tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83999409692244821612024-03-20T04:40:30.244-07:00mi blue cielohanya cerita tentang aku dan langitku..miss anastasyiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16241565303414515819noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399940969224482161.post-76099163998851576022010-03-06T21:24:00.000-08:002010-03-06T21:28:03.224-08:00no heart feeling, please!Perempuan emang makhluk yg special! Dianugerahi perasaan yg kadarnya lebih peka dibanding laki-laki. Aku bahagia jadi perempuan, dengan segala keistimewaan lainnya. Really!<br /><br />Tapi, gimana caranya untuk ngatur perasaan ini supaya gak ada rasa yg seharusnya gak tercipta? Susah sekali mengendalikan perasaan ini. Apa karena aku perempuan trus jadi gampang kebawa perasaan? Apa-apa selalu pake hati?<br /><br />Kayak yg sekarang ini aku sarakan. Harusnya aku biasa aja. Harusnya aku gak pake hati. Harusnya ini gak terjadi...<br />Harusnya... harusnya.. harusnya..<br /><br />Ah, banyak lagi harusnya-harusnya.. Tapi tetap aja gak bisa merubah perasaan ini. Ternyata emang perasaan gak bisa diatur. Apa mungkin hati udah ada yg ngatur?? God just know..miss anastasyiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16241565303414515819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399940969224482161.post-80300490686530579972010-02-26T21:59:00.000-08:002010-02-26T22:06:30.190-08:00rinduaku ingin punya sayap<br />untuk tebang ke tempatmu<br /><br />aku ingin menjadi daun<br />yang terbang bersama angin menuju tempatmu<br /><br />aku ingin menjadi setetes air<br />yang mengalir di sungai menuju tempatmu<br /><br />aku ingin menjadi matahari<br />yang selalu membangunkanmu saat padi datang<br /><br />aku ingin menjadi bulan<br />yang selalu menemanimu lewati malam<br /><br />aku ingin selalu disampingmu<br />dan menggenggam tanganmu<br /><br />aku ingin berada<br />dimana engkau berada..miss anastasyiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16241565303414515819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399940969224482161.post-18757211761173544382010-02-26T21:53:00.000-08:002010-02-26T21:55:51.383-08:00right man, wrong time???Right man, wrong time? Itu topic majalah yg baru aku beli. Dan, yg kemarin-kemarin aku rasakan. Beberapa hari yg lalu aku masih mengerutkan dahi kalo ngucapin kalimat itu. Tapi artikel majalah yg aku baca tadi udah membuka mata dan pikiranku, dan yg paling penting aku bisa mengucapkannya dengan tersenyum.<br />Balik kebeberapa minggu kebelakang, aku jadi senyum-senyum sendiri ngeliat tingkah aku sendiri. Semuanya dibawa keperasaan. Padahal, kenal sama the right man wrong time itu juga baru! Dan aku udah nganggap dia kayak seseorang yg gimana gitu sampe aku harus ngerasa tersiksa kalo dia gak menghubungi aku! Hello??<br />Aku kemudian sadar. Betapa jauh berharganya hunbungan yg udah aku pertahankan selama ini dengannya. Long distance relationship itu gak gampang. And so far so good, Alhamdulillah.<br />Ini hanya proses pendewasaan diri. Mematangkan pola pikirku. Tidak selalu melibatkan perasaan dalam tiap hal dihidup ini. Ada kalanya hanya berpikir dengan logika. Menilai sesuatu tanpa melibatkan perasaan itu sangat sulit, ternyata. Khususnya bagi perempuan. <br />Ok, Semoga semua akan tetap baik-baik sajamiss anastasyiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16241565303414515819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399940969224482161.post-68477555466226668602009-12-17T21:39:00.000-08:002009-12-17T21:46:56.911-08:00i love you till the end<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwL_6jBiUHLl8rFvPuf9KpDIvSLG49Rc9cIi9asE6adPlSO3PeqzdABcAWiVXsPUfOOV7dfsVq2mAcLzZCWVqMAcBFYKoLX-EvGJ4ZYZo1hihX5hY-t6AShAgBRsW6KwUbn2bhKXTss5a/s1600-h/i.