<?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-762475277481413839</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:07:13.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Beats</title><subtitle type='html'>It is the paint that angels trace...This endlessness I taste...Forever</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-6100928210128471108</id><published>2008-05-08T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:27:19.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Pseudo-Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,20,137)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'd fallen into pseudo-love a couple times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I thought this one might be the same.&lt;br /&gt;But then this one seems different...&lt;br /&gt;For now I've realized I have the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an irony actually...&lt;br /&gt;They were near and yet they were false.&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;He is very far and yet he is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent four years to figure out...&lt;br /&gt;They were not the right person for me.&lt;br /&gt;But this one...although it's not even a year,&lt;br /&gt;I find him to be...&lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the loneliness does struck me,&lt;br /&gt;and I can do nothing...but...&lt;br /&gt;remembering the wonderful moments I spent with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are not too many memories with him yet,&lt;br /&gt;but they're enough to keep me strong...&lt;br /&gt;to remind me of who he is...&lt;br /&gt;his &lt;em&gt;gentleness&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;warmth&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know he's always there for me...at a distance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful to have someone like him.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other who could fill his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things I say&lt;br /&gt;are from the bottom of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I want him to know&lt;br /&gt;in my life, he is a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,20,137)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,20,137)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/762475277481413839-6100928210128471108?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/6100928210128471108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/6100928210128471108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-pseudo-love.html' title='The End of Pseudo-Love'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-2948301334867276306</id><published>2007-11-06T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:14:24.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You, Gorgie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll always remember the wonderful feeling&lt;br /&gt;when you first come into my life...&lt;br /&gt;for it fills me to this very day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;we may not be be the same...&lt;br /&gt;But I believe we will fit perfectly&lt;br /&gt;'cos those differences will make us complete,&lt;br /&gt;they will make us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will make this work,&lt;br /&gt;we will understand one another.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on us,&lt;br /&gt;as I won't give up on you,&lt;br /&gt;I promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to be apart,&lt;br /&gt;but you know I'll always be around.&lt;br /&gt;I would never leave you,&lt;br /&gt;especially when you're feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this complex world,&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;is so alive and well in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you've been wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when I'm by myself&lt;br /&gt;           instead of where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when you're in someplace else&lt;br /&gt;           and I've got thoughts to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when I'm on the couch&lt;br /&gt;           and sitting next to air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when I need a hug&lt;br /&gt;           and you are not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when our busy schedules&lt;br /&gt;           keep us separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when you're nowhere near&lt;br /&gt;           and I'm, well, "in the mood"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when I'm with a friend&lt;br /&gt;           and not with you instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when I'm studying&lt;br /&gt;           and you pop into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when you're out of town&lt;br /&gt;           or someplace I can't be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;           instead of here with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-2948301334867276306?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/2948301334867276306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/2948301334867276306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You, Gorgie...'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-1167873199718705896</id><published>2007-09-01T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:44:14.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Make It Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whatever they say...I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it my own way...with them I won't share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cos I'm madly in L.O.V.E with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stay strong,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be by your side.&lt;br /&gt;We are not wrong,&lt;br /&gt;only to you I can confide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;what we have...&lt;br /&gt;'cos our love&lt;br /&gt;is so pure, true and it will never end !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's meant to be, will work out perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change our destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything,&lt;br /&gt;to be your everything.&lt;br /&gt;I would never let you down,&lt;br /&gt;'cos I could never see you wearing a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this I want... with you next to me,&lt;br /&gt;returning love -- the love you've given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/762475277481413839-1167873199718705896?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/1167873199718705896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/1167873199718705896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-make-it-through.html' title='We&apos;ll Make It Through'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-294490862444945329</id><published>2007-08-20T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:24:23.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Incredible Sense of Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whether we're in each other's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or in each other's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emails&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'re in my life&lt;br /&gt;makes everything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; feeling&lt;br /&gt;of deep-down, all-over happiness&lt;br /&gt;that keeps me going,&lt;br /&gt;keeps me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt; inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; when we're apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picture you there&lt;br /&gt;while I'm sitting here&lt;br /&gt;trying to distract myself&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy...&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts always find a way&lt;br /&gt;to come back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned&lt;br /&gt;this love is worth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; moment&lt;br /&gt;of waiting...&lt;br /&gt;So keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;br /&gt;I travel the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;endless&lt;/span&gt; stretch of time&lt;br /&gt;till we can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; again,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; night&lt;br /&gt;I keep the light on in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;the light of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; just for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-294490862444945329?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/294490862444945329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/294490862444945329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-incredible-sense-of-missing-you.html' title='This Incredible Sense of Missing You'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-4321497846681795260</id><published>2007-07-22T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:40:10.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's Waiting For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,20,137)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I never knew you, I would never feel this love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never know how precious life can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing like this feeling, when I look into&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;your eyes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm so grateful that I finally meet you...&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing I could feel a love so strong and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I never held you, I would never have a clue...&lt;br /&gt;Wondering you're the missing part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I seen the truth when I looked into your eyes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our love will forever be beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;somehow we'll make the whole world bright.&lt;br /&gt;There's no moment I'll ever regret,&lt;br /&gt;'cos I've found a very special &lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt; who's very thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always keep a little prayer in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;and you will see the light.&lt;br /&gt;Have faith and your wishes will surely come true&lt;br /&gt;for someone is waiting to be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/762475277481413839-4321497846681795260?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/4321497846681795260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/4321497846681795260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/07/someones-waiting-for-you.html' title='Someone&apos;s Waiting For You'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-5302909139075141953</id><published>2007-06-22T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T18:13:00.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She is His</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Staring at a blank page,&lt;br /&gt;she's thinking whether he still doubts her&lt;br /&gt;Will he take her to the backstage&lt;br /&gt;and convince her that they belong together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he surely knows how to treat her right,&lt;br /&gt;not just like another dime&lt;br /&gt;She may be his priceless work of art&lt;br /&gt;If they'll be together from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's so far..and yet he's so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile never fails to brighten her day&lt;br /&gt;Though she's far from the best...&lt;br /&gt;with him, she'll always pray&lt;br /&gt;that he'll never regret and protest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realizes that he's not like another man&lt;br /&gt;He won't toy with her and let her fall behind&lt;br /&gt;for he's a true gentleman&lt;br /&gt;What could make her be in his thoughtful mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;together they'd be strong&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's ok,&lt;br /&gt;with him she'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's done a lot of  foolish things...&lt;br /&gt;like a little girl who lost her way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's almost wasted half of her time&lt;br /&gt;till she met him&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest days she's found&lt;br /&gt;only when she's with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she too transparent?&lt;br /&gt;Her feelings for him are so strong&lt;br /&gt;that they're all too apparent&lt;br /&gt;She's sure though...that her feelings are not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He'll always be inside her heart...&lt;br /&gt;because it's a place that'll forever be his alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-5302909139075141953?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/5302909139075141953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/5302909139075141953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-is-his.html' title='She is His'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-4151608081921773127</id><published>2007-06-15T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:29:08.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisahku...Kisah Kita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Terkadang kuterperangkap di masa lalu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam perasaan yang telah kualami sekian lamanya&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rutinitas yang kujalani dengannya di masa-masa itu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hati kumenangis, walau terlihat kutersenyum dihadapannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak dapat kuberpikir jernih&lt;br /&gt;Tidak berani kuberdiri&lt;br /&gt;Dan menerima kembali arti kasih&lt;br /&gt;Terasa sepi ku seorang diri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian kau datang,&lt;br /&gt;Merubah semua menjadi seindah mimpi&lt;br /&gt;Membantuku melewati cobaan yang menghadang&lt;br /&gt;Bersamamu pasti akan kuhadapi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan bangunkanku dari mimpi indah ini&lt;br /&gt;Bila kau tak di sisiku,&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik terus kupejamkan mata ini&lt;br /&gt;Tuk menikmati hangatnya kasihmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kusenang...kusedih...kau ada denganku&lt;br /&gt;Berharap ini bukan panggung sandiwaramu&lt;br /&gt;Perlihatkanlah belangmu...&lt;br /&gt;Agar kutahu bagaimana cara membahagiakanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejauh ini bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;Kau selalu menyenangkan,&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikanku perhatianmu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam setiap kesempatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurasakan kehangatan dalam setiap kata-katamu&lt;br /&gt;Kuharap kau takkan pernah berubah&lt;br /&gt;Ingin kumengerti bisik hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Agar dapat kutemani kau melangkah&lt;br /&gt;Dan menjadikan ini kisah yang terindah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 169, 184);"&gt;P.S. You've given me a deep sense of warmth and security. Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/762475277481413839-4151608081921773127?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/4151608081921773127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/4151608081921773127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/06/kisahku.html' title='Kisahku...Kisah Kita...'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-7145551526275266508</id><published>2007-06-11T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:31:07.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Will Wait...and Understand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She can wait, she can sit&lt;br /&gt;And wondering what kind of world&lt;br /&gt;He's thinking about&lt;br /&gt;She's trying to find the right words&lt;br /&gt;To express what she feels deep inside her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll never be disappointed in him&lt;br /&gt;For she's found the most perfect man in her very eyes&lt;br /&gt;With her heart, she sees the best in him&lt;br /&gt;The last one he may be, if his love for her never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has her doubts on what will happen&lt;br /&gt;But his gentle words soothed her fears&lt;br /&gt;And made her feel like she's in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Surely, God has answered her prayer and wiped her tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll give her hand to him with all her heart&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that she'll be able to shine for him,&lt;br /&gt;Giving him a fresh start,&lt;br /&gt;And assuring him that none of these is a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's found someone older and wiser&lt;br /&gt;To whom she can depend on when when she's lost&lt;br /&gt;He's given her everyday life full of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Without any cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could she not love this human-formed angel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/762475277481413839-7145551526275266508?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/7145551526275266508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/7145551526275266508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-will-wait.html' title='She Will Wait...and Understand...'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-1125151377679145901</id><published>2007-06-08T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:51:16.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream of No More Aching and Breaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She hopes he will feel the same&lt;br /&gt;For she will never push and rush him&lt;br /&gt;She's never created any game&lt;br /&gt;That will ever hurt him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's not trying to make him feel uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She never tries to make him feel anything but happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he could only understand&lt;br /&gt;That he's brightened up her life&lt;br /&gt;Though he's standing on a different land&lt;br /&gt;He's made her feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's someone she can count on&lt;br /&gt;When she needs a pair of helping hands&lt;br /&gt;He's compassionate and loving&lt;br /&gt;He always understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Faith in him is all she has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And she wants to be the one&lt;br /&gt;Who can always brighten up his days&lt;br /&gt;Even if she couldn't brighten up her own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things she says&lt;br /&gt;Come straight from her heart&lt;br /&gt;What she wants him to know is...&lt;br /&gt;He may not be her first,&lt;br /&gt;But will he be the last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-1125151377679145901?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/1125151377679145901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/1125151377679145901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/06/dream-for-no-more-aching-and-breaking.html' title='A Dream of No More Aching and Breaking'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-4458199387920037476</id><published>2007-06-02T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:15:46.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will He Like the Girl He Sees?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;Will he like her when they meet?&lt;br /&gt;Be the girl he's imagined her to be&lt;br /&gt;He may know her a bit&lt;br /&gt;But he has opened her heart and let her see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How wonderful falling in LOVE can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All she ever wanted is to do it all for him&lt;br /&gt;But, will she ever be enough for him?&lt;br /&gt;Can she provide what he needs?&lt;br /&gt;For he may not need her, that he already has all his wits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs someone who can feel what she feels&lt;br /&gt;To be with her in both laughter and tears&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to explore the outside world with her&lt;br /&gt;Because she knows he'll be so good for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing else he has to do but be himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she'll always be on his side&lt;br /&gt;And try to be his light&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give up on her just yet&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand they will work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wish is for him to know&lt;br /&gt;How much she enjoys simply talking to him&lt;br /&gt;Hearing his sincere interest in what she's doing&lt;br /&gt;And how she feels about life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hopes he'll never drift away&lt;br /&gt;And leave her behind&lt;br /&gt;For she will wait for the day&lt;br /&gt;When he'll realize there's no one else like her he can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll gladly spend her entire life with him&lt;br /&gt;And hope nothing will ever change him&lt;br /&gt;Through the summer and the fall&lt;br /&gt;They'll have each other, that'll be all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she could wrap up these wonderful feelings&lt;br /&gt;And give it to him&lt;br /&gt;To show how grateful she is&lt;br /&gt;Knowing someone who's warm just like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's given her everything she needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/762475277481413839-4458199387920037476?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/4458199387920037476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/4458199387920037476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/06/will-he-like-girl-he-sees.html' title='Will He Like the Girl He Sees?'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-6235271761735908873</id><published>2007-05-13T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:01:32.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Three Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;Are said too much&lt;br /&gt;They're not enough&lt;br /&gt;To express what she feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down&lt;br /&gt;She has always hoped&lt;br /&gt;That he'll never frown&lt;br /&gt;For he'll always be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;Do not have to be said&lt;br /&gt;When they're not meant&lt;br /&gt;What he really feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty is more important&lt;br /&gt;Than insincerely saying those words&lt;br /&gt;For she doesn't need anything else&lt;br /&gt;But his trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-6235271761735908873?