<?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-6702011</id><updated>2011-09-04T12:26:43.025+07:00</updated><title type='text'>origami hati - simplymirza</title><subtitle type='html'>When the heart is spoken.. I won't let it be broken.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-4249207798453059925</id><published>2007-07-24T12:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:05:27.867+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving The History</title><content type='html'>There were time when I was being so shallow. &lt;br /&gt;There were time when I look at someone only from what they have.&lt;br /&gt;Time when I look at someone only from what they can do.&lt;br /&gt;Time when I look at someone only fromhow it seems they can make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;I was young, and i was dumb. &lt;br /&gt;Things are in procces. &lt;br /&gt;Forcing things to be in our way doesnt seem to be the smartest things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels now. &lt;br /&gt;To fall in love with my history. &lt;br /&gt;To feel longing for someone i used to avoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels now. &lt;br /&gt;I fall in love with you. &lt;br /&gt;Just hope that you might know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-4249207798453059925?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/4249207798453059925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=4249207798453059925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/4249207798453059925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/4249207798453059925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/07/loving-history.html' title='Loving The History'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-8244504576591365222</id><published>2007-06-14T22:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:18:44.848+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa</title><content type='html'>Kenapa ya, kalau kita mencinta, justru semuanya lebih susah?&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya kata 'cinta' itu harusnya lebih memudahkan?&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya sih nggak selalu gitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi salah nggak kalau di satu waktu, kita melenceng dari cinta?&lt;br /&gt;Salah nggak kalau kita memutuskan untuk 'moving on'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalnya kadang 'cinta' justru bikin luka&lt;br /&gt;Kalau emang kedua pihak yang harus mencinta malah saling ngejauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takut? &lt;br /&gt;Bisa jadi itu alasannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapuh? *ini terjemahan yang bener untuk vulnerable nggak ya?*&lt;br /&gt;Bisa jadi hasilnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenapa ya 'moving on' dari perasaan sendiri itu susahnya bukan main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta bikin orang jadi melemah?&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin bener.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-8244504576591365222?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/8244504576591365222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=8244504576591365222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/8244504576591365222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/8244504576591365222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/06/kenapa.html' title='Kenapa'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-7279648167734274033</id><published>2007-05-23T19:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:11:28.565+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love Ends</title><content type='html'>Love ends when money is involve&lt;br /&gt;That is shallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ends when one flesh is not enough&lt;br /&gt;That is everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ends when one doesn't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;The other one need to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ends when one is gone&lt;br /&gt;That is life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ends when both sides are in love&lt;br /&gt;That is tragic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new theory about love. &lt;br /&gt;Written in Babyface - When Can I See You Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When Can I See You Again.. When Can My Heart Beat Again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-7279648167734274033?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/7279648167734274033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=7279648167734274033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/7279648167734274033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/7279648167734274033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-love-ends.html' title='When Love Ends'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-5607430353298804194</id><published>2007-05-06T19:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:18:52.588+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Puzzle</title><content type='html'>Angga : So how long have you've been single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In terms of not kissing and all of those stupid shits? 5 days. &lt;br /&gt;In terms of not being in actual relationship? 15 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angga : hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tarot guy : Auramu lagi bagus-bagusnya nih , Mir. Bercahaya banget. Ini kalo kamu tebar pesona, bisa dapet pacar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aku nggak pengen tebar pesona. Tapi aku emang lagi kepikiran satu orang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tarot guy : Telpon dia lah. SMS lah paling nggak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Takut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tarot guy : Aneh-aneh ae. Presentasi ke klien bisa bagus, nelpon aja kok takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beda, mas. Aku sebenernya paling takut ngomongin perasaan kalau udah seneng ama orang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tarot guy : telpon lah. Sepertinya dia nungguin kok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sekarang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tarot guy : Setengah jam lagi. Jam 9 lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Takut.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-5607430353298804194?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/5607430353298804194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=5607430353298804194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/5607430353298804194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/5607430353298804194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/05/puzzle.html' title='The Puzzle'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-8604633356683843606</id><published>2007-04-27T20:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:44:56.092+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Basic</title><content type='html'>Back To Basic. That's an easy phrase. Everyone knows that. And anyone can experience it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom. That actually the trigger of changing. Changing behavior, changing style, changing preference, or even changing lover. But something never change. That is what stays inside ourself. Well, one can not lie to himself all the time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This what happened to me recently. I tried so many different kinds. *Dont ask!* But somehow my self nature preference always hit me back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The luminence of a small eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The crystal clear packaging.&lt;br /&gt;The essence of healthy physics.&lt;br /&gt;The capacity of extraordinary thought. &lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;The risk of another heart broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Basic. Is one always hit back to his basic? Could be, eventhough many risk are involved in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-8604633356683843606?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/8604633356683843606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=8604633356683843606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/8604633356683843606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/8604633356683843606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-to-basic.html' title='Back To Basic'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-8205552116524389184</id><published>2007-04-01T17:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:29:27.731+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Period</title><content type='html'>I try&lt;br /&gt;I stay&lt;br /&gt;I wait&lt;br /&gt;I give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really my time to proof&lt;br /&gt;I know how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see and let me feel&lt;br /&gt;Just the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Sergio Mendez "Don't fall in love with me"&lt;br /&gt;Written in rainy afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-8205552116524389184?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/8205552116524389184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=8205552116524389184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/8205552116524389184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/8205552116524389184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/04/period_01.html' title='Period'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-8280568730096438313</id><published>2007-03-24T11:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:06:24.204+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pattern</title><content type='html'>Pernah nggak kita mikir kalau ternyata hidup ini hanyalah sekumpulan pola-pola dari hal yang kita suka aja. Banyak hal yang seolah mengulang-mengulang, sampe jadi satu hal yang ngebosenin. Sebut aja makanan, kerjaan, cinta, atau apapun itu, pasti selalu ada pola khusus dari kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renald Kashali di bukunya "Recode Your DNA" menyebutkan kalau pola-pola itu, selain adalah hal-hal yang kita suka, ada hubungannya juga dengan turunan DNA yang kita punya, dan juga pengaruh lingkungan. Tapi lingkungan hanya membentuk kita sampai tahap dewasa muda. Setelah itu, besar kemungkinan ego kita yang membentuk pola-pola dalam hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Makanan&lt;br /&gt;Pasti ada kesukaan dan tata cara makan yang kita nggak bisa hindari. Misalnya, suka makan pedas, harus dengan kerupuk, vegetarian, nggak bisa makan berlemak, dan lain-lain sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kerjaan&lt;br /&gt;Nggak begitu banyak orang yang berani lintas bidang. Begitu karirnya diawali di satu bidang, pasti kebanyakannya pola bidang itu akan berulang. Katakanlah dunia radio. Banyak sekali yang tinggal lama di dunia itu, bahkan mungkin di radio yang sama. Dunia marketing, pasti juga akan berkutat terus di bidang itu. Kalaupun beda perusahaannya, pasti item yang dijual akan kurang lebih sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cinta&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang yang menyebutnya type, ada yang menyebutnya tidak sengaja berulang. Coba kita liat foto mantan-mantan pasangan kita, pasti ada satu-dua-tiga hal- atau bahkan banyak hal yang serupa tapi tak sama dari mantan-mantan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Untuk yang terbahas terakhir tadi... Hmm, sepertinya.... history does repeat.&lt;br /&gt;Baru aja sakit hati gue ilang setelah pacaran dengan orang yang satu itu, satu tahun lalu. Sepertinya tahun ini balik lagi gue jatuh cinta sama orang yang punya kualitas sama(atau mungkin lebih) dari mantan gue yang satu itu.&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa persamaannya:&lt;br /&gt;- Gorgeously good looking&lt;br /&gt;- Perfect body type&lt;br /&gt;- Sharply spoiled but try hard to look independent&lt;br /&gt;- Ex Model&lt;br /&gt;- Fashionable&lt;br /&gt;Kelebihan yang recent ini adalah, well so far at least, dia lebih pinter dan kerjaannya lebih bagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelebihan dia langsung berasa ilang, begitu banyak hal yang keluar dari obrolan dia yang mirip seperti mantan gue, dan..... mulai sedikit mengganggu.&lt;br /&gt;- Duuuh... udah mulai gendut nih&lt;br /&gt;- Kok nggak tirus-tirus ya mukaku ini&lt;br /&gt;- Bajuku udah nggak muat lagi&lt;br /&gt;- Pengen lebih kurus, biar baju lama bisa kepake lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak tau apakah faktor 'the pattern' ataukah memang rasa yang sebenernya...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue masih jatuh cinta sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patern of Patern. It does existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-8280568730096438313?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/8280568730096438313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=8280568730096438313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/8280568730096438313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/8280568730096438313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/03/pattern.html' title='The Pattern'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-7039939043057937252</id><published>2007-03-22T17:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:59:08.855+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Love Less Love</title><content type='html'>Kalau perhatiin tulisan-tulisan yang muncul disini, hampir semua tentang cinta. Some people do ask whether they are real stories or just simply fictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer? They are.. as real as I wanted to think.&lt;br /&gt;Some could be fiction, or just in the line of few hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talking about love, how often do we think about it? How often do we have to relate to it? How often do we have to deal with it?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau buat gue sih, sering. Buat beli baju, kita pasti punya kecintaan sama model tertentu. Buat pilih mobil apa yang mau dimiliki, pasti juga punya satu pola sendiri. Buat kerja, kalau nggak cinta, pasti baru probation sudah males ngelanjut lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is Love something that we have to handle just like we handle clothings, cars, or works?&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya aku bilang nggak. But somewhat.. i just dont quite sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Long Weekend in March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 -&lt;br /&gt;Waktunya memutuskan hubungan nggak jelas, dengan seseorang yang nggak jelas. Dia akan menikah. What future can you expect from that.&lt;br /&gt;Last romantic moment. Dan dia berubah sedemikian rupa. Totally romantic freak. Sensitive. Caring. And all oll those stupid melancholy thing.&lt;br /&gt;Gue bilang ke dia, "I dont want to see you anymore".&lt;br /&gt;Nggak yakin juga sama keputusan yang ini. Dia berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 -&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing. Meeting an old fling.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, gue jatuh cinta dengan karakter dia. Tapi dia nggak bisa memutuskan sikap. Dan dulu, gue berekspektasi terlalu banyak. We remain friend. Walaupun memang kualitas dan kuantitas ketemu dan jalan kita nggak sebanyak biasanya. What we can I say, the relationship was in pause, if there were a relationship though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we met. Dan satu hal terjadi. It wasn't really meant to be. Dan hubungan kita jadi lebih aneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 -&lt;br /&gt;A very nice date.&lt;br /&gt;Nggak bisa jelasin hari yang ketiga ini. I was happy. Walaupun hanya ketemu dengan dia. Ngelakuin hal-hal yang biasanya dilakuin anak SMP kalau first date. Jalan-jalan nggak jelas. But I was really happy. The kind of person that i would want to see everyday. The kind of figure that i would drive miles away, just for a casual meeting of 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Gue rasa gue jatuh cinta.&lt;br /&gt;Dia orang yang udah lama gue suka lihat. Hanya lihat. Gue bahkan nggak tau nama dia sampai baru-baru ini.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, i dont know whether this one i'm falling in love with now feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;So, should we threat love like clothings? Harus ganti tiap hari? Atau kayak mobil yang selalu ada ban serepnya?&lt;br /&gt;Dari cerita di atas, ya bisa aja seperti itu. Nggak seharusnya kayak gitu sih. Tapi itu yang lagi terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Trivia : cerita di atas, kira-kira beneran atau fiksi hayoooo???&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Ditulis pas mau pulang kantor, sambil denger diana krall - the look of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-7039939043057937252?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/7039939043057937252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=7039939043057937252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/7039939043057937252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/7039939043057937252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/03/much-love-less-love.html' title='Much Love Less Love'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-8656281197135164202</id><published>2007-02-28T17:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:28:40.225+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mencintai Atau Dicintai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27 Februari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selasa malam, jam setengah 8. Hp gue bunyi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hai..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Halo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Kamu lagi ngapain?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lagi ama anak-anak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Udah makan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ini lagi mau ngerayain ulang tahun bareng-bareng sama anak sekantor. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O.. ya udah. Kamu jangan pernah lupa makan ya. Jangan terlalu gila kerja"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Iya. Makasih ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Aku cuma pengen denger suara kamu kok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Iya... kamu jangan sedih-sedih ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Iya.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Janji, kamu jangan sedih-sedih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Iya.. Ya uwis ya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Iya.. Assalamualaikum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Walaikumsalam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Itu tadi obrolan yang super singkat dengan satu orang yang punya kemungkinan besar bisa bikin gue bahagia banget. Gue memutuskan buat gak ketemu dia lagi beberapa waktu lalu. I got nuthin' to say. Gue gak cinta dia, tapi harus diakuin, gue nikmatin banget perhatian dan semua cinta dia. But again.... Gue gak cinta dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gue pulang jam 11 malam. Nerima telpon dari sahabat gue. She said she is leaving for a job in Jakarta. *sigh* Turn out to be the job isn't really worth it enough. Relief. Bisa gempor tangan gue kalau harus ganti kartu starone dengan fren tiap malem. Though i have to say, it is always fun listening to her mumblings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jam setengah 12, nggak bisa tidur. Ada yang kurang. Ada yang ganjel.. *But i swear to god, i was not turned on. Hehehehe...* Akhirnya buka tas, ambil DVD yang gue pinjem dari Ivan si penyiar pagi - &lt;em&gt;Jackass Number Two&lt;/em&gt;, dan ngabisin 1,5 jam berikutnya liat film super gak penting sambil ketawa dan sesekali nahan mual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt like a truly jackass, that was why i watched &lt;em&gt;Jackass&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;28 Februari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jam 7 pagi. Nggak sholat. Kebangun dengan satu pertanyaan. *Huh, i got fed up with my own questions actually*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mencintai atau Dicintai?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kalau dipikir-pikir, saat-saat gue paling bahagia adalah saat gue ngerasa jatuh cinta sama seseorang. Trus dari situ berkembang ekspektasi secara nggak langsung. Berharap akan dicintai juga. Tapi kadang harapan buat dicintai itu bodoh. Terakhir kali gue inget, harapan itu sempet bikin gue jatuh bangun gak karuan. Ngerasa gak oke as a person , ngerasa gak worth it buat dicintai, ngerasa a-z yang gak jelas lah pokoknya. Yang pasti terakhir kali gue mencintai, gue jadi bangkrut sih. Bodoh memang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dari situ mulai deh belajar buat lebih nerima cinta. Gue mungkin gak cinta, tapi gue cinta cara mereka mencinta. Huh, I thought I was smart then. Bodoh juga. Diserang sama rasa bersalah terus-terusan. Imagining the one I'm with did not deserve less than they give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;'m starting to &lt;strong&gt;believe in Karma&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kalau aja satu waktu mereka sakit ati karena gue jadi oppurtunis dari segala perhatian mereka; satu waktu nantinya, mungkin aja gue yang ganti ngerasa sakit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gimme answer people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mencintai atau Dicintai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ditulis sambil denger lagu Nidji - Bila Aku jatuh Cinta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...sambil menikmati karma yang sedang berjalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-8656281197135164202?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/8656281197135164202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=8656281197135164202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/8656281197135164202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/8656281197135164202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/02/mencintai-atau-dicintai.html' title='Mencintai Atau Dicintai'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-6740835516606049522</id><published>2007-02-24T12:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:38:34.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Catastrophe Of A Release</title><content type='html'>Knowing a smile which might be drawn&lt;br/&gt;....is equal to....&lt;br/&gt;Feeling the tears which might be fall&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seeing a perfect picture which might be created&lt;br/&gt;....is equal to....&lt;br/&gt;Touching the fire which might be blazed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Capturing an eye of brightness&lt;br/&gt;....is equal to....&lt;br/&gt;Gaining a sense of sadness&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sumpah, tulisan ini keluar abis gak ada acara seru di TV! Sucks!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*Sometime a need to ask needed a privilege*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-6740835516606049522?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/6740835516606049522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=6740835516606049522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/6740835516606049522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/6740835516606049522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/02/catastrophe-of-release.html' title='The Catastrophe Of A Release'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-3054220621643517381</id><published>2007-02-21T17:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:08:19.819+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a swinger?</title><content type='html'>S W I N G E R&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I asked few people about it, and these came up. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;• Topan: Swing itu kan..... (sambil mengayunkan tangan). Jadi swinger itu pengayun. Atau swinger itu adiknya swike? Atau swinger adiknya hanger?&lt;br/&gt;• Dego: Swinger itu... (sambil menggerakan kedua tangan yang sudah dilipat sejajar dengan bahunya). Apa itu....? Yang sayap ayam KFC itu loh...? &lt;br/&gt;• Lucky: Tanya kak ipan deh... (sambil menunjuk temen yang satu lagi)&lt;br/&gt;• Ivan: Gonta ganti pasangan. &lt;br/&gt;• Tito: Tuker pasangan.&lt;br/&gt;• Dindin: waduuh.. gak bisa bahasa Inggris… Ooo I dunno… Swing kan goyang-goyang.. ayun-ayun... yang digoyang dan yang diayun yang mana dulu nih?? Udah ah jadi ngebayangin!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So, what is swinger? &lt;br/&gt;Today, my mind flashbacked to a sewing machine my mom used to have. I thought that was swinger. But I forgot. That machine’s brand is ‘Singer’ not ‘Swinger’. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;• www.kamus.net : pengikut mode remaja yang giat&lt;br/&gt;• www.kamus.web.id : Oops.. The keyword Swinger does not exist in our database. Don't worry! We have recorded it to be added to our database as soon as possible. &lt;br/&gt;• Kamus lengkap Inggris – Indonesia, Prof. Drs. S. Wojowasito – WJS Poerwadarminta: &lt;br/&gt;Swing (vb) 1. mengisap; 2. melambai; 3. mengayun; 4. menggantungkan; 5. membelok&lt;br/&gt;That’ll make swinger.... 1. pengisap; 2. pelambai; 3. pengayun; penggantung; 5. pembelok?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So, again, what is swinger?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know, you know, she knows, he knows. We just don’t talk about it. :p&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What is Swinger?&lt;br/&gt;A not so necessary stupid question, that brought a second of laughter today. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-3054220621643517381?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/3054220621643517381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=3054220621643517381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/3054220621643517381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/3054220621643517381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-is-swinger.html' title='What is a swinger?'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-117176953170366373</id><published>2007-02-18T10:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T10:32:11.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TWILIGHT ZONE</title><content type='html'>Not knowing the real name&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Not knowing the origin&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Not knowing the atmosphere of the real self&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But it was real&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The kind of person I'd like to shake hand with&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The kind of person I'd like to have conversation with&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The kind of person I'd like to look up to&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The kind of person I'd like to hug&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But it was on the wrong footstep&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Meeting the person who is unreachable&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Talking to the one who is very secretive&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Letting myself into a big mass of twilight zone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But it was no regret&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I enjoyed the talks&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I enjoyed the shares&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I enjoyed the eyes&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I enjoyed the embarrassment&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I enjoyed the kisses&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I enjoyed the hugs&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I enjoyed the twilight zone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The hope&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Is to know a bit more&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Is to know how to connect&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Is to repeat the everlasting night&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Is to step out of the twilight zone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The hope is no hope&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was never meant to be a feeling&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The feeling is no feeling&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To My Twilight Zone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I do want to. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;----&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*Darn it! I should have taken you to the airport!*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-117176953170366373?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/117176953170366373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=117176953170366373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/117176953170366373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/117176953170366373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-twilight-zone.html' title='MY TWILIGHT ZONE'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-116218109981656125</id><published>2006-10-30T11:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:04:59.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'>(doing it) For Friends and A Funeral</title><content type='html'>I told u to go by the book! You just didn't want to hear me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I want to give my affection. I want to understand them more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think they will understand you too? Do you think they care about you as much as you to them? Wake up Mirza! You do it by the book, or you do it by giving out your heart, they would just see it as if you only do it by the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;I think I go crazy. Above was like a conversation with my heart. It just bitches me out of my own good will. It doesn’t do me any good. But.. Hey.. What is so wrong by giving it all for friends. Even if that means for friends and a funeral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-116218109981656125?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/116218109981656125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=116218109981656125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/116218109981656125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/116218109981656125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/10/doing-it-for-friends-and-funeral.html' title='(doing it) For Friends and A Funeral'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-115983997661689644</id><published>2006-10-03T08:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:14:19.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTIARA RAMADHAN: ALHAMDULILAH.. THERE ARE VALUES IN LIFE</title><content type='html'>Satu waktu di hari kedua puasa, disaat General Meeting, pas giliran harus menyampaikan progres report program department, cdma gue bunyi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas Chabib bengkel? Jam 11 siang, tumben nelpon? Ada apa ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really pick up the phone. It would be rude for the meeting. Jadi gue silent aja telponnya. Dan setelahnya kejebaklah gue di rutinitas hari Senin. Sibuk. Baru keinget lagi kalau mas bengkel sempat nelpon hari itu setelah perut gue kenyang abis buka. Akhirnya, setelah tertunda lebih dari 8 jam, pas abis shalat Isya', gue telpon tukang bengkel yg baru punya anak Juli lalu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halo mas? Tadi nelpon tah pagi-pagi? Ono opo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woe, sampeyan yak'opo kabare?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo wis ngene ae mas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nggak, iki loh, aku ada mobil. Accord, silver, kondisine lumayan. Katanya mau ganti mobil wingi. Sampeyan liyat sik ae. Tukar tambah ae. Paling 10-15 juta tambahane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sempet diem bentar. Mobil tercinta gue memang rada ribet perawatannya sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ehmm.. Waduh mas Chabib, aku lagi kesusahan mas. Wingi abis sakit.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loh, sik, loro opo sampeyan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ehm, pokoke ada hubungane sama pencernaan. Radang, sampe sempet ndak bisa jalan 2 hari. Kebanyaken daging, ndak pernah makan sayur.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nang rumah sakit sampeyan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iyo, sempet, dokternya nyaranin operasi. 15 jutaan mas. Gak mampu aku. Lagian takut operasi. Makanya ke Sinse, alternatifan ngono. Iki wingi sebelum puasa persis selesai terapi-ne"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wis gak popo sampeyan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alhamdulilah mas.. Tp yo ngono, aku gak jadi ganti mobil sik. Lumayan wingi biayane. Separuhnya kalo operasi. Sorry yo mas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alah mas, gak popo, sing penting sampeyan sehat sik"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pembicaraan itu kurang lebih berakhir di situ. Agak sedih gue, niatan lebaran kali ini dengan sedikit foya-foya-in orang rumah dan mobil baru kayaknya tertunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life goes on. Hectic. Kadang bikin stres. Pas puasa, kadang terasa berat, kadang kerasa cepet dengan keleluasaan pulang di jam 4 sore. Yang jelas, gue seneng banget pas tanggalan udah berubah hari ke Sabtu dan Minggu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di hari Minggu, pas mau siaran jam 9 pagi, gak disangka, cdma gue kasih kejutan yg lagi-lagi bisa dibilang 'kok tumben ya'. Ada sms dari mas Chabib bengkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Pagi mas? Gmn uda sembuh ta? Gini mas aq pengen maen ke rumah mas mirza,boleh ga? Trus alamatnya dimana?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak nyangka, tukang bengkel gue ini bisa begitu peduli. Gue bales lah sms itu, lengkap dengan alamat rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan…..&lt;br /&gt;Senin malam, di hari ke-9 Ramadhan tahun 2006, gue bener-bener merasakan nikmatnya bulan suci ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 7 malam, Mas Chabib, istrinya, Dahlan-anaknya yg baru 2,5 bulan, Ibunya, dan 2 keponakannya datang ke rumah. Gue persilakan masuk, dan ibu mas Chabib langsung cari nyokap gue. And, without knowing what was coming next.. Ternyata keluarga mas Chabib ngebawa sesuatu buat aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kue kukus besar yang masih hangat(masih hangat bo!) dan mangga-mangga gadung yang besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunjungan overwhelming dari keluarga 'tukang bengkel'. Gue sempet bingung gimana harus bersikap. Apalagi, pas gue tau maksud tujuan mereka datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas Mirza kan katanya baru sakit. Ini Mas chabib, ibu ama anak-anak pengen nengok mas. Agak khawatir" Yang ini diucapkan oleh sang istri, yang sumpah, gue ama dia jarang ngobrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue terharu. Gue gak pernah berpikir ternyata gue berhasil menorehkan kesan(yang tentunya gak gue sadari) yang baik di keluarga mas Chabib. And after that night, it is certain. Keluarga mereka sudah menorehkan satu hal yang luar biasa berkesan buat gue. Saat ini udah pasti, keluarga mas Chabib ADALAH keluarga gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap gue dengan santainya menggaris bawahi anugrah rasa yang baru kedapat malam hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ealah mir, apik atine keluarga iku yo. Nangdi ae koncomu sing sugih-sugih, sing mubile apik-apik pas wingi koen loro.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue cuma senyum. Terharu, atas anugrah rasa yang baru gue dapat. Sadar kalau persahabatan dan persaudaraan bukan terbentuk akan materi, posisi, atau prestasi. Tapi persahabatan dan persaudaraan terbentuk dari HATI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih Tuhan atas HATI-Mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allah tidak akan meninggalkan umatNya seorang diri. Allhamdulillah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh… jadi dalem gini ya? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-115983997661689644?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/115983997661689644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=115983997661689644' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/115983997661689644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/115983997661689644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/10/mutiara-ramadhan-alhamdulilah-there.html' title='MUTIARA RAMADHAN: ALHAMDULILAH.. THERE ARE VALUES IN LIFE'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-115486764038629615</id><published>2006-08-06T19:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T19:34:00.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Between Lust</title><content type='html'>It is the sweetness of betrayal&lt;br /&gt;It is  the unfaithful of being loyal&lt;br /&gt;Is it the cause&lt;br /&gt;Or... Is it the result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not try to look for the answer&lt;br /&gt;If one is trap in love between lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart is falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Would it wait or would it quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phase of unromantically side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-115486764038629615?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/115486764038629615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=115486764038629615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/115486764038629615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/115486764038629615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-between-lust.html' title='Love Between Lust'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-115157702923111378</id><published>2006-06-29T17:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:30:29.243+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingkar Labirin Sebuah Pengharapan</title><content type='html'>Berharap....&lt;br /&gt;berharap dia akan tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berharap....&lt;br /&gt;berharap dia akan mengerti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berharap....&lt;br /&gt;berharap dia akan merasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah asa di lingkar rasa&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah bisikan diantara sekian pengharapan&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah celah dibalik keluh kesah&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah jiwa dibalik peristiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingkar labirin sebuah pengharapan&lt;br /&gt;...karena tidak ada yang suka dinomorduakan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-115157702923111378?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/115157702923111378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=115157702923111378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/115157702923111378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta&lt;br /&gt;Diharap datang tanpa rasa pilu yang semu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta &lt;br /&gt;Datang dengan dua sisi&lt;br /&gt;Indah....&lt;br /&gt;....tapi beresiko luka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-115141116044548658?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/115141116044548658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=115141116044548658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/115141116044548658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/115141116044548658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/06/dua-sisi-mencintai-tanpa-ekspektasi.html' title='Dua sisi mencintai tanpa ekspektasi'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-114753624324788770</id><published>2006-05-13T22:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:04:03.266+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artikulasi Hati</title><content type='html'>Hati tak punya mata&lt;br /&gt;Tak juga punya daya raba&lt;br /&gt;Ataupun hidung dan telinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati hanya bisa merasa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau hati ini bicara&lt;br /&gt;Tubuh tak lagi punya kuasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hati juga tak mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Ada hal-hal yang tak mungkin terjadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berharap dia mengerti pun.. seolah tak alami..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Untuk dia - siapapun dia, semoga kau 'mengerti'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-114753624324788770?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/114753624324788770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=114753624324788770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114753624324788770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114753624324788770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/05/artikulasi-hati.html' title='Artikulasi Hati'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-114734945521641095</id><published>2006-05-11T19:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:13:13.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>eksekusi arti</title><content type='html'>Cerita cinta hanyalah bingkainya&lt;br /&gt;Indahnya rasa hanyalah pembungkusnya&lt;br /&gt;Energi luar biasa hanyalah pelapisnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa itu indah bila dinikmati berdua&lt;br /&gt;Rasa itu baru terasa bila kedua sisinya berjumpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butuh dua hati untuk menjalani&lt;br /&gt;Butuh dua pasang mata untuk menikmati&lt;br /&gt;Butuh dua jiwa untuk menyelami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...apa artinya cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah bahkan kata itu masih berarti&lt;br /&gt;.....bila tak memiliki?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-114734945521641095?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/114734945521641095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=114734945521641095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114734945521641095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114734945521641095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/05/eksekusi-arti.html' title='eksekusi arti'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-114588387495530917</id><published>2006-04-24T19:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:31:10.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mellowdrama</title><content type='html'>Sincerity&lt;br /&gt;Clarity&lt;br /&gt;Honesty&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..are simple words needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too complicated..&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just not worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are only words come in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;The next step would be coming from the heart&lt;br /&gt;If it's not being shattered yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;written in broken hearted songs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-114588387495530917?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/114588387495530917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=114588387495530917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114588387495530917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114588387495530917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/04/mellowdrama.html' title='mellowdrama'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-114491748235248985</id><published>2006-04-13T15:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:38:03.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>eksekusi sebuah arti</title><content type='html'>Nafas ini telah berhenti&lt;br /&gt;Tidak untuk menanti&lt;br /&gt;Tidak untuk mencari&lt;br /&gt;Udara yang ada hanya untuk kata mati&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa harapan sejati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa percaya sudah tinggal hampa&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa ada satu asa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup tetap dijalani&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kali ini... aku yang akan pergi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-114491748235248985?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/114491748235248985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=114491748235248985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114491748235248985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114491748235248985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/04/eksekusi-sebuah-arti.html' title='eksekusi sebuah arti'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-114353111476209674</id><published>2006-03-28T14:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:31:54.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irisan Hati</title><content type='html'>Hati katanya satu&lt;br /&gt;Cintanya yang mendua&lt;br /&gt;Cinta katanya satu&lt;br /&gt;Gairahnya yang mendua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkaiskah memori akan masa lalu&lt;br /&gt;Kalau hati hanyalah untuk teriris sembilu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akankah kau tinggal dengan irisan hati yang biru&lt;br /&gt;Untuk masa depan yang (mungkin hanya) semu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-114353111476209674?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/114353111476209674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=114353111476209674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114353111476209674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114353111476209674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/03/irisan-hati.html' title='Irisan Hati'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-114299515265327163</id><published>2006-03-22T09:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:39:12.663+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilah tipis antara luka dan cinta</title><content type='html'>Terkuak sudah....&lt;br /&gt;Rasa tak menentu itu&lt;br /&gt;Segala energi itu&lt;br /&gt;Untuk suatu rasa tertentu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa yang terasa semakin kuat&lt;br /&gt;Di segala rintangan yang juga hebat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntaian harapan sudah terikat&lt;br /&gt;..semoga bukan akhir yang pekat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-114299515265327163?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/114299515265327163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=114299515265327163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114299515265327163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114299515265327163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/03/bilah-tipis-antara-luka-dan-cinta.html' title='Bilah tipis antara luka dan cinta'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-114290737488367949</id><published>2006-03-21T09:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:16:14.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Aku mungkin jatuh cinta lagi. &lt;br /&gt;Jangan tanya kenapa begitu cepat. &lt;br /&gt;Karena semuanya sebelumnya juga tak begitu hebat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-114290737488367949?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/114290737488367949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=114290737488367949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114290737488367949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114290737488367949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-114283466045687968</id><published>2006-03-20T12:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:11:29.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claustrophobia</title><content type='html'>Waktu hanyalah senyawa dunia&lt;br /&gt;Berdetak mengikuti perputaran sang surya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu hanyalah poros detik yang berputar tanpa henti&lt;br /&gt;Mengikuti longgarnya detak hati&lt;br /&gt;Waktu adalah satu yang tercari&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menggali satu demi satu detail memori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu... &lt;br /&gt;adalah sang penjawab tanpa basa basi&lt;br /&gt;yang memberi eksekusi pada ekspektasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu ini...&lt;br /&gt;...telah berhenti&lt;br /&gt;menyudutkanku pada satu ruang..&lt;br /&gt;...yang penuh dengan kenangan gamang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruang kosong itu yang akan menghantui&lt;br /&gt;.... dengan sejuta memori (yang mungkin) tanpa arti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;It is definite. &lt;br /&gt;Love, starts with faith, lives on hope, dies in lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-114283466045687968?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/114283466045687968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=114283466045687968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114283466045687968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114283466045687968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/03/claustrophobia.html' title='Claustrophobia'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-114225353091383921</id><published>2006-03-13T19:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:59:39.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku mencintainya seperti desiran angin</title><content type='html'>Potongan rindu itu telah tercabik&lt;br /&gt;Tersayat-sayat oleh potongan fakta tak tertampik&lt;br /&gt;Syair lagu cinta ini semakin pelik&lt;br /&gt;Dengan hati yang penuh dengan rasa cekik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akankah kisah ini hanya terus tersimpan&lt;br /&gt;...diantara sejuta perjalanan yang rentan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencintainya seperti desiran angin&lt;br /&gt;..yang tak tau mengapa kini terasa semakin dingin..&lt;br /&gt;Sayap-sayap cinta itu hanya bisa terbang&lt;br /&gt;Menembus sekumpulan angin yang hanya bisa menerawang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The old pile of words still working on its curse.&lt;br /&gt;Used to be.... &lt;em&gt;Love, starts with faith, lives on hope, dies in distance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be.... &lt;em&gt;Love, starts with faith, lives on hope, dies in lies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-114225353091383921?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/114225353091383921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=114225353091383921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114225353091383921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114225353091383921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/03/aku-mencintainya-seperti-desiran-angin.html' title='Aku mencintainya seperti desiran angin'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-114100947750316998</id><published>2006-02-27T09:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:56:28.520+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilik Hati</title><content type='html'>Belum lama berselang&lt;br /&gt;Kisah cinta yang begitu gemilang&lt;br /&gt;Kini dengan segala aral melintang&lt;br /&gt;Rinduku telah tinggi menjulang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang disini sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Mengisi bilik hati dengan perih&lt;br /&gt;Mengisi relung hati dengan senyuman berjuta arti&lt;br /&gt;Yang terlihat dan terasa saat ini..&lt;br /&gt;...adalah partisi-partisi hati penuh memori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-114100947750316998?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/114100947750316998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=114100947750316998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114100947750316998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114100947750316998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/02/bilik-hati.html' title='Bilik Hati'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-114100854436943176</id><published>2006-02-27T09:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:49:04.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balada Bunga</title><content type='html'>Begitu banyak bunga yang ada&lt;br /&gt;Berwarna warni dan berupa bentuknya&lt;br /&gt;Saling bersaing memancarkan indahnya&lt;br /&gt;Tapi keindahan itu akankah bertahan lama&lt;br /&gt;Akankah bertahan untuk selamanya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin tidak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak, bila bunga itu melupakan klorofilnya&lt;br /&gt;..yang selama ini menyalurkannya tenaga sang surya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak, bila bunga itu melupakan akarnya&lt;br /&gt;..yang selama ini menyerapkan air untuknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak, bila bunga itu melupakan daun-daunnya&lt;br /&gt;..yang selama ini menghirupkannya udara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak juga bila bunga itu melupakan kuncupnya&lt;br /&gt;..yang telah memberikan kesempatan untuk merekah&lt;br /&gt;dan bersinar seperti layaknya sebuah bunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga-bunga indah yang merekah&lt;br /&gt;Semoga saja selalu menghiasi wajah penuh warna&lt;br /&gt;Untuk tidak menjadi layu…&lt;br /&gt;…dan menjadi penghias makam dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;322006@MW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-114100854436943176?