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwL_6jBiUHLl8rFvPuf9KpDIvSLG49Rc9cIi9asE6adPlSO3PeqzdABcAWiVXsPUfOOV7dfsVq2mAcLzZCWVqMAcBFYKoLX-EvGJ4ZYZo1hihX5hY-t6AShAgBRsW6KwUbn2bhKXTss5a/s320/i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416448561341337778" /></a><br />I just want to see you<br />When you're all alone<br />I just want to catch you if I can<br />I just want to be there<br />When the morning light explodes<br />On your face it radiates<br />I can't escape<br />I love you 'till the end<br /><br />I just want to tell you nothing<br />You don't want to hear<br />All I want is for you to say<br />Why don't you just take me<br />Where I've never been before<br />I know you want to hear me<br />Catch my breath<br />I love you 'till the end<br /><br />I just want to be there<br />When we're caught in the rain<br />I just want to see you laugh not cry<br />I just want to feel you<br />When the night puts on it's cloak<br />I'm lost for words don't tell me<br />All I can say<br />I love you 'till the endmiss anastasyiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16241565303414515819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399940969224482161.post-28664896554792098742009-12-17T21:33:00.000-08:002009-12-17T21:37:44.206-08:00home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJb2nt1uiBHKfVtIkFwoW4oc3aiT6DrCr1RdSq_WrUGOWgB-sanlKORVdN_JyuiD1qavyTYHZ0rq3LOLch4WbeqOjoFodr9DRExS3ySot_-QCNemh71UDZqRD-xSGWa0Zi5uNKQTgRv9b8/s1600-h/m.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJb2nt1uiBHKfVtIkFwoW4oc3aiT6DrCr1RdSq_WrUGOWgB-sanlKORVdN_JyuiD1qavyTYHZ0rq3LOLch4WbeqOjoFodr9DRExS3ySot_-QCNemh71UDZqRD-xSGWa0Zi5uNKQTgRv9b8/s320/m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416446163179027378" /></a><br />Another summer day<br />Has come and gone away<br />In Paris and Rome<br />But I wanna go home<br />Mmmmmmmm<br /><br />Maybe surrounded by<br />A million people I<br />Still feel all alone<br />I just wanna go home<br />Oh, I miss you, you know<br /><br />And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you<br />Each one a line or two<br />“I’m fine baby, how are you?”<br />Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough<br />My words were cold and flat<br />And you deserve more than that<br /><br />Another aeroplane<br />Another sunny place<br />I’m lucky I know<br />But I wanna go home<br />Mmmm, I’ve got to go home<br /><br />Let me go home<br />I’m just too far from where you are<br />I wanna come home<br /><br />And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life<br />It’s like I just stepped outside<br />When everything was going right<br />And I know just why you could not<br />Come along with me<br />'Cause this was not your dream<br />But you always believed in me<br /><br />Another winter day has come<br />And gone away<br />In even Paris and Rome<br />And I wanna go home<br />Let me go home<br /><br />And I’m surrounded by<br />A million people I<br />Still feel all alone<br />Oh, let me go home<br />Oh, I miss you, you know<br /><br />Let me go home<br />I’ve had my run<br />Baby, I’m done<br />I gotta go home<br />Let me go home<br />It will all be all right<br />I’ll be home tonight<br />I’m coming back homemiss anastasyiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16241565303414515819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399940969224482161.post-11300078287668734362009-12-17T21:25:00.000-08:002009-12-17T21:32:34.672-08:00if i were a boy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChueDyHgFFvzmcjXKgGfBe6K_cCudMnLsqxwQGVbgwK1yYRWmYzLPm4g44A-kDoPLAoidF7fMPEPSDMVHeG3GAUKsLcsTwt3SUmtsmL8NACPb9wzdv6aiACtZ8xpvacyazitTUYwU7V40/s1600-h/beyonce.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 107px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChueDyHgFFvzmcjXKgGfBe6K_cCudMnLsqxwQGVbgwK1yYRWmYzLPm4g44A-kDoPLAoidF7fMPEPSDMVHeG3GAUKsLcsTwt3SUmtsmL8NACPb9wzdv6aiACtZ8xpvacyazitTUYwU7V40/s320/beyonce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416444777541389890" /></a><br />If I were a boy <br />Even just for a day <br />I’d roll outta bed in the morning <br />And throw on what I wanted then go <br />Drink beer with the guys <br />And chase after girls <br />I’d kick it with who I wanted <br />And I’d never get confronted for it. <br />Cause they’d stick up for me<br /><br /><br />[Chorus] <br />If I were a boy <br />I think I could understand <br />How it feels to love a girl <br />I swear I’d be a better man. <br />I’d listen to her <br />Cause I know how it hurts <br />When you lose the one you wanted <br />Cause he’s taken you for granted <br />And everything you had got destroyed <br /><br />[Verse] <br />If I were a boy <br />I would turn off my phone <br />Tell everyone it’s broken <br />So they’d think that I was sleepin’ alone <br />I’d put myself first <br />And make the rules as I go <br />Cause I know that she’d be faithful <br />Waitin’ for me to come home (to come home) <br /><br />[Chorus] <br />If I were a boy <br />I think I could understand <br />How it feels to love a girl <br />I swear I’d be a better man. <br />I’d listen to her <br />Cause I know how it hurts <br />When you lose the one you wanted (wanted) <br />Cause he’s taken you for granted (granted) <br />And everything you had got destroyed <br /><br />[Bridge] <br />It’s a little too late for you to come back <br />Say its just a mistake <br />Think I’d forgive you like that <br />If you thought I would wait for you <br />You thought wrong <br /><br />[Chorus 2]<br />But you’re just a boy <br />You don’t understand <br />Yeah you don’t understand <br />How it feels to love a girl someday <br />You wish you were a better man <br />You don’t listen to her <br />You don’t care how it hurts <br />Until you lose the one you wanted <br />Cause you’ve taken her for granted <br />And everything you have got destroyed <br />But you’re just a boymiss anastasyiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16241565303414515819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399940969224482161.post-8004089450110808262009-12-17T21:01:00.000-08:002009-12-17T21:21:29.727-08:00percayakepercayaan itu mahal harganya. apalagi kepercayaan seorang teman. tega sekali seorang teman menipu temannya hanya demi mendapatkan keuntungan pribadinya. dia tidak pernah membayangkan bagaimana kecewanya temannya itu saat ia tau ia ditipu. teman yang selama ini selalu menerima dia apa adanya.<br />itu hanya contoh kecil dari mahalnya kepercayaan itu. banyak lagi contoh-contoh nyata yang tidak sulit kita temukan dalam hidup ini. kepercayaan orang tua pada anaknya, seseorang pada pasangannya, dan rakyat pada pemimpinnya.<br />kalau kepercayaan itu tidak bisa kita jaga? bisa dibayangkan apa yang akan terjadi. tseorang teman mungkin tidak ingin lagi berbagi dengan temannya. seorang pria atau wanita mungkin lebih memilih meninggalkan pasangannya. lalu apa yang akan dilakukan rakyat pada pemimpinnya? mungkin ini yang sedang terjadi di negara ini. tidak ada lagi rasa percaya pada pemimpin. selalu menaruh curiga pada apa yang para pemimpin lakukan.<br />anyway, semoga rasa percaya tiu bisa tumbuh lagi..miss anastasyiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16241565303414515819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399940969224482161.post-65181720669622415542009-12-05T18:39:00.000-08:002009-12-05T18:46:11.059-08:00hujan..biarkan hujan mmenghapus anganku<br />biarkan hujan membawanya pergi<br /><br />biarkan hujan menghapus rasaku<br />biarkan hujan membawanya pergi<br /><br />biarkan hujan menghapus air mataku<br />biarkan hujan membawanya pergi<br /><br />karena semua itu salah<br />karena semua itu tak seharusnya terjadi<br /><br />biarkan semua pergi bersama hujan<br />Lalu pelangiku kembali datang..miss anastasyiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16241565303414515819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399940969224482161.post-53141569358651698112009-10-09T21:00:00.000-07:002009-12-15T01:45:35.060-08:00thursday, sept 10th 2009ternyata bisa bantuin orang benar2 bisa bikin hati ikut senang.. hari ini aku ngerasain itu.. hari ini untuk pertama kalinya aku bisa ngerasa sedih pisah sama orang yg baru aku kenal.. anak pasien temanku yg berumur 7 tahun.. senang deh bisa bantuin temanku, walaupun aku cuma bantuin jagain anaknya yg super duper aktif itu, tapi seru juga.. rewel sih.. cerewet lagi! dan gak tau dari mana munculnya kesabaranku, aku jadi bisa dekat ama dia.. dan waktu aku mau pulang, dia pun ngerasa sedih gitu.. dia liatin aku sampe aku keluar dari pintu rumah sakit.. hmm.. mudah-mudahan bisa ketemu lagi ya, jimmi!miss anastasyiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16241565303414515819noreply@blogger.com0