<?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-718953629113021737</id><updated>2011-11-08T21:59:22.509+08:00</updated><category term='memories'/><category term='Words'/><title type='text'>butakata</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is La Tessa, and I work against your love suffer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-9078348783459241756</id><published>2011-10-04T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T18:41:20.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruang Uji Mental Seribu Malam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 11.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yang pada a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;walnya dikira akan menjadi rumah aman terakhir, ternyata sudah berubah rupa dan fungsi menjadi ruang uji mental seribu malam. Lalu banyak yang bertanya apa guna diri dalam kubus tak bertuju dan yang terlontar hanya alasan tidak berdasar bahwa masih ada harapan rumah ini untuk menjadi suci kembali. Lalu kembali beberapa para makhluk anti-kerja itu bertanya tentang fungsi diri juga kubah megah tersebut terhadap semesta, yang lainnya sudah cukup paham akan hasrat dan keinginan yang terlontarkan maka mereka berhenti bertanya. Terjawablah pertanyaan tersebut oleh terjadinya kematian seekor lalat karena dilahap dengan nikmat oleh katak buruk rupa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“rantai makanan”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, jelas Artapradha sang angin besar sambil lalu, ketus entah apa yang telah terjadi pada harinya yang seperti biasa tidak pernah sama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Perputaran hidup”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, Genati I Padhu menambahkan, kura-kura bermahkota itu datang tiba-tiba entah darimana asal perjalanannya. Genati yang bijak, Genati yang telah melalui berbagai tingkatan menuju tapa brata, Genati yang sudah lama tidak berbicara bila tidak ada untungnya. Bayang-bayang mulai berlalu, semakin sedikit yang bertahan untuk kerap bertanya. Rantai makanan, perputaran hidup, semua terjadi dalam lingkaran emas yang entah akan sebesar apa lingkupnya, di bawah, di atas, setara, akan ada waktunya, semua akan terasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-9078348783459241756?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/9078348783459241756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/10/ruang-uji-mental-seribu-malam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/9078348783459241756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/9078348783459241756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/10/ruang-uji-mental-seribu-malam.html' title='Ruang Uji Mental Seribu Malam'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6845723434392874204</id><published>2011-08-03T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T02:02:19.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menit Pelangi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lantun lagu kaya irama, bergerak-gerak ikuti alunan nada ingin mengutarakan isi hati paling sempurna. Lalu siapa yang bisa saja diam diri tidak menulis apa-apa selama daya dan hasrat menolaknya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hilang dari peradaban pensil dunia maya selama beberapa detik pelangi, lalu disini saya kembali. Merangkum beberapa menit yang terisi dengan pengalaman luar biasa di dunia nyata. Saya melakukan banyak hal disana, di laut rumput, lapisan udara dan tembok tanah serta kertas biru. Sangat banyak hal yang mungkin akan saya rangkum dalam satu kata sakral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya bertemu banyak manusia, raga yang berisikan jiwa menawan yang lagi, berisikan cerita-cerita moralistik. Saya menenggelamkan diri dalam lautan atmosfir positif selama satu minggu waktu bumi. Saya menguatkan hati untuk mencintai, dan betul saja, saya jatuh cinta. Saya jatuh cinta dengan bumi, dengan isinya. Apa yang bisa dijabarkan disini, semuanya ingin menyemburatkan diri, saya bisa muntah warna disini, semuanya begitu cerah. Yang terjadi, yang terasa, yang di hati, cerah dan warna-warni. Susah bicara dalam bahasa dan kalimat biasa, maka akan kembalilah tangan saya menceritakan yang ada seperti yang sudah-sudah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kisah nyatanya, kaki menuntun saya bertemu jiwa-jiwa hebat, jiwa-jiwa dalam raga yang elok bentuknya, tertuturlah kata hati dalam senyuman penuh arti. Terkikis ego manusia dalam benang merah, merasuklah mereka dalam benang biru batin saya, transformasilah mereka jadi keluarga. Mereka adalah rumah. Yang selalu saya nyanyikan dalam hati, &lt;em&gt;"Home is where my heart is"&lt;/em&gt; terjadi secara sempurna, percaya saya, tergeletaklah cinta dan diri saya dalam mereka, rumah saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mereka yang kehilangan arah, kehilangan yang mereka kira cinta, yang tertuntun oleh ego inderawi dan duniawinya, menyatu dengan lautan rumput, mengatapkan diri dengan langit, lalu kembalikah kami semua di rumah, alam elok raya. Terdengar munafik dan sebagainya, keindahan ini hanya bisa terasa bila kau sudah ada dirumah, maka datanglah. Satu, dua, tiga, seiring dengan detak jantung rusa disana, kami terbuka, terkuak layaknya bunga lotus dipegunungan suci sana, hati menerima dan memberi. Senyum ramah tamah menjadi makanan batin paling lezat. Mengagumkan bagaimana kata-kata "manusia itu berhubungan" terjabarkan isi perutnya, teraplikasikan dan terpuaskan. Untuk menjadi positif, menjaga sesama dan alam raya, menguatkan bakal saya, aplikasikan cinta dan ikhlas, menjadi seseorang yang lebih baik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya menemukan kakak-adik batin saya. Saya menemukan kasih saya. Saya menemukan saudara saya. Saya menemukan arti hidup saya. . Satu kisah yang ingin tertutur, pintanya. Tentu, dengan semua ilmu dan cinta, saya bertemu kembali dengan satu cinta yang lama tidak terasa. Apapun itu namanya, iya saya cinta. Saling mengisi, saling mengingatkan, saling berbagi, merendahkan hati untuk menerima perbedaan, saling menopang dan terbangunlah kami kembali, saya dan dia sudah menemukan satu sama lain, terimakasih keluarga, saya menemukan-"nya". Kemana alam akan membawa kami dan terpisahkanlah suatu masa nanti, dalam detik pelangi ini kami terisi, tanpa lupa cinta lain yang tetap menjadi amunisi, kami keluarga dengan juta warna dan isi, membagi cinta untuk semua, semua, semua hal di bumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Banyak kata "SAYA" di cerita kali ini, bukan self-centered tetapi inilah kisah yang saya rasakan dan alami, anggota keluarga saya yang lainnya memiliki kisah sendiri, semua tertutur berbeda, dengan semangat yang sama, jadi maafkan bila terlihat mengutamakan diri, bukan maksud, saya hanya berbagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kalian semua indah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begitu juga dengan kami,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begitu juga dengan saya,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begitu juga dengan bumi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maka hargai, nikmati, silahkan berbagi dan jaga keindahan ini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♡☮☼&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ॐ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La Tessa Dwadiandra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6845723434392874204?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6845723434392874204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/08/menit-pelangi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6845723434392874204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6845723434392874204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/08/menit-pelangi.html' title='Menit Pelangi'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-2973753591486691618</id><published>2011-06-05T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T01:26:39.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raba Rabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Padang pedang tancap hunus tanah teriak meriang yang gembur tidak lagi tahan. Kecup-kecup kecil dari sarkasme para pendatang memberi kesan tak lagi senang. Apa-apa-apa ingin tuntut apa lagi alam baik ini? Diberi udara dia minta terbang luar angkasa. Diberi air dia minta yang kadaluarsa sumber pemabukan. Diberi lantunan suara indah dia inginkan terasalkan kupu malam desah resah dosa binasa. Tararam, tararam, tararam. Pejalan kaki pengikut intuisi semesta hanya bisa bersenandung dansa tanpa perduli, ada saja para penggila ini. Merasa dirinya suci bagaikan yang baru saja meluruh? Mimpi. Balik lagi pada sang gembur, ia melalap diri sendiri menurunkan derajatnya, biarkan laut kaca yang berkuasa, biar semua biru, semua jadi duyung, berubahlah kalian, kalukan teori evolusi sekali lagi, biarkan aku dikira percampuran ikan nirwana. Eh. Apapun itu namanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh. Ada satu kisah tentang sang Malaikat. Malaikat penjaga rasa, dia sebentar lagi akan berhenti bertugas di hutan belantara nadi. Dia akan berhenti mendengar detak para pencinta, begitupun dengan detaknya sendiri. pernak-pernik di atas kepalanya mulai menjerat rambut dan benang merah mudanya, sebentar lagi akan putus dan mengambil serta rontok rambutnya, hilang cantik raganya, dengan ikhlasnya, bercahayalah cantik batinnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-2973753591486691618?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2973753591486691618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/06/raba-rabi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2973753591486691618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2973753591486691618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/06/raba-rabi.html' title='Raba Rabi'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-5802994728116160841</id><published>2011-05-09T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T01:49:28.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya sedang kehilangan arah. Saya begitu cepat berlari sehingga saya terjatuh dan lupa apa yang baru saja saya lepaskan. Saya kehilangan kendali diri. Pernah suatu hari dulu saya berkata dengan lantangnya bahwa saya akan menghadapi hidup ini dengan sebenar-benarnya. Tetapi saya sedang sedih. Saya sedang kehilangan arah. Saya tidak tahu apa yang akan saya lakukan besok. Saya tidak tahu apa yang akan saya lakukan setelah ini. Saya lelah. Saya ingin menyatakan kepada dunia bahwa saya menyerah. Semuanya memang baik-baik saja, tetapi tidak dengan mental saya. Saya memiliki sejuta harapan, sejuta orang yang sayang, tetapi saya tidak memiliki apa-apa untuk diri saya sendiri. Saya rasa saya sedang sedih, itu saja. Saya tahu saya akan kembali bangkit dan berjalan atau berlari lagi, tapi untuk sekarang, saya sedang menikmati kesedihan ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya belum tahu saya mau apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-5802994728116160841?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5802994728116160841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/05/saya.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5802994728116160841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5802994728116160841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/05/saya.html' title='Saya'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6886150492578355863</id><published>2011-03-19T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T00:44:26.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aib</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terangkat, lalu terjatuh. Saya terangkat, lalu dia membuat saya jatuh, lagi. Bilamana supermoon besok membuat saya merasa lebih baik, saya akan mengukuhkan keinginan saya untuk menghapus harapan masa depan yang malam ini terasa suram, dalam hal berkeluarga. Iya saya takut. Apa pula ini, senang sedih dalam satu menit yang sama. Bahkan para manusia baru tidak memiliki sifat demikian. Terlalu gila rasanya untuk saya terus mengayomi pribadian saya yang lain, harus terhapuskan. Bukan triteisme, biarkan saya jadi monoteis yang percaya akan diri saya sendiri hanya berdiri dalam satu pribadi. Sialan. TERNYATA saya masih menjadi aib dari seorang yang katakan cinta setiap hari. Apa maunyapun saya tidak tahu. Merengkuh alam bukan satu jawaban atau suatu harapan, tetapi lebih ke betapa mirisnya hidup saya detik ini karena saya mempercayai seseorang begitu asiknya sehingga saya membiarkan diri saya sendiri berkhayal ke duapuluh tahun kedepan. Sekali lagi ini super sialan. Bicara saja tidak beraturan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau kamu membaca, maafkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6886150492578355863?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6886150492578355863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/aib.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6886150492578355863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6886150492578355863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/aib.html' title='Aib'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-4387869738322231516</id><published>2011-03-14T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:37:25.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tritunggal. Kontroversi sarat imaji.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peranakan dari pertanyaan dan pernyataan lalu berubah membesar tanpa ada yang tahu asal muasal, menjadi kepercayaan. Cekcok antara diri, satu percaya dan satu buku suci, mereka tidak tahu yang sebenarnya terjadi didalam kubah yang mereka anggap rumah bagi ruh paling berkuasa. Mereka tidak tahu adanya kontroversi sarat imaji, mereka tidak tahu adanya konspirasi, ketika segalanya bahkan kepercayaan terpolitisir oleh para manusia yang takut mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lalu sebenarnya mereka tahu apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila yang mereka percaya ternyata hanya rekayasa. Penjabaran tentang sesuatu yang dengan bodohnya dilihat dengan kasat mata. Mereka menghindari keraguan atas kepercayaan mereka sendiri. Sekali lagi kontroversi dan oposisi dari dalam hati. Bodoh dan mengagumkan, bagaimana cara mereka semua mempercayai apa yang sudah terkontaminasi.&lt;br /&gt;Kata-katanya masih meragukan, bisa dipertanyakan dan belum diperbaharui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lalu apa yang sebenarnya mereka percaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-4387869738322231516?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4387869738322231516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/tritunggal-kontroversi-sarat-imaji.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4387869738322231516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4387869738322231516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/tritunggal-kontroversi-sarat-imaji.html' title='Tritunggal. Kontroversi sarat imaji.'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-7647144541456920871</id><published>2011-03-13T04:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T04:38:53.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apapun Yang Aku Mau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rancu atas racun didalam dunia yang dikira terbelah menjadi dua. Kata para manusia monoton itu, dunia sudah terbalik, tetapi mengapa harus ikuti apa kata mereka, bila aku ingin, bisa kubalikan menjadi vertikal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apapun yang aku mau. &lt;/span&gt;Dedikasi diri sudah merajalela dan terpatri dalam irama diatas pukul tiga, dibawah tekanan uap dan cerita, saya ada ditangan sang raja ego. Bukan cinta buta atas kisah berujung kematian bersama, tetapi adanya harapan kecil dua malaikat yang memabukkan akan menjadi hiasan hati. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senja dan Tekha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baru saja menyelesaikan lantunan selamat tidur, untuk si empunya cinta dan materi, serta untuk mereka berdua, di surga. Mereka menunggu untuk dikeluarkan perintah dari semesta dan konstelasi jagat raya. Sepertinya perjalanan menuju sana menjadi sulit atas diri sendiri dan dirinya, harus berhenti berbuat onar dan mulai menata. Menata rumah aman yang sudah dengan cantiknya dihancurkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat mencoba,&lt;br /&gt;Selamat mencinta tanpa balasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-7647144541456920871?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7647144541456920871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/apapun-yang-aku-mau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7647144541456920871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7647144541456920871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/apapun-yang-aku-mau.html' title='Apapun Yang Aku Mau'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-3128579517480597022</id><published>2011-03-10T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T03:31:43.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racun Resah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kali ini pintunya sudah ditutup. Sudah merata dan meraja. Kamu dan egoismu tentang kerinduan berlebih sudah terlalu melampaui batas. Silahkan menggila dan merajam dirimu dengan resah tanpa ada penawarnya. Saya akan melanglang buana tanpa ada beban tentang masa depan, malam ini kamu benar-benar melepasnya. Kecewa saya tentang sepersejuta abad kamu berdiam aksi mencoba untuk memaafkan diri sendiri, setelah celah diberi, kembaliku tercaci bertubi dengan kata "...". Saya punya batas akan memaafkan, tidak, tetapi kamu sudah membuat batasan baru untuk dirimu sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rindu resah juga saya rasa, tetapi bukan begitu cara ekspresikannya. Meresahkan dan merisihkan, sedih rasanya ketika jam lalu kita membicarakan tentang kemungkinan akan bersama, kandas secepat cahaya. Anehnya, setiap ada wacana atau kata, pasti berujung urat dan diam tanpa lanjut kata. Tai kucing. Ya begitulah kira-kira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kamu pas untuk dibawa merajalela di atas angin dunia, tetapi kamu membuat parasut angkara, sungguh tolol. Iya saya hapus kamu dari dunia maya, mungkin suatu hari kita akan bertemu di dunia nyata, mungkin lagi akan hanya menjadi wacana. Ok terserah apa kata Bapak Waktu, biarkan dia melancarkan aksinya, saya tidak perduli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Silahkan mengumbar cinta, silahkan bersama seseorang lainnya. Saya akan tetap berdiri disini, berjalan kaki, mungkin lari, sendiri. Puas? Iya. Saya tidak ada lagi gambaran tentang hidup bersama seseorang, bahkan bersama Anda. Silahkan meracuni diri dengan resah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mengesalkan...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-3128579517480597022?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3128579517480597022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/racun-resah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3128579517480597022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3128579517480597022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/racun-resah.html' title='Racun Resah'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-5095831813629691723</id><published>2011-03-09T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:21:03.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Definition of Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a powerless dream we got, we took and we embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the sake of Father Time we eliminate the illuminated source of light. Float away. Never mind the sunrise which woke your body up, let them go. Keep on being unconscious. Spread the real reality that the real world is when you're asleep. Stop following the rule about reality is where dream comes true, by doing activities normally, it won't ever be, so stay asleep.&lt;br /&gt;As the dusk opens the curtain of the mare, don't take it as the night. There's no bad dreams. It's reality with no gravity. As much as I love the rays, just wake up after sunset. you can feel the dream in what people called "reality". About the float in "real" life, we have grass. We have pills. We have everything you need to stay being the "anti-gravity" people. Now you ask yourself, why are those things discovered? It's because we want vivids more than normality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So now, go to sleep, go to the place where we actually belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-5095831813629691723?