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/114100854436943176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=114100854436943176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114100854436943176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/114100854436943176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2006/02/balada-bunga.html' title='Balada Bunga'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-113401747453664892</id><published>2005-12-08T11:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T11:51:14.546+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rasa itu ada&lt;br /&gt;Percaya itu terasa&lt;br /&gt;Yakin itu bisa dipercaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mengapa semua terasa pahit&lt;br /&gt;Ketika satu persatu cinta seolah menjerit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa itu (hampir tidak) ada&lt;br /&gt;Percaya itu (makin tak) terasa&lt;br /&gt;Yakin itu (seolah tak) bisa dipercaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu yang termintakan&lt;br /&gt;Akhir bahagia untuk masing-masing cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Untuk 'kancil' - i miss you. Untuk Tante Endang, Mbah Siti, &amp; Mas Agus - get well soon. We'll be right here. Mirza Enzhy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-113401747453664892?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/113401747453664892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=113401747453664892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/113401747453664892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/113401747453664892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2005/12/rasa-itu-ada-percaya-itu-terasa-yakin.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-111545520378434076</id><published>2005-05-07T15:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:40:03.816+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilah tipis kepastian</title><content type='html'>Ufu&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;k pagi menghampiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cerah dan tersenyum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Awan merah berangsur terang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hantar mentari yang akan menari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Satu pagi akan terjelang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Satu hari akan terhampar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Satu jiwa akan merengsek ke jiwa lain dalam keseharian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi mengapa berat terjejal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Untuk dapatkan satu bilah kepastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Satu jiwa untuk satu jiwa tunggal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bilah itu ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hanya saja terpapar tipis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-111545520378434076?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/111545520378434076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=111545520378434076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/111545520378434076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/111545520378434076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2005/05/bilah-tipis-kepastian.html' title='Bilah tipis kepastian'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-111476133902059653</id><published>2005-04-29T14:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:55:39.020+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebuah Nama Tanpa Makna</title><content type='html'>Serpihan rasa menyaput jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Hanya sentuhan perasaan yang hampir terasa&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata hampa yang bahkan tak dibiarkan menyapa&lt;br /&gt;Membuat bunga malam semakin terasa kelam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisakah kurasa…&lt;br /&gt;Atau hanya impian tanpa kisi nyata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati tercurah tanpa sisa&lt;br /&gt;Tenaga hanya sesuatu untuk diisi ulang&lt;br /&gt;Air mata mungkin tak lagi berharga&lt;br /&gt;Mengisi kelamnya relung jiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu wajah tanpa rona&lt;br /&gt;Satu tubuh tanpa jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Satu nama tanpa makna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila tak kurasa cintanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rona.. Jiwa.. Makna…&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya sudah tiada..&lt;br /&gt;Hanya untuk merasakan serpihan perhatian..&lt;br /&gt;..yang semakin tidak kasat mata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-111476133902059653?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/111476133902059653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=111476133902059653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/111476133902059653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/111476133902059653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2005/04/sebuah-nama-tanpa-makna.html' title='Sebuah Nama Tanpa Makna'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-111344150111761576</id><published>2005-04-14T08:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T08:18:21.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenderloin Steak</title><content type='html'>Let's imagine this kind of steak&lt;br /&gt;It's Tender&lt;br /&gt;It's Juicy&lt;br /&gt;It's Yummy&lt;br /&gt;And it's comfy, cause it make you stuffy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Love is tenderloin steak. &lt;br /&gt;Is there any for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-111344150111761576?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/111344150111761576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=111344150111761576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/111344150111761576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/111344150111761576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2005/04/tenderloin-steak.html' title='Tenderloin Steak'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-111217034376923584</id><published>2005-03-30T15:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T15:12:23.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>you don'T even have to try&lt;br /&gt;it comes easy for you&lt;br /&gt;the way you move is so dreaming it could make me cry&lt;br /&gt;go out drivin' with my friends&lt;br /&gt;and by these we'll go beat up car&lt;br /&gt;i'm with a lot of people then i walked away him all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times, bad times gimme some of that&lt;br /&gt;good times, bad times gimme some of that&lt;br /&gt;good times, bad times gimme some of that&lt;br /&gt;uuuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;down when i walked into the door&lt;br /&gt;i spent a little time with you i want a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times, bad times gimme some of that&lt;br /&gt;good times, bad times gimme some of that&lt;br /&gt;good times, bad times gimme some of that&lt;br /&gt;uuuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't baby, way i don't have to&lt;br /&gt;i want to go anywhere rightnow&lt;br /&gt;he walks along, he walks along this&lt;br /&gt;anywhere where you aren't baby is - sad&lt;br /&gt;aaaah&lt;br /&gt;just say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times, bad times gimme some of that&lt;br /&gt;good times, bad times gimme some of that&lt;br /&gt;good times, bad times gimme some of that&lt;br /&gt;uuuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want those good, good good times&lt;br /&gt;about those bad, bad bad times&lt;br /&gt;i want those good, good, good, good times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- By this song, i found myself crushed by my own love -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-111217034376923584?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/111217034376923584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=111217034376923584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/111217034376923584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/111217034376923584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-111165145498761631</id><published>2005-03-24T14:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T15:04:14.996+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angkara Cinta</title><content type='html'>Cinta..&lt;br /&gt;Katanya indah&lt;br /&gt;Cinta..&lt;br /&gt;Katanya penuh bunga&lt;br /&gt;Cinta..&lt;br /&gt;Katanya surga dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin. &lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenapa banyak yang berbeda suara. &lt;br /&gt;Katanya cinta juga bawa prahara. &lt;br /&gt;Katanya cinta memberi beban rasa. &lt;br /&gt;Katanya cinta hanya kata beresiko luka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang. &lt;br /&gt;Memang ada benarnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalaupun cinta penuh luka.. &lt;br /&gt;Penyesalan tidak akan muncul begitu saja. &lt;br /&gt;Karena karena cinta, aku bahagia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-111165145498761631?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/111165145498761631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=111165145498761631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/111165145498761631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/111165145498761631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2005/03/angkara-cinta.html' title='Angkara Cinta'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-110929996543096114</id><published>2005-02-25T09:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:11:02.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>Februari 23, 2005, my happiest birthday ever!!! (well till now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayus: Om Micha kapan pulang?? Ulang tahun ya?&lt;br /&gt;Enzhy: Sayang, tutup mata dulu deh.. Jangan buka sampai aku bilang buka ya?&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Wah, sesuk ulang tahun yo? Nangdi mengko mangan-mangane?&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Ika: Met Ulang Tahun yo om Micha? Ditunggu Ayus, digoleki mlaku-mlaku numpak mobil-e.&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Nuri: Ayuus.. kacian de elu!&lt;br /&gt;Nyomi: Happy Birthday Ja.. semoga judesnya kurangan, makin dewasa &amp; bijaksana, juga tambah sabarnya, karir lancar, cinta langgeng gak ada hambatan, &amp;amp; persahabatan kita selamanya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those were some of the greetings that stopped by in my mind about my 24th birthday. Got to admit, for a guy who doesn't celebrate it, my birthday was quite a bomb!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started from the 22nd actually. Few messages came in to my cell, greet me happy birthday! Hey! My birthday wasn't until the 23th!! But, thank you to Koko, Yundang, and Astrid for sending me the earlly wish. :) Thanks also for my mom who had present me the best birthday eve dinner. Wasn't the best meal, but from her, always the greatest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i spend the my birthday eve with my love one, who gave a lovely birthday presents in advance. A commitment. And made me 'The Lord Of The Ring'. It was a very sweet birthday eve. Thank you sayang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, my cell phone wont stop ringing and beeping to deliver messages. A happy birthday greetings. Thanks ya Shifa and Lala, for being the very first one to greet me at the right moment - February 23rd. Afterwards, gotta admits, turning off my cell was the right thing to do... Gotta spend my time with my sweetheart. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day continue by going to parahiyangan - Pandaan, for a birthday lunch along with Meity, Ivan, Kika, and DJ Eric, whose celebrate birthday in February. It was Fun! Thanks guys for being there and celebrate it with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to Hard Rock, gosh, i got a picture of myself, made and prepared by fellow friends from PT. SDM - a cosmetic company. Thanks guys, it really means a lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this year birthday is the one who gave me with a lot of smile. Thank You God, for giving me the best February. Thank you for giving me someone to spend my -or so callled- Valentine's day with..(well, i hope this one will last). And thank you God, for giving me a spirit and smile every other day.&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/6702011-110929996543096114?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com' title='24'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/110929996543096114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=110929996543096114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110929996543096114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110929996543096114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2005/02/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-110647645713704846</id><published>2005-01-23T17:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:59:21.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lirih Perih</title><content type='html'>Pisau itu tidak setajam bayanganku&lt;br /&gt;Pisau itu bahkan tidak bisa kubayangkan&lt;br /&gt;Pisau itu mungkin malah tak terlihat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku terluka&lt;br /&gt;..perih..&lt;br /&gt;..panas..&lt;br /&gt;..tersayat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka itu tak terasa dalam pikiranku&lt;br /&gt;Luka itu tak juga nampak&lt;br /&gt;Luka itu hanya berbisik...&lt;br /&gt;....Lirih&lt;br /&gt;Perih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-110647645713704846?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/110647645713704846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=110647645713704846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110647645713704846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110647645713704846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2005/01/lirih-perih.html' title='Lirih Perih'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-110510864103183336</id><published>2005-01-07T21:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T21:37:21.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luruh Jiwa</title><content type='html'>Merah angkasa menuruni kalbu&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama lagi kegelapan meluruhi jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Senja tidak lagi&lt;br /&gt;Malam belum lagi menjelang&lt;br /&gt;Apakah hari telah berakhir... &lt;br /&gt;...mungkin..&lt;br /&gt;Akankah sinaran senja menerangi &lt;br /&gt;Akankah sang malam memberi titik terang&lt;br /&gt;Lirih&lt;br /&gt;Memanggil nama&lt;br /&gt;Perih&lt;br /&gt;Terasa hampa&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa ada penerang jiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-110510864103183336?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/110510864103183336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=110510864103183336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110510864103183336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110510864103183336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2005/01/luruh-jiwa.html' title='Luruh Jiwa'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-110412249109876983</id><published>2004-12-27T11:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T11:41:31.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elegi Tanpa Arti</title><content type='html'>Manusia diciptakan berpasang-pasangan&lt;br /&gt;Ada anak dan orang tuanya&lt;br /&gt;Ada adik dan kakaknya&lt;br /&gt;Ada kita dan sahabat kita&lt;br /&gt;Ada kita dan orang yang kita cintai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenapa manusia menghabiskan waktu mencari kecocokan&lt;br /&gt;Bukan dari yang telah ada&lt;br /&gt;Karena yang ada belum tentu yang bisa menerima&lt;br /&gt;Belum tentu bisa memberi&lt;br /&gt;Belum tentu memberikan kebahagiaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah pasangan-pasangan kehidupan itu selalu berdasarkan kesamarataan&lt;br /&gt;Apakah pasangan-pasangan kehidupan itu selalu berdasarkan persamaan&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ini apakah itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu..&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana dengan si miskin.. apakah dia harus selalu bersama dengan miskin-miskin yang lain&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana dengan si bodoh.. apakah dia harus selalu bersama bodoh-bodoh yang lain&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana dengan si cacat.. apakah dia harus selalu bersama cacat-cacat yang lain&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana ini bagaimana itu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau saja dunia menyapa dengan hati.. bukan dengan mata yang tertutup dengan ekspektasi..&lt;br /&gt;Bisa jadi pasangan kehidupan yang dicari telah ada di depan mata tanpa disadari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-110412249109876983?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-110363350117792409</id><published>2004-12-21T19:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T19:51:41.176+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beri Aku Sayap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;beri aku sayap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;agar aku bisa terbang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;meninggalkan semuanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;mencari suatu dunia baru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dunia yang bisa menerimaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dunia yang bisa memberiku senyuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;aku ingin terbang ke awan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;agar aku bisa menenangkan hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;tanpa ada teman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;beri aku sayap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;agar aku bisa pergi dari duniaku saat ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dunia yang penuh dengan jelaga dan air mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miracle&lt;/span&gt;, tercetak dalam edisi perdana &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CopyPaste&lt;/span&gt;, booklet gratis yang berisi 24 puisi, 1 cerpen, 3 prosa, dari 15 kontributor dengan nickname yang berbeda. Sebagian besar karya mereka sudah dimuat di forum.Webgaul.com.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, what was written above, just hit me. Big time.  