitam kesayanganku, aku berpikir lagi. &lt;/span&gt;Charles...he is cute, likes to read and nice. I like men who likes to read. Might he be the one? That question popped in my head again and again and again.... So what, he is a little bit flirty? At least he is polite enough. Tiba di depan Visto mungilku, aku berbalik lagi, menuju Starbuck di luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencari sosok imut yang terakhir kutinggalkan dengan wajah kecewa dan bingung. Mejaku sudah kosong, sudah dibersihkan oleh Jackie, barista Starbuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berbalik menuju ke parkiran. Saat lift membuka di Starbuck, there he is. Standing in front of the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm looking for you." Nafasnya masih sedikit terengah-engah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know precisely that I was giving him a very wide smile. "Me, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles tersenyum. "Can I walk you to your car, Mam?"&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengangguk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if he is the one or not. Don't want to think about it. I just know that I felt comfortable with him. And that is what matters now. The trauma might haven't disappeared yet. It will be a bit difficult to have a relationship now. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this might be my chance for me to find "the one". Then I will just grab the chance, hold on to it and hope for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114007764984959516?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114007764984959516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114007764984959516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114007764984959516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114007764984959516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-1.html' title='The ONE .1.'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114007497114716680</id><published>2006-02-15T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:34:50.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EX = Friend ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/Ex-Boyfriend--C10325461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/Ex-Boyfriend--C10325461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EX = FRIEND ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Can we treat our ex as a friend? Just as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasti bisa! Kalo gue sih pasti bisa lah! Memories can still linger on, but we are going on&lt;br /&gt;with our own lives, jadi pasti bisa! Gue sih bisa!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;(John - designer)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; Tergantung gimana caranya mereka putus. &lt;/span&gt;Klow putusnya ga baek-baek, gimana mo be&lt;br /&gt;friends, ngomongan aja ga kaleee.....&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Yan – technical support)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Ga bisa! &lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dan mendingan ga...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;(Cica – marketing executive)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; Klo dah pada pasangan, mungkin bisa kali yac....tapi kalo masih pada jomblo bedua,&lt;br /&gt;pasti balik pacaran lagi deh!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Lisa – model)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the feeling that still lingers or what is it? What makes it rather difficult for us to be just friends with our ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just met Steve today, with his new girlfriend. Ingin rasanya aku menghampiri wanita tersebut dan mencongkel matanya keluar. "Cool down...cool down..." I kept saying that to myself. Somehow it works, because I can sit down elegantly (hopefully it will look elegant, instead of looking like a dead woman sitting). Steve didn't have guts to look me in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The day after tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Dunia ini memang sangat sempit. I ran into Steve again at a grocery store. &lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Kali ini tidak ada lagi manusia berjenis kelamin wanita yang bergelayutan di lengannya. Aku tersenyum sedikit kepadanya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sendirian?" Pertama kalinya aku mendengar suaranya setelah 2 minggu yang lalu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Nope. I'm with Mona and Ivy." Geez, I miss him so much. And he looks even cuter than before.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia tersenyum pelan. "Mmm...si Winston baru buka studio baru di Pondok Labu. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:city&gt; party kecil-kecilan di &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. He invited us to come, as his special guests." Winston adalah salah seorang teman kami berdua. One of our best friends, who loves music so much and once told me that he had a crush on me. But it was before I dated Steve.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you want to go? Sabtu ini. I can pick you up at 6." And there, he said it just like everything is fine and ok. Did he expect me to forget everything and be normal? Did he expect me to be his friend? What happens to his new girlfriend?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bingung harus menjawab apa. Sebelah hatiku ingin sekali menghabiskan waktuku dan tawaku bersama dia lagi. Sebelahnya lagi ingin menampar dia di tempat umum ini for things that he has done to me. &lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Sulit menentukan keputusan apa-apa, aku hanya diam, tidak menjawab apa-apa. Ia menarik tanganku dan kami berjalan bersama keluar dari grocery store tersebut.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I want to show you something." Kami berjalan menuju mobilnya.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam mobil ia memutarkan kaset rekaman ia bermain gitar bersama Matez, one the best bassist in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Selesai lagu tersebut, tiba-tiba ia memegang tanganku dan menatapku lekat-lekat. "I miss you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seluruh badanku langsung melemah. "I miss you, too." And it slipped out of my lips just like that.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve tersenyum. "Let's just go to Winston's party."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terdiam sebentar. What is so important about this party, anyway?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't wanna come, I can always ask Linda to...."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflek aku langsung menamparnya. I don't need no reason to do that. It has stood there, right in front of my nose, waiting for me to do that. And I have spent a useless 15 minutes to listen to his craps! &lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Aku berjalan pergi, meninggalkan Steve yang bingung. I felt so stupid. &lt;/span&gt;I was hoping that everything can still be normal and we can be friends, very close friends. I was still hoping that I can still spend some warm and comforting time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin apa yang dilakukan oleh Steve tidak salah. He still wants to be friends with me. Hanya saja, dia tidak memikirkan betapa dalam luka yang telah ditorehkan olehnya di hatiku. And it needs an incredibly long period of time to heal. Maybe someday I will be able to look him in the eye and tell him , right in front of his nose : "Let's be friends. Just friends." But for now...I will just sit back and forget about this "Trying to be friends" stuffs. &lt;b style=""&gt;Because, in fact, it was not an obligation. It was just an option to choose&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114007497114716680?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114007497114716680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114007497114716680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114007497114716680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114007497114716680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/02/ex-friend.html' title='EX = Friend ?'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114007284427249820</id><published>2006-02-15T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:29:43.