<?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-7008131</id><updated>2011-12-28T07:28:45.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing much just a little story of my self, a man walking on the face of this lovely earth, looking for the real truth about the world and the life itself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-116033323595788530</id><published>2006-10-09T01:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:47:16.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bizzare Movie</title><summary type='text'>Well, due to free time I had, cuz I finished my work early and everything fine at the worksite. I managed to watch an interesting movie, I think its an indy movie from japan. It's one sided story of a man and his relationship with others. He got a very cozy gang of 5 people, a shady masculine man, a cheerfull lady, one nerds type character, himself and one narcistic leader type who thankfully </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116033323595788530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=116033323595788530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/116033323595788530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/116033323595788530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/bizzare-movie.html' title='A Bizzare Movie'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-115636779423000019</id><published>2006-08-24T04:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T04:16:34.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My role (so far...)</title><summary type='text'>I already said this already that we have our role to play in this world... well to conclude everything up... these are my play so far, according to these people... [this based on their reaction everytime I talk to them off course...]1.  My Mum  : Loveable-no-good-first-son-who-always-make-her-cried-out-loud-every-morning.2.  My Siblings : </summary><link rel='related' href='http://walkingdowntheroad.blogspot.com/' title='My role (so far...)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115636779423000019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=115636779423000019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/115636779423000019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/115636779423000019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-role-so-far.html' title='My role (so far...)'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-115610691242558173</id><published>2006-08-21T03:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T03:48:32.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a New Message</title><summary type='text'>God is really trying to mock me around, cause he kept sending me message like the first message frim Him I learned, through death of people around me. Yup, He is the one who know me inside out when I even don't recognize who I really am. Sometimes I even wonder whether I have to thanked Him or cursed Him for troubles He was gotten me into. But somehow when I realized I'm that I learned a greater </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115610691242558173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=115610691242558173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/115610691242558173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/115610691242558173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-message.html' title='a New Message'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-115576773815517811</id><published>2006-08-17T05:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T05:35:38.340+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence No No No...</title><summary type='text'>The word "independence day" now days just meaningless sound party of rag race or chips-eating race on the backyard of my nighborhood. I still can see people eating rice leftover as their one-meal-a-day and make me feel really, really guilty having an overweight body with no capabilities to help all of them. Often I was thinking to adapt and accept the way of how everything done here, earn a sum </summary><link rel='related' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/' title='Independence No No No...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115576773815517811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=115576773815517811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/115576773815517811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/115576773815517811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/independence-no-no-no.html' title='Independence No No No...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-115550557499530177</id><published>2006-08-14T04:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:46:15.113+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reasons</title><summary type='text'>"I understand why I love her so much, but I cannot move forward until I know the reasons why she love me too."</summary><link rel='related' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/' title='The reasons'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115550557499530177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=115550557499530177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/115550557499530177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/115550557499530177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/reasons.html' title='The reasons'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-115533593431008929</id><published>2006-08-12T05:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T05:38:57.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta lagi</title><summary type='text'>"Playing love and politic are alike, you have to say the words without really say them and make sure the opposite party get the impressions you want them to see. And for some reasons I dislike doing politic cause manipulating, mostly people, are what it does. Guess you can say playing also love is not my field, but it doesn't mean I hate to love someone, it's just I like it plain and simple, like</summary><link rel='related' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/' title='Cinta lagi'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115533593431008929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=115533593431008929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/115533593431008929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/115533593431008929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/cinta-lagi.html' title='Cinta lagi'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-114944311213906788</id><published>2006-06-05T00:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:45:12.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bencana Lagi...</title><summary type='text'>Bencana lagi...,Gempa 5.9 RS menguncang Yogyakarta, dan ini memang benar2 suatu bencana. Saat ini terjadi, semua mata orang tertuju pada bahaya Wedhus Gembel-nya Merapi di Utara. Tapi rencana Tuhan memang ngga ada seekor makhluk pun yang tahu. Kalo udah gini, suka inget ayat2 terakhir dari surah Yasin jadinya.Lebih dari 5000 nyawa manusia melayang, nyawa makhluk lain juga, tapi ga tau berapa </summary><link rel='related' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/' title='Bencana Lagi...