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5095831813629691723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-definition-of-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5095831813629691723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5095831813629691723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-definition-of-reality.html' title='A New Definition of Reality'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-2575253229223500530</id><published>2011-03-06T05:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T05:45:00.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bismillah. Saya akan pergi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Untung saja saya dibawah alam sadar. Kalau tidak saya akan enyah dari dunia terbawa air mata. lalu harus berbuat apa, yang saya sajikan hanyalah kekecewaan kekal. Yang tercitra dimata mereka adalah saya dan kenakalan saya. Tidak pernah sekalipun tersaji saya yang berusaha keras memuaskan hati dan membuat mereka bangga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saya kerja.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saya mencari uang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saya mencari cara agar mereka tidak lagi terbeban.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. Iya. Bagi mereka saya hanyalah beban semata. Anak yang tidak tahu diuntung, tetap berhubungan dengan satu-satunya manusia yang mereka laknat. Seseorang yang memberi saya jalan untuk berkarya dan menghasilkan uang. Mereka melaknatnya, hampir membunuhnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saya disini menyatakan akan menghilang dari dunia. Suatu hari kalian menemukan saya, saya adalah seorang manusia yang berhasil dalam apapun yang saya lakukan. Akan saya cari materi untuk melanjutkan kuliah, akan saya cari materi agar saya tetap bertahan hidup. Saya, disini akan berhenti bergantung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saya akan membuat mereka bangga suatu hari nanti. Akan menyakitkan untuk menghilang dari peredaran di era informatika. Tetapi ini akan mendewasakan saya. Siapapun kalian disana, maafkan saya. Saya akan belajar kerasnya hidup yang begitu-begitu saja. Saya akan bertahan. Saya akan buktikan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Novia, maafkan saya akan meninggalkan kamu dibawah angin diatas mata-mata. Saya akan pergi untuk mencari bukti. Saya akan berhasil bagaimanapun caranya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maafkan saya semuanya. Saya mungkin akan kembali ke itenas, mungkin tidak. Saya tidak tahu. Dengan 150rb terakhir, saya akan melancong mencari jati diri dan berhenti menyakiti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bismillah. Sekali lagi maafkan saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-2575253229223500530?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2575253229223500530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/bismillah-saya-akan-pergi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2575253229223500530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2575253229223500530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/bismillah-saya-akan-pergi.html' title='Bismillah. Saya akan pergi.'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6419788279182637899</id><published>2011-03-05T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:55:05.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pada dasarnya, saya hanya ingin waktu bebas tanpa beban dan ikatan. Sampai waktu yang belum dapat saya tentukan. Untuk yang tersakiti, maafkan. Kalau enyah adalah hal yang lebih baik untuk saya lakukan, maka akan. Terakhir kali seseorang meminta saya untuk pergi, saya kembali ke Indonesia. Saya akan melakukan apa saja untuk berhenti menyakiti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6419788279182637899?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6419788279182637899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/enyah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6419788279182637899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6419788279182637899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/enyah.html' title='Enyah'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-8616328796374202391</id><published>2011-02-25T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T02:12:47.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketidakadaan Rasa Aku Resah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bila fajar datang, mulailah hari dengan doa, lalu hadapilah raganya dengan cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang kau sebut air suci dari mata tidak berhenti meratapi yang kamu tidak dapat lagi rasa. Seuntai rambut merah muda antara saya dan dia adalah satu-satunya hal yang masih menghubungkan kami. Sungguh miris dan ingin rasa yang ketidakadaan rasa yang kau rasa. Istighfar, saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuhan, beri kembali dia rasa. Dia lelah tanpa rasa, bila itu maksud dari ini semua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak pernah memiliki hubungan khusus, tetapi cinta atas keberadaan telah lama tumbuh dan kini menuntut coba akan kekokohannya. Tidak bisa sok menjadi ksatria tanpa aba-aba akan datangnya perang, perang batin antara ego dan keikhlasan. Apa yang harus saya perbuat? Hargai yang masih kau miliki, jaga atas namanya dan Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu berhentilah air suci itu mengalir dari mata. Doa, dan percaya. Dia akan kembali menjadi ksatria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembalilah sehat setia, Dharu Dj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/?action=view&amp;amp;current=loveyayu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/loveyayu.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dharu Djailani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-8616328796374202391?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8616328796374202391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/02/ketidakadaan-rasa-aku-resah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8616328796374202391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8616328796374202391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2011/02/ketidakadaan-rasa-aku-resah.html' title='Ketidakadaan Rasa Aku Resah'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-5773247953037039661</id><published>2010-12-10T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:34:31.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamparan Kertas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Psychedelia diatas awan bulu angsa. Terpandang dari atas atmosfer, rajutan ranting yang menyebar di seluruh lautan kertas hijau dan kerikil coklat. Mengikuti pergantian warna terang ke gelap, yang mereka lakukan terlihat semakin laknat. Semakin gelap semakin laknat. Semakin banyak pergantian terang ke gelap, semakin banyak yang laknat. Rusak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terdapat beberapa cahaya yang tersebar di lima kertas hijau, merata. Cantiknya dan buruknya merata. Yang kuning jauh diatasku selalu menjadi pembicaraan hangat di hamparan pasir. Diagungkan dan didewakan. Di daerah kertas abu biru, kerikil pembunuh menjadi salah satu kegemaran dari masa ke masa. Oh, tidak ada ranting di bagian bawah, kertas putih berdiri sendiri mencari kawan dengan mulai menyebarkan secarik demi secarik putihnya ke kertas lain, sungguh kesepian. Selagi semuanya terjadi, saya sedang sibuk meluruskan benang merah muda yang selama ini melilit erat di pergelangan tangan. Sibuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lalu nada dari kertas birupun melantun mengikuti takaran terang, terlihat banyak bercak warna-warni di kedalaman kertas tertentu, sungguh menjadi hiburan tersendiri saat melihat warna abu-abu menjadikan mereka tiada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tunggu, ada helai rambut yang datang mencari pertolongan. Helai warna merah, yang semakin dekat menjadi semakin panjang. Meminta untuk tidak lagi dikonsumsi oleh para penari di jembatan jerami. Berharap rantainya tidak diganggu gugat. Apa daya, saya sudah tidak lagi ada di dalam satu dimensi dengan mereka. Oh. Saya masih sibuk dengan benang merah muda. Sebentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lain kali saja saya melanjutkan betapa asiknya hamparan kertas-kertas ini, tanpa mereka tahu bahwa mereka sebenarnya dikelilingi oleh kertas hitam yang tidak terlihat ujungnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-5773247953037039661?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5773247953037039661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/12/hamparan-kertas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5773247953037039661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5773247953037039661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/12/hamparan-kertas.html' title='Hamparan Kertas'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-8029050378488770348</id><published>2010-11-20T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:53:23.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KERTAS SEBESAR DUNIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lama saya berdiam, kerap lupa cara bicara. Semua tertampung dibawah kerongkongan berharap dapat menghindari adanya kekacauan di dalam hubungan yang sarat akan kesensitifan lisan. Lalu benarlah saya lupa cara bicara. Seperti sekantung besar jagung yang dikalungkan di leher saya, saya pun terbeban akan semua yang tidak terucap. Mencari cara lain untuk mengungkapkan rasa, saya mulai menggerakkan tangan tanda tidak suka, atau suka. Iya tangan saya lebih pintar menunjukkan perasaan, lalu rasa itu tertuang dalam karya imajiner yang hanya saya yang tahu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagi-lagi, tertanam dalam-dalam, didalam ruang imajinasi saya sudah menumpuk berjuta-juta karya imajiner yang mencurahkan rasa. Sayapun mulai menuangkannya ke kertas asli. Asli, saya menyatukan berjuta-juta dalam satu kertas besar. Rasa ini menjadi terlalu banyak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semoga ada orang diluar sana yang bersedia membuat kertas sebesar dunia untuk saya coret-coret berdasarkan rasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: Waktunya posting, Iki mulai ganggu-ganggu mau baca... MALU TAU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-8029050378488770348?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8029050378488770348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/11/kertas-sebesar-dunia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8029050378488770348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8029050378488770348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/11/kertas-sebesar-dunia.html' title='KERTAS SEBESAR DUNIA'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-587921737591527209</id><published>2010-08-31T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:54:07.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YANG TERBACA MASA DEPANNYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tepat satu jam sebelum saya memulai rangkaian kata-kata ini, saya dibacakan masa depannya. Dia yang bisa membuka hati, menceritakan apa yang akan saya hadapi. Terlalu jujur untuk saya yang tidak suka diberitahu cerita kedepannya.&lt;br /&gt;Hidup saya terlalu cepat. Terlalu banyak pilihan, terlalu padat. Terlalu acak-acakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akankah pilihan hidup ini adalah yang saya inginkan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu. Dia mulai membuka, bahwa akan ada lantunan lagu yang mengusik selama hidup saya menggali ilmu. Dia kembali bertanya, apakah bukan musik yang saya inginkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Musik? Saya sudah merencanakan itu, apa keinginan saya akan merusak masa depan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pembukaan ini sebenarnya dimulai dari bahasan tentang hidup merah jambu. Dia berkata, saya memiliki sebuah figur pembaik jabatan dan kewanitaan. Sangat lucu. Saya ingin sekali menyebut namanya. Tapi dalam hatipun masih ragu. Dia yang akan bersama melantunkan nada bersama saya, akan menjadi seseorang yang mempengaruhi saya, baik dan buruknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetap fokus dalam apa yang akan saya inginkan. Maka semuanya tidak akan jadi terhancurkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semoga saja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-587921737591527209?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/587921737591527209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/08/yang-terbaca-masa-depannya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/587921737591527209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/587921737591527209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/08/yang-terbaca-masa-depannya.html' title='YANG TERBACA MASA DEPANNYA'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-263899940604111946</id><published>2010-08-30T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:19:17.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stages of Dimensions / Heyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=writings.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/writings.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lyric for my addiction of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang menangkap datang pergimu sebagai adiksi kelewat batas. Aku yang lalu terjerumus dunia alam bawah sadar, merasakan kenikmatan yang tidak ingin kutinggalkan. Bila kamu ada disini untuk datang dan lalu pergi, lebih baik aku bersama mereka yang akan selalu ada walaupun menguras harta. Pertemanan semu dengan segala yang mereka sebut hina. Pemikiran yang salah, tetapi nikmat. Aku harus bagaimana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-263899940604111946?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/263899940604111946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/08/stages-of-dimensions-heyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/263899940604111946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/263899940604111946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/08/stages-of-dimensions-heyday.html' title='Stages of Dimensions / Heyday'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/th_writings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6632287719556566190</id><published>2010-08-30T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:05:52.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang Berwarna</title><content type='html'>Yang berwarna biru aku sebut langit.&lt;br /&gt;Yang berwarna kuning aku sebut matahari.&lt;br /&gt;Yang berwarna hijau aku sebut rumput.&lt;br /&gt;Yang berwarna merah aku sebut mawar.&lt;br /&gt;Yang berwarna putih aku sebut awan.&lt;br /&gt;Yang berwarna warni aku sebut kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yang tidak berwarna adalah sebutan untuk diriku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6632287719556566190?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6632287719556566190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/08/yang-berwarna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6632287719556566190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6632287719556566190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/08/yang-berwarna.html' title='Yang Berwarna'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-7480237600238959504</id><published>2010-08-30T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:02:10.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Istana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Benang merah jambu mulai terangsang karena adanya kedatangan pelantun nada secara tiba-tiba. Tidak pernah menyangka akan kembali setelah sekian lama hasrat itu pergi entah kemana. Yang berwarna biru kembali berdenyut kencang setiap mendengar dia menulis kata indah. Yang dulu terajut dan pernah terkoyak sekarang kami benahi sama-sama. Masih ada sedikit harapan untuk menjadi nyata.&lt;br /&gt;Mengunci diri dari dunia luar aku hanya ada di dalam istana. Tidak ingin mendengar apa yang mereka katakan aku tutup telinga. Mereka mulai membuat konklusi dinamis akan apa yang terjadi di dalam sini. Sekali lagi aku tidak perduli. Yang mereka percaya bukanlah hal sebenarnya. Apapun yang terjadi disinipun sesuatu yang semu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagi, yang tertulis disini pun satu-satunya cara agar kalian menerka. Akupun masih pandai menipu diri sendiri. Bukan berarti aku menipu kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu dan aku. Sesuatu yang akan berjalan bersama waktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-7480237600238959504?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7480237600238959504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/08/istana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7480237600238959504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7480237600238959504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/08/istana.html' title='Istana'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6764917477534220525</id><published>2010-06-21T04:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T04:47:17.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku menyalahkan topik yang hampir-trending-topik di Twitter, #rindu.&lt;br /&gt;Mencoba merasakan, apa arti rindu itu sendiri, yang terkesan lebih mendalam daripada kata "kangen", aku memutar otak. Rindu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rindu? Apa rindu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inginnya kembali ke masa lalu, itu rindu.&lt;br /&gt;Ketidakbersamaan kedua jasmani dan keinginan untuk mempertemukannya, itu rindu.&lt;br /&gt;Yang dulu pernah terjadi dan inginnya untuk ada disana, itu rindu.&lt;br /&gt;Mengenang, itu rindu.&lt;br /&gt;Pendominasian sesuatu di dalam otak, dapat diakibatkan karena rindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terasa karena otak terdominasi oleh kamu, aku dengan pintarnya mengenang segala yang pernah terjadi, kenyataan bahwa jasmani terpisah jauh dan inginnya untuk ada disana, itu rindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kamu merasakan hal yang sama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maka aku dan kamu adalah dua rindu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6764917477534220525?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6764917477534220525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/06/rindu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6764917477534220525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6764917477534220525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/06/rindu.html' title='Rindu'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-7356237106885711439</id><published>2010-06-15T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T03:39:23.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mendorong dan memberi jarak antara aku dengan dunia luar. Memutuskan untuk mengisolasi diri dari segala sentuhan perasaan dan fisik dari dunia. Memberikan diri untuk dibenci. Menyediakan segala sikap, tingkah laku dan segalanya agar dibenci. Untuk kebaikan mereka. Karena aku akan pergi naik awan, agar tidak ada murka bila aku perlahan sirna. Hanya tidak ingin membawa air mata hingga surga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan keputusan yang bodoh, bukan juga bijak. Hanya ingin berhenti bersosialisasi agar tidak ada lagi drama. Karena sudah tercium baunya, bahwa setiap aku membiarkan diri tersentuh bumi, pasti ada. Terlalu terikat dengan dunia sudah memberikan aku pelajaran baru, jangan. Bila iya, maka perasaan pun ikut ambil dan aku sendiri akan sengsara. Perasaan selalu membuat orang lemah. Itu yang bisa disimpulkan oleh otak yang hanya bisa mengingat hal dan berpikir pendek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-7356237106885711439?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7356237106885711439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/06/jarak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7356237106885711439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7356237106885711439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/06/jarak.html' title='Jarak'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-3538840952569777067</id><published>2010-06-07T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:14:12.