tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53685892848106224932024-03-13T20:15:59.448+07:00ArD PagesArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-41634142896290253552009-09-12T15:48:00.000+07:002009-09-12T15:49:08.319+07:00Blog PindahBlog pindah ke :<br /><br />http://melonsquash.wordpress.comArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-52888634941569475802008-08-24T15:21:00.000+07:002008-08-24T15:22:24.047+07:00Running Away<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Don't lie and say that it's OK.<br />It's alright if there's nothing more to say.<br />So I'm running away.<br />I'm leaving this place.<br />Yeah, I'm running away.<br />I'm running away.<br /><br />Don't tell me I'm the one to blame.<br />It's too late for you to make me stay.<br />No, I won't stay.<br />So I'm running away.<br />I'm leaving this place.<br />Yeah, I'm running away.<br />I'm running away.<br /><br />And faster than you can follow me from this lonely place.<br />And farther than you can find me, I'm leaving<br />Yeah I'm leaving today.<br />And I, I'll never let you find me.<br />I'm leaving you behind with the past<br />No, I won't look back.<br />And I don't want to hear your reasons.<br />Don't want to hear you tell me why I should stay.<br /><br />And try, and try to understand me<br />And try to understand what I say when I say I can't stay<br />I, I'm moving on from this place<br />I'm leaving and I won't quit running away.<br /><br />I'm running away.<br />I'm leaving this place.<br />Yeah, I'm running away.<br />I'm running away.</span></span>ArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-7266820552469211032008-08-21T23:59:00.001+07:002008-08-22T00:02:13.469+07:00What Hurts The Most<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house<br />That don’t bother me<br />I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out<br />I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while<br />Even though going on with you gone still upsets me<br />There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok<br />But that’s not what gets me<br /><br />What hurts the most<br />Was being so close<br />And having so much to say<br />And watching you walk away<br />And never knowing<br />What could have been<br />And not seeing that loving you<br />Is what I was tryin’ to do<br /><br />It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go<br />But I’m doin’ It<br />It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone<br />Still Harder<br />Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret<br />But I know if I could do it over<br />I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart<br />That I left unspoken<br /><br />What hurts the most<br />Is being so close<br />And having so much to say<br />And watching you walk away<br />And never knowing<br />What could have been<br />And not seeing that loving you<br />Is what I was trying to do<br /><br />Not seeing that loving you<br />That’s what I was trying to do </span></span>ArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-31972724449764051692008-08-13T21:05:00.002+07:002008-08-13T21:31:00.380+07:00Tidak.. Pintu Itu Tidak Terbuka..Kejadian horror yang kualami pagi ini..<div>Kejadian horror yang terjadi kurang lebih 1 menit..</div><div><br /></div><div>Bukan.. Ini bukan cerita hantu..</div><div>(halah.. apaan si ard...)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>10.38</div><div>Ringtone hpku berbunyi.. Iya, ringtone yang sudah berbulan-bulan belum kuganti, sampai mengundang protes beberapa temanku.. Biarkan saja..</div><div>"K'! Sri bgt nih.. Sy gk bs dtg! Cz... bla bla bla"</div><div>Ternyata sms dari Aldon, redaksi baru SI MIX, yang entah kenapa kalo sms pake nomer beda-beda terus.. Iya kami janjian ketemu di kampus jam 11 hari ini, buat wawancara Galih tentang tur SI ke Bali, buat artikel SI MIX.. Biasa redaksi baru, masih butuh ditemenin.. (Kayak yang lama engga aja.. *aku, eh temen2 juga dink, :p* )</div><div>Hmm berhubung waktu udah mepet, aku putusin aja pegi sendiri, coz pasti kalo ajak redaksi baru lainya, kemungkinan besar mreka belum mandi, sama seperti aku.. Haha..</div><div>Lalu mandilah aku..