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114944311213906788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=114944311213906788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/114944311213906788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/114944311213906788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/bencana-lagi.html' title='Bencana Lagi...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-114867041800619893</id><published>2006-05-27T02:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T02:06:58.016+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 blogs? Penting gituh?</title><summary type='text'>Itu yang gua denger waktu bilang kalo gua punya dua blog. Emang sih kalo dipikir2, rada garing juga... dan juga boros, tapi pemisahan ini penting loh.... meski waktu pelaksanaannya kadang2 ketuker ...hihihihi.... :DAnyway, alasan pertama kalo blog gua ada dua tiada lain dan tiada bukan adalah utility. Jadi satu blog isinya cerita melulu, sedangkan blog lain gua isi dengan puisi... kenapa puisi? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114867041800619893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=114867041800619893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/114867041800619893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/114867041800619893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-blogs-penting-gituh.html' title='2 blogs? Penting gituh?'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-113242585512563318</id><published>2005-11-20T01:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:44:15.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God... That was me?</title><summary type='text'>Reuni! Hahaha... almost seminggu lebih setelah lebaran, aku pergi ke pesta reuni SD...! Ini benar-benar pengalaman yang aneh yang memalukan dan sekaligus menyenangkan. Kenapa? Ternyata pas selagi disana aku sama sekali lupa akan wajah dan nama-nama mereka. Dari sekitar 70-orang yang seangkatan denganku, pratically hanya ada sekitar 10-15 orang yang nama dan wajahnya masih cocok di kepalaku. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113242585512563318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=113242585512563318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/113242585512563318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/113242585512563318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-my-god-that-was-me.html' title='Oh My God... That was me?'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-113053979285830445</id><published>2005-10-29T05:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:45:35.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice...Arrrgghhh...</title><summary type='text'>You see... I already made up a conclusion sometime ago that everything happens in my world is all about making choice. No one can escape it, even my friend told me, if you don't choose on something it is also a choice too. But like everything happen in this normal world, ...and because I'm not a rich guy who have all the previllage available to this world..., we should (I must...) choose on one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/113053979285830445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=113053979285830445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/113053979285830445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/113053979285830445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/10/choicearrrgghhh.html' title='Choice...Arrrgghhh...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112733680579320790</id><published>2005-09-22T04:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T04:06:45.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whad'ell with people here?!</title><summary type='text'>That's what crossed in my minds last week when I went shopping in Carefour (I hope I write this name rite...) Bandung. You know, this supermarket has enermous shopping area and sell almost everything that people need most, like daily stuff... such as grocery, milk, meat and so on. They also sells electronic stuff, knock down furniture and many household stuff... just name it!... (... don't ask </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112733680579320790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112733680579320790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112733680579320790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112733680579320790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/09/whadell-with-people-here.html' title='Whad&apos;ell with people here?!'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112499622809506118</id><published>2005-08-26T01:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T01:57:08.130+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem, others and me</title><summary type='text'>I just saw a movie, Merchant of Venice, adopted from one of Shakespeare writing with the same heading. It was created like a real drama on stage, with all the dialogues were poems.First when I heard those I was totally confused, a black out. I have to refine my mindset to hear an old english language style. After that, I was stunning, the poem was really awesome...! Trully I wished iI can write</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112499622809506118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112499622809506118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112499622809506118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112499622809506118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/poem-others-and-me.html' title='Poem, others and me'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112346263401730165</id><published>2005-08-08T07:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:57:14.060+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenzy....</title><summary type='text'>This is what I feel lately, at first time I thought I was depress or something alike. I feel uneasiness towards anything, and I prefer to be alone in every doing. But the I realized that I always felt this way evertime I went to the field, or new places, places I don't know. Expectation to meeting new people and situation. I realize that I'm not depress, but I just feel anxiety about what will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112346263401730165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112346263401730165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112346263401730165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112346263401730165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/frenzy.html' title='Frenzy....'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112301278545305224</id><published>2005-08-03T02:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T02:59:45.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh...</title><summary type='text'>Gosh.... Aku benar2 bersyukur pada yang diatas, telah menjadikan aku seorang laki2, dengan dua mata yang sehat dan pikiran yang masih normal dan lurus.... :DShe IS beautifull, with that dress ...I don't know what we called it ... really... just perfect in imperfect situation... Cannot say this aloud that time cause everyone will think I'm a pervert and so on, but since this my blog, I can say</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112301278545305224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112301278545305224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112301278545305224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112301278545305224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/gosh.html' title='Gosh...