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/6235271761735908873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/6235271761735908873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/05/those-three-words.html' title='Those Three Words'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-7252620673308776666</id><published>2007-05-08T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:12:42.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will It Last Forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When she needed laugh&lt;br /&gt;And being with a comforter&lt;br /&gt;Or needed a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;She hopes he will stand up tough&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely to support her&lt;br /&gt;As she will for him from this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to flatter&lt;br /&gt;Just be sincere&lt;br /&gt;Things will be perfectly proper&lt;br /&gt;And even more rosier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No harmless little white lie&lt;br /&gt;And the potentially hurtful lie&lt;br /&gt;Just be tactful and gentle&lt;br /&gt;Because everything can be settled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more he's changed, she's changed&lt;br /&gt;And all the roundaboutness&lt;br /&gt;Deal with the repercussions&lt;br /&gt;And be proud of being honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Is this love story to never end&lt;br /&gt;No one should pretend&lt;br /&gt;For he and she will be able to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-7252620673308776666?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/7252620673308776666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/7252620673308776666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/05/will-it-last-forever.html' title='Will It Last Forever?'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-6637101272340425698</id><published>2007-05-02T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:23:21.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!...Happy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One time, it was full of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;The next thing she knew&lt;br /&gt;She found a bright light&lt;br /&gt;That blinded her sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her setback&lt;br /&gt;That made her stronger&lt;br /&gt;Somehow she gets back on track&lt;br /&gt;And feels all the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be mighty fortunate to have&lt;br /&gt;Someone like him&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is loyal&lt;br /&gt;Caring, loving, and true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had past the shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;With clouds hanging above her bed&lt;br /&gt;She'll meet him who means so much&lt;br /&gt;And can soothe her with his touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-6637101272340425698?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/6637101272340425698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/6637101272340425698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/05/yayhappy-days.html' title='YAY!!!...Happy Days'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-1515464438576320051</id><published>2007-04-27T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:14:46.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Come...Friends Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Being alone in a new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Never felt as lonely as those days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Everything seemed so awkward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Everyone kept their distances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went by&lt;br /&gt;She had a circle of acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;At one time, they became good friends&lt;br /&gt;Good friends who finally say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One had gone to Japan&lt;br /&gt;Another one will go to Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;Unlike them, she'll stay where she is&lt;br /&gt;To take on her responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her red-carpet experience&lt;br /&gt;By spending time with one another&lt;br /&gt;Happiness isn't something she's experienced&lt;br /&gt;It's something she will always remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 169, 184);"&gt;I'm deeply honoured to be your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 169, 184);font-family:georgia;" &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/762475277481413839-1515464438576320051?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/1515464438576320051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/1515464438576320051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/04/friends-comefriends-go.html' title='Friends Come...Friends Go'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-3499309487446820689</id><published>2007-04-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:48:01.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Being in love and be loved in return&lt;br /&gt;Is what she has always wanted&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with her companion&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not everyone loves to be spoiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is worth a little tears&lt;br /&gt;And a million of smiles&lt;br /&gt;But it will never cause hatred&lt;br /&gt;No matter what had happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love may make she feels&lt;br /&gt;As if she has found her fountain of youth&lt;br /&gt;Love may hurt her to the core&lt;br /&gt;And makes her feel helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does not own anyone&lt;br /&gt;Love means sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;For the happiness of your love ones&lt;br /&gt;Though it means you are hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love means&lt;br /&gt;Be ready for the unexpected&lt;br /&gt;Be thrilled with all the surprises&lt;br /&gt;Because whatever happened, it's never bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to hit a brake&lt;br /&gt;On a relationship&lt;br /&gt;But no turn tail, run, and hide&lt;br /&gt;From your previous relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has done living in her own little world&lt;br /&gt;She opens her eyes and realizes&lt;br /&gt;Everything is not as bad as it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be good in its own time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds her way&lt;br /&gt;It's simple when it's all okay&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lucky&lt;br /&gt;Just to be who she is today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may&lt;br /&gt;She will have no say&lt;br /&gt;Fears no more of the future&lt;br /&gt;Courageously steps into the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-3499309487446820689?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/3499309487446820689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/3499309487446820689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-gift.html' title='The Best Gift'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-1364616247919604600</id><published>2007-04-18T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:00:15.