<?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-2318855796840467586</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:40:53.256+07:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='Love poem'/><category term='ENDLOVE'/><category term='dalem'/><title type='text'>ENDLOVE</title><subtitle type='html'>poem/memor it/inspiration motivation/all obout history of love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-7165986589689808431</id><published>2008-06-27T08:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:16:51.123+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>If I found true love again...</title><content type='html'>Such would I say to her if she were really here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman of my dreams has almost faded now&lt;br /&gt;The one I have created in my mind&lt;br /&gt;The sort of woman each man dreams of, in the deepest&lt;br /&gt;and most secret reaches of his heart&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see her now before me&lt;br /&gt;What would I say to her if she were really here?&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive me. I have never known this feeling. I have lived&lt;br /&gt;only once with it in all my life. Is it any wonder then, that I&lt;br /&gt;failed to recognize you? You, who brought it to me again.&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can tell you how my life has changed?&lt;br /&gt;Any way at all to let you know what sweetness you have given me?&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find the words.&lt;br /&gt;Except for these: I LOVE YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-7165986589689808431?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/7165986589689808431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=7165986589689808431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/7165986589689808431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/7165986589689808431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-found-true-love-again.html' title='If I found true love again...'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-1301476953180294998</id><published>2008-06-27T08:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:15:11.820+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>The search for happiness</title><content type='html'>So, this poem ends positive. It's about our common quest for happiness... it's all we'll ever need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Is happiness in my soul&lt;br /&gt;A simple life to lead&lt;br /&gt;It's all I'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes from somewhere&lt;br /&gt;From deep within the mind&lt;br /&gt;I search and pray to find it&lt;br /&gt;As it's all I'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes I've made&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br /&gt;this train is off the rails&lt;br /&gt;to return to&lt;br /&gt;the happy days&lt;br /&gt;I'll set my sail&lt;br /&gt;Another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy&lt;br /&gt;To be alone&lt;br /&gt;to have no one&lt;br /&gt;guide me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the lead&lt;br /&gt;the search for happiness&lt;br /&gt;it's all i'll need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-1301476953180294998?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/1301476953180294998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=1301476953180294998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/1301476953180294998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/1301476953180294998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/search-for-happiness.html' title='The search for happiness'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-7280275300562163866</id><published>2008-06-27T08:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:13:09.315+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>Nothing Can Compare To You</title><content type='html'>Should I compare you to a beautiful dove&lt;br /&gt;but the beauty it has won't be enough&lt;br /&gt;maybe then to a lovely rose&lt;br /&gt;then again it lacks the pose&lt;br /&gt;to then a calmed view of the sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the calmness of your smile is not met&lt;br /&gt;to a diamond maybe that so much shines&lt;br /&gt;doesn't but sparkle like thine eyes&lt;br /&gt;to the clearest crystal people adore&lt;br /&gt;but it's unlike your heart that's so pure&lt;br /&gt;to then maybe the morning dew&lt;br /&gt;but does it glitter like you do?&lt;br /&gt;to a rainbow then with all the color&lt;br /&gt;besides your character it seems smaller&lt;br /&gt;to the elegant pearl in the oyster's shell&lt;br /&gt;then again it's not that pretty as well&lt;br /&gt;maybe to the wonderful breeze, so thin&lt;br /&gt;not but near to the freshness of your skin&lt;br /&gt;to the horizon then, fading in the blue&lt;br /&gt;still is not inspiring as are you&lt;br /&gt;to the redness then of the most red cherry&lt;br /&gt;not but as thy cheeks when you are merry&lt;br /&gt;to then the white snow that's soft so much&lt;br /&gt;is not still, as soft as your touch&lt;br /&gt;maybe to the spring that's full of life&lt;br /&gt;not as lively as you are, being my wife&lt;br /&gt;to an angel then that has so pretty wings&lt;br /&gt;but a smile like yours, it can never bring&lt;br /&gt;the list will run miles, this is true&lt;br /&gt;nothing can possibly compare, ever, to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-7280275300562163866?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/7280275300562163866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=7280275300562163866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/7280275300562163866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/7280275300562163866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-can-compare-to-you.html' title='Nothing Can Compare To You'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-8089223405079226051</id><published>2008-06-27T08:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:11:40.650+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>Blinded</title><content type='html'>Blinded&lt;br /&gt;Missing that glow in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;And how you always brightened up my day.&lt;br /&gt;I have been blinded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unable to recall what I have once seen.&lt;br /&gt;You have blinded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you stand for.&lt;br /&gt;It has blinded me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like staring into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Looking away.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to be unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked away&lt;br /&gt;But you still remained.&lt;br /&gt;Scars left underneath these eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;These eyes shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;You are the shadows and lights I see when I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of this day.&lt;br /&gt;You will not be here.&lt;br /&gt;The sun will fade into the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will look up.&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a moon waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Glowing.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;And Brightening my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will not be blinded.&lt;br /&gt;Report Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-8089223405079226051?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/8089223405079226051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=8089223405079226051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/8089223405079226051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/8089223405079226051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/blinded.html' title='Blinded'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-1592865577629448160</id><published>2008-06-27T08:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:10:33.455+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>First Love Poem</title><content type='html'>Its the butterflies you had when you saw his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its when your ?heart? started to race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he kissed you the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You felt as if you could fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its him saying " I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all the problems he helped you through....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its how he thought you were beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his love you were grateful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its how he through you were gorgeous without make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its how he would not let you give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you gave him all your trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How for you his touch was a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you danced in the middle of the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to the rythmn of the rain's beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you would kiss him without caring that he was all sweaty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you felt to be called his lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he made out with you against the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he made your worries so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he caught you when you fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he treated you so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you couldnt even think about being with anyother guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he would wipe away your tears when you would cry&lt;br /&gt;How he held you&lt;br /&gt;How your closeness grew&lt;br /&gt;How when you looked into his eyes your knees went weak&lt;br /&gt;How his voice you would ALWAYS seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you felt so bad when you let him down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you would sit on the phone and not make a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you stopped breathing when he slipped the ring on your finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How his sexy scent would always linger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how it hurt when he was not there anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he did not love you like he did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you could not understand why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you saw him or talked to him you would not give the slightest sign that you had cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you feel empty with anyother man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How no one can make you laugh and cry like he can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it is torture to here the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you try not to think about the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it hurts so bad to see him again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you dont want to tell him because you still want to be his friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its and undescribable relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your FIRST LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-1592865577629448160?