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112299483898736405</id><published>2005-08-02T20:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:38:54.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>An angry "best"-friend ...P</title><summary type='text'>Wakakakakaka.... ! That's my first thing I said when you send an angry "e-mail" about one of my blog. I did called you right away, don't I? It's not my fault if your father who answer my call, hahahahaha..... Really....:D Did he told you? Anyway if you read my blog this one is for you... Why? because It's really expensive calling to your mobile and I "hate" talking to your parents....:) they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112299483898736405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112299483898736405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112299483898736405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112299483898736405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/08/angry-best-friend-p.html' title='An angry &quot;best&quot;-friend ...P'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112245489149023857</id><published>2005-07-27T16:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:01:31.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Time</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, in a litle island, lived many abstract things. There were Love, Sorrow, Happiness, Wealth and so on. They lived side by side nicely. But one day, there was a heavy storm hit the island, fierce wind and rain causing the huge wave tide. The sea level was rising and drowning the island. All island inhabitan tried to save themselves in chaos.Love was confuse because she cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112245489149023857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112245489149023857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112245489149023857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112245489149023857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-and-time.html' title='Love and Time'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112232336897736957</id><published>2005-07-25T05:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T07:26:25.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Candy Story</title><summary type='text'>"Mama, mama, beliin yang itu doong..." bocah cilik berumur 4 tahun itu merengek hampir menangis kepada seorang wanita muda, tangannya menunjuk ke arah boneka beruang mainan sebesar dirinya yang harganya membuat dompet sang ibu menjerit. "Iya De, nanti mama beliin yah... nanti tapinya ya?, jadi Ade jangan nangis dooong?", bujuk sang ibu. "Ade ga mauuuuu!! pengennya itu sekarang...! yang warna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112232336897736957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112232336897736957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112232336897736957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112232336897736957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/candy-story.html' title='A Candy Story'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112179901083710258</id><published>2005-07-23T05:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:27:35.666+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I never learned</title><summary type='text'>Is it really hard to become a good person? is it really easy to become a bad person? I think those question over and over again. Tried to find a little justification of every answer I found, but really it is really hard to choose side, either I wanna be an angel or an asshole. I cannot be standing in between because I'll lose my integrity, I'll lose my self too. I don't wanna send a mixed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112179901083710258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112179901083710258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112179901083710258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112179901083710258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/guess-i-never-learned.html' title='Guess I never learned'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112120647862260558</id><published>2005-07-13T04:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T05:27:51.663+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty Old Present From a Beloved Friend :D</title><summary type='text'>I just happened to open my old mail box, I don't know why, but I just did. Suprisingly my Eyes caught an email, sent to me exactly on my birthday, an email from a new old friend... Hahaha. I remember correctly his e-mail become a concurrence of my conclusion of what happened to me that time... Hahaha..(sigh) But really, I did failed to say those words that time, and got frustrated. And you know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112120647862260558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112120647862260558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112120647862260558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112120647862260558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/dusty-old-present-from-beloved-friend.html' title='Dusty Old Present From a Beloved Friend :D'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112111632166418718</id><published>2005-07-12T04:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T04:12:01.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cave Man</title><summary type='text'>I have to try to find my cave....Atau kamu mengira bahwa orang-orang yang mendiami gua dan (yang mempunya) prasasti itu mereka, termasuk tanda-tanda Kami yang mengherankan?. (ingatlah) tatkala pemuda-pemuda itu encari tempat berlindung ke dalam gua lalu mereka berdoa: "Wahai Tuhan kami berikanlah rahmat kepada kami dari sisi-Mu dan sempurnakanlah bagi kami petunjuk yang lurus dalam urusan kami </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112111632166418718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112111632166418718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112111632166418718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112111632166418718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/cave-man.html' title='The Cave Man'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112099461842228529</id><published>2005-07-10T18:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:23:38.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I urgently need this</title><summary type='text'>A compassion sincere fearless act to everyone, without harsh judgement and ill feeling, are things I need to do. I still need to learn a lot from this life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112099461842228529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112099461842228529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112099461842228529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112099461842228529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-urgently-need-this.html' title='I urgently need this'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112057670263509194</id><published>2005-07-07T05:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T07:51:57.