</div><div><br /></div><div>10.40</div><div>(di kamar mandi)</div><div>*skipped, ga ada yg perlu diceritain*</div><div><br /></div><div>10.59<br /></div><div>Berangkat dengan motorku yang belum pernah dicuci selama berbulan-bulan, sampai juga aku di kampus.. Ya, aku parkir lagi di B2, dekat lift yang tak pernah bisa dibuka, biar bisa naik tangga ke B1, trus naik lift, jalan pintas, irit energi, irit waktu, boros listrik.</div><div><br /></div><div>11.01</div><div>Sampai di B1, tidak lama menunggu pintu lift pun terbuka.. Bersama dengan seorang tak dikenal kita pun menaiki lantai satu demi satu.. Dia turun di lantai 1, kemudian 1 orang lagi masuk di lantai itu.. Orang tersebut keluar di lantai 3, sambil bilang "Mari..".. Ya, ramah tamah sering terjadi di lift ini.. Akhirnya tiba juga lift di lantai 4, tujuanku..</div><div>Eits..</div><div>Eits..</div><div>Aku terkejut melihat pintu lift yang hanya terbuka 1cm, nampak karet atau apapun itu masih menempel di pintu itu..</div><div>"Aaahh.. Akhirnya ngerasain kejebak di lift kampus!", dalam hatiku.</div><div>Keadaan di lift saat itu, hanya ada diriku..</div><div>Sempat terpikir kalau ada konslet, lalu liftnya jatuh ke bawah bagaimana.. Aaargh..</div><div>Kucoba2 tekan tombol buka pintu, tetap tidak bisa... Spontan aku telpon Galih, untung ada sinyal.. Sialnya ga nyambung2, biasa XL...</div><div>Lalu kucoba2 pencet tombol lantai 1, lift tidak jalan... Tombol lantai 4.. Tombolnya mati lagi..</div><div>Kucoba lagi tekan tombol lift, coba lagi telpon, coba lagi pencet, coba lagi telp..</div><div><br /></div><div>Everything useless..</div><div><br /></div><div>Tiba-tiba lift berjalan naik..</div><div>"Wah ada yang manggil lift dr lantai 5..."</div><div>(Coba kalo liftnya jalan turun, bisa mikir yang engga2 neh wkkwkw..)</div><div>"Ting"..</div><div>Keajaiban itu datang.. Pintu lift terbuka di lantai 5.. Kutengok sekitar tidak ada orang yang menunggu lift di lantai itu.. Aneh.. Biarlah, yang penting HORROR itu telah usai...</div><div>Berjalan beberapa langkah aku bertemu Edy, sapa sebentar, tanpa cerita akupun langsung berjalan turun menuju ke lantai 4..</div><div>Dalam hatiku..</div><div>"Edy bingung tuh aku baru dari lift, tp langsung turun lantai pake tangga, ngapain coba.."</div><div>Masa bodo..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>FAQ</div><div>1. ArD, gantilah ringtunmu..</div><div>A>Kapan2 deh..</div><div><br /></div><div>2. ArD, cucilah motormuu..</div><div>A>Iya nanti kalo udah deket masuk, :p</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Dari kapan blom dicuci?</div><div>A> Dari beli, gyahahaha..</div><div><br /></div><div>4. ArD, kok lift B2 ga jalan?</div><div>A> MENEKETEHE..</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Percuma donk dibuat?</div><div>A> Lihat dari segi apa dulu.. Ga tau kalo dari bidang arsitek.. Menurut lo?</div>ArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-49752465474004161352008-04-05T20:11:00.007+07:002008-04-05T20:25:37.578+07:00Left Behind<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sank below..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Faded eyes..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And despair..</div>ArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-44535332272056740212008-04-03T22:20:00.002+07:002008-04-03T22:54:29.898+07:00Trust<div style="text-align: justify;">Let's call this good friend of mine P..<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday P told me something, something bout his friend who is my friend too, M..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And that something, is a M's secret..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">How can P know? P heard this from A who is a good friend of D, and D is a good friend of M..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, so D told A about M's secret coz A is a good friend of D, and then A told that to P, and finally reached me WHO is actually had known about that before.. But I pretended that I haven't known yet..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Is that they called a Circle of Trust?? Me, not!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Better for me to say nothing about this to M..