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/1592865577629448160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=1592865577629448160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/1592865577629448160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/1592865577629448160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-love-poem.html' title='First Love Poem'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-2799500956371481619</id><published>2008-06-27T08:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:08:41.793+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>I love your existence</title><content type='html'>Perfection is defined when your heart beats next to mine,&lt;br /&gt;and time stands still for us.&lt;br /&gt;My hand in your hair,&lt;br /&gt;and yours on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;Moments with you are my lifes best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed paths for a reason&lt;br /&gt;The planets aligned in that particular season&lt;br /&gt;Its clear to me that well eventually be&lt;br /&gt;Inseparable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your existence&lt;br /&gt;and I cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your song is sung in your beautiful voice&lt;br /&gt;My senses rush cause they have no other choice&lt;br /&gt;I breathe you in, and I see through your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You are an angel in a beautiful disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed paths for a reason&lt;br /&gt;The planets aligned in that particular season&lt;br /&gt;Its clear to me that well eventually be&lt;br /&gt;Inseparable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your existence&lt;br /&gt;and I cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pucker up and embrace the greatness, you get me high and erase my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;I love your existence, and I cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-2799500956371481619?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/2799500956371481619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=2799500956371481619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/2799500956371481619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/2799500956371481619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-your-existence.html' title='I love your existence'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-2350292219185443314</id><published>2008-06-27T08:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:07:55.638+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>My Chinese Romance &amp; The Poems that followed.</title><content type='html'>I met an amazing chinese girl last summer, we had an amazing summer together. I wrote her aload of poems... she hasnt seen them tho'  She moved out to Uni last year and we dont talk much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few samples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Left Behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch, wait and want as her beauty sails beyond my perception,&lt;br /&gt;beyond words it seems, my thoughts make scene in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;a clean concentration i owe to a perfection beyond perfect,&lt;br /&gt;ive made her up now theres no going back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love lust straight jacket i bare with her name, a goddes incarnate,&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful thing ever to grace the face of Gods' green earth, i swear.. Now her name i bare, on every thought that flows through me, she is my centre. Without her i sway to an unhealthy tune followed by many but one- the one i love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I Wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 and free, or so it is to be, im not. Bound by myself, or her, i slumber in an unproductive state of wonder - i wish. Wishes beyond power of mine, i wish i could be as divine as this one, perfection synthesised and then some... her face, her hair, every cell that makes her her, blessed are the tools of her creation - i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the past had made me open, so that i could excuse my shallow inspiration to be special, now all i want is her. She is everything and nothing in one, she is my life, my strife, my light at night- blinded i cant sleep, as her beauty infuses my thoughts into an enternal motion of want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her i think, i want her i know, but here i remain quite and alone,&lt;br /&gt;nothin has changed and nothing will, but tears will fall, thats all is for sure!&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;Life is about experiences... not what you have parked outside.&lt;br /&gt;Report Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-2350292219185443314?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/2350292219185443314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=2350292219185443314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/2350292219185443314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/2350292219185443314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-chinese-romance-poems-that-followed.html' title='My Chinese Romance &amp; The Poems that followed.'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-8846158213047936233</id><published>2008-06-27T08:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:06:43.222+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>UnTitle</title><content type='html'>i wrote this all by myself. something that i feel. there's a message in here, but there's more then one.kind of confusung?? yea i know. idk a title. so please be honest and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;listen to the sorrows she weeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;stand in her presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and walk a mile in her shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;hear the words she whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and reminisce where she's at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;do you hear the sorrows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the creeps from her past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and realize what she had went through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and what she hasnt't forgot or let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;she's taught to forgive, but never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;taught to love and not to hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and learned to move on, but never let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;move from the past and live within' the presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and prepare for he future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;she does what she does,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and learns from her mistakes the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;never regrets...just learns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and make it better in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;take a step inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;hold on and stay in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;take a minute and look towards her, not out of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;you judge her by appearences and what you hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the rumors.lies.and haters trash talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;why not look inside of her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;don't judge a book by it's cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;look at the real her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;forget what you heard. good and bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;she's nothing but real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;but little of her is fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;it stands upon her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and looks real but ain't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;look at the smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;laughing away and seems happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;when really she isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;she's torn down and lies to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;she's the game piece to her own game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;never can seem to fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;guys stay the same and **** with her emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;she's dumb enough to fall for their cheesy lines and stupid lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;sweet things they do and how they make her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;always to good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;she hurts the ones who love her the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;but doesn't intend to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;too picky of a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and always admits she can never make up her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;soo. why do guys keep coming her way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;always asking why, but never gets an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;she lives a good life and never tends to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;there's been a few bumps, but she's survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;keep looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;lisetn carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;reminisce what you had or work upon it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;because sooner or later she'll be gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;where she belongs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-8846158213047936233?