I dont know whether this world is just too complicated for me to live in. Or is it me who is not really that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-110363350117792409?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/110363350117792409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=110363350117792409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110363350117792409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110363350117792409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/12/beri-aku-sayap.html' title='Beri Aku Sayap'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-110230737259544728</id><published>2004-12-06T10:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:29:32.596+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menunggu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-110230737259544728?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/110230737259544728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=110230737259544728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110230737259544728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110230737259544728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/12/menunggu.html' title='Menunggu'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-110108766774584135</id><published>2004-11-22T08:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T08:48:22.953+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada Kalanya</title><content type='html'>Kadang matahari bertahan, walau di musim hujan&lt;br /&gt;Kadang orang tua menghukum, walau rasa sayang tak berkurang&lt;br /&gt;Kadang rasa cukup tak kunjung datang, walau berkelimpahan&lt;br /&gt;Kadang cinta menusuk, walau wanginya menyelubungi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang...&lt;br /&gt;Ada kalanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selalu ada yang membuat satu senyum tertahan&lt;br /&gt;Selalu ada yang merangkai cerita berawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang... &lt;br /&gt;Ada kalanya juga...&lt;br /&gt;Satu senyuman dibutuhkan&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sebagai hasil dari suatu kebahagiaan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sebagai awal dari satu hari yang membahagiakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kalanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-110108766774584135?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-110065892864683790</id><published>2004-11-17T09:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:31:03.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In Life Out</title><content type='html'>Just before I close my eyes last night&lt;br /&gt;My whole life and dreams flashed before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;All the happiness I might have &lt;br /&gt;All the bitterness I might taste&lt;br /&gt;Worried...&lt;br /&gt;Scared...&lt;br /&gt;Petrified...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the acceptance&lt;br /&gt;Nor it is to deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is where the path leads after a soul is parting from the flesh..&lt;br /&gt;Where to.. that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-110065892864683790?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/110065892864683790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=110065892864683790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110065892864683790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/110065892864683790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-in-life-out.html' title='Life In Life Out'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109962560330058298</id><published>2004-11-05T09:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:31:57.700+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Love</title><content type='html'>Dear Love, &lt;br /&gt;When you knocked on my door&lt;br /&gt;I feel relieve&lt;br /&gt;When you whispered through my ears&lt;br /&gt;I feel comfort&lt;br /&gt;When you covered me the whole night&lt;br /&gt;I feel safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Love, &lt;br /&gt;When you're not around&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109962560330058298?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109962560330058298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109962560330058298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109962560330058298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109962560330058298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-love.html' title='Dear Love'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109953366399865277</id><published>2004-11-04T08:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:32:48.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk Mencinta</title><content type='html'>Ingin rasanya&lt;br /&gt;Bersama-sama&lt;br /&gt;Sapa sang pagi&lt;br /&gt;Berjalan dengan gelap malam&lt;br /&gt;Nikmati waktu&lt;br /&gt;Jadikannya berharga&lt;br /&gt;..bersama-sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya keinginan yang sederhana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan...&lt;br /&gt;Aku membenci diriku karena tidak ada yang bisa dilakukan&lt;br /&gt;Kecuali menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mencinta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109953366399865277?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109939971043993240</id><published>2004-11-02T19:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:34:41.973+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragility </title><content type='html'>I want to inhale&lt;br /&gt;...there wasn't enough air&lt;br /&gt;I want to exhale&lt;br /&gt;...i wasn't inhaling enough&lt;br /&gt;Why even to breath is a hard thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating, but I'm not breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109939971043993240?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109939971043993240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109939971043993240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109939971043993240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109939971043993240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/11/fragility.html' title='Fragility '/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109928092116336481</id><published>2004-11-01T10:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:35:39.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You, Period.</title><content type='html'>This tune is all around me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When can I see you again &lt;br /&gt;When can my heart beat again &lt;br /&gt;When can I see you again &lt;br /&gt;When can I breathe once again &lt;br /&gt;And when can I see you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babyface sang that song this morning. &lt;br /&gt;A or so called perfect song, in a perfect morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that my body would react the same as my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Why can't my heart control my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has touched my body and my soul. &lt;br /&gt;It freaks me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109928092116336481?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109928092116336481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109928092116336481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109928092116336481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109928092116336481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-love-you-period.html' title='I Love You, Period.'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109862535070750848</id><published>2004-10-24T20:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:39:27.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapuh</title><content type='html'>Beratnya konsekuensi yang ada&lt;br /&gt;Hanya hadir di saat panggilan terakhir&lt;br /&gt;Hilang...&lt;br /&gt;tidak juga&lt;br /&gt;Hampa...&lt;br /&gt;bukan yang terasa&lt;br /&gt;Sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;tidak lagi&lt;br /&gt;Hanya ada satu rasa yang baru&lt;br /&gt;Satu rasa yang sepertinya, dulu, tak akan datang lagi&lt;br /&gt;Rapuh. &lt;br /&gt;Kerapuhan yang begitu indah terasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109862535070750848?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109862535070750848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109862535070750848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109862535070750848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109862535070750848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/10/rapuh.html' title='Rapuh'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109801648556877682</id><published>2004-10-17T19:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:04:34.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>- - - </title><content type='html'>Satu jam&lt;br /&gt;Dua jam&lt;br /&gt;Tiga jam&lt;br /&gt;...sampai sekian jam sudah tak terasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin hanya diri sendiri yang merasa&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin juga dia merasakan&lt;br /&gt;Sepi karena sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Ramai dengan memori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berhenti pada satu waktu&lt;br /&gt;Waktu yang membuatku tersenyum&lt;br /&gt;Waktu yang telah membuatku nyaman&lt;br /&gt;Waktu yang terkadang membuatku lelah&lt;br /&gt;......karena bahagia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya ingin bersama dengan cintaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;....as simple as that...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109801648556877682?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109801648556877682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109801648556877682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109801648556877682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109801648556877682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title='- - - '/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109713375755876065</id><published>2004-10-07T14:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:45:45.133+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentum</title><content type='html'>Hari itu aku berjalan&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa ada kepastian&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa&lt;br /&gt;Bukanlah niatku&lt;br /&gt;Untuk bertemu&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun janji sudah disepakati&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin kembali&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa harus bertemu&lt;br /&gt;Dan.. Mengenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila yang kurasa hanya harapan hampa &lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin lari &lt;br /&gt;Sebelum ini semakin menjadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku menjalankan tubuhku&lt;br /&gt;Menggerakkan hariku&lt;br /&gt;Mengisi benakku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejuk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu yang kurasa..&lt;br /&gt;Aku jatuh cinta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109713375755876065?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109713375755876065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109713375755876065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109713375755876065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109713375755876065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/10/momentum.html' title='Momentum'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109651774072028823</id><published>2004-09-30T11:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:46:40.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>The days gaze at the bright space&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the eyes of surprise&lt;br /&gt;Simply feel the chill and be thrilled&lt;br /&gt;I am flying over the feeling&lt;br /&gt;A simple feeling, hope that is not fading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You. &lt;br /&gt;*Untuk Dia, yang selalu menjawab doa*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109651774072028823?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109651774072028823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109651774072028823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109651774072028823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109651774072028823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109582415126497252</id><published>2004-09-22T10:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:47:53.990+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to be followed?</title><content type='html'>People Says Follow Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;It Will Not Spoken&lt;br /&gt;But It Will Give An Enormous Sign&lt;br /&gt;Will One Believe It&lt;br /&gt;Will One Choose Not To Believe It&lt;br /&gt;I chose not to&lt;br /&gt;And I Am  sorry  not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109582415126497252?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109582415126497252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109582415126497252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109582415126497252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109582415126497252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/09/heart-to-be-followed.html' title='Heart to be followed?'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109478711373097045</id><published>2004-09-10T10:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:50:37.213+07:00</updated><title type='text'>No</title><content type='html'>---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;No soul&lt;br /&gt;No hope&lt;br /&gt;No spirit&lt;br /&gt;No heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Plain&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Should?&lt;br /&gt;Only a question&lt;br /&gt;A matter of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;No Butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Could be&lt;br /&gt;No Flowers&lt;br /&gt;I dont like flowers anyway&lt;br /&gt;No-thing&lt;br /&gt;Says who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying?&lt;br /&gt;Un-answered&lt;br /&gt;For Now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not tommorow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109478711373097045?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109478711373097045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109478711373097045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109478711373097045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109478711373097045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/09/no.html' title='No'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109447925532606085</id><published>2004-09-06T20:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:52:28.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Detak jantung berjalan menyusuri malam&lt;br /&gt;Menghitung langkah dalam kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;Mencari satu titik untuk berpijak&lt;br /&gt;Yang kini terasa bergetar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ada rona jiwa yang tersisa&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kegelapan yang semakin terang&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kesunyian yang semakin keras&lt;br /&gt;Hanya angin yang membelai dengan lembut&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun desiran itu tak bergeming untuk ucapkan kepastian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109447925532606085?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109447925532606085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109447925532606085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109447925532606085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109447925532606085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109402711010225948</id><published>2004-09-01T15:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:57:18.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Leave – Last Day Of August 2004</title><content type='html'>Wow.. I had a blast at the last day of August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is for chance of sleeping in until 7 am. That’s like a very rare morning call for me. Considering that I usually got myself up at 6. An hour extra is totally meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two is for dressing up in my new shirt. It’s white and it looks gorgeous on me. Yesterday I met up with NORTH, a new boys band from down under. Didn’t really know what to expect, but I did my research, so I was pretty sure that the all day interview would work out just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is for meeting up North. Thanh, Scott, Beau, and Alf(too bad for being not well all day) was quite nice. Even if people might call them as another boy band, but I think what they’ve done to reach what they’ve been dreaming of is worth to learn. Wanna know North? Check www.northofficial.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four is for meeting DT, a gorgeous one from the famous past. Could only have a few words and a quietly peek. I just simply admire this figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five is for meeting and spent (almost) the rest of the night with The-Hug. Being with, is  a bless. Affection in a mysterious way. No words needed. Simply touch by the atmosphere. I could’ve stayed. Just that, there were no love. No chemistry. I left. Love Oh Love.. When shall thy come…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109402711010225948?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109402711010225948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109402711010225948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109402711010225948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109402711010225948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/09/annual-leave-last-day-of-august-2004.html' title='Annual Leave – Last Day Of August 2004'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109373914525266538</id><published>2004-08-29T07:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:55:08.