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And now I'm wondering about a thing which is maybe the same with what you're thinking now...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>ArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-49456265523447734252008-03-29T19:37:00.002+07:002008-03-29T19:40:40.353+07:00Imagine<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: nowrap; font-family:'Times New Roman';">Imagine there's no heaven <br />It's easy if you try <br />No hell below us <br />Above us only sky <br />Imagine all the people <br />Living for today... <br /><br />Imagine there's no countries <br />It isn't hard to do <br />Nothing to kill or die for <br />And no religion too <br />Imagine all the people <br />Living life in peace... <br /><br />You may say I'm a dreamer <br />But I'm not the only one <br />I hope someday you'll join us <br />And the world will be as one <br /><br />Imagine no possessions <br />I wonder if you can <br />No need for greed or hunger <br />A brotherhood of man <br />Imagine all the people <br />Sharing all the world... <br /><br />You may say I'm a dreamer <br />But I'm not the only one <br />I hope someday you'll join us <br />And the world will live as one</span>ArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-24479097783208282082008-03-28T23:34:00.004+07:002008-03-29T00:04:23.949+07:00P3DM | Season 1 : Opening<div style="text-align: justify;">Hahaha, tadi sore baru aja pembukaan P3DM, temen2 pada ngetawain gara2 gw br ikut tahun ini, secara tahun kemarin gw profesional gitu tetep jalanin job, jadi gbs dtg di p3dm deh, hahaha,, :p<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Untungnya si proto juga belum ikutan, jadi ada temennya!! Wkwkwkwk,,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Cerita dimulai</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jam 5 proto ampe tempatku, buka pintu, dia liat gw udah rapi dengan hem trus langsung nyeletuk "Emang pake hem ard?". "Ya iyalah, orang disuru rapi". Si proto tuh dudut cuman kaos-an, akhirnya make hem gw walaupun aga kedodoran, tapi akhirnya ga jadi, malah pinjem jaket doank, wkwkwk,,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ampe di kampus, wew, gw rada down bakal ama adek2 kelas, mana kelompok blum tahu lagi, trus kita berdua nunggu deh di depan gedung biologi, rame bener, muka yg gw tahu cuman anak2 SI07, dan ternyataaa banyak bgt yang kaos-an! Tahu gitu gw juga kaosan, hoki proto!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Trus ada anak SI07 ngasi tau kalo kelompok gelombang 2 udah diumumin, buru de gw ama proto kesana,,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jedeeeer, harapan sekelompok ma proto, walaupun kayaknya ga mungkin wong kita angkatan atas, wkwkkw,, Cari2 akhirnya kita ketemu nama proto, dia di kelompok G, truss eh di kertas sebelahnya ada nama gw, gw di kelompok H, eitss, siapa di bawah nama gw, ada Ricky Christie, wkwkwkwk, untunglah ada yang gw kenal di kelompok itu, ada satu anak SIo7 lagi di kelompok itu, si Budi dulu pernah ku-asdosin jg tp kurang akrab, sedikit lega deh, lega lagi ternyata ruang gw ama proto sebelahan jadi enak deh nantinya, wkwkwk,,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Trus anak2 pada masuk audit (untung aja ga ada acara baris2an di depan audit yang nggilani itu!). Masuk deh, duduk per kelompok, swt, gw sendiri lg, si proto duduk jauh di depan, wkwkwk,,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eh! Trus tiba2 ada pengumuman "Bagi yang gelombang 2 boleh menempati tempat duduk kosong, bebas!". Ya udah de kode2an, trus proto pindah ke belakang duduk ma gw, wkwkkw we r so lucky,,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eits,, beberapa menit kemudian ada pengumuman lagi kalo ternyata yang duduk boleh bebas itu yang gelombang 2 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">dan</span> namanya belum terdaftar di kelompok, swt banget ga, tp masa bodo si proto ga pindah lagi, wkwkwkwk, untung ampe akhir ga ada acara absen2 lagi! wkwkwk,,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nah kalo acaranya, biasa aja si, setidaknya gw ga ngantuk, tp pusing juga, sering bgt tuh ada orang2 teriak2, pusing gw, mana deket lagi, mending suaranya bagus, nah ini udah cempreng ga penting lagi, swt tenan, walaupun ga semua si, ada jg yg lucu, wkwkwk,,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh ya ada sesi dimana kita nyanyi INDONESIA RAYA!! OMG, sudah berapa tahun ga nyanyi iniii, terharuuu wkwkwk, tapi ga pake acara hormat tiang bendera, sayang! Wkwkwkwk..