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/8846158213047936233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=8846158213047936233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/8846158213047936233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/8846158213047936233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitle.html' title='UnTitle'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-342340436586502696</id><published>2008-06-27T08:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:04:16.755+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>Lonely guy's home made love poems :)</title><content type='html'>I'm hoping to climb steps to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;For you have touched my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;When we go for a stroll,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the lady in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;And always on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Could our two ships possibly meet,&lt;br /&gt;And we'd go on combined,&lt;br /&gt;Would our voyage take us there,&lt;br /&gt;Till we'll see paradise,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure as far as loves involved,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing so nice,&lt;br /&gt;Your skins as smooth as velvet,&lt;br /&gt;your lips as soft as snow,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be thanking cupid,&lt;br /&gt;he found you with his bow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-342340436586502696?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/342340436586502696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=342340436586502696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/342340436586502696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/342340436586502696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/lonely-guys-home-made-love-poems.html' title='Lonely guy&apos;s home made love poems :)'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-5021048312939766347</id><published>2008-06-27T08:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:03:28.151+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>Another one from the lonely guy</title><content type='html'>Life has been bad, for many a while&lt;br /&gt;I've now found a lady, with a beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my luck could be changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this is true&lt;br /&gt;There isn't another lady, i would rather pursue&lt;br /&gt;When i first laid eyes on you, standing by your door&lt;br /&gt;Your radiating beauty, my jaw just hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the one i've been searching for&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for so long&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you can trust me&lt;br /&gt;To be your number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-5021048312939766347?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/5021048312939766347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=5021048312939766347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/5021048312939766347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/5021048312939766347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-one-from-lonely-guy.html' title='Another one from the lonely guy'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-172043082686661444</id><published>2008-06-27T08:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:01:48.221+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>Part of You</title><content type='html'>Me part of you&lt;br /&gt;and You part of me&lt;br /&gt;Together we float&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy extacy&lt;br /&gt;Impode within&lt;br /&gt;to rebound explode&lt;br /&gt;The thought of the bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your whisper&lt;br /&gt;The wet hot air&lt;br /&gt;and your silent moan&lt;br /&gt;come with me&lt;br /&gt;Float away&lt;br /&gt;Your body and mine&lt;br /&gt;Locked naked together&lt;br /&gt;A ball and chain&lt;br /&gt;Of pleasure that melts&lt;br /&gt;As the ice drips down&lt;br /&gt;I feel the sense&lt;br /&gt;of me part of you&lt;br /&gt;and you part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-172043082686661444?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/172043082686661444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=172043082686661444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/172043082686661444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/172043082686661444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/part-of-you.html' title='Part of You'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-4909485816752043044</id><published>2008-06-27T07:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T07:41:17.212+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENDLOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>ENDLOVE  till...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've brought out the best in me. And that's more noble than the love itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe... what I saw... in your eyes before.. And I'm right.. And I'm proud of you...your bravery.. you've proven me your-true-self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-4909485816752043044?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/4909485816752043044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=4909485816752043044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/4909485816752043044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/4909485816752043044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/endlove-till.html' title='ENDLOVE  till...'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-4980363644903954869</id><published>2008-06-27T07:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T07:29:24.187+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENDLOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>ENDLOVE  From Korea</title><content type='html'>It's better to loose your pride with someone you love rather than to loose someone that you love with your useless pride !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend who grew up with me.His name is Jin.I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when wewent to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him.Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed mylove for him.And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved eachother in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, therewere so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was justanother girl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't""Why? You need to study at home?" I felt disappointment grabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No… I am going to meet a friend…" He was always like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend.The word 'love' only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say 'I love you' before. To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all.He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days…Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me adoll, everyday, without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why... Then one day:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Jin, I&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What…don't drag, just say..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how he ignored my 'three words' and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room,one by one. There were many…Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday.When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him,and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call.But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky wasdark… he still didn't call...........It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called meand woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of thehouse. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jin…&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Here…take this…Again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed me a little doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's this?&lt;br /&gt;Jin: I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving itto you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home now, bye.Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen. Then I shouted.. "Wait..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: You have something to say?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me, tell me you love me...&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else." That was what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he ran off.My legs felt numb and I collapsed to the ground. Hedidn't want to say it easily...How could he. I felt that…Maybe he is not the right guy for me…After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying.He didn't call me, although I was waiting.He just continued handing me a little doll every morningoutside my house.That's how those dolls piled up in my room… everydayAfter a month, I got myself together and went to school.But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him ona street…with another girl…He had a smile on his face, one that he never showedme…as he touched the doll…I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in myroom, and tears fell…Why did he gave these to me…Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house.I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop.I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him,that… it's going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came? I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happenand joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What?? Why... I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlikeother days, his eyes very shaking. "I'm sorry" He apologized in a tiny voice.He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…Honk~ Honk~With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin! Move! Move away!" I shouted…But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin, move!"HONK~!!"Boom!" That sound, so terrifying. That's how he went away from me. That's