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>The sky above was a clear horizon&lt;br /&gt;Even in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancing light moved so fast&lt;br /&gt;And so did  I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweat was dripping down&lt;br /&gt;While the music was beating up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was as light as a feather&lt;br /&gt;Kissing the air and touch the breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was scary and blury&lt;br /&gt;But yet, i felt the glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... it is too similar with being in love to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109373914525266538?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109373914525266538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109373914525266538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109373914525266538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109373914525266538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/08/anti-ecstasy.html' title='Anti Ecstasy'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109357843659177599</id><published>2004-08-27T10:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:58:27.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Threat</title><content type='html'>When being friendly is considered a threat&lt;br /&gt;You smile&lt;br /&gt;You shake hands&lt;br /&gt;You share words&lt;br /&gt;You share thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Basically being a friend&lt;br /&gt;Without any other intention&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, u're a threat&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109357843659177599?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109357843659177599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109357843659177599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109357843659177599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109357843659177599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/08/threat.html' title='A Threat'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109299757691411753</id><published>2004-08-20T17:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:09:32.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compiling Histories</title><content type='html'>To compile a history,&lt;br /&gt;Is never easy. &lt;br /&gt;Good one is a treasury. &lt;br /&gt;The other one could be a misery. &lt;br /&gt;But it's a history.&lt;br /&gt;To compile a history, &lt;br /&gt;drives me weary.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what kind of memory. &lt;br /&gt;It's a part of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk Bapak. Yang selalu jadi idolaku. &lt;br /&gt;Sedikitnya dirimu, selalu mengisi hariku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109299757691411753?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109299757691411753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109299757691411753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109299757691411753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109299757691411753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/08/compiling-histories.html' title='Compiling Histories'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109264100441127785</id><published>2004-08-16T13:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:20:11.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Is Where The Angel Stay To Comfort</title><content type='html'>Have you ever ask yourself, for whom is it that you do the things you do everyday? Yes, we could have answer it with ‘ for ourself’. I know I would. But last weekend, Something came up, and completely change my own answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deary mother was at the mall with my sis. They went out for a movie. I was suppose to pick them up. Not something that I do it in a regular base. But I did. As I waited for them to finish the movie, I was window shopping to this Ahlete’s Foot. Normally, I would pick up which one is it that suit me the best. Or, which one is it that I could give to my flirt or so called lover. I did think that way also. But as my eyes were captured by this cute little red fitness sneakers, I said to myself, this’ll look good on my mom at her aerobic session. And, so, as soon as she called and told me that she was done with the movie, I rushed her to try on the sneakers. I didn’t take no as an answer. I got her the red sneakers. Her eyes were smiling. I was home happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that nite, since that was Saturday, I went out to Colors with some buds, and meet up the others for an event that Hard Rock had. We were partying. Not the wildest. But, it was hard enough. I didn’t come home that nite. Crashed in my best bud’s. When I came home, I was told that my mom just got back from ‘gerak jalan’, and find a glorious moment with her gank. They were asking, how could she end up with the red sneakers, the happening red sneakers. She felt like a trend setter, I guess. Moreover on the story, she told me that she was also quite occupied in answering her friends questions about my TV talkshow with Miss Universe just the nite before. Her Eyes were smiling. I was home happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short break, I find myself preparing for a weekend job. Being a host of a two hours even that my ‘campus’ held in the mall. I don’t feel like hangout that nite. So, I went home directly, with a quick stop by at the tukang terang bulan. My mom loves terang bulan. I got her the special one. Well, It was only a ‘terang bulan’. But again, Her Eyes were smiling. I was home happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well, it wasn’t the most glorious weekend. But I’m so glad I find the real answer. If anyone ask: for whom is it that I do the things I do everyday, I would definitely answer it 'for HOME'. Cause in my Home, my Angel’s eyes will smile to give me the comfort. And I feel comfort just by comforting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109264100441127785?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109264100441127785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109264100441127785' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109264100441127785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109264100441127785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/08/home-is-where-angel-stay-to-comfort.html' title='Home Is Where The Angel Stay To Comfort'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109240321285656303</id><published>2004-08-13T20:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:21:02.610+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had a blast day. Really. Well, I started early as usual. 7 o'clock at the office. But hay, i left early. 13.00, and I was home. Prepare everything to be on a date with Jeniffer Hawkins, the gal who actually got the universe crown this year. So, I put up a light grey shirt, and a match tie for that, which I ended up not using also. Telkom, the sponsor wants me to use their shirt instead. But there I finally met her at 3. The woman whom a lot of people named her as the most beautiful woman this year. It was a full 20 minutes interview, covered by a local TV. She was beautiful, nice, and friendly. Eventhough, at the end of the chat, i feel that Amelia Vega - Miss Universe also whom I met last year - is a lot nicer. Felt like Amelia has more inner beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/itsmink/missuni.txt"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Huh! Enough with the beauty talk. After a glossy afternoon, I spend a bit time with sum crowds. A Crowd where I enjoyed so much, eventhough sometime I feel that I dont quite know how to fit in there. Anw, just before 8 pm, I was back at the Hard Rock. Meeting some friends. Chat a while, and got my soul stolen. For no reason why, i lost my energy. I knew that i still wanna go hang out.. felt like I have no one to go home to. :) And So.. I went home, with an empty mind and soul. Thankfully, I woke up fully charge &amp; fresh in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. But Am I Really Home. Home Is Where The Heart Is. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109240321285656303?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109240321285656303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109240321285656303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109240321285656303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109240321285656303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109218902490446210</id><published>2004-08-11T08:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:22:26.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Life</title><content type='html'>Gotta admit. I was pretty occupied with myself lately. Not in a good way, but in -point of no return- way. At one period, i just felt that empty. My life is colorful, am single and fabulous(I think), but it was just empty. I couldn't even find one thing to write, from many things that had happened. But y'know what, i am back. And I will share more of my enormous inner here. Well, at least trying to anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life, getting more and more excited. In a lot of ways. Knowing my self from within is never easy. Or so I thought and still think. But, it was just a part of life. Discovering that sometime we just have to be versatile. In Respons-ible and respons-able. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Life? Love has been kind to me. At least it gave me a sting of feeling every now and then. One person come after another. Never really gone that far. But each one of them have a separate room within. The romantic one, the fool one, the weird one, the -looking for sex- one, the misterious one, and the denial one(well, got this one a lot). I still haven found what I'm looking for though. A partner for a complete soul and mind. Huh! I guess that wouldn't be easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friendship is happening. Never had that much of a real crowd. But I have them. A real one. &lt;br /&gt;Still, what i have for the closest ones around daily is merely a real friendship one. Hey, that is just life. Gotta pick one sometime. A friendship or a Netship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my footprints on back to life, August 11, 2004. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109218902490446210?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109218902490446210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109218902490446210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109218902490446210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109218902490446210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/08/back-to-life.html' title='Back To Life'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109153751000013308</id><published>2004-08-03T19:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:24:02.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is Priceless</title><content type='html'>24 by 60 is never enough .&lt;br /&gt;Work, play, sleep, and eat.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime we just never get enough.&lt;br /&gt;Try to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;When the clock stop at your very own time.&lt;br /&gt;When you have all the time needed.&lt;br /&gt;But you just dont have the energy.&lt;br /&gt;That's where it feels time is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;Cause time its priceless, You dont want it turns useless. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109153751000013308?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109153751000013308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109153751000013308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109153751000013308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109153751000013308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/08/time-is-priceless.html' title='Time Is Priceless'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109102314363369216</id><published>2004-07-28T20:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:26:05.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/itsmink/mirzalucu4.txt"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/itsmink/mirzahcos.txt"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/itsmink/mirzanescafe3.txt"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/itsmink/mirzanesc.txt"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/itsmink/mirzaspi2.txt"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109102314363369216?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109102314363369216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109102314363369216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109102314363369216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109102314363369216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-friends-i_28.html' title='My Friends &amp; I'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-109102299319386958</id><published>2004-07-28T20:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:27:23.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/itsmink/mirzasiaranloh.txt"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-109102299319386958?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/109102299319386958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=109102299319386958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109102299319386958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/109102299319386958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/07/siaran.html' title='Siaran'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108985561710009188</id><published>2004-07-15T08:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:39:22.356+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>I know my time will come.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont know that it's coming this soon.&lt;br /&gt;Where expectation only means symphaty. &lt;br /&gt;Where a journey only walks on the path of a treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;Where a star only lights as &lt;em&gt;a glow on the dark &lt;/em&gt;thing. &lt;br /&gt;I am breathing. &lt;br /&gt;I am laughing. &lt;br /&gt;I am cheering. &lt;br /&gt;But I have lost the soul. &lt;br /&gt;I am dead. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108985561710009188?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108985561710009188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108985561710009188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108985561710009188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108985561710009188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/07/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108985556477623864</id><published>2004-07-15T08:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:41:15.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truman Show</title><content type='html'>My name is Truman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not what they seem to me. &lt;br /&gt;The friends are actors.&lt;br /&gt;The home is a set.&lt;br /&gt;The Sky is artificial. &lt;br /&gt;The sea made from the tears. &lt;br /&gt;I am dead.&lt;br /&gt;The greetings are lame.  &lt;br /&gt;And oh.. in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108985556477623864?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108985556477623864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108985556477623864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108985556477623864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108985556477623864'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108815461408411321?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108815461408411321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108815461408411321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108815461408411321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108815461408411321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/06/they-say.html' title='They say'/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108761605654080493</id><published>2004-06-19T10:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T10:34:16.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jangan sembarang menyepelekan kata &lt;strong&gt;pembantu&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lesson I learned, the word 'assistant'(gitu kan bahasa kerennya) could be a killing word! Untuk mendapat posisi 'pembantu', seseorang benar-benar bisa membunuh. Bisa mengucapkan kata yang disadari atau tidak menyakiti hati orang lain. Bisa menyebar kebohongan. Bisa mempropagandakan sesuatu yang tidak benar. Scary! Memang sih tergantung pembantu macam apa yang diperebutkan. Mulai dari Pembantu Gubernur (or so called Wakil), pembantu Presiden (or so called wapres), sampai pembantu rumah tangga bule(or so called TKI - TKW), banyak hal 'nista' yang dilakukan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Question is one. How low can u go to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108761605654080493?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108761605654080493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108761605654080493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108761605654080493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108761605654080493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/06/jangan-sembarang-menyepelekan-kata.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108674842459727268</id><published>2004-06-09T09:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T16:56:55.276+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE FOOLOSOPHY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is growing. But where is the path leading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 8:47 am 24 MAY 04&lt;br /&gt;Met pagi! gmn tidurnya smalem? kesampean kan punya tidur berkualitas? niy dah d kantor yak? well have a nice day deh... c u soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 10:57 pm 25 MAY 04&lt;br /&gt;yeah, honestly that's so weird! But it's gonna be even more weird because i feel the same thing! i miss u too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 1:32 am 29 MAY 04&lt;br /&gt;thankz a bunch for taking me home yah! udah di kamar lagi kan niy? iya niy badanku agak nggak enak but i already took some medicine.. hope i'll be okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(+) 2:42 pm 29 MAY 04&lt;br /&gt;....When u say u love me, do u know how i love u?