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thanks to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;For those who have been supporting me&lt;br /&gt;For those who have faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;For those who L.O.V.E me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hunk of nothingness without you &amp; Him&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to give the best out of me&lt;br /&gt;I truly am and I will never stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not want to disappoint you &amp;amp; Him&lt;br /&gt;Do not want to give up&lt;br /&gt;Do not want to regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-1364616247919604600?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/1364616247919604600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/1364616247919604600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/04/many-thanks-to-you.html' title='Many Thanks to You'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-6847117806438254189</id><published>2007-04-18T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:36:03.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please...Stop Masquerading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;Sometimes...Love makes everyone acts like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;Agreeing to things that should have been rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;Sometimes...Love makes everyone to be hopeful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;Hearing promises that are rarely kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;Someone comes only when&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs someone else's hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;If not, being out of someone's sight&lt;br /&gt;Someone else will be out of someone's mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;Someone must stop pretending to be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;Someone must not deceive someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);"&gt;Please...take off that mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-6847117806438254189?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/6847117806438254189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/6847117806438254189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/04/pleasestop-masquerading.html' title='Please...Stop Masquerading...'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-1669155643052219965</id><published>2007-04-18T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:31:18.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Cities -- Charles Dickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was the best of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was the worst of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was the age of wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was the age of foolishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was the epoch of belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was the epoch of incredulity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was the season of Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was the season of Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was the spring of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was the winter of despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We had everything before us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We had nothing before us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We were all going direct to Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We were all going direct the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 169, 184);font-family:georgia;" &gt;P.S. I blew up my best years in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 169, 184);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-1669155643052219965?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/1669155643052219965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/1669155643052219965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/04/tale-of-two-cities-charles-dickens.html' title='A Tale of Two Cities -- Charles Dickens'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-5383822942456454948</id><published>2007-04-18T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:59:45.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Even now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She still hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She still feels the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She cares about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She was in L.O.V.E with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Even now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She imagines his presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She hopes he'll realize her existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She pretends to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She prays for his happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Even now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She remains silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She refuses to go back to the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She struggles to pass her past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She steps forward to her future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/762475277481413839-5383822942456454948?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/5383822942456454948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/5383822942456454948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/04/even-now.html' title='Even Now...'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762475277481413839.post-6826577375894544111</id><published>2007-04-18T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:32:52.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One's Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 20, 137);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seeking for a better future and forgetting the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One is forced to leave behind what one has already had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not that one wants to let go one's happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But more on the aspect that it's for everyone's sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One has given one's life for others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unfortunately, no one realizes one's hard work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not that one wants to complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In fact, one just wants to be admitted one's existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With closed  eyes and one breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One will always be there for those who need one's help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/762475277481413839-6826577375894544111?l=me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/6826577375894544111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/762475277481413839/posts/default/6826577375894544111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-refikasutandar.blogspot.com/2007/04/ones-mind.html' title='One&apos;s Mind'/><author><name>Refika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895783885785115412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