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear hunter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear hunter. Catches the snow by the tip of your tongue, tingling sensation and all just left behind. Walk quietly and start to run, the labyrinth is just too far complicated for you to have fun. ZAP! I sing along, along the rude havoc, as white as the snow, you don't notice me. I sing along, for you it's just the wind. Then you sing along, and start to dance with me. Dead trees as the lovely witness, stars as the roof, and we sleep like angels above the ground oh so heavenly. Don't stop, we can see rainbows shape of animals, never hitting the ground, they just fooling with stars and okay now lI know one thing, the hunter is the ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-3538840952569777067?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3538840952569777067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-hunter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3538840952569777067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3538840952569777067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-hunter.html' title='Dear hunter.'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-4775419078624482533</id><published>2010-06-07T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:53:51.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kubus, Segitiga dan Bola.</title><content type='html'>Sambil memegang dengan erat, saya berbicara kepada sebuah kubus kosong di dalam sebuah ruang hampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya menyukai kenyamanan ini. Saya suka kenyamanan ini. Akhirnya saya menemukan apa yang membuat orang-orang berpasangan. Tidak pernah ada sangka. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semuanya terasa benar.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotak itu lalu berubah menjadi sebuah limas segitiga, lalu monologpun berlanjut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pernah saya percaya bahwa hanya cahaya putihlah yang dapat saya pancarkan. Satu-satunya warna yang saya percaya adalah simbol dari rasa takut saya akan peperangan selanjutnya. Lalu rasa itu datang dan mengubah sang putih menjadi tujuh warna yang saya sebut pelangi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rasa itu adalah limas yang paling sempurna&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limas segitiga berubah menjadi bola, lalu saya menutup monolog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iya saya percaya, rasa itu tidak bersudut, hanya memiliki satu sisi, dan saya dapat melihat keseluruhannya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tidak ada yang tertutupi&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-4775419078624482533?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4775419078624482533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/06/kubus-segitiga-dan-bola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4775419078624482533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4775419078624482533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/06/kubus-segitiga-dan-bola.html' title='Kubus, Segitiga dan Bola.'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-7365560372506526910</id><published>2010-05-26T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T02:59:37.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunia Maya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Membiarkan diri terjerat oleh dunia sang maya, Tessa main semua jenis situs jejaring sosial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/dwadiandra"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://limitedsecret.tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/dwadiandra"&gt;Formspring.me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berselancar di dunia maya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥ La Tessa Dwadiandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-7365560372506526910?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7365560372506526910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/05/dunia-maya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7365560372506526910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7365560372506526910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/05/dunia-maya.html' title='Dunia Maya'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-7950504260086138957</id><published>2010-05-23T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T02:09:54.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maka Diri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah lama bungkam maka diri kembali meragu. Ragu akan sendiri. Sadar bahwa diri bukan seekor burung yang bisa terbang bebas kapanpun sang senja memanggil. Lalu bukanlah seorang perkasa yang berani tertangkap kamera. Bukanlah seorang bangsawan yang dikenal penjuru dunia. Bukan berarti diri bukan siapa-siapa. Untuk segelintir diri adalah seseorang. Mereka yang dengan baik hati menundukkan kepala dan menikmati kisah hidup di genangan air. Menikmati dengan asik tanpa memberi komentar atau mengeluh. Lalu jangan biarkan diri terhisap kedalam lubang keraguan. Walau pada akhirnya akan dengan bebas membiarkan diri meloncat indah kedalamnya. Belum saatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ingin berpegangan pada apapun juga, diri memutuskan untuk berlari. Bukan hamparan hijau yang diterjang tetapi hanyalah sebuah ruangan hampa dalam rencana pencarian inspirasi, apa yang diri inginkan kali ini? Berputar tetap dalam poros, sudah diputuskan mereka yang tidak menyenangkan akan dieliminasi dalam buku cerita diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh... Corak warna-warni di tanganku indah sekali."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu mengejutkan bagaimana sedikit merah, biru, hijau dan kuning dapat menaikkan gairah. Inginnya dikejutkan dengan kasih sayang... Ingin mengilang tanpa meninggalkan sakit hati, ingin menghilang tanpa mati, ingin menghilang, tanpa waktu berhenti berputar... Banyak keinginan, banyak hambatan, banyak penyesalan, tetapi sedikit waktu untuk merealisasikan, maka saksikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-7950504260086138957?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7950504260086138957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/05/maka-diri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7950504260086138957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7950504260086138957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/05/maka-diri.html' title='Maka Diri'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-5500241296100382159</id><published>2010-05-08T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:28:15.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pencitraan Terhadap Suka Cita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Melihatnya sebagai anak kecil yang diam, manja akan harta, tetapi tidak menjadikannya sebagai tameng kekuasaan. Citra. Sembilan tahun, akan berjalan menjadi sepuluh sebentar lagi. Tidak ingin menghitung karena pada akhirnya hanya kematian yang menjadi alasan perpisahan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;janji yang tidak pernah terucap. &lt;/span&gt;Terhimpit oleh kekuatan perubahan iklim perasaan, dia sering kehilangan pegangan, hanya ada aku yang berjalan-jalan tidak kemana di dalam hidupnya. Terletak beribu-ribu mil dari perbatasan kota Jakarta, dia berkeluh kesah melalui karya, cara yang selalu aku suka. Dia sekarang tidak lagi bisa merasa, tetapi jauh-jauh didalam sana, aku bisa melihatnya terjebak didalam kolam air mata. Sesuatu yang hanya aku yang bisa melihatnya, curang. Kasihan melihat orang lain tertipu oleh senyum manisnya, sedangkan hanya aku yang tahu dia terluka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang pemberontak ulung yang hanya terbelit kesusahan, yang ia presepsikan sebagai kebahagiaan duniawi, sang suka cita. Aku mungkin akan mengakhiri hidup bila disajikan masalah sebanyak itu, tetapi sang suka cita hanya tertawa dan menyudahi kenakalannya, lalu dia berkata, "waktunya beranjak dewasa". Merasakan dunia sebelum waktunya, hanya sadarnya, aku tahu, tidak pernah ada waktu yang tepat untuk memutuskan untuk menjadi dewasa, hanya saja... Aku tahu ini sudah waktunya. Terpaksa meninggalkan aku, bukan berarti aku sebatang kara, dia memulai hidupnya sebagai seorang wanita, akhirnya. Tidak terlalu cepat, tetapi aku tahu ini adalah waktu yang tepat. Cantiknya dia menjadi seorang wanita tidak akan bisa dikalahkan, oleh Lady Diana sekalipun, maka dari kata-kata ini aku ingin menunjukkan aku bangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua role model, dua kekasih, yang dalam keheninggan sudah berjanji sehidup semati, sampai kapanpun juga, akan menjadi rajutan usang paling cantik di dalam hidup. Persetan jarak, aku tahu mereka cinta. Terimakasih untuk tetap diam di tempat dan tidak pergi kemana-mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bestthing.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/bestthing.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-5500241296100382159?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5500241296100382159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/05/pencitraan-terhadap-suka-cita.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5500241296100382159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5500241296100382159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/05/pencitraan-terhadap-suka-cita.html' title='Pencitraan Terhadap Suka Cita'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/th_bestthing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-1871982667848009089</id><published>2010-05-03T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:56:41.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tessa.&lt;br /&gt;Sudah waktunya kamu mengusir jauh sisi jahatnya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-1871982667848009089?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1871982667848009089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/05/tessa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1871982667848009089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1871982667848009089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/05/tessa.html' title=''/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-8354875517317171453</id><published>2010-05-02T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:35:25.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kucing Pelangi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Takut itu menyesakkan dada. Otak terpelintir janji dan kenyataan. Sedang apa dia dimana dan bersama siapa. Masihkah dia terbelit masa lalu. Bila dijabarkan, pertanyaanku akan membuatnya muak. Tapi semua ada di benang muda. Kegemarannya untuk memberikan sebutan dan tema dalam kisah membuatku takut dia kembali menjadi kesatria, dan meninggalkan tugasnya menjadi kucing pelukis pelangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takut...&lt;br /&gt;Takut..&lt;br /&gt;Takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu aku bisa apa? Bila dia yang bercerita, akupun percaya. Kita sama. Kerasnya. Lunaknya. Senangnya. Kegemarannya. Sama. Tidak ada yang benar-benar berbeda. Bukan berarti tidak bisa disatukan. Siapa berkata? Harus sama-sama melunak. Sama-sama mengerti, kita sama-sama keras. Tidak harus.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi...&lt;/span&gt; Aku harus memiliki kesadaran tingkat tinggi, bila tidak mau terbengkalai dan menyerah lalu membiarkan dia melepas jabatannya menjadi kucing pelukis pelangi. Hidupku hanya ada hujan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siapa yang akan membuat pelangi setelah air mata selesai kalau bukan dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-8354875517317171453?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8354875517317171453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/05/kucing-pelangi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8354875517317171453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8354875517317171453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/05/kucing-pelangi.html' title='Kucing Pelangi'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-179336915350874948</id><published>2010-04-28T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:09:08.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mungkin</title><content type='html'>Mungkin tidak perduli, mungkin butuh berbagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ada di loveclass@live.com untuk membantu.&lt;br /&gt;Ditunggu emailnya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-179336915350874948?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/179336915350874948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/mungkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/179336915350874948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/179336915350874948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/mungkin.html' title='Mungkin'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-2561708381837987343</id><published>2010-04-28T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:36:12.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia menangis di dalam kamarku, merenggutku lalu memelukku. Dia mempercayai kehidupan kelamnya kepadaku.&lt;br /&gt;Dia berteriak, dia tidak mampu berkata. Dia ketakutan...&lt;br /&gt;Begitu percayanya sampai tidak tahu mau bicara apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, ketakutan yang sangat amat besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disana dia harus menghadapi dirinya sendiri, memaafkan dirinya sendiri,&lt;br /&gt;alu berjalan bersama dia yang mencintai.&lt;br /&gt;Dia mengajariku bagaimana menjalani hidup dengan masa lalu&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai latar belakang yang akan dibawa sampai mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka aku berhati-hati dalam membuat sejarah masa lalu.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak mau terjerat segalanya untuk satu waktu nanti, mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=aaa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/aaa.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you, Dave. For this you taught me, I accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-2561708381837987343?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2561708381837987343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/malu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2561708381837987343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2561708381837987343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/malu.html' title='Malu.'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/th_aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-44859575027188884</id><published>2010-04-28T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:23:40.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cermin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yang mereka lihat dari luar, adalah aku yang berdiri karena keyakinan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Mereka tanpa berani menerka&lt;br /&gt;Mereka tidak melihat bagaimana cara kokoh bangunan ini terbentuk dan menjadi aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku rasa, aku melihat mereka sebagai cermin&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang sekarang adalah mereka yang dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang tidak ingin terjebak diantara kekerasan batu dan hati&lt;br /&gt;Maka aku berterimakasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih untuk menjadi buruk, maka aku merubahnya&lt;br /&gt;Agar hanya yang baik tertinggal&lt;br /&gt;Agar kamu melihatku nanti&lt;br /&gt;Merubah dirimu menjadi lebih baik lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena kamu melihatku sebagai cerminmu&lt;br /&gt;Semoga saja kamu menganggapku sebagai cerminmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kira.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/kira.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-44859575027188884?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/44859575027188884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/cermin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/44859575027188884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/44859575027188884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/cermin.html' title='Cermin'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i779.photobucket.com/albums/yy74/whatisupandabout/tessa/th_kira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-2121310226965582702</id><published>2010-04-28T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T01:04:58.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iya.</title><content type='html'>Terbayang di dalam merah muda, aku bangun pagi disampingnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pagi buta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu tersenyum dan memulai hari dengan mencuci yang telah dipakai mereka berdua,&lt;br /&gt;berjalan ke halaman belakang, menggantungnya sambil lalu berjalan mengambil sapu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah sapu ada pel.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah pel waktunya membuat teh.&lt;br /&gt;Dia terbangun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masak. Masak. Masak...&lt;br /&gt;Selesai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapkan pakaiannya. Aku yang setrika.&lt;br /&gt;Tersenyum ramah, aku mengambil handuknya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia pergi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu aku terdiam...&lt;br /&gt;Ini indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari nanti aku akan menjalani ini.&lt;br /&gt;Siapkah? Tidak akan pernah.&lt;br /&gt;Akankah?&lt;br /&gt;Pasti akan datang waktu dimana aku dipaksa melakukannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu dia berkata saat aku bercerita,&lt;br /&gt;"dulu kamu manja, sekarang menjadi seseorang yang dulu kamu rasa tidak akan pernah ada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya juga ya..&lt;br /&gt;Lalu aku lanjut dengan sisa cucian sebelum pergi tidur.&lt;br /&gt;Di hari itu, aku akan merasa sudah dewasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-2121310226965582702?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2121310226965582702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/iya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2121310226965582702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2121310226965582702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/iya.html' title='Iya.'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-920403210720726495</id><published>2010-04-26T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T13:45:43.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.</title><content type='html'>Terimakasih yang bijaksana..&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih untuk kamu yang selalu bisa memenuhi egoku walaupun menyiksamu&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih untuk menyiksa dirimu untuk kesenangan kita berdua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kesenanganku ada untuk kebaikanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa berani menghapus air mata, aku memaksamu untuk memilih&lt;br /&gt;Otak terus berputar mengikuti irama hati&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu kamu butuh ini&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu ini yang benar dan baik&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu kamu tersiksa, toh ini akan menjadi cerita kita berdua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heran, bagaimana egoisnya aku untuk menyelamatkan hatimu, agar kamu berhenti menghubungiku memamerkan tangisanmu yang akan berpindah ke mataku yang lalu akan aku bawa tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita itu satu, maka maafkan&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan tertawa diatas tersiksamu&lt;br /&gt;Lalu akan aku bawa kamu keatas untuk bersama mentertawakan bagaimana dulu kita menyelamatkan satu sama lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka percayalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku tertawa agar kita sama bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengerti?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-920403210720726495?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/920403210720726495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/c.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/920403210720726495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/920403210720726495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/c.html' title='C.'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-4155027356086003479</id><published>2010-04-26T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:06:03.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma</title><content type='html'>Lalu bantulah aku lari menjauh tetapi tetap kembali untuk berhenti mendorongnya pergi,&lt;br /&gt;lalu memeluknya dan memaafkannya.&lt;br /&gt;Jadikan aku orang yang lebih bijaksana, aku butuh memaafkan trauma ini.&lt;br /&gt;Aku lelah berlari.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan.&lt;br /&gt;Bila saja ingatan boleh dihilangkan.&lt;br /&gt;Terserah.&lt;br /&gt;Apapun juga, ini tidak bisa diobati, jangan berusaha, tidak berguna.&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik ajari dirimu sendiri bagaimana menghadapi aku yang terus-terusan berlari.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau mau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terserah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-4155027356086003479?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4155027356086003479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/trauma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4155027356086003479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4155027356086003479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/trauma.html' title='Trauma'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-1970750826030015581</id><published>2010-04-26T11:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:57:46.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adiksi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hela nafas berat, takut setelah terperanjat.&lt;br /&gt;Hawa adiksi yang makin lama makin bahaya.&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki ini menyelimuti otakku dengan bayangan masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;Selama 60 hari kita bersatu, aku sekarang sudah benar2 teracuni cinta yang ditebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak dengan komunikasi setiap detik yang biasa dilakukan para pecandu kelas bawah, kita melakukan adiksi ini dengan kasual.&lt;br /&gt;Jatuh cinta yang menggebu-gebu, tetapi tidak terlihat.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ditunjukkan dengan bersentuhan, berkomunikasi berlebihan, atau bertemu secara real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dibawah telapak tangan aku bercerita kepada diri sendiri, aku bukan seseorang yang bisa berteriak dan menebar kata-kata cinta.&lt;br /&gt;Aku pernah menjadi orang itu, dan setelah beberapa waktu, kata-kata itu tidak lagi ada artinya.&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kata-kata yang bisa membuat nyaman lawan jenis, bukan yang bisa membuatku sadar bahwa itu perasaan jujurku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka kini kata-kata itu hanya terlontar bila aku sedang merasakan kertas tipis yang ada diantara kulit dalam dan otot sekujur tubuhku mulai menari,&lt;br /&gt;menari hingga aku tergelitik, hingga aku merasa hal yang biasa aku sebut&lt;br /&gt;"adiksi tingkat dewa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang sudah kamu lakukan?&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana caranya kamu melakukan itu?&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka sensasinya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci menahannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu sudah mengambil posisi adiksi special-K yang harus aku ambil sebelum aku berangkat kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak bisa hidup tanpa serbuk putih itu. Bukan disetarakan dengan narkoba, kenikmatan mencintaimu melebihi segalanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini keluhan paling indah yang pernah aku tulis, maka aku tidak mau mendengarkan amarah sebagai jawaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surat cinta dunia maya kelas terigu,&lt;br /&gt;Aku cinta kamu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-1970750826030015581?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1970750826030015581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/adiksi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1970750826030015581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1970750826030015581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/adiksi.html' title='Adiksi'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-3059451252842147212</id><published>2010-04-16T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:07:30.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sangkar Lunak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila pemberontakan dalam sangkar lunak ini tidak dapat aku kendalikan, mungkin sekarang kenikmatan dalam ketulusan tidak lagi aku rasakan. Menahan jeritan ingin kepuasan bukanlah sesuatu yang menyenangkan, tetapi harus tetap aku lakukan, demi kenikmatan bersama. Setiap melihat jantung segar itu, aku selalu harus menambah prajurit yang menjaga sangkar. Dalam pondok kecil, peri putih mungil merasa bangga, dia masih bisa mengendalikan pemberontakan tersebut, sungguh pintar.&lt;br /&gt;Lagipula, bila otak tidak lagi digunakan, mungkin kenikmatan sesaat itu bisa aku rasakan, tetapi itu artinya prajuritku kalah... Maka apa yang akan terjadi selanjutnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akupun masih bimbang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-3059451252842147212?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3059451252842147212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/sangkar-lunak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3059451252842147212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3059451252842147212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/sangkar-lunak.html' title='Sangkar Lunak'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-7352342710671446375</id><published>2010-04-07T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T03:27:31.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sangkar Darah dan Nafsu</title><content type='html'>Persatuan antara dua tubuh manusia yang terhenti karena janji&lt;br /&gt;Hal yang terngiang sejak terakhir sang Maya dan petarungnya bersatu hampir mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati terus resah&lt;br /&gt;Hati menangis&lt;br /&gt;Tidak kali ini&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertarungan hati dan cinta, dua hal yang bersatu tanpa harus saling bersetuju&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ingin lagi mematahkan jeruji yang menjadi pondasi rumah hati&lt;br /&gt;Kegusaran hati terus merasuk&lt;br /&gt;Nyanyian kabut pagi mulai bersenandung sedikit berteriak di dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan...&lt;br /&gt;Jangan rusak kecantikan alam imaji ini&lt;br /&gt;Sangkar ini sudah indah&lt;br /&gt;Kita sudah sempurna dibawah pelangi yang kau lukis&lt;br /&gt;Jangan diberikan tudung darah dan nafsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta, bila saja kau menunggu sampa bias senja terlukis, mungkin kita akan bahagia dalam doa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-7352342710671446375?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7352342710671446375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/sangkar-darah-dan-nafsu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7352342710671446375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7352342710671446375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/04/sangkar-darah-dan-nafsu.html' title='Sangkar Darah dan Nafsu'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6518009883341450192</id><published>2010-03-21T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:25:01.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaun Terbaikku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kembali ke cerita masa lalu. Ketika baju-bajuku masih terusan kelas atas yang diimpor langsung dari negara seperempat darahku. Semuanya indah, jahitannya rapih. Dan otaku masih dipenuhi dengan teman-teman imaji.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu segalanya indah, terang, setiap pagi lagu-lagu dimainkan dibawah alam sadarku. Setiap hari aku berkunjung ke rumah yang tertua, dan menyantap makanannya yang dimasak dengan hati di dapur kesayangan. Lalu petualangan dimulai setelah aku menyelesaikan makanan penutup.&lt;br /&gt;Setiap saat aku membawa buku ceritaku. Pergi berjalan-jalan mendaki bukit kecil di pekarangan rumah atau taman luas yang terletak di seblah kanannya. Aku akan mengingat-ingat isi buku tersebut, lalu kumulai membaca ketika aku sudah mendapatkan tempat yang indah yang sesuai dengan rancangan cerita di dalam buku tersebut. Tidak jarang aku berhenti di tengah ilalang dan tiduran. Buku besar itu berisikan segalanya. Segala kisah tragis yang mencuci otak anak-anak yang berharap semua akan indah untuk selamanya. Tetapi keindahan pekarangan menguatkan imajinasi, lalu ceritapun dimulai.&lt;br /&gt;Kadang ketika senja datang aku masih mencari jalan pulang dari dalam hutan, buku itu bercerita lebih dari halamannya, kadang aku kembali ke dunia nyata dan menyadari bahwa cerita tambahan berasal dari otakku yang ingin perubahn dalam isi buku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku perempuan manis dulu, yang selalu memakai gaun terbaikku dan pasti membawa buku cerita, dengan harapan aku tidak perlu melepaskan perjalanan singkat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6518009883341450192?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6518009883341450192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/gaun-terbaikku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6518009883341450192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6518009883341450192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/gaun-terbaikku.html' title='Gaun Terbaikku'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-8160742223853959473</id><published>2010-03-05T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T02:25:59.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imajinasi Otak Tengah</title><content type='html'>Kuas dan kertas di tangan&lt;div&gt;Ceritapun terlukis tanpa bantu titik dan koma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua terjadi dibawah pengaruh imajinasi otak tengah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tidah lagi dibantu warna kuning dan jingga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dua warna yang dulu dipercaya bisa membantu menelusuri perjalanan otak tengah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-8160742223853959473?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8160742223853959473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/imajinasi-otak-tengah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8160742223853959473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8160742223853959473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/imajinasi-otak-tengah.html' title='Imajinasi Otak Tengah'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-3931820663796207668</id><published>2010-03-04T05:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:19:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di Atas Angin Dibawah Mata-Mata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Terbawa hembusan yang baru saja melewati padang ilalang, lalu ia tinggi terbang. Dia menunggu di antara rerumputan tinggi sambil bernyanyi lagu-lagu senang yang berlirik menyedihkan, semuanya klise. Lalu di atas sana dia bersenang-senang, lagu terganti menjadi irama biasa saja yang menceritakan seorang lelaki yang ingin memiliki teman. Lalu ia terbang makin tinggi. Hidupnya paling indah dibandingkan dengan manusia-manusia lain yang terbang dibawah. Dia melewati angin. Sekarang dia tinggi diatas angin. Segalanya terlihat jelas, bagaikan melihat kota dengan microscope. Diatas angin segalanya gelap, tidak perlu dilihat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dia di atas angin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia bersama seseorang sekarang. Seseorang yang tidak tahu apa-apa. Cerita mereka berjalan darisana. terbang bersama... Dilihat dari jauh terlihat seperti sepasang boneka tumpul, yang terlihat hanya senyuman. Maka sang pencerita melancarkan aksi penasaran. Apa yang mereka rasa... Kosong.. Kosong.. Sedikit demi sedikit terisi dengan cerita baru, senang dan menyebalkan. Semuanya ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekarang terisi penuh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada mata-mata diatas.. Jauh diatas mereka... Mata dari seseorang. Ingin mengetahui lebih jauh teman terbangnya. Lalu dia berkata di tempat yang tersisa di dalamnya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kamu diatas angin, dibawah mata-mata"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-3931820663796207668?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3931820663796207668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/di-atas-angin-dibawah-mata-mata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3931820663796207668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3931820663796207668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/di-atas-angin-dibawah-mata-mata.html' title='Di Atas Angin Dibawah Mata-Mata'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-1478052774719958248</id><published>2010-03-03T03:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T04:35:40.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu Resah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maka saat senja mulai pulang dengan isyarat sang bintang, aku kembali menginjakkan kaki di kota tempat dulu aku sempat berkarya. Rasanya aneh menatap rumah susun ini, sekarang tidak ada lagi rasa memiliki setelah aku menyadari disini hanya untuk mengambil sisa peralatan perangku dan katakan "bye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya ingin mengambil yang tertinggal, dalam waktu yang sama meninggalkan yang terambil. Berdoa tanpa cerita sedih di bagian akhirnya. Hanya pulang untuk selamanya, bukan berarti mati. Tapi sesak. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resah resah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat para bangsawan bertanya apa alasan pengunduran diri dari jabatan pelukis kerajaan dan keinginan untuk kembali ke negara asal, aku pun sedikit berkata, "ada cerita yang harus dilanjutkan dan diselsaikan disana, cerita berdasarkan rasa penasaran, darah haus karya dan kebebasan yang menuntut jadwal pertunjukannya". Lalu mereka berjalan menjauh berusaha menunjukkan pengertian lewat raut wajah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para bangsawan dengan hartanya, menyinari hari dengan kepuasan duniawi, malam yang panjang tanpa pengharapan akan terbitnya terang. Para bangsawan yang saya berikan karya untuk dinikmati sebagai alat pemuas. kalau tidak cukup. Butuh bantuan dari kenikmatan dunia... Orang-orang spesial yang mengisi hari-hari murka tanpa matahari. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manusia-manusia terindah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka menjelang cahaya matahari memasuki menara tertinggi, aku sudah dalam perjalanan kembali ke kota asal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-1478052774719958248?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1478052774719958248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/rindu-resah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1478052774719958248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1478052774719958248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/rindu-resah.html' title='Rindu Resah'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-4595180411705791117</id><published>2010-03-01T05:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:03:31.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rusa jantan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disini ceritanya dimulai lagi. Disini ceritanya sudah bersenang-senang setelah trauma tidak beralasan yang berkepanjangan. Ceritanya semua senang. Setelah bergelas-gelas air itu, semua sudah terlelap. Tinggal saya dan imaji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang.. Cerita asli yang berawal dari basa-basi dimulai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar. Kepala saya mau pecah. Satu minggu terpisah dari rumah. Dia yang saya sebut rumah, bukan bongkahan batu yang disusun menjadi segi lima atau lebih. Dia, rumah saya. Diam. Jangan komentar. Rumah ini sangat nyaman, sangking nyamannya, saya tidak mau berbagi dengan kalian. Sekali-sekali senang sendiri. Ini rumah saya. Saya malas pindah rumah lagi. Ini bisa jadi rumah pensiun untuk saya. Jadi... Beradaptasilah saya pelan-pelan dengan rumah ini, pasti akan banyak cerita yang tersimpan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat menjadi si muda seumur hidup. Selamat bersenang-senang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo Aditya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-4595180411705791117?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4595180411705791117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/rusa-jantan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4595180411705791117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4595180411705791117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/rusa-jantan.html' title='rusa jantan'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-8155492821664424472</id><published>2010-02-08T04:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T04:38:29.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Titik. Koma, lalu titik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Satu tahun, dua tahun, tiga tahun, lalu empat tahun.. Empat tahun, lama juga... Iya lama..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tunggu sampai aku letakkan titik yang artinya berhenti.. Empat tahun menunggu diisi dengan hubungan serius dan main-main, ternyata masih juga menunggu... Tidak bisa tidak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang sudah dekat lagi, sekarang ada aku lagi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kamu mau aku? Nggak? Yaudah seenggaknya sekarang aku nggak sia-siain kesempatan untuk dekat sama orang lain... Tunggu kamu sama aja kaya tunggu kiamat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NGGAK BISA DITUNGGU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-8155492821664424472?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8155492821664424472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8155492821664424472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8155492821664424472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-2336087454220114817</id><published>2010-01-04T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:58:22.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Started end of 2008, he added me, we talked and did some webcam. Then we were friends... Time goes by, we talked after months of leaving the introduction unnoticed, he shot the spell and we're the couple. 1 year, to finally be together, 1 year, my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What? I don't care about the wealth, neither the status, or whatsoever, he's someone I like and I care, someone who is actually do something I hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's just that type of guy, whose being with a girl but still, said the spell and the flirt and also the fling, to girls. Yeah, the guy I like. Once or twice I laugh it off. Then I realized, he's sick. He just can't handle the truth that there's bunch of hots around him. No, my love, you tied yourself on to me. And it's started to hurt me. A lot. I'm not that type of girl who can just be mad and shit. No... Well, it's all over now. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It still hurts  to remember that he can just flirt to anyone. Don't blame me love, &lt;b&gt;this is the aftermath&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-2336087454220114817?