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 5:31 pm 29 MAY 04&lt;br /&gt;kok tadi malem aku sms gak d bales siy.. tadi sama mama pergi kmana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(+) 11:41 pm 29 MAY 04&lt;br /&gt;Well, believe me u will if u keep telling ur mind that your feeling is right but he is not putting u as his first priority, u can overcome it sooner or later and i am always ready for ur hard time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 4:49 pm 2 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;bo'ong deng! aku jadi kangen kok sama kamu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 5:17 pm 2 JUNE 04 &lt;br /&gt;no replies yak? ..dan hatiku tersisa sini, bahagianya bila ada kamu.. takkan habis - shanty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 5:17 pm 4 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;deu, abis ciuman ampe pagi ya mas?! sama sapa tuuww?! btw, thx 4 shantynya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 9:26 pm 4 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;Being truth, that's on my mind now.. I still don't think that it's gonna work.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 12:40 am 7 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;aku tadi sholat dan di salah satu doaku, aku minta supaya Allah tetep ngijinin kamu jd temenku.. setidaknya untuk berbagi cerita..sebagai pengangkat beban..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 5:05 pm 8 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;kangen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 10:47 pm 8 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;penjelasan selanjutnya bikin kamu tambah sakit.. jd aku gak tau musti ngapain krn aku sayang sama kamu! in different way.. aku gak mau kamu sakit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 10:54 pm 8 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;U know people around me! inside my heart i'm curious of their lifes. And because i'm not sure that i'm not one of them.. gw cuma pengen tau aja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 10:59 pm 8 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;karna gw ngrasa nyaman dgn flitingan loe waktu itu. Jujur gw deg2an! wah gw jatuh cinta neh! tp pas qta make out, gw gak bisa mangkir gw byngin m.o ama orang lain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 11:03 pm 8 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;kamu puas? kamu puas bikin aku makin takut kehilangan kamu? tell me! reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 11:115 pm 8 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;kamu benci aku? aku emang pantes kamu benci.. from the beginning i've told u that i'm a jerk! cuman asal kamu tau klo slamanya aku akan selalu sayang sama kamu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 11:17 pm 8 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;slamet malem, cha.. makasih udah nemenin aku slama ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) 11:34 pm 8 JUNE 04&lt;br /&gt;Give me some reply please. Let me know apapun yang ada di kepalamu dan di hatimu. Please. Jangan bikin aku bingung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when we think we are in something called relationship. All over sudden, confussion come along. Those messages up there are from two persons. One is the one I think I fallin to. The other is from a concern friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108674842459727268?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108674842459727268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108674842459727268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108674842459727268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108674842459727268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/06/love-foolosophy-feeling-is-growing.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108633668071801065</id><published>2004-06-04T15:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T15:11:20.720+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Lips were unsealed&lt;br /&gt;The hugs was very real&lt;br /&gt;The touch is to reveal &lt;br /&gt;The truly longing feeling has been healed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It was just sweet&lt;br /&gt;It made me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dont break my heart by telling me that it was a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Was it a mistake when we're happy of what we were doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108633668071801065?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108633668071801065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108633668071801065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108633668071801065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108633668071801065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/06/lips-were-unsealed-hugs-was-very-real.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108606925272699359</id><published>2004-06-01T12:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T19:44:58.103+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Josh Groban in one of his song says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...When u say you love me, do you know how I love you....?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, darling, you dont have to say that you love me.. &lt;br /&gt;Just feel how I love you. &lt;br /&gt;The feeling is real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108606925272699359?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108606925272699359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108606925272699359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108606925272699359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108606925272699359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/06/josh-groban-in-one-of-his-song-says.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108561776360219287</id><published>2004-05-27T07:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T11:11:40.676+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Engkau seperti kekasihku yang dulu, sungguh hadirmu menyejukkan risau jiwaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seperti Kekasihku - Padi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is right, what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;What is light, what is strong&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, we can't choose the one we love&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, we can't be with the one we fall &lt;br /&gt;If only it's the regular feeling, to a regular figure&lt;br /&gt;None of these would happen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear rascal&lt;br /&gt;What I feel is real&lt;br /&gt;What is unsealed, is an unfinished deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be real&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be a real deal&lt;br /&gt;But what is right is not always be what is strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108561776360219287?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108561776360219287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108561776360219287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108561776360219287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108561776360219287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/05/engkau-seperti-kekasihku-yang-dulu.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108536301471539012</id><published>2004-05-24T08:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T11:57:02.166+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Crush..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that crush stop knocking on my door, it came along a new one. Well, it's  not acctually a such new person, but I didn't expect to feel like that to this one, in a time and place where I could have such chemistry. I dont know whether the cupid has shot me the right feeling, but I do enjoy the chemistry. For, now, I would wait for the chemistry to grow. Is it growing? Beats me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God plays his role in a very misterious way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108536301471539012?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108536301471539012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108536301471539012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108536301471539012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108536301471539012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/05/crush.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108512755622402713</id><published>2004-05-21T15:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T15:19:46.990+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is a regular thing&lt;br /&gt;It comes every now and then&lt;br /&gt;Just when we think that we have the feeling&lt;br /&gt;It came near or it ran &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends..&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who are we falling in to&lt;br /&gt;Is it scary when someone fall in for us&lt;br /&gt;Is it really nice when we are fall in for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends..&lt;br /&gt;Really really depends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108502514443964176</id><published>2004-05-20T10:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T10:52:24.440+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memang salahku yang tak pernah bisa meninggalkan dirinya tuk bersama kamu. &lt;br /&gt;Walau 'tuk trus bersama, kan ada hati yang kan terluka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku Cinta Kau dan Dia - Ahmad Dhani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand what I mean when I say&lt;br /&gt;There's no way we're gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harder To Breathe - Maroon 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya lelaki yang ingin dicintai&lt;br /&gt;Dengan sepenuh hati&lt;br /&gt;Bukan untuk kau lukai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sudahlah - Julliete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108502514443964176?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108502514443964176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108502514443964176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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to keep in silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share the dreams&lt;br /&gt;To share the smile&lt;br /&gt;To share the laughter&lt;br /&gt;To share th joy&lt;br /&gt;Together ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;To live as one&lt;br /&gt;free and gladly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple wish&lt;br /&gt;Simple expectation&lt;br /&gt;Simple dream&lt;br /&gt;Simple life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108479716347403662?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108479716347403662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108479716347403662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108479716347403662'/><link 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have to stop loving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear stranger, &lt;br /&gt;I want us to be closer, &lt;br /&gt;and no longer to be stranger. &lt;br /&gt;But what I want could cost anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving is probably the most relieving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger, I do fall in love with u. &lt;br /&gt;But I just dont know how to define it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108423996878190390?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108423996878190390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108423996878190390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hug. &lt;br /&gt;Feel like not to be hugged. &lt;br /&gt;Feel like no need of anything. &lt;br /&gt;Feel like not getting anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that one could end up senseless. &lt;br /&gt;Or just dont want the feeling to be involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108399080855912219?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108399080855912219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108399080855912219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108399080855912219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Don't feel any pain. &lt;br /&gt;Don't really know what's going on. &lt;br /&gt;Don't have a clue was there any nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;Considering your life is okay, &lt;br /&gt;and there is no such thing that you can call a problemo. &lt;br /&gt;You just sit there.. tearing and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;What the f*#* is going on??!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do tears. &lt;br /&gt;I don't do whine. &lt;br /&gt;I just don't do tears. &lt;br /&gt;But it happened. &lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't stop it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh) am I missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;(sigh) I dont have that love.&lt;br /&gt;(sigh) I am not even sure whether I need one. &lt;br /&gt;I simply miss the thouch. &lt;br /&gt;The real thouch of the real love. &lt;br /&gt;In which I just can't help myself to deny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, get this kind of love away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;written by the melancholy side of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108347847980684428?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108347847980684428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108347847980684428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108347847980684428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108347847980684428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-kinda-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108328874797546647</id><published>2004-04-30T08:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T08:37:26.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For no reason why, this morning I remember bout my one of my best friend. D is her name. She's quite fun, smart, and warm. That why I love to hang around her so much. Y'know, one day, I was at her place. She said she wanted to show me something. D said, she would show me her precious one. I thought, she was going to introduce me to her boy friend or show me a pic of him. But then again, she wanted me to follow her to her room. And guess what guys.. there was a baby there. Her baby. A cute one. She was married (and still is though), but no one knows about that. It shocked me up at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads me on to my question this morning. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the best shock that u ever discovered about your best friend?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Tell me guys. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108328874797546647?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108328874797546647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108328874797546647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108328874797546647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108328874797546647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/for-no-reason-why-this-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108311655484182449</id><published>2004-04-28T08:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T14:26:41.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To deny what is not true, easy. &lt;br /&gt;To deny what is a part true, not so easy. &lt;br /&gt;To deny what is could be true, really not so easy. &lt;br /&gt;To deny what is true, brings u uneasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, they say life is about choice. &lt;br /&gt;Just choose and make no noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to deny what is inside doesnt feel right. &lt;br /&gt;Not denying it, make your heart strangled tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear stranger. &lt;br /&gt;U dont pull the trigger. &lt;br /&gt;I dont pull the trigger. &lt;br /&gt;No one to blame. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be ashame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a no go.&lt;br /&gt;Then one shall not go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear stranger, I'm falling for you, but it is a decision I made to do the best I could, to deny it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108311655484182449?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108311655484182449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108311655484182449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108311655484182449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108311655484182449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/to-deny-what-is-not-true-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108294544610874027</id><published>2004-04-26T09:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T09:14:58.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A true friend, hard to find. &lt;br /&gt;The one that’ll make our days shine. &lt;br /&gt;The one that’ll make the atmosphere fun. &lt;br /&gt;The sincere one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Friends is a lot of kind. &lt;br /&gt;Good one or deceive one. &lt;br /&gt;Hope that u get the good one. &lt;br /&gt;Hope that u’re not the deceive one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life could be the unkind. &lt;br /&gt;Motives could turns the fine. &lt;br /&gt;That’ll stab your heart u from behind. &lt;br /&gt;That’ll wipe away your shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one goes for my friends, good one - deceive one, and myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108294544610874027?