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selingkuh, is it LEGAL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SELINGKUH, IS IT LEGAL ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Selingkuh adalah salah satu fenomena yang paling dinikmati oleh semua orang. The thrill, the atmosphere, feeling wanted, the whole scenario...semuanya begitu menyenangkan. The question is : is it legal? Not that you will be jailed for this, but is it legal for anyone's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukan seseorang yang tidak pernah melakukan. Been there, done that! And I have to admit it, it was real fun back there! &lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Tapi sekarang kondisinya lain...Dulu aku menjadi pemeran utamanya, sekarang aku menjadi penontonnya. Rasanya kok beda ya? Padahal filmnya sama dan jalan ceritanya juga mirip sekali. &lt;/span&gt;Hanya endingnya yang berbeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;this is the retake of my life&lt;br /&gt;i was his star for many nights&lt;br /&gt;now the roads have changed&lt;br /&gt;and you're the leading lady in his life&lt;br /&gt;lights, camera now you're on&lt;br /&gt;just remember you've been warned&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it now&lt;br /&gt;cause it won't last&lt;br /&gt;same script different cast&lt;br /&gt;(whitney houston)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The leading role...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how I got used to tell lies about my activities. When Steve asked me where I've been going, fake stories just slip out of my lips so easily. Sometimes it made me scared, how I was so capable to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Aku menjalani kehidupan keduaku dengan Kevin. &lt;/span&gt;He,himself, juga sudah memiliki separuh hati yang harus dia perhatikan. Both of us knows exactly what we are doing and we support each other in lies and deceives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kenal Kevin dari teman bisnisku. Dia adalah type seorang pria yang kuidam-idamkan, except the fact that he already has a girlfriend. He is cute, a six-packs man, fun, very smart and owns a business. Berawal dari a cup of espresso di Starbuck, we end up with a long movie of unfaithful love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The audience...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai pada hari itu, in the middle of February, I had a huge fight with Steve, the original and legal love of mine. A week after the huge fight, still in the aura of anger, he told me : "Gue lagi deket sama cewe'. She is nice. Sudah seminggu." And that's where I put a break-up decission on our relationship. And, just like that, I walk out of my 3-year-relationship with tears and wounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Besoknya aku tidur terlentang di karpet di kamar tidurku, sambil berpikir. Mengapa dengan mudah aku memutuskan hubungan dengan Steve, padahal aku juga sedang menjalankan script movie yang sama dengan Kevin (which I still go on until now) ? Mungkin ini berkaitan dengan egoisme. Mungkin ini berkaitan dengan keserakahan manusia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The point is....I just realized that if you don't want to be hurted, you are not to hurt anybody. &lt;b style=""&gt;So, when you did hurt someone, when it came back to you.... do not ask "why" .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114007284427249820?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114007284427249820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114007284427249820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114007284427249820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114007284427249820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/02/selingkuh-is-it-legal.html' title='Selingkuh, is it LEGAL?'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114006503074756431</id><published>2006-02-15T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:28:12.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hung Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/1600/madonna_hung_up_2401.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6923/1928/320/madonna_hung_up_2401.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hung Up&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a mirror always reflects every truth beneath&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:240pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\NOVELI~1.NGA\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="madonna_hung_up_2401"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now that i look into it&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i saw a lost soul with beauty on sale&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;without love, without the heart, added with a hung out look&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my weary feelings have drown me in desperation&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i can’t get it out of my head&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the hurts and the scars still linger on&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;made all everything impossible to reach&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i had never wanted a second shot&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it had never been beautiful at all&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but still the images dance around me with the poisonous happiness&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;help me… would anybody whisper in my ear&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;and tell me that these are all only illusions&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114006503074756431?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114006503074756431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114006503074756431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114006503074756431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114006503074756431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/02/hung-up.html' title='Hung Up'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19480673.post-114006435439465120</id><published>2006-02-15T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:25:38.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Way Should I Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which Way Should I Go?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;aku menoleh ke kiri dan ke kanan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;bingung....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;begitu banyak jalan yang menjanjikan hal indah di ujungnya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;tapi kakiku tak kuasa melangkah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;jalan pertama berbisik...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;“Marilah, Sayang. Aku akan memberikan semua harta di dunia ini kepadamu....“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;aku menggeleng....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;“Aku tidak ingin harta. Yang kuinginkan adalah cinta.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;jalan kedua menghampiriku...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;“Hiduplah bersamaku. Seluruh keindahan fisik akan mengiringi jalan hidupmu.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;aku menepisnya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Aku tidak ingin keindahan itu. Aku hanya ingin cinta.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;jalan ketiga merangkulku pelan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;“Sehidup sematilah denganku. &lt;/span&gt;Aku memiliki kebijaksanaan, sesuatu yang paling penting&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;dan tinggi di dalam hidup.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;aku menengadah dan menatapnya sedih&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Aku tidak ingin itu. Aku tidak ingin semuanya!!! Aku hanya ingin cinta.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku tertawa histeris, bercampur tangisan&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seolah ingin meluapkan semua aliran darahku &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;membanjiri seluruh permukaan dunia&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;diiringi bisikan … bahwa aku hanya ingin cinta&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tidak ada satu pun jalan yang mampu menyentuh sedikit pun ujung hatiku&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku menyerah&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku menyerah pada takdir&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku tidak kuat lagi memilih jalan romantikaku&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;karena di luar &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, tidak ada lagi cinta untukku&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Aku baru merasa bahwa sudah tidak ada lagi cinta untukku di dunia ini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19480673-114006435439465120?l=carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/feeds/114006435439465120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19480673&amp;postID=114006435439465120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114006435439465120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19480673/posts/default/114006435439465120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carriebradshaw-columns.blogspot.com/2006/02/which-way-should-i-go.html' title='Which Way Should I Go?'/><author><name>Me...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