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anehnya, abis itu nti MCnya membuka resmi acara dengan MENYANYIKAN LAGU SHEILA ON 7 "KITA", wakz, peresmian macam apa itu! Wkwkwkwk,,,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yang bikin semangat di P3DM ini, kita tadi dikasi tahu tentang sesi worldnya,,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tahun ini peduli sesama kita akan ditujukan kepada temen kita sendiri, Teddy, iya anak SI07, diputarkan video tentang Teddy dan wawancara juga,, Teddy panutan deh, semangatnya TOP, dibalik derita rematik langkanya itu dia kuat banget, salut n bangga d liatnya! Nantinya diharapkan kita bisa membantu berupa alat bantu jalan dan penopang dada, dan mungkin juga untuk biaya pengobatan,, </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Waah pengen berbuat sebaik2nya di sesi world nanti, selama ini pengen banget bantu dia tp ga tau lewat cara apa, ternyata diberi jalan, gw jadi merasa beruntung bisa ikut P3DM tahun ini,, Temen2 dukung juga ya ^^</div>ArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-80698926113105083522008-03-27T22:01:00.004+07:002008-03-27T22:11:14.260+07:00A Dialogue With Another Friend"Aku lelah buanget.. Hidupku penuh dgn kerikil tajam.."<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"Makanya dibuat sandal dan sepatu.. :D"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">(I have God, family, friends and whoever love me or I love to be my 'shoe', my whatever... </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">At least it's a 'belief'.. Thank you..)</span><br /></span><div><br /></div></div>ArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-31826842379562058732008-03-24T21:54:00.002+07:002008-03-24T22:34:56.972+07:00A Dialogue With A Friend<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Kamu kenapa ya</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">? Feeling sad?"</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">"I did.."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"Me kinda too.. Haha.."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">Knp tu</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">? Wanna share?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"Hmm.. Life.."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""> "Yeah, it's hurt sometimes.."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"Hurt is good too u know..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Luka di hati membuat tempat lebih besar untuk menampung kebahagiaan</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">.. "</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">"Haha.. And who said?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Penghiburan</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">.."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">"Hey, but that's rite!"</span></div>ArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-53619005465114870452008-03-24T21:47:00.000+07:002008-03-24T21:53:03.822+07:00Not As Skilled As A Chef ThoughMe, just like the chef..<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Serve my best, do my best..</div><div>Love to do it..</div><div>Wonder if out there people will like it..</div><div>Fear sometimes come..</div><div>Just like the hope.. No, a reality maybe..</div><div><br /></div><div>And somehow I enjoy it...</div><div><br /></div>ArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368589284810622493.post-77543457845815481052008-03-24T20:47:00.000+07:002008-03-24T20:50:58.731+07:00PrologueMonday almost 9 pm, and i'm sitting here again... <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here comes my third but first blog!! Haha...</div>ArDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04625673582658912322noreply@blogger.com2