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108294544610874027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108294544610874027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108294544610874027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108294544610874027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/true-friend-hard-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108268317803023975</id><published>2004-04-23T08:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:30:51.090+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, it's been a while since I the last time I find something to share on in this page. Anw, Right now, i only have a question. &lt;strong&gt;What is it that you are afraid to lose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed me back your comment guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108268317803023975?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108268317803023975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108268317803023975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108268317803023975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108268317803023975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/good-morning-gee-its-been-while-since.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108250918614346530</id><published>2004-04-21T06:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:04:20.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Robbie says these....:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send someone to love me, I need to rest in arms, Keep me safe from harm, In pouring rain. &lt;br /&gt;Give me endless summer, Lord I fear the cold, Feel I'm getting old, Before my time&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame, I will grow through this pain, Lord I'm doing all I can, To be a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go easy on my conscience, 'Cause it's not my fault, I know I've been taught, To take the blame&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured my angels, Will catch my tears, Walk me out of here, I'm in pain&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame, I will grow through this pain, Lord I'm doing all I can, To be a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've found that lover, You're homeward bound, Love is all around, Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;I know some have fallen, On stony ground, But Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send someone to love me, I need to rest in arms, Keep me safe from harm, In pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Give me endless summer, Lord I fear the cold, Feel I'm getting old, Before my time&lt;br /&gt;As my soul heals the shame, I will grow through this pain, Lord I'm doin' all I can, To be a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lost my trust in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108250918614346530?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108250918614346530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108250918614346530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108250918614346530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108250918614346530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/as-robbie-says-these.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108233786082727171</id><published>2004-04-19T08:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T08:35:09.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"You Want The Truth? You Can't Handle The Truth!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Nicholson as Colonel Jessup in 'A Few Good Men'. 1992. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang memang kebenaran nggak bisa jadi kebenaran ya. Apalagi kalau dilengkapi sama rasa takut dari efek kebenaran itu sendiri. Cuman, kenapa ya banyak yang bilang 'be yourself', sementara nggak bener-bener banyak yang mau jadi dirinya sendiri. Harus 'hidup'. Itu mungkin alasan yang masuk akal. Geee, it'll be such a pain in the ass, if we have to make everybody's happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot change the truth, but the truth can change you. &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;I hope not though. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friends, I just luv the friendships. The truth is out there. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108233786082727171?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108233786082727171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108233786082727171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108233786082727171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108233786082727171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/you-want-truth-you-cant-handle-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108208053507657394</id><published>2004-04-16T08:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T13:17:28.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why can't a blue, be a blue. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we look at one perspective, we might capture the wrong one. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we sense one feeling, we might sense the wrong one. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we think we know one thing, we might not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we even have to let ourself trapped in a room that we don't wanna be in. &lt;br /&gt;Why can't a blue, be a blue. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108208053507657394?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108208053507657394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108208053507657394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108208053507657394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108208053507657394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/why-cant-blue-be-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108181833521281722</id><published>2004-04-13T07:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T08:21:50.483+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wortel Vs. Ayam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x:&lt;/strong&gt; Jadi nyo, gue tadi ke giant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y:&lt;/strong&gt; Makan apa lu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x:&lt;/strong&gt; Noodle-nodle-an gitu. Asian noodle or sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y:&lt;/strong&gt; Gak enak kan disitu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x:&lt;/strong&gt; Gak papa kok. Makanan gue abis. Jarang-jarang gitu makanan gue abis. Tapi tadi gue juga pesen jus wortel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y:&lt;/strong&gt; Jus wortel ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x: &lt;/strong&gt;Iya. Mister wortel kata anak-anak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y: &lt;/strong&gt;Ja, kalo menurut gue yah, elu tuh ayam deh, bukan wortel. Kemana-mana kan elu pesen ayam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x:&lt;/strong&gt; Iya ya? Tapi gak tau ya nyo, akhir-akhir ini kalo keluar ama anak-anak gue sering ditemuin ama wortel. Dulu-dulu, pas jaman sma - smp, gue emang suka wortel. Pas jalan ama anak-anak, wortel is on the menu. Karena ada ya gue pesen aja. Enak juga rasanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wortel Or Ayam. &lt;br /&gt;Life is about Choices. &lt;br /&gt;I chose, and it's not gonna be an easy decision to live with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108181833521281722?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108181833521281722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108181833521281722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108181833521281722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108181833521281722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/wortel-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108166681935048915</id><published>2004-04-11T13:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T14:04:11.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If Life is so short, &lt;br /&gt;I would be with my love one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Life is so short, &lt;br /&gt;I would be be a total moron who oppose all the world thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Life is so short,&lt;br /&gt;I would be a total me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just if. &lt;br /&gt;What if not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108166681935048915?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108166681935048915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108166681935048915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108166681935048915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108166681935048915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/if-life-is-so-short-i-would-be-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108141646290655165</id><published>2004-04-08T16:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T16:39:57.950+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The big difference between sex for money and sex for free, Is that sex for money usually costs a lot less! &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendan Francis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellas, saya lagi butuuh banget hasil survey atas perilaku seks. Particularly, tentang perilaku seks di Indo. Tapi kalau punya data tentang perilaku seks yang secara global di dunia, juga boleh. Pls do submit to my email ya.. sayamirza@hotmail.com, atau mirza@hardrockfm.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot fellas!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108141646290655165?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108141646290655165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108141646290655165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108141646290655165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108141646290655165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/big-difference-between-sex-for-money.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108134458981327423</id><published>2004-04-07T18:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T21:01:40.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love, starts with faith, lives on hope, and dies in distance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So r u starting to believe that there's no future between us? Don't be so pessimistic dear, it's us that are in r'ship not her. Beneran deh, selama ada cinta. &lt;br /&gt;(6:02 pm 30 JAN 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, sorry to disturb u, but i just would like u to know, that i really want u 2 be at my side. Miss ur smile. laughter and kisses. &lt;br /&gt;(1:36 am 8 FEB 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do care much about u dear. Kamu gak bertepuk sebelah tangan lo. Just want to let u know. Mwah. Nite hun. I'm convinced now that u r the 1. &lt;br /&gt;(10:49 pm 24 FEB 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite hun, may the stars watch u when u r sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;(12:03 am 26 FEB 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i miss u already. U've made believe in long distance relationship. &lt;br /&gt;(11:35 pm 25 MAR 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx huney, life sux without u. Hehe luv ya. &lt;br /&gt;(2:56 pm 4 APR 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks 4 being u hun. Berkat kamu aku gak bt lg. Gosh. Love u more by each day. Btw td aku ngucapin 'assalamualaikum' ke calon mertua. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;(10:14 pm 14 APR 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know that i love u so much. &lt;br /&gt;(7:02 pm 21 APR 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira2 seminggu lalu, we were making out. I miss u. And by heavens I love U so much. &lt;br /&gt;(12:11 am 25 APR 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, honey. Aku cuma kesel aja gitu. Tapi tidak lagi. I really appreciate all the things u've done to me. I believe in u and ur love. I love you, sunshine. .&lt;br /&gt;(2:28 1 MAY 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty though. Prolly 'coz i've never given u anything in return. All i could give 2 u now is my undying love. I love you so much. &lt;br /&gt;(5:09 pm 1 MAY 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u, as u may have known i HAD doubts abt ldr. But i'm ready to make the commitments required to make us real. I love u. Really Do. Mwah. &lt;br /&gt;(12:20 am 31 MAY 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doesn't matter who sent message to who. What really count is the feeling was mutual and real. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear. U were the one. Really. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108134458981327423?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108134458981327423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108134458981327423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108134458981327423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108134458981327423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/love-starts-with-faith-lives-on-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108130061343896275</id><published>2004-04-07T08:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:57:14.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WORD UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agnostic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;*= got it yesterday on ym! chat with utin, my -now married- 'history'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definisi www.kamus.web.id, agnostic = tidak percaya pada tuhan / takhyul, kecuali barang yang tampak.&lt;br /&gt;Definisi utin, the girl who spelled it out, agnostic = percaya sama tuhan, tapi nggak terlalu ribet dengan prosesi, atau kepercayaan tertentu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108130061343896275?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108130061343896275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108130061343896275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108130061343896275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108130061343896275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/word-up-agnostic-got-it-yesterday-on.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108125437053105349</id><published>2004-04-06T19:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T08:25:54.390+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of life is too short... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early when I started my day, Movic -one of my campus bud- gave me a call. He said one of our friend passed away in a car accident. Eggy, that was his name. A friend, and a son of my favorite english teacher back in high school. Such a tragic. Considering he was only 20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took-off some of my working hours to greet him a good bye. Honestly, I don't really know him that well, but he surely sent me a message. A question to be answered in a lot of ways. Depends on who's answering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because life is too short... What do you want to..(be/do/have/build/or almost any verb that going with 'what') ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108125437053105349?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108125437053105349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108125437053105349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108125437053105349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108125437053105349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/because-of-life-is-too-short.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108117110853204626</id><published>2004-04-05T19:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T08:27:03.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER LIE IS THE BIGGEST LIE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEMILU. Well, need no comment there, right? I gave my shot, not knowing it was really the right one, but at least I gave it with my heart. &lt;br /&gt;I voted with my fam, plus.... my little 4 years old nephew. He was such a cutie. He even had his finger marked, just to show to my other nephew home, that he also took the election. Gosh, having a kid, -maybe- not really a bad idea at all. But I hate the idea of having to marry someone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta be honest, I lied couple of times today. Wasn't really my favorite thing to do. But, hey, like or not, no one has a pure clean white sheet in their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my day is colored with stupid love thought. As I heard Fiona Apple's 'Accross The Universe', my mind flew away to my last year's 6 months of long distance relationship. Sariyo', my friend, send me mesaage, telling me long distance sucks. It is true. But it gave me a precoius, meaningfull 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distance love - sucks - but be true - in long distance - every kiss, every hug, every word, has more meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the love, dear history. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108117110853204626?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108117110853204626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108117110853204626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108117110853204626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108117110853204626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/never-lie-is-biggest-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702011.post-108108495593951501</id><published>2004-04-04T20:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T20:26:18.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is like a rollercoaster. It gets your heart beaten fast, every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702011-108108495593951501?l=simplymirza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/feeds/108108495593951501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702011&amp;postID=108108495593951501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108108495593951501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702011/posts/default/108108495593951501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplymirza.blogspot.com/2004/04/life-is-like-rollercoaster.html' title=''/><author><name>mirza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198259895682546547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