how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me. After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltinessand the sadness of losing him... And after spending two months like a crazy person.. I took out the dolls. Those were the only gifts he left me since the day westarted going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started tocount the days… when we were in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One…two… three…" That was how… I started to count the dolls.. "Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eightyfive…"It all ended with 485 dolls. I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms.I hugged it tightly, then suddenly.. "I love you~, I love you~" I dropped the dolls,shocked. "I….lo..ve…you??" I picked up the dolls and pressed it's stomach. "I love you~ I love you~"It can't be!I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side."I love you~" "I love you~" "I love you~" Those words came out non-stop. I…love you... Why didn't I realize that…...........That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn't I realize that he love me this much…I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach,that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jo... Do you know what today is? We've been loving eachother for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn't say I love you. Um… since I was too shy… If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you…everyday… till I die.. Jo... I love you…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears came flowing out of me........... Why? Why? I askedgod, why do I only know about all this now?He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his lastminute…For that… and for that reason… to me… it becamecourage… to live a beautiful life….It's better to lose your pride with someone you love rather thanlose someone that you love with your useless pride !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-4980363644903954869?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/4980363644903954869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=4980363644903954869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/4980363644903954869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/4980363644903954869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/endlove-from-korea.html' title='ENDLOVE  From Korea'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-3305571187266522567</id><published>2008-06-22T06:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T07:23:03.641+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUCH</title><content type='html'>"Hal yang terpenting adalah bukan melakukan hal-hal yang besar, melainkan melakukan hal-hal kecil dengan jiwa yang besar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-3305571187266522567?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/3305571187266522567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=3305571187266522567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/3305571187266522567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/3305571187266522567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/much.html' title='MUCH'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-7720983294143025281</id><published>2008-06-22T06:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:49:56.661+07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN U FIND SOMEONE SPECIAL IN UR HEART</title><content type='html'>By:something specialy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika kita menemukan seseorang yang sangat spesial di hati kita,&lt;br /&gt;kita akan merasa itu adalah jodoh kita,&lt;br /&gt;apalagi semua yang dia lakukan sangat menyenangkan hati kita...&lt;br /&gt;kita pasti juga akan merasakan kalau dia itu pemeberian Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada saat kita bertengkar,&lt;br /&gt;kita akan bertanya kembali apakah benar ini pemberian Tuhan?!&lt;br /&gt;tapi saat kita bertengkar,taukah kalian bahwa Tuhan sedang menguji kita&lt;br /&gt;menguji kesetiaan kita dan mencoba untuk menyatukan 2 jiwa yang berbeda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perasaan senang dan gembira saat kita bertemu dengannya&lt;br /&gt;ataupun menerima sms darinya&lt;br /&gt;dan mengangkat telpon darinya&lt;br /&gt;kita sudah membuktikan bahwa kita sangat mencintai dan menyayanginya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-7720983294143025281?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-1321635571621542695</id><published>2008-06-22T06:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:47:58.642+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT LOVE</title><content type='html'>Begitu banyak orang mendefinisikan cinta. Mereka berbicara panjang lebar tentang cinta, seolah cinta tak pernah habis dan tak pernah berkesudahan.[cape deh...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam beribu kata dan beribu bahasa mereka mendefinisikan cinta, dan mereka benar. Tak pernah ada orang yang salah mendefinisikan cinta, karena setiap orang mendefinisikan cinta sesuai hati dan logika yang mereka punya. Bagiku cinta adalah perubahan dan kesempurnaan. semudah itukah? Ya semudah itulah. cinta adalah sebuah perubahan. Saat seseorang jatuh cinta, maka dia akan berubah, bahkan mungkin mereka tak menyadarinya. Tapi bukankah setiap manusia tidak menyadari perubahaannya? Mereka akan terkejut saat ada orang yang datang dan mengatakan “mengapa kau berubah?” Rasanya aneh saat seseorang jatuh cinta, sekuat dan sekeras apapun jiwanya, pada akhirnya mereka akan menjadi orang yang rapuh. Ada juga orang yang begitu rapuh tapi akhirnya menjadi kuat karena cinta. Orang bilang cinta hadir karena persamaan tapi tak jarang cinta muncul karena sebuah perbedaan. Saling melengkapi bagai puzzle yang menyatu dan tak terpisahkan. Aneh…manusia tak ada yang sempurna tapi seseorang saat jatuh cinta maka suatu kesempurnaan akan nampak jelas pada orang yang dicintainya. Begitu nyata, begitu terasa…mereka tak dapat melihat yang lain kecuali dia, melakukan apa saja hanya untuk melihatnya tersenyum dan berbahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-1321635571621542695?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/1321635571621542695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=1321635571621542695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/1321635571621542695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/1321635571621542695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/about-love.html' title='ABOUT LOVE'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-6712044978278815082</id><published>2008-06-22T06:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:43:53.958+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PDKT</title><content type='html'>cinta terkadang sulit untuk di katakan , tak dapat dirasakan selama dia masi belum mengetuk pintu hatimu dan berkata ini cinta dan kasihku ku berikan semua untukmu selama ku masi bernyaWA(jangan percaya kata2 begitu 65% berbohong)[cuz yg bikin ga bisa ngegombal sih,,,,]jangan terlalu cepat kau memutuskan cinta pada seseorang butuh waktu lama untuk mencintai dan di cintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahkan lebih enak kita PDKT minimal 3 bln [6 bulan coy....capek] buat aku soalnya dengan begitu kita bisa mengerti keseluruan semua sifat orng yang kau incar , sebab biasanya orng itu akan ketahuan keseluruan sifatnya saat kita kenal dia meksimal 3 bulan&lt;br /&gt;biar kita gak merasa sakit hati&lt;br /&gt;karna kan enak kalau kita sudah tahu seluruh sifat dia dan kita pun bisa saling percaya&lt;br /&gt;*bila kamu memang bener cinta pada seseoang jangn terlalu kelewatan saat dia dekat ama orng berlainan jenis u cemburu jangan itu dilarang, percaya ama dia dan pasrah lah (pasrah keseluruan ama dia juga gak boleh terlalu baik) ,begini aja kalau kamu kurang percaya selidiki diam2 tanpa ketahuan shi dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kita manusia jika kita tak saling percaya ama manusia lainnya lalu siapa yang mau kamu percaya ?......(monyet)&lt;br /&gt;makanya u harus bener percaya ama pasangan2 kalian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makanya jangn kesusuh dalam nembak seseorang [tp jng lama jg, ntr di embat orng laen(tmn sendiri)]&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu butuh waktu&lt;br /&gt;biarkan cinta yang berkata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-6712044978278815082?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/6712044978278815082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=6712044978278815082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/6712044978278815082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/6712044978278815082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/pdkt.html' title='PDKT'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-469121914988329382</id><published>2008-06-22T06:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:39:16.214+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASYIKNYA BERCINTA</title><content type='html'>BAYANGKAN,&lt;br /&gt;JIKA DI 1 HARI LIBUR,,, ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DI 1 TEMPAT YANG TIADA GANGGUAN,&lt;br /&gt;SELAMA 24 JAM KITA BERCINTA DAN BERCUMBU 'TANPA HENTI'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAYANGKAN,&lt;br /&gt;BETAPA DAHSYATNYA PERCINTAAN TESEBUT,&lt;br /&gt;JIKA DILAKUKAN SETAHUN PENUH, SIANGNYA DAN MALAMNYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAYANGKAN,&lt;br /&gt;JIKA INI DILAKUKAN OLEH SEMUA ORANG DAN OLEH SETIAP ORANG DI BUMI INI SETIAP HARINYA SELAMA SEABAD PENUH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NISCAYA DUNIA INI TENTRAM SELALU,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-469121914988329382?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/469121914988329382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=469121914988329382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/469121914988329382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/469121914988329382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/asyiknya-bercinta.html' title='ASYIKNYA BERCINTA'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-7099022043199656385</id><published>2008-06-22T06:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:36:27.130+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just try to write something interesting...