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2336087454220114817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/thought-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2336087454220114817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2336087454220114817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2010/01/thought-i-dont.html' title='Thought I don&apos;t'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-8033237581370089209</id><published>2009-12-11T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:02:44.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keong Bodoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Melakukan wacana ringan tanpa dosa tentang sesuatu yang berat dan dosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buta.&lt;br /&gt;Buta mata tentang seks dan kawan-kawannya membuat lelaki itu menyakiti sang wanita. Buta. Dua rumah keong dalam waktu 20 tahun. Kamu sudah kehilangan akal, atau memang kamu memiliki nafsu birahi berlebihan? Kamu tidak tahu diuntung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu pintar.&lt;br /&gt;Pintar sekali menutupi keberadaan rumah keong kedua. Ketika kamu terseok-seok memanjat pohon untuk mencapai daun tertinggi, siapa yang ada di pundakmu untuk memberikan kehangatan? Rumah keong pertama. Iya, kamu sangat pintar untuk menutupi keberadaan rumah keong kedua yang kamu temukan diperjalanan menuju daun tertinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sialan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak tahu apa yang harus aku lakukan. Kamu jahat sekali, Officer. Apa yang harus aku perbuat untuk menenangkan hati sang wanita rumah keong pertama? Dia sudah beranak-pinak! Iya! DENGAN KAMU! Dan kamu ternyata beranak-pinak juga dengan rumah kedua. Sialan, kami semua tidak menyadarinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak, aku tidak mau sabar. Tapi dia bukan rumah rahimku. Maka aku akan diam dan melihatmu dari atas, karena kamu sudah dibawah, jatuh dari daun tertinggi. Aku berharap kamu hanya akan ada dibawah selamanya. Karena tidak akan ada lagi kedua rumah keong yang akan menghangatkan perjalananmu menuju daun tertinggi. Bahkan mungkin, daunnya juga sudah tidak mau sama kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasar Officer siput yang bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-8033237581370089209?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8033237581370089209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/keong-bodoh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8033237581370089209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8033237581370089209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/12/keong-bodoh.html' title='Keong Bodoh'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-460095778397343032</id><published>2009-11-22T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:21:14.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumah Rahim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuhan, mata ini terbuka dengan lebar, saat melihat seorang teman baru saja kehilangan rumah rahimnya. Air mata ini lagi-lagi mengalir dengan derasnya, ketakutan akan terjadinya hal yang sama. Temanku begitu kuat, sambil berkata, "kita akan berjumpa sebentar lagi". Aku seharusnya senang, rumah rahim tidak lagi merasakan kesakitan, rumah rahim tidak lagi merasa... Dia bebas disana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuhan, aku belum berbakti kepada rumah rahimku, dan ayahku, apa-apaan aku ini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku ingin ikhlas bila suatu hari nanti mereka pergi ketempat yang jauh disana, bertemu kedua orangtua mereka lagi. Ajari aku ikhlas tuhan. Temanku nakal, dia bisa ikhlas. Aku mau juga merasakan itu, Tuhan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-460095778397343032?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/460095778397343032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/11/rumah-rahim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/460095778397343032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/460095778397343032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/11/rumah-rahim.html' title='Rumah Rahim'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-8874452722077039837</id><published>2009-11-16T01:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T02:14:59.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ketika mulut jalang ini tidak dapat menyimpan kata-kata indah dan ingatannya dalam diri sendiri. Semuanya berantakan dan hancur tanpa ada lagi yang dapat menjadi pemanis di dalam otak, semuanya, berantakan. Iya, berantakan begitu saja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tidak ada lagi kawan untuk berbagi, tidak ada lagi memori untuk membuatmu tetap tinggal. Penyesalan bukanlah kosa kata yang ada di dalam hati, maaf tetapi penyesalan bukanlah hal yang baik untuk dilakukan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mempebaiki masa depan, merubah dan mengganti perangai buruk sang mulut dan lidah, mungkin hanya itu yang dapat aku lakukan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Maaf, yang sekarang kamu rasakan hanyalah ketakutan akan hasil perbuatan mulut ini, akankah dia tahu, akankah semuanya runyam, ya... Aku tidak tahu, maaf tetapi dari sisi jahatku ia berkata, kamu yang menyebabkan semua keberantakan ini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aku selalu menjadi orang jahat yang dengan JAHAT DAN JUJUR memperlihatkan efek terburuk dari apa yang kamu lakukan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-8874452722077039837?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8874452722077039837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8874452722077039837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8874452722077039837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-3717417929560724975</id><published>2009-10-27T04:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:00:53.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunga Manis yang Gila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kamu begitu manis, menggoda, susah untuk ditolak. Aku sudah tahu caranya untuk tidak mencium bau manismu, dengan menjauhimu. Tapi lagi-lagi aku terjebak di tamanmu. Sialan, tidak beruntung. Lagi-lagi aku mencium baumu. Manis. Menggoda. Menggelikan aku suka bau manis bunga yang sudah memiliki lebahnya sendiri. Murahan. Bunga masih banyak, cantik, kenapa masih saja mencintai bau bunga milik sang ratu lebah? Bodoh. Tapi itu dia, disana indahnya, godaan, ingin menaklukkan. Kamu kuat juga bunga. Aku bukan lebah lainnya, sayang. Aku hanya seorang teman, teman yang kamu inginkan juga, iya kan, bunga manis? Sekali-sekali, jangan ikuti aturan, ikuti apa yang mahkota dan angin katakan. Ingin aku, datanglah kepadaku. Tapi aku bukan teman bodoh tanpa hati yang tidak memikirkan sang ratu. Jadi, semuanya terserah kamu. Ah, masa bodoh dengan apa yang kamu pikirkan, kamu sudah cukup gila untuk dulu dekat denganku, dan sekarang datang lagi meminta lebih. Bunga manis yang gila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-3717417929560724975?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3717417929560724975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/bunga-manis-yang-gila.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3717417929560724975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3717417929560724975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/bunga-manis-yang-gila.html' title='Bunga Manis yang Gila'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-1820796413695971412</id><published>2009-10-27T04:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:49:12.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasang Surut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa yang ada di dalam pikiran seseorang yang telah datang dan pergi mengikuti hawa nafsu yang terus pasang dan surut. Indah dan sungguh mengerikan. Janji tidak untuk kembali, tetapi lagi datang untuk memastikan aku tidak akan kemana. Sungguh egois. Bodoh aku tetap menatapnya yang pasang surut. Aku biarkan. Setiap kali ia datang, ia akan pergi dengan tanda-tanda tulisan atau perilaku yang aku yakin hanya untuk meyakinkan dirinya sendiri bahwa keputusannya benar untuk pergi. Tidak, kamu tidak bisa menolakku, lelaki lemah. Kamu akan tetap datang lagi. Aku tidak meminta kamu untuk memegang janjimu untuk tidak akan kembali. Aku ingin kamu tahu diri, dan lagi, tahu malu. Aku tidak perduli apa yang kamu lakukan terhadapku, tetapi aku sendiri, aku tidak memiliki siapa-siapa, jadi dosa kita beda. Jangan anggap aku murahan karena bisa membiarkan kamu datang dan pergi. Setiap kamu melakukannya, aku hanya bisa menatap dalam diam, sambil berpikir, kemana otak lelaki ini? Bodoh. Aku menganggapmu menyedihkan. Kenapa kamu, suka aku? Lepas dia. Kamu akan mengatakan "tidak semudah itu!", padahal nyatanya, untuk meninggalkan dia pergi, lebih mudah daripada kamu yang datang dan lagi pergi dari sebelahku. kamu menurunkan derajatmu jauh jauh kebawah derajatku yang sudah cukup di bawah di mata manusia sekitarku. Aku tidak perduli. Mau apa kamu sekarang? Aku sudah berhenti mencoba untuk mengganggumu. Aku tidak datang. Kamu yang tiba-tiba datang dan meneriakkan isi perutmu. Gila ya kamu? Mau apa sebenarnya? Ayo buat keputusan, kamu akan menyakitiku cepat atau lambat, sudah kupercepat, ternyata kamu tambah lagi hukumannya. Kamu pintar, sayang. Pintar bermain dengan api, belum lagi terbakar. Apa? Kamu kira aku tidak tahu dia akan datang? Lalu apa yang kamu lakukan? Harusnya kamu konsentrasi, bagaimana bertemu muka dengan perempuan itu nanti, bukannya bermain api dengan cinta lagi. Bodoh kalau kamu berpikir aku melakukan segalanya dengan otak, aku tidak berotak! Segalanya menari dengan hati, maka jangan ganggu tarianku ini, bila mau, menarilah bersamaku, dan jangan coba-coba memakai baju beban rasa bersalah sebagai kostum menarimu lain kali kita menari. Sungguh mengganggu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-1820796413695971412?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1820796413695971412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/pasang-surut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1820796413695971412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1820796413695971412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/pasang-surut.html' title='Pasang Surut'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-8229717079747143085</id><published>2009-10-24T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:51:29.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just making things right in order, these are my accounts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000188793902&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://tessaohtessa.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dwadiandra"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/dwadiandra"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/dwadiandra"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-8229717079747143085?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8229717079747143085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/accounts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8229717079747143085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8229717079747143085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/accounts.html' title='Accounts'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-9084014048092582415</id><published>2009-10-24T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:56:36.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x</title><content type='html'>What it is to to be a secret. Not keeping one, not telling one, not curious of one, but to be the one. How does it feel? Does it hurt? Does it keep you away from telling that the secret is you? Does it lasts forever? Does this will ever work?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What it is to be patience? What takes you to be patience? Will you follow the game until you dance abstractly and still be patience? Not to cry, not to scream, not to ask for the game to stop, just... Be patience... Will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sacred night, once in a while, after the bubble came out of the blue. Short after you stop believing in yourself, a moment after you give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-9084014048092582415?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/9084014048092582415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/9084014048092582415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/9084014048092582415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/x.html' title='x'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-3130785232924257572</id><published>2009-10-24T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:12:27.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Over Dear Deer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, I've decided to be independent, most likely to be single. Until I feel it's right, until I settle down and have no more things to think about, the clean slate. Well, drinks and puffs of spliff took out my secret. The truth. Now I don't know why I let my self trapped in the absurd one. I heavenly am happy. I am. But this, is not right, the wrong kind of happiness. Guilty pleasure, the best one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-3130785232924257572?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3130785232924257572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/hanging-over-dear-deer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3130785232924257572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3130785232924257572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/hanging-over-dear-deer.html' title='Hanging Over Dear Deer?'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-3165468058014628667</id><published>2009-10-20T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:43:05.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>North and South</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;North and South are no longer the different sides of magnet, no attractive force no more. &lt;b&gt;They are now the repellence&lt;/b&gt;, for the sakes of being respectful, unwanted. No guilt, no regret, nothing. Empty? No, they were attracted, back then. Now, they choose to repel. the North was repelled by the South, when the science formula says it should have been attracted, means it's impossible. But it happened. Why? Why? Why? South was scratched pretty deep, pretty insane, pretty... In love to get this tears. North can only say "&lt;i&gt;Sorry.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-3165468058014628667?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3165468058014628667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/north-and-south.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3165468058014628667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3165468058014628667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/north-and-south.html' title='North and South'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6490680786241454279</id><published>2009-10-19T07:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:58:50.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What was the last word you said to me?&lt;div&gt;"Don't be too selfish"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM NOT. That is the reason why I'm leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.... And I'd like to keep it that way. Okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6490680786241454279?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6490680786241454279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-was-last-word-you-said-to-me-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6490680786241454279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6490680786241454279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-was-last-word-you-said-to-me-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6605556027612613651</id><published>2009-10-19T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:45:23.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is all right. The truth been told, it is alright. I know what you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I will give you the smile, the mile that is saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"we were good back then, but I failed, so now I'm going"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6605556027612613651?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6605556027612613651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-all-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6605556027612613651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6605556027612613651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-all-right.html' title='It is?'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-3791191522457771421</id><published>2009-10-07T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:44:58.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripped and Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I let him slipped through my fingers few times&lt;br /&gt;He's tired of it&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold him forever..&lt;br /&gt;But how, if he's not willing to trip to my hand...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to hold anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-3791191522457771421?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3791191522457771421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/tripped-and-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3791191522457771421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3791191522457771421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/tripped-and-gone.html' title='Tripped and Gone'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-279402786265174205</id><published>2009-10-07T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:46:01.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song About 3 Months Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, La Tessa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kau membuat hidupku berwarna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Warna-warni terpancar dari hatimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kuingin menjadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yang terbaik untukmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kau relakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Diriku disampingku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Selamanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Selamanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Selamanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Selamanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;La Tessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sounds cheesy but I fall for the guy. he wrote this song after 2 weeks of knowing me. So cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;Are you still feeling the same way too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;UPDATE: Nope people, no he is not :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-279402786265174205?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/279402786265174205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-about-3-months-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/279402786265174205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/279402786265174205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-about-3-months-ago.html' title='A Song About 3 Months Ago'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-1700669138826118392</id><published>2009-10-06T04:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:49:18.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>labyrinth, songs and writings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You're now some sort of my inspiration. I need songs, writings and happiness to sort this endless life labyrinth. Nothing to much, it's a positive sight I see in you, colorful touches and ignorance of the youth, beautifully combined and declaring selves. Snogging is not the thing. And not the appearance, but the heart, the beat and the soul, yeah, the soul... You're now I call beautiful inspiration. The heart is harmless. This heart needs attention. The youth ignorance, don't give it too much, I've had enough from the last ones. Don't run, I won't chase. I'll be standing here, I won't be dancing, I'll just be standing. Some sort of. Real way, I won't be going nowhere. Right now and then, I'll pan on my Labyrinth, and you'll be here next to me, not doing what I'm doing but to complete the thing I'm doing so these will be the perfect colaboration of two mindless dancers. Completing, that's what you're here for me. To complete the forms of endless labyrinth. Make this colorful, because every step is crucial and we're the ones who colors it. Yes, it us, by any meanings, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you, and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-1700669138826118392?