is it wrong to like some one..............?
some one that comes not in the right time.....?
or remember some one...that u should forget long time ago..?
why memories hold me too tight and wont let me go ...?
Or maybe I'm the one who won't let it go?

when he left me.......
he carry on half of my heart.
he's the greatest gift i ever accepted from my Lord on my birthday.
and for now until my dying day..............
I'll carry him on inside my mind inside my heart...............
my birthday will never be complete as b4.......
until we meet again someday......
on one sweet day.......................

Kiss-kiss-kiss....smooch :)

- Kiss on the Upperchest: I'm ready.
- Kiss on the Forehead: We're cute together .
- Kiss on the Cheek: We're friends.
- Kiss on the Hand: I adore you.
- Kiss on the Neck/Ears: I want you,now.
- Kiss on the Shoulder: Your perfect.
- Kiss on the Lips: I like you a lot.
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WHAT EACH GESTURE MEANS:
- Holding Hands: We definitely like each other.
- Touching on the Butt: Your fun.
- Holding you tight pressed againts each other: I want you.
- Looking into each other's Eyes: I like you,I love you for who you are.
- Playing with Hair: Let's fool around.Arms around the Waist: I like you too much to let go.
- Laughing while Kissing: I am completely comfortable with you

http://maniiiezz.blog.friendster.com/2008/07/what-each-kiss-means/

SATU HARI

Tahun-tahun terkasih....
Satu waktu dalam bab kehidupanku, aku bertemu seorang anak laki-laki.

Tidak tahu mengapa....aku sangat menyukainya.
Walau dia tidak pernah tahu apa yang kurasa.

Lalu suatu hari, aku mengetahui kalau dia naksir padaku.
Walau begitu....tidak satupun dari kami saling memberitahukan apa yang kami rasakan satu sama lain.

Karenanya...kisah ini kemudian berlalu hanya sebagai cerita cinta monyet.
Mungkin untuknya begitu....tapi tidak bagiku.
Kisahnya selalu tersimpan jelas dalam benakku.

Sampai suatu saat...kami bertemu kembali. Tidak secara harafiah.
Tapi kami saling bercerita....dan akhirnya satu sama lain tahu perasaan masing-masing.

Sayangnya sekarang ini adalah suatu "kejahatan" untuk mendeklarasikan perasaan itu.
Jadi kami menyimpannya saja dalam keheningan.

Minggu-minggu tersayang......
Kami sudah saling bertukar cerita hampir 1 bulan lamanya.
Tapi mau dibawa kemanakah kisah ini?
Apakah hanya aku yang berusaha bertahan pada sesuatu?
Sesuatu yang disebut masa lalu.......
Haruskah aku melepaskannya, Dear?

Hari-hari yang terkasih.......
Apabila aku dapat meminta 1 hari.
Hanya 1 hari........
Untuk dapat bertemu dengannya langsung.
Akan kuungkapkan apa yang kurasa.

Hanya untuk menghabiskan 1 hari bersamanya....seolah-olah hanya ada kami berdua..mengenang cerita-cerita lama.
Saat-saat ketika kami masih kecil....dengan kisah cinta kanak-kanak kami.

Lalu ketika waktu 1 hari itu sudah habis...
Kamu dapat membangunkan aku kembali ke realita.

Dimana dia masih tidak terlupakan,
Tapi lebih baik hanya untuk dikenang.

Aku berjanji tidak akan mengontaknya lagi.
..karena 1 hari itu adalah akhir dari percakapan kami.

Aku akan memulai bab yang baru.
BUKAN
Aku akan memulai buku yang baru.
Bagiannya telah berakhir.HARUS berakhir......
Tapi aku pasti akan merindukan 1 hari itu.................

Terima kasih tahun-tahun....minggu-minggu....dan hari-hari yang tersayang....
Karena telah mengizinkan aku merasakan perasaan yang berharga ini dari waktu-ke waktu :)

Tulisan itu sejarah.....menulislah selagi kamu masih bernafas.

Karena ketika nafas itu berakhir....sejarah terus terukir :)

One Day

Dear Years……

I met a boy once in a chapter of my life.

Do not know why I like him so much.

Even he never knew how I felt about him.

Then one day I knew that he had a crush on me.

Nevertheless, neither the two of us speak loud of what we felt.

Therefore, it has just become a monkey love story.

For him…but never for me.

It lingers clearly in my mind.

Until we meet again…..not literally.

But we talked….then we knew each other feelings.

Unfortunately, it is a crime to declare the feelings nowadays.

So we decide to call it private.

Dear weeks……

We already talked for almost a month.

But where will we take this conversation to?

Is it me that try to hold on to something…..

Something that called “past” ?

Should I let it go dear?

Dear days…….

If I can ask for a day

Just one day.

To see him face to face.

I will tell him what I felt.

Just to spend that one day with him….as if there are only us remembering the old days.

When we were young……….along with our young love.

Then when the 24 end…………………………………..

You can slap me back to reality.

Where he still unforgotten…………………

but best just to be remembered.

I’ll promise never to make contact

...because that one day is the end of our conversation.

I’ll start a new chapter……

NO…

I’ll start a new book.

His part is over. Have to be over.

I’ll be longing for that one day though...............

Thank you years…weeks…and days……

For letting me feel the precious feelings through times.

Room 1502

Dear journal,

This morning I met the man that lives in room 1502.

It's been a while since the last time I saw him. But today....

If I have the ability that close to Da Vinci to describe him in painting as what in my memory...
Then I will picture him :
Wearing maroon shirt with white T-shirt in it.
Creamy long pants.
With polite & neat look....
a little mustache hanging above his flimsy lips.

Looking at me.....
while I was shocked to saw him standing there.
Then I avoid him..try to hide among the crowd..............................
Don't know why.........................
Just not to see the man in room 1502.
That's all I can explain for this moment...........................................