</title><content type='html'>ENABLE OF LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know when love is appear and when love leave us. Even love come when we not expect it and leave when we expect it. We don't always feel happy when love appear, but also can feel sad, mad, and something else. Love grow when we begin interested and care of him. Even when we stay beside him, our heart beat faster. Therefore we actually was falling in love. We start thinking of him, dreamt of him, and all things that concern him. Love will be beautifully if apparently he has a same feeling with us. But if is not, we must allow it because love can't be forced. In this life, God arrange with who we'll be paired but each person have her own time. So don't find love, but let love find us because that called soulmate, will never go anywhere. So just be patient.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-7099022043199656385?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/7099022043199656385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=7099022043199656385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/7099022043199656385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/7099022043199656385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-try-to-write-something-interesting.html' title='Just try to write something interesting...'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-4869321287754456415</id><published>2008-06-22T06:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:32:51.935+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CeLBeKa</title><content type='html'>setahun tak berjumpa&lt;br /&gt;menyisakan rindu dalam dada&lt;br /&gt;kutak ingin ungkapkan rasa yg ada&lt;br /&gt;egoku terlalu tinggi&lt;br /&gt;tuk katakan yg sesungguhnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkinkan kau rasakan hal yg sama&lt;br /&gt;akankah kau ungkapakan hal yg serupa&lt;br /&gt;seribu tanya penuhi kepala&lt;br /&gt;sejuta harap membuncah di dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuingin kau yg ungkapkan lebih dulu&lt;br /&gt;kumau kau yg katakan masih ada rasa&lt;br /&gt;sampai kapan ku hrs menunggu&lt;br /&gt;cemas di dada temani hariku&lt;br /&gt;cepat, cepatlah katakan padaku&lt;br /&gt;sebelum kaki ini melangkah tinggalkanmu&lt;br /&gt;sampai akhirnya tiba pd tujuan baru......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-4869321287754456415?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/4869321287754456415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=4869321287754456415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/4869321287754456415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/4869321287754456415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/celbeka.html' title='CeLBeKa'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-2752588084208830927</id><published>2008-06-22T06:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:27:07.561+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak Cukup Hanya Cinta</title><content type='html'>(Sumber : http://bundanaila.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sendirian aja dhek Lia? Masnya mana?”, sebuah pertanyaan tiba-tiba mengejutkan aku yang sedang mencari-cari sandal sepulang kajian tafsir Qur’an di Mesjid komplek perumahanku sore ini. Rupanya Mbak Artha tetangga satu blok yang tinggal tidak jauh dari rumahku. Dia rajin datang ke majelis taklim di komplek ini bahkan beliaulah orang pertama yang aku kenal disini, Mbak Artha juga yang memperkenalkanku dengan majelis taklim khusus Ibu-ibu dikomplek ini. Hanya saja kesibukan kami masing-masing membuat kami jarang bertemu, hanya seminggu sekali saat ngaji seperti ini atau saat ada acara-acara di mesjid. Mungkin karena sama-sama perantau asal Jawa, kami jadi lebih cepat akrab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kebetulan Mas Adi sedang dinas keluar kota mbak, Jadi Saya pergi sendiri”, jawabku sambil memakai sandal yang baru saja kutemukan diantara tumpukan sandal-sendal yang lain. “Seneng ya dhek bisa datang ke pengajian bareng suami, kadang mbak kepingin banget ditemenin Mas Bimo menghadiri majelis-majelis taklim”, raut muka Mbak Artha tampak sedikit berubah seperti orang yang kecewa. Dia mulai bersemangat bercerita, mungkin lebih tepatnya mengeluarkan uneg-uneg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sumber : http://bundanaila.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Sendirian aja dhek Lia? Masnya mana?”, sebuah pertanyaan tiba-tiba mengejutkan aku yang sedang mencari-cari sandal sepulang kajian tafsir Qur’an di Mesjid komplek perumahanku sore ini. Rupanya Mbak Artha tetangga satu blok yang tinggal tidak jauh dari rumahku. Dia rajin datang ke majelis taklim di komplek ini bahkan beliaulah orang pertama yang aku kenal disini, Mbak Artha juga yang memperkenalkanku dengan majelis taklim khusus Ibu-ibu dikomplek ini. Hanya saja kesibukan kami masing-masing membuat kami jarang bertemu, hanya seminggu sekali saat ngaji seperti ini atau saat ada acara-acara di mesjid. Mungkin karena sama-sama perantau asal Jawa, kami jadi lebih cepat akrab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kebetulan Mas Adi sedang dinas keluar kota mbak, Jadi Saya pergi sendiri”, jawabku sambil memakai sandal yang baru saja kutemukan diantara tumpukan sandal-sendal yang lain. “Seneng ya dhek bisa datang ke pengajian bareng suami, kadang mbak kepingin banget ditemenin Mas Bimo menghadiri majelis-majelis taklim”, raut muka Mbak Artha tampak sedikit berubah seperti orang yang kecewa. Dia mulai bersemangat bercerita, mungkin lebih tepatnya mengeluarkan uneg-uneg. Sebenarnya aku sedikit risih juga karena semua yang Mbak Artha ceritakan menyangkut kehidupan rumahtangganya bersama Mas Bimo. Tapi ndak papa aku dengerin aja, masak orang mau curhat kok dilarang, semoga saja aku bisa memetik pelajaran dari apa yang dituturkan Mbak Artha padaku. Aku dan Mas Adi kan menikah belum genap setahun, baru 10 bulan, jadi harus banyak belajar dari pengalaman pasangan lain yang sudah mengecap asam manis pernikahan termasuk Mbak Artha yang katanya sudah menikah dengan Mas Bimo hampir 6 tahun lamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dhek Lia, ndak buru-buru kan? Ndak keberatan kalo kita ngobrol-ngobrol dulu”, tiba-tiba mbak Artha mengagetkanku. ” Nggak papa mbak, kebetulan saya juga lagi free nih, lagian kan kita dah lama nggak ngobrol-ngobrol”, jawabku sambil menuju salah satu bangku di halaman TPA yang masih satu komplek dengan Mesjid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan suara yang pelan namun tegas mbak Artha mulai bercerita. Tentang kehidupan rumah tangganya yang dilalui hampir 6 tahun bersama Mas Bimo yang smakin lama makin hambar dan kehilangan arah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aku dan mas Bimo kenal sejak kuliah bahkan menjalani proses pacaran selama hampir 3 tahun sebelum memutuskan untuk menikah. Kami sama-sama berasal dari keluarga yang biasa-biasa saja dalam hal agama”, mbak Artha mulai bertutur. “Bahkan, boleh dibilang sangat longgar. Kami pun juga tidak termasuk mahasiswa yang agamis. Bahasa kerennya, kami adalah mahasiswa gaul, tapi cukup berprestasi. Walaupun demikian kami berusaha sebisa mungkin tidak meninggalkan sholat. Intinya ibadah-ibadah yang wajib pasti kami jalankan, ya mungkin sekedar gugur kewajiban saja. Mas Bimo orang yang sabar, pengertian, bisa ngemong dan yang penting dia begitu mencintaiku, Proses pacaran yang kami jalani mulai tidak sehat, banyak bisikan-bisikan syetan yang mengarah ke perbuatan zina. Nggak ada pilihan lain, aku dan mas Bimo harus segera menikah karena dorongan syahwat itu begitu besar. Berdasar inilah akhirnya aku menerima ajakan mas Bimo untuk menikah”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mbak nggak minta petunjuk Alloh melalui shalat istikharah?”, tanyaku penasaran. “Itulah dhek, mungkin aku ini hamba yang sombong,untuk urusan besar seperti nikah ini aku sama sekali tidak melibatkan Alloh. Jadi kalo emang akhirnya menjadi seperti ini itu semua memang akibat perbuatanku sendiri”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pentingnya ilmu tentang pernikahan dan tujuan menikah menggapai sakinah dan mawaddah baru aku sadari setelah rajin mengikuti kajian-kajian guna meng upgrade diri. Sejujurnya aku akui, sama sekali tidak ada kreteria agama saat memilih mas Bimo dulu. Yang penting mas Bimo orang yang baik, udah mapan, sabar dan sangat mencintaiku. Soal agama, yang penting menjalankan sholat dan puasa itu sudah cukup. Toh nanti bisa dipelajari bersama-sama itu pikirku dulu. Lagian aku kan juga bukan akhwat dhek, aku Cuma wanita biasa, mana mungkin pasang target untuk mendapatkan ikhwan atau laki-laki yang pemahaman agamanya baik”, papar mbak Artha sambil tersenyum getir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-2752588084208830927?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/2752588084208830927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=2752588084208830927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/2752588084208830927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/2752588084208830927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/tak-cukup-hanya-cinta.html' title='Tak Cukup Hanya Cinta'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-7759509828480624216</id><published>2008-06-22T06:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:24:57.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta Sepotong Mimpi</title><content type='html'>Penulis : Hara Hope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapatkah seseorang mencinta hanya karena sepotong mimpi? Mustahil. Namun, adikku semata wayang mengalaminya – setidaknya itu yang diakuinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadis yang dicintainya adalah Lala, adik sepupunya sendiri. Wajar, bukan? Bahkan, menjadi halal saat kedua orang tuaku kemudian berpikir untuk meminangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua berawal dari penuturan Jamal. Ia bilang, ia memimpikan Lala sebagai gadis yang diperkenalkan Ibu kepadanya sebagai calon istrinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kami sudah saling mengenal, Bu,” kata Jamal dalam mimpi itu dengan malu-malu. Gadis itu pun mengangguk dengan senyum malu-malu pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapatkah seseorang mencinta hanya karena sepotong mimpi? Mustahil. Namun, adikku semata wayang mengalaminya – setidaknya itu yang diakuinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadis yang dicintainya adalah Lala, adik sepupunya sendiri. Wajar, bukan? Bahkan, menjadi halal saat kedua orang tuaku kemudian berpikir untuk meminangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua berawal dari penuturan Jamal. Ia bilang, ia memimpikan Lala sebagai gadis yang diperkenalkan Ibu kepadanya sebagai calon istrinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kami sudah saling mengenal, Bu,” kata Jamal dalam mimpi itu dengan malu-malu. Gadis itu pun mengangguk dengan senyum malu-malu pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya Jamal tidak terlalu meyakini gadis itu adalah Lala. Wajahnya samar terlihat. Namun, Jamal merasakan aura gadis itu cukuplah ia kenal. Hebatnya, ini diperkuat oleh ayah kami. Di malam yang sama, beliau bermimpi tentang Jamal yang duduk di kursi pelaminan bersama Lala! Apakah ini pertanda? Entah. Hanya saja, sejak itu aku merasakan pandangan Jamal terhadap Lala berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka sebenarnya teman bermain di waktu kecil, namun tak pernah bertemu lagi sejak remaja. Keluarga Lala tinggal jauh di Surabaya, sementara kami di Jakarta. Kami jarang berkumpul, bahkan saat lebaran, sehingga kenangan yang dimiliki Jamal tentang Lala adalah kenangan di masa kecil dulu sebagai abang yang kasih kepada adiknya. Kasih dimana sama sekali tak terpikirkan untuk memandang Lala sebagai gadis yang pantas dicintai, bahkan halal dinikahi. Namun, mimpi itu mampu menyulap semuanya menjadi…cinta (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari katakan aku terlalu cepat menyimpulkan sebagai cinta. Barangkali saja itu hanya pelangi yang tak kunjung sirna mengusik relung hati adikku. Pelangi yang mampu merubahnya menjadi sok melankolis hingga membuat kami sekeluarga khawatir melihat ia kerap termenung menatap kejauhan, untuk kemudian mendesah perlahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mungkin kau harus menemuinya di Surabaya,” kata Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Rasanya tak usah, Bu. Masak hanya karena bunga tidur aku menemuinya,” jawab Jamal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Barangkali saja itu pertanda.