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1700669138826118392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/labyrinth-songs-and-writings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1700669138826118392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1700669138826118392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/labyrinth-songs-and-writings.html' title='labyrinth, songs and writings'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-8313923478154055070</id><published>2009-10-06T02:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:46:18.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing the Heartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I can't sleep, this is the second night. This is getting too much, overloaded, my head is hurting, I didn't get enough sleep. Everytime I close my eyes, I think about things, those things that shouldn't be thought. Not the missing pieces of the actual heart break, not the bitterness of endless tortures living far away from whomever I think about right now. It just feels wrong, everything, these and those. I'm not waiting for my head to blows away. It won't ever do so. It's just me and my mistakes, failure, denial and fractures of refusal. Every single thing I did for this last couple months is just wrong. Even I'm me, I'm wrong. Nothing that I did is right. Hurting. Killing heartbeats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-8313923478154055070?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8313923478154055070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/killing-heartbeat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8313923478154055070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8313923478154055070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/killing-heartbeat.html' title='Killing the Heartbeat'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-4518707291175745232</id><published>2009-10-05T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:53:41.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric of the "Waiting Part"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something I wrote and now is developed into something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to trust, I want you to know and I want you to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world's still spinning&lt;br /&gt;She come again and not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes again&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing, crying and no more shimmering&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you're not waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wondering if you too will leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be going for a while&lt;br /&gt;No need to say good bye&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;It is my time to show you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave this all behind&lt;br /&gt;We still have something&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith on this (trust me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No need to say goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SsjuxkfprKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jj3F6RClclw/s1600-h/6773_238669930200_716420200_7711965_1549035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SsjuxkfprKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jj3F6RClclw/s320/6773_238669930200_716420200_7711965_1549035_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388819489526230178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-4518707291175745232?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4518707291175745232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/lyric-of-waiting-part.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4518707291175745232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4518707291175745232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/lyric-of-waiting-part.html' title='Lyric of the &quot;Waiting Part&quot;'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SsjuxkfprKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jj3F6RClclw/s72-c/6773_238669930200_716420200_7711965_1549035_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-7826519527369565830</id><published>2009-10-04T23:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:11:52.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poets of the Alcohols</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alcohol did something to the art and creativity part of their brains. Nice, beautifully dancing, the unstoppable beat and, no screams for tonight. The writing are just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narasyadha.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nara Arsyada Nugroho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kami berdansa?&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Tuhan bermain dengan kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Permainan dengan nama takdir&lt;br /&gt;Dan kita bola dalam permainan itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasit meniup peluit&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah kartu merah keluar&lt;br /&gt;Takdir memainkan permainannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita keluar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menuduh kita berjalai&lt;br /&gt;Merenungkan apa yang kita perbuat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelanggaran terjadi!&lt;br /&gt;Pelanggaran adalah pelanggaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita keluar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan Tuhan adalah wasitnya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Tessa Dwadiandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musik bermain, aku berdansa&lt;br /&gt;Alkohol bereaksi di perutku&lt;br /&gt;Kenikmatan yang hanya sementara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sementara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alunan musik bermain dengan bas, aku berdansa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semua begitu sempurna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanganpun ikut bermain&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku tidak dapat menolaknya&lt;br /&gt;Diantara tangan Tuhan yang seiring bermain dengan hidupku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inge Sari Purnama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah cerita dari balik awan&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kami manusia berlari mencari sebuah titik kebahagiaan&lt;br /&gt;Kami terbang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melayang diatas sebuah kenistaan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencari kebahagiaan karena cerita berlari dari yang kami inginkan...&lt;br /&gt;Air mata bukanlah jawaban,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi sebuah kepuasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexandra Josina Stefanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessong..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gilee ini jam 3.13 loh Tess! Barusan kita berlima abis nelen tequila bareng-bareng looh.. bwahaha.. Soob sooobb ini tequila kedua gue *kebayang nggak waktu itu gue pernah ngabisimn ENEM shot* udaa nginep B3 aja yah.. Biar ntar masih bisa ngobrol-ngobrol, cerita-cerita, ketawa-ketawa (PS: Kalo nggak tewas) hahaha x)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congratulations fot hte view commitment with Jude the Judas. Make it last, girl, atleast, try to. *Like I do :P*&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll hit the cinema for the 500 Days of Summer yea!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've looked for your jeans @ Forever 21 Sunway but it wasn't there! Try to find me one please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Today's the first *and hopefully the last* time I cried in the middle of people partying :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I JUST REALIZED THAT ECERYBODY'S WRITING POEM BUT ME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andhika Putra Priyandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosa dibuat untuk mewarnai hidup kita man&lt;br /&gt;Kalo kita hidup hanya dipenuhi dengan kebaikan&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin hidup kita bakal flat-flat aja&lt;br /&gt;Coba kalo Adam ga makan apel,&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin sekarang kita ga bisa ngerasain mabok, giting, kenceng, ngablo, apapun itulah!&lt;br /&gt;Makanya, selagi kita masih bisa menikmati dosa-dosa itu, menu=dingan kita nikmati aja..&lt;br /&gt;Hidup cuma sebentar! gak afdol kalo kita lurus-;urus aja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is never flat, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bukan berartigue mendukung dosa... Cuman.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siapa yang ga berdosa sih?&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the wrap, we never count how many mistakes we did, we just continue to live our life, because somehow, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the color of the life is where we put mistakes as the color and the lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-7826519527369565830?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7826519527369565830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/poets-of-alcohols.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7826519527369565830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7826519527369565830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/poets-of-alcohols.html' title='Poets of the Alcohols'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-4114378175152396420</id><published>2009-09-29T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:18:18.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was beautiful, fulfilled the expectation. I  didn't hope for the little Halloween treat to come that fast, yes that was fast. But I enjoyed it, thanks to you. Well anyway, I skinny dip the treat, wait for couple of minutes and yes there they are, hello again my imaginary friends, full of shadows, square, circle and... wait, who is the newcomer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi, nice dress you're wearing there, Missy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all black dreams, hopes and hallucination, she stood up and started to dance with the squares, triangles and circles floating around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So beautiful and smooth, like the wind&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That moment was going to be the all night entertainment, I realized. I shook up my head, the balcony introduced me to the moving town houses. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;, it was amazing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;. I had no clue. She vanished as I see the bright. Oh it was the light. Where's the source? I want it to be off. I couldn't stand it.. I wanted the night to be longer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never stop. Don't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me meet my friends a little longer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-4114378175152396420?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4114378175152396420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4114378175152396420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4114378175152396420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-miss.html' title='Hi Miss'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-451558821953139844</id><published>2009-09-29T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:47:00.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;May be you are the one who needs help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Are you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-451558821953139844?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/451558821953139844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-okay-yes-i-am-im-doing-just-fine-may.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/451558821953139844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/451558821953139844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-okay-yes-i-am-im-doing-just-fine-may.html' title='Are You?'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-2180057027938770238</id><published>2009-09-25T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:48:48.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least... Try!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What is so hurting about getting in to my life a bit too deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are sorry about letting me go&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you are breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;When you are having this guilt and regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually from the time you say bye, I immediately forget things&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask you to leave,&lt;br /&gt;Because the fact is I never asked you to stay from the first place&lt;br /&gt;So when you decided to go, it gives command to my brain, that these memories no longer needed, so then it's erased.&lt;br /&gt;Why would I keep that? I hate broken heart, so let's forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said forget, not forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-2180057027938770238?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2180057027938770238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-so-hurting-about-getting-in-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2180057027938770238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2180057027938770238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-so-hurting-about-getting-in-to.html' title='At Least... Try!'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-9012974037436635896</id><published>2009-09-21T02:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:48:59.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am in the middle of the labyrith&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the way out&lt;br /&gt;You're the boy, you're the one who needs to take me out of this misery&lt;br /&gt;Even though at the end of the path, we'll go on separate ways, at least take me out of this place first&lt;br /&gt;This is not a shoe box&lt;br /&gt;This is labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where we jumped together for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-9012974037436635896?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/9012974037436635896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-in-middle-of-labyrith-i-cant-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/9012974037436635896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/9012974037436635896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-in-middle-of-labyrith-i-cant-find.html' title='Help'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-3567883921350739548</id><published>2009-09-21T02:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:49:20.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Brought to the sweetest level of nirvana, then fell from the hole of lies&lt;br /&gt;As simple as that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the speed, I'm not prepared, no parachute, or at least a softer landing&lt;br /&gt;Hit hard&lt;br /&gt;Hit hard&lt;br /&gt;Broken bones, not a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Just... The foundation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wrecked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-3567883921350739548?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3567883921350739548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/ups-and-downs-brought-to-sweetest-level.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3567883921350739548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3567883921350739548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/ups-and-downs-brought-to-sweetest-level.html' title='Ups and Downs Again'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-8714548687205343648</id><published>2009-09-20T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:54:30.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstaticasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;happy lebaran&lt;br /&gt;last night, I was happy&lt;br /&gt;today, I'm ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;let's live in the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I have no past and I don't think about the future&lt;br /&gt;it comes soon enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-8714548687205343648?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8714548687205343648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-lebaran-last-night-i-was-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8714548687205343648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8714548687205343648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-lebaran-last-night-i-was-happy.html' title='Ecstaticasy'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-4632612706336162813</id><published>2009-09-20T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:50:31.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I was giggling myself. The pounding heart says the different words...&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah.. So funny. A loser and a dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is modern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-4632612706336162813?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4632612706336162813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-giggling-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4632612706336162813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4632612706336162813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-giggling-myself.html' title='Modern Love'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-4653227391085566914</id><published>2009-09-19T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:50:49.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral of the story: Jangan bermain api.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Setelah mengeksplorasi isi hati dan otak, aku tidak menemukannya.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf, let's soon be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;/span&gt;Jangan bermain api.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-4653227391085566914?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4653227391085566914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/setelah-mengeksplorasi-isi-hati-dan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4653227391085566914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4653227391085566914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/setelah-mengeksplorasi-isi-hati-dan.html' title='Moral of the story: Jangan bermain api.'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-5293487147001069179</id><published>2009-09-19T05:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:51:59.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaabooom! Cracked heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I'm helping you out here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to stop your misery and burden,&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like now it turns out to be mine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-5293487147001069179?