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sO oRdiNaRy!!: January 2004
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Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful. . Di hari yang kata orang lumayan spesial ini, gua sempet kepikiran apa sih arti hari wisuda buat gua sendiri, selain sebagai tanda resmi gua dilepas dari universitas dan resmi dapet gelar ST. Yang gua rasain sih. SENENG, karena : gua akhirnya bisa make toga juga, jadi rada bangga dikitlah. . Tapi, kalo gua pikirin lagi. hari wisuda tentu aja hari yang spesial. karena :. Hari ini, gua bisa ngebuktiin ama ortu kalo mrk nga sia sia udah ngebiayain kuliah gua.
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a Little thought: September 2005
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A little writing about My Princess Cica. Tuesday, September 27, 2005. I love this Chair. Ini ada foto-nya cica pas papa sama mama-nya makan dan dia mau ikutan makan karena she didn't want to sit in her stroller jadinya didudukin deh di kursi makan yang tinggi itu, she liked it a lot. Wednesday, September 21, 2005. Long time no see. Cobaan deh.setelah itu my Lil cousin Chacha juga masuk rumah sakit.habis deh rumah dikuras sama mama-ku. Mudah2an this kinda thing will never happen again. What's on the Blog.
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Romantic Valentine Day… NOT!!! | PLEASURE LIVING
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All the good things in life. February 14, 2013. Romantic Valentine Day… NOT! Merit hampir 2 tahun, gak salah kan masih mengharapkan Valentine dapat surprise dari suami? Gw gak berharap banyak, I’ll be happy to get a bouquet of flower like this. It doesn’t need to be expensive, i just want today to be more special than any other day. Flowers would definitely lighten up my day. Well, he’s nice and he hugs me everyday. I guess that should be enough for today too…. Happy Valentine’s day everyone! Fill in you...
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a Little thought: June 2008
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A little writing about My Princess Cica. Tuesday, June 17, 2008. Huaaaaa bete abisss menangani sesuatu ditengah-tengah.something happens you just don't know how to answer. Itu yang gw alami ditengah project ini. Sesuatu yang gue ngga suka. I may be a slack but have no problem being in charge of a project.as long as I know what's going on in the beginning, I got into this project in the middle soooooooooooo. You BET WE DID well should I said HE DID.I feel so alone like all eyes are on you. Feel Good Lost:...
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a Little thought: August 2005
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A little writing about My Princess Cica. Friday, August 12, 2005. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. What's on the Blog. Just Another of Yufi Nurcan. Https:/ www.movescount.com/moves/move114160519. Fitri's - Life in Indonesia. Crey's - The Real Me. Cica’s Holiday – Going East – Part 4. Cica's - Feel Good Lost. Feel Good Lost: Chica Ara Wedding Invitation.
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sO oRdiNaRy!!: August 2003
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Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful. . If Life Is So Short. Hari ini Indra Safera meninggal! Pas gua denger berita itu, gua sempet nga percaya. Setelah nonton berbagai tayangan berita gua baru percaya. Pertama kali tau. yang kepikiran ama gua. Padahal gua sempet ngeliat Indra Safera terakhir kali di Hyatt tgl 27 Juli kemaren. Umur seseorang tuh beneran nga ada yang tau. Cuma TUHAN yang tau. Semakin gua pikirin, gua makin merinding. Apa sih yang udah gua lakuin selama ini? So dari pada gitu ka...
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a Little thought: July 2007
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A little writing about My Princess Cica. Thursday, July 19, 2007. My Heart - Elizabeth Barret Browning. We're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus,. And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly. The hard types of the mason's knife,. As heaven's sweet life renews earth's life. With which we're tired, my heart and I. You see we're tired, my heart and I. We dealt with books, we trusted men,. And in our own blood drenched the pen,. As if such colours could not fly.