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Bahwa Lala jodoh saya?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Bukan. Bahwa sudah lama kau tak mengunjungi mereka untuk bersilaturahmi. Biar nanti Mbakmu dan suaminya yang menemanimu kesana.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamal tertegun sejenak untuk kemudian mengangguk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, pintar sekali Ibu membujuk. Padahal tanpa sepengetahuan adikku yang pendiam itu, Ibu menyerahi kami tugas untuk ”meminang” Lala. Ibu betul-betul yakin mimpi itu sebagai pertanda sehingga memintaku menanyakan kepada Lala tentang kemungkinan kesediaannya dipersunting Jamal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Kenapa tidak minta langsung saja pada Paklik? Biar mereka dijodohkan saja,” kataku waktu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Ah, adikmu itu takkan mau.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Tapi…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Sudahlah. Ibu tahu Jamal belum terlalu dewasa. Kuliah saja belum selesai. Tapi setidaknya ia memiliki penghasilan dari usaha sambilannya berdagang, ‘kan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bukan itu maksudku. Apa Ibu yakin Jamal mau dengan Lala? Barangkali saja mimpinya hanya romantisme sesaat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu tercenung. Aku yakin Ibu belum memastikan ini. Yang beliau tahu hanya Jamal yang bertingkah aneh. Itu saja. Selebihnya ia perkirakan sendiri. Sepertinya justru Ibulah yang ngebet ingin meminang Lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Kupercayakan semua itu padamu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walah! Berarti tugasku berlipat-lipat! Selain memastikan kesediaan Lala, aku pun harus memastikan perasaan adikku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia diam. Sudah kuduga reaksinya begitu jika kutanyakan tentang kemungkinan perjodohannya dengan Lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kamu mencintainya?” Aku mengganti pertanyaan. Kali ini Jamal malah terkekeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Mungkin… Entahlah. Rasanya tak wajar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentu saja tak wajar! Bagiku, mencinta karena sepotong mimpi hanya omong kosong. Lagi pula Jamal tak tahu seperti apa wajah dan kepribadian Lala dewasa ini. Aku pun tak tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Santai saja, Mal. Tak usah dipikirkan. Yang penting kita tiba dulu di sana,” kata Bang Rohim, suamiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiba di Surabaya, kami disambut keluarga Lala hangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Wah, iki Jamal tho? Oala, wis gedhe yo?!” ucap Bulik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamal hanya tersenyum. Apalagi saat pipi gendutnya dijawil Bulik seperti saat ia kanak-kanak dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Mana Lala, Bulik?” tanyaku saat tak mendapati anak semata wayangnya itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Ada di dapur. Sedang bikin wedhang.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku segera ke dapur. Aku sungguh penasaran seperti apa Lala sekarang. Kulihat seorang gadis di sana. Subhanalah, cantiknya! Ia mencium tanganku. Hmm, santun pula. Cukup pantas untuk Jamal. Tapi, aku harus menahan diri. Kata Bang Rohim, butuh pendekatan persuasif untuk menjalankan misi ini. Aku tak yakin aku bisa sehingga menyerahkan sepenuhnya skenario kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak banyak yang dilakukan Bang Rohim selain meminta Lala menjadi guide setiap kami bertiga pergi ke pusat kota. Ia melarangku membicarakan soal perjodohan, pernikahan, pinangan atau apapun istilahnya kepada Lala. Katanya, kendati kami keluarga dekat, sudah lama kami tidak saling bersua. Bisa saja Lala memandang kami sebagai ”orang asing”. Upaya melancong bersama ini demi untuk mengakrabkan kembali Jamal, Lala dan aku. Kiranya ini dapat memudahkanku saat mengutarakan maksud kedatangan kami sesungguhnya nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini saat dimana aku diperbolehkan suamiku mengungkapkan semuanya kepada Lala. Seharusnya memang begitu. Tapi Jamal mendahuluiku. Tak kusangka ia serius dengan perasaannya. Ia utarakan semuanya. Tentang mimpinya, tentang jatuh cinta, bahkan tentang pinangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mungkin Dik Lala menganggap ini konyol. Abang juga merasa begitu. Tapi, setidaknya sekarang Abang yakin dengan perasaan Abang. Jadi, mau tidak kalau Lala Abang lamar?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan manusia kalau Lala tidak kaget ditembak seperti itu. Ia tampak galau. Seperti aku dulu. Sayang Lala tak merespon seperti aku merespon pinangan Bang Rohim dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maaf, Mas. Aku terlanjur menganggapmu sebagai kakak. Rasanya sulit untuk merubahnya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berakhirlah. Sampai di sini saja perjuangan kami di Surabaya. Jamal tersenyum mengerti, namun kuyakini hatinya kecewa. Cintanya yang magis tak berakhir manis. Kami pulang ke Jakarta dengan penolakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak hari itu, Jamal tak terlihat lagi melankolis. Ia kembali sibuk dalam aktivitasnya. Adikku itu benar-benar hebat. Kendati patah hati, ia tak mau larut dalam perasaannya. Bahkan, belakangan aku tahu ia belum menyerah. Setidaknya penolakan itu berhasil mengakrabkan kembali Jamal dengan Lala. Mereka berdua kerap berkirim SMS sekedar menanyakan kabar ataupun saling bercerita. Jamal betul-betul memandang ini sebagai peluang untuk mengubah pandangan Lala terhadapnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu kian berganti hingga masa dimana Jamal mengutarakan lagi keinginannya itu. Sayang ditolak lagi. Begitu berulang hingga tiga kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah dan Ibu prihatin melihatnya. Mereka tak bisa berbuat banyak. Keinginan mereka untuk menjodohkan saja keduanya Jamal tolak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Syarat orang yang menjadi calon istriku, haruslah tulus ikhlas menjadi pendampingku. Atas kemauannya sendiri, bukan pihak lain!” Begitu alasannya selalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terserahlah apa katanya. Tapi ini sudah menginjak tahun kelima Jamal memelihara cinta tak kesampaian ini. Usianya kian mendekati kepala tiga. Cukup mengherankan ia tetap memeliharanya terus. Rasanya tak layak cinta itu dipelihara terus. Ia harus diberangus. Lala bukanlah gadis terakhir yang hidup di dunia. Untuk itu Ibu, Ayah dan aku kongkalikong untuk membunuh cinta Jamal. Sudah saatnya ia mempertimbangkan gadis-gadis lain. Kebetulan ada yang mau. Pak Haji Abdullah sejak lama ingin bermenantukan Jamal dan menyandingkannya dengan Azisa, anak sulungnya. Kami susun perjodohan tanpa sepengetahuan Jamal. Lantas, kami sekeluarga berusaha ”menghasut” Jamal untuk memperhitungkan keberadaan Azisa, temannya sejak SMU itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah berhasil. Hati Jamal mulai terbuka untuk Azisa sehingga saat Pak Haji Abdullah meminta dirinya menjadi menantu, ia tak punya lagi pilihan selain mengiyakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesediaan Jamal memang sudah didapat, namun anehnya ia tak kunjung juga menentukan tanggal pernikahan. Kali ini naluriku sebagai kakak turut bermain. Rasanya Jamal tengah menghadapi masalah yang tak dapat dibaginya kepada siapapun, termasuk Azisa. Saatnya aku menjadi kakak yang baik untuknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Entahlah, Mbak. Rasanya aku tak siap untuk menikah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mataku terbelalak saat Jamal mengutarakan penyebabnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Apa pasal?” tanyaku agak jeri. Aku tak berani membayangkan jika Jamal tiba-tiba membatalkan perjodohan. Keluarga kami bisa menanggung malu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Rasanya Azisa bukan jodohku.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku semakin terkesiap. Aku mulai menduga-duga arah pembicaraannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Lala-kah?” tanyaku. Jamal mengangguk pelan, namun pasti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Sebenarnya mimpi tempo hari itu tak sekonyong datang. Aku memintanya kepada Tuhan. Aku meminta Dia memberikan petunjuk tentang jodohku kelak. Dan yang muncul ternyata Lala!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kembali terdiam. Aku benar-benar payah. Sudah setua ini, masih saja tak dapat menjadi kakak yang baik buat Jamal. Aku bingung harus menanggapi bagaimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Maafkan jika selama ini Mbak tak bisa menjadi kakak yang baik, Mal. Bahkan untuk masalahmu satu ini pun Mbak tak bisa menjawab. Hanya saja, kita tak akan pernah benar-benar tahu apa yang kita yakini benar itu sebagai kebenaran, Mal. Termasuk mimpimu. Mbak tidak tahu lagi harus menganggapnya omong kosong ataukah benar-benar pertanda. Kalaulah mimpi itu pertanda, pasti banyak sekali maknanya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Kamu memaknainya sebagai cinta dan jodoh, Ibu memaknainya sebagai silaturahmi dan Ayah memaknainya sebagai tipikal istri ideal bagimu. Bukankah Azisa pun tak berbeda jauh dengan Lala? Mimpi itu nisbi, Mal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamal hanya mendesah pelan sambil memandang kejauhan. Mukanya masam. Mungkin tak menghendaki aku bersikap tak mendukungnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Mungkin,” lanjutku, ”ini hanya masalah cinta saja. Mungkin hatimu masih hidup dalam bayangan Lala dan tak pernah sekali pun memberi kesempatan untuk dimasuki Azisa. Kau hidup di kehidupan nyata, Mal. Sampai kapan akan menjadi pemimpi?