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5293487147001069179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-helping-you-out-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5293487147001069179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5293487147001069179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-helping-you-out-here.html' title='Kaabooom! Cracked heart'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-5264491554687980530</id><published>2009-09-19T05:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:51:18.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is not a playground, where you can play swings, see-saw, slides, and just running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You acted like you're in a playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just do the swing, and put me in a swing, so then I can go up and down and up in just seconds.&lt;br /&gt;I see you for sometimes, then you'll just be gone for no good and no bad, just gone. See Saw..&lt;br /&gt;This is your favorite game for me. Slide.. You asked me to reached the top of the slide, so then you can ask me to go on the slide, down.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no need of further explanation, running around? Ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You're just a kid, and I'm the toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You just played me around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-5264491554687980530?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5264491554687980530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-not-playground-where-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5264491554687980530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5264491554687980530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-not-playground-where-you-can.html' title='Around the Round'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-5132313499324791419</id><published>2009-09-19T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:52:30.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life IS A Story Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"You write such a pretty words. But life's no story book."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That was what you wrote on my book. I won't ask you why, I'll give you the answer even though you will never read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have my own world, the world of things I love and I hate but I believe. Simply yes, I compiled my experiences and make stories out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You don't like it? Don't read it, it's that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh and, &lt;i&gt;why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-5132313499324791419?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5132313499324791419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-write-such-pretty-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5132313499324791419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5132313499324791419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-write-such-pretty-words.html' title='Life IS A Story Book'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6323975693790078818</id><published>2009-09-18T07:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:54:47.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinky with Styles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's a bit more quite these days,&lt;br /&gt;I get knocked down by the immigration states of mind&lt;br /&gt;But today I'll go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Home, somewhere I have the beloved&lt;br /&gt; Somewhere I throw my napkins and get kinky with styles&lt;br /&gt; The place where tree grows side to side with the garden, small one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6323975693790078818?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6323975693790078818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-bit-more-quite-these-days-i-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I went rock and roller with a lover&lt;br /&gt;Chase the opportunity of coming back home&lt;br /&gt;What is the secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by skanking lies&lt;br /&gt;Heart is not a timber&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose the trick and some dancing moves&lt;br /&gt;We're still here to be the performers&lt;br /&gt;Don't take this the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;Don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicking noises and ripped shirt&lt;br /&gt;We had some love&lt;br /&gt;We had it all&lt;br /&gt;We forgot this and we'll die&lt;br /&gt;We'll be gone without saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just don't, just don't give this up too easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This songs is for me to rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To dance and appreciate the existence of a lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-729007275743250773?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/729007275743250773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6849269243903780128</id><published>2009-09-12T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:55:07.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Coming Home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; we're takin' chances, you told me life was a risk&lt;br /&gt;but I just have one last question...&lt;br /&gt;will it be my heart or will it be his?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;CITY AND COLOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; - "Comin' Home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6849269243903780128?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6849269243903780128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-that-were-takin-chances-you-told.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6849269243903780128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6849269243903780128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-that-were-takin-chances-you-told.html' title='Am I Coming Home?'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-5855449628872200920</id><published>2009-09-12T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:56:45.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chitra Amboinanda Harminto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SqtYUoN9a2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OCJ9qhwcdWo/s1600-h/chihppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 525px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SqtYUoN9a2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OCJ9qhwcdWo/s320/chihppp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380491291240786786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my hotts for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-5855449628872200920?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5855449628872200920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-hotts-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5855449628872200920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5855449628872200920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-hotts-for-you.html' title='Chitra Amboinanda Harminto'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SqtYUoN9a2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OCJ9qhwcdWo/s72-c/chihppp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-460340229915073435</id><published>2009-09-12T02:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:55:17.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She dances along the rhythm, all night, all night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She hallucinates the shadows and dancing spectrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Feeling awkward reading this symphony?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is the best feeling ever, and so she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She opens her eyes and finds it dark, even though she's in a bright room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Not because of the sunglasses she wore the whole night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She's having a blackout, the most comfortable black out ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There she lies on the bed with red blanket, warmth all over her body, seems like she needs a rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She simply are having another term of stepping up to the next level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;next level of colorful rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She doesn't want the night to be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She wants it to be forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So then she can be there, where the shadows and blackout will be the domination of brain system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-460340229915073435?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/460340229915073435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-dances-along-rhythm-all-night-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/460340229915073435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/460340229915073435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-dances-along-rhythm-all-night-all.html' title='Fascination'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-9182410747280709413</id><published>2009-09-12T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:55:29.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mightish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't know what bothers my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; It feels cold. Shivering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Might be because this one guy come and go in and out of my life, easily. But I let him. I let my heart run along to the random calls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Might be because I feel happy, sad, no more angry, towards the truth that someone important is married, have to keep it a secret. Have to lie. Have to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Might be because I have someone from the past dancing along with me now, a long distance dance with ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Might be because this one particular guy is doing this flashing popup in mind trick. Bad boy. You need to make up your mind. Tired. I'M TIRED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I feel weak to let these things bothers my heart. Not my head, it came along in one package, heart and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Everything is new. Everything is... Untouchable.. Everything is.. Blur. Naked dance with the music, mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; So then I run away from the depression room, mine, still, game is still on, heart wouldn't lie, it's won't be gone soon, it follows me, not haunting because it's not scary, just following me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-9182410747280709413?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/9182410747280709413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/mightish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/9182410747280709413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/9182410747280709413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/mightish.html' title='Mightish'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-432445110051531761</id><published>2009-09-12T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:55:36.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You'll be here when my dreams are all gone, which means you'll never be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I miss the time when you were besides me. It's lovely. It is lovely. Gosh. When the lights off, you jumped on the bed, brought the secret along, let it kissed me, kissed you, sleep in between, let me hugged it, so I can sleep. You slept besides me, hugged me tightly, woke up every time I felt uncomfortable, then let me sleep, you let me sleep until I finally wake up, sweated, you swiped it. You smile and let me drink. And hug me just to make me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; You won't let me take those pills. It is lovely. Everything about us is lovely. But not to be careless about the truth that when you were in front of your laptop you chatted with your girlfriend. Shoot. You got someone already. Double shoot. Sad. Yeah. That was the reason why you're not mine. Yes you'll never let her go. I know. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; It is painful. I think I'm going to vomit, for real. Its choking me. No need to buy a brand new heart. Let go, or ask for words? Explanation? Change the conversation to bla-bla-bla. Change of topics. You can't face it either. Stop the crap, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-432445110051531761?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/432445110051531761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/432445110051531761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/432445110051531761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-you.html' title='Would You?'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-7907171493696095605</id><published>2009-08-31T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:56:13.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable Humanoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She's a miserable humanoid, she went down and up and down with no hesitation, she do things she want and doesn't want to do. She just feel free about it. She never thinks about other people, whenever she feels like doing it, she will do so. So why is she a miserable one? Because behind all the clouds of selfishness, there rely the choked thin no souled pretty chick. That's the real her. She walked up and down and fell. She stands up and waste her energy, just to try to feel happy. Not long time ago, she got another hit from God. Her brother, the most important but not too close person in her life get married without telling her. So how could she handle that? She's pretty messed up indeed. She didn't feel good about it. She actually hates it. She found out the fact FROM AN ALBUM ON FACEBOOK. Gosh this little choked chick can really get into reality. She cried for the first one hour, called a banana and tried to get explanation from it. but then banana can do nothing. Banana can only say I'm sorry. So she browse and found out that her Mommers found out about that too, there she cried again. She cried because she can't see the family falling apart, she's accepting that her life fell apart already from the 3rd year of her breathing life, but to see this beautiful family falling apart? That's the worst she could handle. She can't do nothing else than daydreaming about her memorable childhood with the fish-lip. It was so fun, so cute but again, not too close. She come back to reality, gosh, what can she do? It happened already, what can she do? Try to find explanation? This is too hardcore. So she walked out of her house, went to the city try to find a perfect place for her to feel better. Nowhere to be the best place. So she went home, went to her secret love house, try to find a perfect place, but then again, God blast her life with another mistake, she needs to get out of there soon, he's someone elses, how could she finds it perfect? Nothing to bother, but she likes it there, so she stay there for another 3 days, when she absolutely happy and forget. BOOM! Back to reality, chick. Go home. Go home. Go home. Brother will call you, but, until this second, after 16 hours waiting for the phone to ring, she gives up. Maybe God has another plan. Time to isolate herself from surroundings and let the fun girl get some rest in the shoe box. She's tired of playing the role, the room is so comforting even tho she's still choked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-7907171493696095605?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7907171493696095605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/08/miserable-humanoid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7907171493696095605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7907171493696095605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/08/miserable-humanoid.html' title='Miserable Humanoid'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-377996370268834872</id><published>2009-08-31T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:56:24.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-63-B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no bestfriend? Who said so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love them more than anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SpvBhIwIfGI/AAAAAAAAADU/SO3-iRKh2Gc/s1600-h/DSC_9040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SpvBhIwIfGI/AAAAAAAAADU/SO3-iRKh2Gc/s320/DSC_9040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376103355226029154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hope nothing can separate us, E-63-B"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SpvBhIwIfGI/AAAAAAAAADU/SO3-iRKh2Gc/s1600-h/DSC_9040.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-377996370268834872?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/377996370268834872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-no-bestfriend-who-said-so-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/377996370268834872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/377996370268834872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-no-bestfriend-who-said-so-i-love.html' title='E-63-B'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SpvBhIwIfGI/AAAAAAAAADU/SO3-iRKh2Gc/s72-c/DSC_9040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6664930078569755470</id><published>2009-08-24T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:01:20.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SpJIjtnGEpI/AAAAAAAAADM/HC7xBSTxeIk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SpJIjtnGEpI/AAAAAAAAADM/HC7xBSTxeIk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373437083782615698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just wondering why, until now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still stuck with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6664930078569755470?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6664930078569755470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-wondering-why-until-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6664930078569755470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6664930078569755470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-wondering-why-until-now.html' title=''/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SpJIjtnGEpI/AAAAAAAAADM/HC7xBSTxeIk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-1005552983437212039</id><published>2009-08-24T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:36:13.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me now. after a long gone by, I came up with a new story.&lt;br /&gt;About a purity of friendship, and the love that can't be denied. To the friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-1005552983437212039?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1005552983437212039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1005552983437212039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1005552983437212039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-872380674794830093</id><published>2009-08-15T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:22:53.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open your mind and heart. Did you find me somewhere there?&lt;br /&gt;Because in my mind and heart, you're starting to dominate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-872380674794830093?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/872380674794830093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/08/open-your-mind-and-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/872380674794830093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/872380674794830093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/08/open-your-mind-and-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-3271703275872031106</id><published>2009-07-14T03:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:59:28.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SluRYxFmf6I/AAAAAAAAADE/rM_VM93qaQQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SluRYxFmf6I/AAAAAAAAADE/rM_VM93qaQQ/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358036036367056802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi Mr. Sunshine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's such a ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ce view from the top, up here, Mr. Sun. I was waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the happiness and bless.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chi, Look what I've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-3271703275872031106?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3271703275872031106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-mr.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3271703275872031106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3271703275872031106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SluRYxFmf6I/AAAAAAAAADE/rM_VM93qaQQ/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-5900490999923827500</id><published>2009-07-12T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:27:52.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;dl style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;dt style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="quote"&gt;"To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. Just to give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt."&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Madonna (1958 -  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, O Magazine, January 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-5900490999923827500?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5900490999923827500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be-brave-is-to-love-someone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5900490999923827500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5900490999923827500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be-brave-is-to-love-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-3088450157402544192</id><published>2009-07-09T05:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:43:22.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Childhood Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chitra brought me back the memories of elementary, my first year in Madania. When there's only laugh, happiness, pure friendship, easy assignments, and cooking day, well even though there's dots and diary book, we had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered a thing. Not a thing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; towards someone. There's this blur memories of my first childhood crush. It was so funny, when the first time I laid my eyes on him, well, he's so cute, chubby, and yeah, I like him straight away. We knew we liked each other, and apparently we barely even talk, just too embarrassed to talk, even to say hi. But I thought it's only a childhood crush..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so we went to junior high school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the feeling was still there&lt;/span&gt;. it's not going anywhere, I met some guys, but this childhood crush was always there, deep deep inside, a slight and thin air of memory. What was this all about? I barely even talk to him, we barely even met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours ago, I watched him sang this song, and suddenly I remembered him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, the thin air is still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I finished watching the video and... He's all grown up.. I saw him singing this song.. I was... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh.. He has someone else now, this song is dedicated for this girl...&lt;/span&gt; And this thin air went up above the water and shows up... Curiosity, I prefer calling it, and no, he's still single... Phew... Wait. Whoa.. No way. Why did I even checked? Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just never thought I still had the feelings through the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-3088450157402544192?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3088450157402544192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/07/childhood-crush.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3088450157402544192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/3088450157402544192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/07/childhood-crush.html' title='Childhood Crush'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-8363886284157665687</id><published>2009-07-07T06:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:16:34.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's almost 6, and yes, I'm still awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few moments ago, i went out to the roof. My place to run from everything. I brought my dad's cigarettes and mine. I took my sister's pillow. I jumped out of the window, I asked my maid to bring me some hot tea, she asked, "you did not sleep, did you?" "no, I can't".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know why I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There up on the roof, i sat, smoke my dad's cigarette and I was waiting for the sun to rise. Maybe, just maybe, the sun can tell my why am I still awake. But then, I'm sleepy, but still, I walked around at the roof, thinking, what am I doing here. Oh. I just want to run from my full filled head. But then I can't find the answer there. The sun, until now, still hiding far from the horizon, I want to ask, will today be a good day? Will my problem vanished? Will I ever be okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep, but how can you sleep in the time like this? I have no idea what my problem is. Sometimes I just want to go unsocial, lock my self up in my room, hide from new troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sun, for not waiting for you to rise, I'm just tired. I think I'll just let my head rest. So maybe then later when I wake up I can see you and you can tell me, will today is going to be a better and less-problem day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SlKEja3PtbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TSC_dbATasI/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SlKEja3PtbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TSC_dbATasI/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355488650938267058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you. Honestly. But you hurt me too many times.&lt;br /&gt;For us, there will never be such thing as turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-8363886284157665687?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8363886284157665687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/07/6-am.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8363886284157665687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/8363886284157665687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/07/6-am.html' title='6 AM'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SlKEja3PtbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TSC_dbATasI/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-4364453748271526446</id><published>2009-07-02T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:34:23.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SkxiYQlO7DI/AAAAAAAAACw/lsXqEWMPTbk/s1600-h/at+bandung+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SkxiYQlO7DI/AAAAAAAAACw/lsXqEWMPTbk/s320/at+bandung+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353762225944194098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SkxiX-KxpGI/AAAAAAAAACo/0i_8evX1Rs0/s1600-h/at+bandung+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SkxiX-KxpGI/AAAAAAAAACo/0i_8evX1Rs0/s320/at+bandung+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353762221001385058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ Bandung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had fun before we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Backsound: Sahabat Kecil - Ipang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nara, Chitra, life is short, for you both, and for me, so, thank you for the happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-4364453748271526446?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4364453748271526446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4364453748271526446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4364453748271526446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/SkxiYQlO7DI/AAAAAAAAACw/lsXqEWMPTbk/s72-c/at+bandung+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-710250947927093102</id><published>2009-06-21T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:45:26.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW BEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A new bee came, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came with no buzz&lt;br /&gt;It came with no sound,&lt;br /&gt;It came with no particular smell,&lt;br /&gt;It came with no special attraction to any other flower,&lt;br /&gt;Some flowers even closed their petals, they didn't want the bees to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the flower was so happy, what is this bee? Why is it so quite but simply makes me attracted? So different from any other bees that came and went.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. He came to me. Stay longer please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then as soon as he came, the bee just went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-710250947927093102?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/710250947927093102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/710250947927093102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/710250947927093102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-bee.html' title='A NEW BEE'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-7523635237948611335</id><published>2009-06-19T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:06:04.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;dl style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="quote"&gt;"It never hurts to ask. Unless you ask for hurt."&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Takayuki Ikkaku, Arisa Hosaka and Toshihiro Kawabata, &lt;i&gt;Animal Crossing: Wild World, 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-7523635237948611335?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/7523635237948611335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-never-hurts-to-ask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7523635237948611335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/7523635237948611335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-never-hurts-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-4568043216530119115</id><published>2009-06-19T05:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:18:20.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it all just a dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or was it all just my imagination of how beautiful love could be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With flower at your backyard as the smell of the heart beat, I still can smell the fresh cut grass, all seems so blurry, almost hit the negative saturation, but still can dominate and express the happiness. Oh, so beautiful, it all seems so happy. I can see you holding my body, we were sitting on the bench, white, dirty bench. I know it's just my imagination, it never happened, I wish it happened. But that's how I feel about you, you're blurry, as a backyard scenery just as the sun come rises, yes darling, you are beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I faced the nights with no sleep, the days with no activity, no smile and no motivation. Because I just found out that for the past nine months, you have been lying to me about your feeling towards me, beautiful scenery. How can a beautiful scenery lied about how they express your feeling? How can they cover it all up with lies and talks? Beautiful lies, thank you for making me the happiest Lily flower ever. Thank you for making the scene, as if I'm the one to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, you're just a memory of the past, beautiful, you're the best part of the memory, and the worst. A girl once told me, that you never mentioned me as your flower, you told me I'm just like our other friend, the grass and the bees. Then I told her, I was your flower for quite a long time, I flew my pollen to another flower by the bees, the wind and the whisper, but, you own me master of beauty, you will never let me go, but. You never let your Dandelion goes too. Why did you never let go of flower you've abandoned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I let you go now master of beauty, maybe your Dandelion still have some hopes in you, I wish her the most beautiful season ahead, I hope Lily and Dandelion can make friends, beauty. I told her the truth now, the pain you gave, the pain I gave, the betrayal, the hatred, but flower let go of the past. Flower has no time to be sad, right Dandelion? And so I give it all back to you honey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm letting you go, I'm not going anywhere, I'll love on my own way now, not to transform to another kind of flower, no I won't, I'll become the most beautiful flower ever, master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-4568043216530119115?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/4568043216530119115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4568043216530119115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/4568043216530119115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless.html' title='SLEEPLESS'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-6463892719340379206</id><published>2009-05-30T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:52:04.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" We can only learn to love by loving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Iris Murdoch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-6463892719340379206?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6463892719340379206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-can-only-learn-to-love-by-loving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6463892719340379206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/6463892719340379206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-can-only-learn-to-love-by-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-2085464555402269382</id><published>2009-05-28T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:16:21.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiousity Over the Mushroom Head</title><content type='html'>Just curious...&lt;br /&gt;How can you handle such pain I gave you?&lt;br /&gt;How can you heal the scar I made?&lt;br /&gt;How can you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-2085464555402269382?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2085464555402269382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/curiousity-over-mushroom-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2085464555402269382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2085464555402269382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/curiousity-over-mushroom-head.html' title='Curiousity Over the Mushroom Head'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-5263024016818569991</id><published>2009-05-28T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:46:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Letter for A Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He came to me, not I came to him, you can see that.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't enjoying, and you know that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very wrong position in a very wrong time, I know that.&lt;br /&gt;You were pissed, I can see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was not my fault.. You know that, I know you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a bad day for me, yes, and for you too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;why do we have to make it worse?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-5263024016818569991?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5263024016818569991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-letter-for-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5263024016818569991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5263024016818569991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-letter-for-chapter.html' title='Sorry Letter for A Chapter'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-1737815411852232003</id><published>2009-05-28T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:47:56.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Command</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Never pretend to love which you do not actually feel,&lt;br /&gt;for love is not ours to command"&lt;/span&gt; -Allan Watts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-1737815411852232003?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/1737815411852232003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-pretend-to-love-which-you-do-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1737815411852232003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/1737815411852232003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-pretend-to-love-which-you-do-not.html' title='Command'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-5784236301686139727</id><published>2009-05-28T05:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:21:02.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Some Nights</title><content type='html'>Some of our night is awful, full with fight, me crying, you stop talking and me start smoking, but don't forget that there's some other night, when we're so happy, full with jokes, laughter, just forget that we've ever fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love those moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love nights with laughter and you hugging + kissing me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you love this too, Walrus? :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-5784236301686139727?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5784236301686139727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-some-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5784236301686139727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/5784236301686139727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-some-nights.html' title='For Some Nights'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718953629113021737.post-2381930355438842819</id><published>2009-05-28T04:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:22:33.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Go Up and Never Forget to Come Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a nonexistent life where I find myself laying down and do nothing, until the wind and the thought of happiness brought me to a trip of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, I'm willing to fly to the destination of nowhere.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start the journey, maybe then we will find a new creatures, new things and may be discover a whole new world of life inside the happiness. Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/718953629113021737-2381930355438842819?l=whataboutsouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2381930355438842819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-go-up-and-never-forget-to-come-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2381930355438842819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/718953629113021737/posts/default/2381930355438842819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutsouth.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-go-up-and-never-forget-to-come-down.html' title='We Go Up and Never Forget to Come Down'/><author><name>LA TESSA DWADIANDRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14140035791094644512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGxJONPhpA/S9fSMAJ1adI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsFPeQY6C0A/S220/DSC_1702.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