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tersentak oleh ucapanku sendiri. Tak kuduga akan mengucapkan ini. Bukan apa-apa. Beberapa waktu lalu kami mendengar kabar Lala menerima pinangan seseorang. Kendati menyerah, aku yakin Jamal masih memiliki cinta untuk Lala. Ia pasti sakit. Aku betul-betul kakak yang tak peka. Aku menyesal. Aku peluk Jamal, menangis sesal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamal turut menangis. Isaknya berenergi kekesalan, kekecewaan, kesepian, keputus-asa-an, bahkan kesepian. Aku terenyuh. Betapa ia menderita selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Besok kita batalkan saja perjodohan dengan Azisa, Mal. Itu lebih baik ketimbang kau tak ikhlas menjalaninya nanti. Itu katamu tentang pernikahan, ‘kan? Kita bicarakan dulu dengan Ayah dan Ibu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kupikir ini yang terbaik. Tak bijak rasanya tetap berkeras melangsungkan perjodohan di saat Jamal rapuh begini. Di saat Jamal terluka dan bimbang pada perasaannya. Biarlah keluarga kami menanggung malu bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tidak. Kita teruskan saja. Aku ikhlas menjalani sisa hidupku bersama Azisa. Mungkin aku hanya membutuhkan sedikit menangis saja. Aku pergi dulu ke rumah Pak Haji untuk membicarakan ini. Assalamu’alaikum.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutatap kepergian Jamal dengan perasaan tak tentu. Kalau diingat semua ini terjadi karena mimpi. Ya, Allah apakah benar mimpi itu pertanda-Mu? Jikalau benar kenapa sulit sekali terrealisasi? Jika pun tidak benar kenapa banyak orang mempercayai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terpekur. Maafkan aku adikku. Aku hanyalah insan, yang tak mampu menerjemahkan segala misteri-Nya, bahkan yang tersurat sekalipun. Aku hanya berusaha. Dia tetap yang menentukan. Maafkan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Juara Harapan IV Lomba Menulis Cerpen Ummi 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumber : Majalah Ummi, No. 12/XVI April 2005/1426 H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-7759509828480624216?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/7759509828480624216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=7759509828480624216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/7759509828480624216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/7759509828480624216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/cinta-sepotong-mimpi.html' title='Cinta Sepotong Mimpi'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-8579828037899740478</id><published>2008-06-22T06:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:22:03.199+07:00</updated><title type='text'>AKU INGIN MENCINTAIMU DENGAN SEDERHANA</title><content type='html'>AKU INGIN MENCINTAIMU DENGAN SEDERHANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       By:kodok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku harus menerimanya apa adanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewat kata yang tak sempat disampaikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awan kepada air yang menjadikannya tiada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kata yang tak sempat diucapkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                For yuni, welcome to your husband’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     *dikutip dari Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana karya Sapardi Djoko Damono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumber : Majalah Ummi, edisi 12/XIII/2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-8579828037899740478?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/8579828037899740478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=8579828037899740478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/8579828037899740478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/8579828037899740478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/aku-ingin-mencintaimu-dengan-sederhana.html' title='AKU INGIN MENCINTAIMU DENGAN SEDERHANA'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-3038910138537123436</id><published>2008-06-19T19:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:35:36.945+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Romantis Story</title><content type='html'>Seluruh penumpang di dalam bus merasa simpati melihat seorang wanita muda dg tongkatnya meraba-raba menaiki tangga bus. Dg tangannya yg lain dia meraba posisi di mana sopir berada, dan membayar ongkos bus.Lalu berjalan ke dalam bus mencari-cari bangku yg kosong dg tangannya. Setelah yakin bangku yg dirabanya kosong, dia duduk. Meletakkan tasnya di atas pangkuan, dan satu tangannya masih memegang tongkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu tahun sudah, Yasmin, wanita muda itu, mengalami buta. Suatu kecelakaan telah berlaku atasnya, dan menghilangkan penglihatannya untuk selama-lamanya. Dunia tiba-tiba saja menjadi gelap dan segala harapan dan cita-cita menjadi sirna. Dia adalah wanita yg penuh dg ambisi menaklukan dunia, aktif di segala perkumpulan, baik di sekolah, rumah maupun di lingkungannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba saja semuanya sirna, begitu kecelakaan itu dialaminya. Kegelapan, frustrasi, dan rendah diri tiba-tiba saja menyelimutijiwanya. Hilang sudah masa depan yg selama ini dicita-citakan. Merasa tak berguna dan tak ada seorangpun yg sanggup menolongnya selalu membisiki hatinya. “Bagaimana ini bisa terjadi padaku?” dia menangis. Hatinya protes, diliputi kemarahan dan putus asa. Tapi, tak peduli sebanyak apa pun dia mengeluh dan menangis, sebanyak apa pun dia protes, sebanyak apapun dia berdo’a dan memohon, dia harus tahu, penglihatannya tak akan kembali. Di antara frustrasi, depresi dan putus asa, dia masih beruntung, karena mempunyai suami yg begitu penyayang dan setia, Burhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burhan adalah seorang prajurit TNI biasa yg bekerja sebagai security di sebuah perusahaan. Dia mencintai Yasmin dg seluruh hatinya. Ketika mengetahui Yasmin kehilangan penglihatan, rasa cintanya tidak berkurang. Justru perhatiannya makin bertambah, ketika dilihatnya Yasmin tenggelam ke dalam jurang keputus-asaan. Burhan ingin menolong mengembalikan rasa percaya diri Yasmin, seperti ketika Yasmin belummenjadi buta. Burhan tahu, ini adalah perjuangan yg tidak gampang. Butuh extra waktu dan kesabaran yg tidak sedikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena buta, Yasmin tidak bisa terus bekerja di perusahaannya. Dia berhenti dg terhormat. Burhan mendorongnya supaya belajar huruf Braile. Dg harapan, suatu saat bisa berguna untuk masa depan. Tapi bagaimana Yasmin bisa belajar? Sedangkan untuk pergi ke mana-mana saja selalu diantar Burhan? Dunia ini begitu gelap. Tak ada kesempatan sedikitpun untuk bisa melihat jalan. Dulu, sebelum menjadi buta, dia memang biasa naik bus ke tempat kerja dan ke mana saja sendirian. Tapi kini, ketika buta, apa sanggup dia naik bus sendirian? Berjalan sendirian? Pulang-pergi sendirian? Siapa yg akan melindunginya ketika sendirian? Begitulah yg berkecamuk di dalam hati Yasmin yg putus asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Burhan membimbing jiwa Yasmin yg sedang frustasi dg sabar. Dia merelakan dirinya untuk mengantar Yasmin ke sekolah, di mana Yasmin musti belajar huruf Braile. Dg sabar Burhan menuntun Yasmin menaiki bus kota menuju sekolah yg dituju. Dg susah payah dan tertatih-tatihYasmin melangkah bersama tongkatnya. Sementara Burhan berada di sampingnya. Selesai mengantar Yasmin dia menuju tempat dinas. Begitulah, selama berhari-hari dan berminggu-minggu Burhan mengantar dan menjemput Yasmin. Lengkap dg seragam dinas security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lama-kelamaan Burhan sadar, tak mungkin selamanya Yasmin harus diantar; pulang dan pergi. Bagaimanapun juga Yasmin harus bisa mandiri, tak mungkin selamanya mengandalkan dirinya. Sebab dia juga punya pekerjaan yg harus dijalaninya. Dg hati-hati dia mengutarakan maksudnya, supaya Yasmin tak tersinggung dan merasa dibuang. Sebab Yasmin, bagaimanapun juga masih terpukul dg musibah yg dialaminya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yg diramalkan Burhan, Yasmin histeris mendengar itu. Dia merasa dirinya kini benar-benar telah tercampakkan. “Saya buta, tak bisa melihat!” teriak Yasmin. “Bagaimana saya bisa tahu saya ada dimana? Kamu telah benar-benar meninggalkan saya.” Burhan hancurhatinya mendengar itu. Tapi dia sadar apa yg musti dilakukan. Mau tak mau Yasmin musti terima. Musti mau menjadi wanita yg mandiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burhan tak melepas begitu saja Yasmin. Setiap pagi, dia mengantar Yasmin menuju halte bus. Dan setelah dua minggu, Yasmin akhirnya bisa berangkat sendiri ke halte. Berjalan dg tongkatnya. Burhan menasehatinya agar mengandalkan indera pendengarannya, di manapun dia berada. Setelah dirasanya yakin bahwa Yasmin bisa pergi sendiri, dg tenang Burhan pergi ke tempat dinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara Yasmin merasa bersyukur bahwa selama ini dia mempunyai suami yg begitu setia dan sabar membimbingnya. Memang tak mungkin bagi Burhan untuk terus selalu menemani setiap saat ke manapun dia pergi. Tak mungkin juga selalu diantar ke tempatnya belajar, sebab Burhan juga punya pekerjaan yg harus dilakoni. Dan dia adalah wanita yg dulu, sebelum buta, tak pernah menyerah pada tantangan dan wanita yg tak bisa diam saja. Kini dia harus menjadi Yasmin yg dulu, yg tegar dan menyukai tantangan dan suka bekerja dan belajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari-hari pun berlalu. Dan sudah beberapa minggu Yasmin menjalani rutinitasnya belajar, dg mengendarai bus kota sendirian. Suatu hari, ketika dia hendak turun dari bus, sopir bus berkata, “saya sungguh iri padamu”. Yasmin tidak yakin, kalau sopir itu bicara padanya. “Anda bicara pada saya?”&lt;br /&gt;” Ya”, jawab sopir bus. “Saya benar-benar iri padamu”. Yasmin kebingungan, heran dan tak habis berpikir, bagaimana bisa di duniaini, seorang buta, wanita buta, yg berjalan terseok-seok dg tongkatnya hanya sekedar mencari keberanian mengisi sisa hidupnya, membuat orang lain merasa iri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Apa maksud anda?” Yasmin bertanya penuh keheranan pada sopir itu.&lt;br /&gt;“Kamu tahu,” jawab sopir bus, “Setiap pagi, sejak beberapa minggu ini, seorang lelaki muda dg seragam militer selalu berdiri di seberang jalan. Dia memperhatikanmu dg harap-harap cemas ketika kamu menuruni tangga bus. Dan ketika kamu menyeberang jalan, dia perhatikan langkahmu dan bibirnya tersenyum puas begitu kamu telah melewati jalan itu. Begitu kamu masuk gedung sekolahmu, dia meniupkan ciumannya padamu, memberimu salut, dan pergi dari situ. Kamu sungguh wanita beruntung, ada yg memperhatikan dan melindungimu”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air mata bahagia mengalir di pipi Yasmin. Walaupun dia tidak melihat orang tsb, dia yakin dan merasakan kehadiran Burhan di sana. Dia merasa begitu beruntung, sangat beruntung, bahwa Burhan telah memberinya sesuatu yg lebih berharga dari penglihatan. Sebuah pemberian yg tak perlu untuk dilihat; kasih sayang yg membawa cahaya, ketika dia berada dalam kegelapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-3038910138537123436?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/3038910138537123436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=3038910138537123436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/3038910138537123436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/3038910138537123436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/romantis-huuu.html' title='Romantis Story'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-3911590112430154453</id><published>2008-06-18T21:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:50:51.413+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dalem'/><title type='text'>kenangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFqo72DRSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/RxGxlMXSblA/s1600-h/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFqo72DRSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/RxGxlMXSblA/s320/36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213665264709748994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkoyak bgt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah kucoba untuk memutuskan&lt;br /&gt;Temali ikatan batin dalam setiap renunganku&lt;br /&gt;Namun bayangan wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;Slalu menuntunku untuk terus&lt;br /&gt;Menggali semua kenangan&lt;br /&gt;Kenangan yang menggoreskan luka&lt;br /&gt;Menapaki jejak jejak bahagiamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertahun lamanya kumaki diri ini&lt;br /&gt;Bagaikan mimpi diatas mimpi ketika kuterjaga&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa mesti orang lain yang bersanding denganmu&lt;br /&gt;Kucoba untuk tetap mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Seperti rembulan nan bercermin pada alunan gelombang lautan&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa pernah perduli seperti batu karang yang diterjang ombak&lt;br /&gt;Hanya burung camar layang yang menjerit lirih&lt;br /&gt;Saat kuterbenam didalam tumpukan dosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesemuanya akan kupikul dihadapan Tuhanku&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai tanggung jawab seorang hamba yang lemah&lt;br /&gt;Yang begitu setianya mencumbui bayanganmu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam setiap khayalan ditengah malam buta&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin inilah jalan hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Dan apabila kelak aku tiada lagi didunia ini&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah kau benci kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;Sebab cinta kasihku kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;Akan kubawa sampai mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-3911590112430154453?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/3911590112430154453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=3911590112430154453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/3911590112430154453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/3911590112430154453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/kenangan.html' title='kenangan'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFqo72DRSQI/AAAAAAAAABc/RxGxlMXSblA/s72-c/36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-2785107950967540804</id><published>2008-06-18T21:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:50:51.731+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dengan penuh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFqm7wrW7fI/AAAAAAAAABU/3GDruuEmOpc/s1600-h/LADY+L%C3%96V3+%281%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFqm7wrW7fI/AAAAAAAAABU/3GDruuEmOpc/s320/LADY+L%C3%96V3+%281%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213663064244022770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFqmdQab7BI/AAAAAAAAABM/ClYZRL_Dld8/s1600-h/God+Is+Love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFqmdQab7BI/AAAAAAAAABM/ClYZRL_Dld8/s320/God+Is+Love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213662540187036690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan apapun itu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan mata&lt;br /&gt;seLaLu mengawasi setiap tingkahmu dari setan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan tangan&lt;br /&gt;seLaLu memegangmu erat agar tak terjatuh ke daLam pekat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencintaimu dengan muLut&lt;br /&gt;seLaLu mengingatkanmu akan keLam yg akan memudari warnamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencintaimu dengan jasad&lt;br /&gt;seLaLu meLindungimu, waLau harus terkoyak dagingku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-2785107950967540804?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/2785107950967540804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=2785107950967540804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/2785107950967540804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/2785107950967540804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/dengan-penuh.html' title='dengan penuh....'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFqm7wrW7fI/AAAAAAAAABU/3GDruuEmOpc/s72-c/LADY+L%C3%96V3+%281%29.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-574644682691663077</id><published>2008-06-18T21:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:50:51.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bertahan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFqlWYsSUJI/AAAAAAAAABE/Vn9a_A3j1R8/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFqlWYsSUJI/AAAAAAAAABE/Vn9a_A3j1R8/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213661322638676114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau.....bertahanlah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kutahu duhai kekasih&lt;br /&gt;hari berlalu terasa sepi&lt;br /&gt;kutahu wahai pujaan hati&lt;br /&gt;hari berlalu terasa datar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di sini&lt;br /&gt;akupun ingin berbagi cerita&lt;br /&gt;di sini&lt;br /&gt;akupun ingin berbagi tawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa rindu&lt;br /&gt;memang sakit&lt;br /&gt;rasa kangen&lt;br /&gt;jantung pun berdegup kencang&lt;br /&gt;rasa sayang&lt;br /&gt;mendatangkan kecemasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sendiri kau di sana&lt;br /&gt;betapa kau didera rasa rindu&lt;br /&gt;sendiri kau di sana&lt;br /&gt;betapa kau gelisah tak tentu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terpisah jarak dan waktu&lt;br /&gt;ku tak bisa hadir di sisimu&lt;br /&gt;hanya berharap kau bertahan&lt;br /&gt;tunggu aku&lt;br /&gt;menantikanku&lt;br /&gt;untuk bertahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-574644682691663077?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/574644682691663077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=574644682691663077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/574644682691663077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/574644682691663077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/bertahan.html' title='bertahan'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFqlWYsSUJI/AAAAAAAAABE/Vn9a_A3j1R8/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318855796840467586.post-8875506292209117588</id><published>2008-06-18T20:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:50:52.122+07:00</updated><title type='text'>menunggumu,,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFtWX707zUI/AAAAAAAAABs/9L47jLWzIns/s1600-h/_cook_love__by_00Velvet00Dreams00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFtWX707zUI/AAAAAAAAABs/9L47jLWzIns/s320/_cook_love__by_00Velvet00Dreams00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213855962808175938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menantimu di sini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari-hari yang ku lalui&lt;br /&gt;terasa begitu sepi&lt;br /&gt;hari-hari yang ku lalui&lt;br /&gt;terasa begitu datar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di sini&lt;br /&gt;ingin berbagi semua hal yang ku temui&lt;br /&gt;di sini&lt;br /&gt;ingin berbagi canda dan tawa denganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merindukanmu&lt;br /&gt;mengapa hati ini terasa begitu sakit?&lt;br /&gt;memikirkanmu&lt;br /&gt;mengapa hati ini terasa begitu berdebar?&lt;br /&gt;menyayangimu&lt;br /&gt;mengapa hati ini terasa begitu khawatir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sendiri di sini&lt;br /&gt;betapa ingin bertemu denganmu&lt;br /&gt;sendiri di sini&lt;br /&gt;betapa ingin tertawa bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terpisah jarak dan waktu&lt;br /&gt;aku tak bisa hadir di sisimu&lt;br /&gt;hanya berharap kau di sini&lt;br /&gt;bersamaku&lt;br /&gt;menemaniku&lt;br /&gt;menantimu di sini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2318855796840467586-8875506292209117588?l=memorycinta06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/feeds/8875506292209117588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2318855796840467586&amp;postID=8875506292209117588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/8875506292209117588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2318855796840467586/posts/default/8875506292209117588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorycinta06.blogspot.com/2008/06/menunggumu.html' title='menunggumu,,,,'/><author><name>all about her case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14088434611618088959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFuWIijliYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/p_hsftINicA/S220/12508082218280l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-q4lJKSec/SFtWX707zUI/AAAAAAAAABs/9L47jLWzIns/s72-c/_cook_love__by_00Velvet00Dreams00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