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The shoes story</title><summary type='text'>Sangat susah ngasih tau rasa "nikmat" buat seseorang yang belum pernah mencapai "peak of the world". Mungkin kalo diceritain buat orang yang belum pernah naek keatas sih, kayanya datar-datar aja."Eh... gua udah nyampe sini.... enak banget", "ooohh... (datar...)". Tapi kalo diceritain ke orang yang udah pernah, minimal ada mereka ngerti karena mereka pernah ngalamin hal yang mirip-mirip sama lah, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112057670263509194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112057670263509194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112057670263509194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112057670263509194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/shoes-story.html' title='The shoes story'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112051923104677951</id><published>2005-07-05T05:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T07:13:40.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all there, inside me all the time</title><summary type='text'>Wakakaka...! gua ngetawain gua sendiri, yang selama ini masih tersesat di hutan pertanyaan-pertanyaan akan segala sesuatu. Gua baru nyadar, .... telah sadar tepatnya ... kalo semua jawaban yang gua cari selalu ada di dalam diri gua sendiri. Betapa bodohnya gua selama ini, mencari jawaban dari pertanyaan-pertanyaan tersebut dari dan ke luar.Hahahahaha.... setiap gua bertanya sesuatu dan dijawab </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112051923104677951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112051923104677951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112051923104677951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112051923104677951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-all-there-inside-me-all-time.html' title='It&apos;s all there, inside me all the time'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-112007171288083329</id><published>2005-06-30T01:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:28:18.650+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ternyata gua emang udah tua...</title><summary type='text'>Sebenernya kesimpulan itu udah muncul semenjak keponakan gua (dari sepupu yang kebetulan beda jauh umurnya ma gua) punya anak. Itungannya sih gua udah dipanggil "aki" (kakek dlm bahasa sunda) waktu umur gua 27. Perasaan gua waktu itu, senang dan bahagia ngeliat bayi, dan mikir bisa maen ama doi, hehehehe.... dah kebayang aja, meskipun sebenernya tiap bayi ato anak kecil di keluarga besar gua, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112007171288083329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=112007171288083329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112007171288083329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/112007171288083329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/ternyata-gua-emang-udah-tua.html' title='Ternyata gua emang udah tua...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111966355551083966</id><published>2005-06-25T08:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T08:39:15.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>need another reason?</title><summary type='text'>"There are so many reasons to love you and there is only one reason not to love you, and that is because you are you. While there are so many reasons not to love me and there is only one reason to love me and that is because me is me." (Edgar turmington, Life isn't that simple like oranges and apples, Mark Joseph, 1999)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111966355551083966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111966355551083966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111966355551083966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111966355551083966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/need-another-reason.html' title='need another reason?'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111946577275029548</id><published>2005-06-23T01:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T01:42:52.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or not love ...</title><summary type='text'>... when I said I love you and you don't accepted it, it's really ok for me, cause thing like this always happened to me, but don't ask me not to love you anymore. It's like asking me stop breathing the air. I'll die instantly.... (Keith Stone, The Earth is not Round at All, by Herman William, 1993)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111946577275029548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111946577275029548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111946577275029548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111946577275029548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-or-not-love.html' title='Love or not love ...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111914601455856927</id><published>2005-06-21T20:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:11:48.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>guru2 SD ku yang aneh dan lucu</title><summary type='text'>Sungguh lucu rasanya jika kita kembali ke masa silam, mengingat kembali kenangan kita bersama sesorang yang mungkin kita sudah lama lupakan, seperti misalnya guru SD kita. Mungkin kalian bertanya-tanya, "buat apa nginget-nginget masa kita sering dijewer dan dijemur dilapangan?", yah... itu kejadian yang umum terjadi pada saat SD dulu. Minimal dua kali seminggu dijewer dan dijemur ditengah-tengah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111914601455856927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111914601455856927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111914601455856927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111914601455856927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/guru2-sd-ku-yang-aneh-dan-lucu.html' title='guru2 SD ku yang aneh dan lucu'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111925636334016446</id><published>2005-06-20T15:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T06:13:11.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curhat yang sia-sia?</title><summary type='text'>Kemarin salah seorang teman, curhat mengenai seorang teman lain,"si Anu ko gini-gitu-gini ya? padahal gua kira dia tuh gitu-gini-gitu... Bete gua jadinya kalo gini...". Gua, seperti biasa mencoba menjadi seorang yang arif (bukan jadi orang lain) trus nimpali, " yaaaa... namanya juga manusia, kalo punya lebih, ya pasti punya kurang dong...". Diluar dugaan, temen gua malah nambah kesel, "ahhh... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111925636334016446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111925636334016446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111925636334016446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111925636334016446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/curhat-yang-sia-sia.html' title='Curhat yang sia-sia?'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111915323300221940</id><published>2005-06-19T10:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:53:53.026+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masa Depan</title><summary type='text'>Ha! topik yang paling aneh dibicarakan, tapi justru inilah yang paling mengesalkan karena gua bukan seorang peramal yang punya kekuatan paranormal atau abnormal mungkin, untuk melihat segala yang terjadi di masa depan. Tapi bagaimanapun ini harus dibicarakan, mengingat waktu berpikir gua semakin sempit, dan otak gua makin kabur melihat monitor ini.Mungkin, insya Allah, sebulan lagi gua akan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111915323300221940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111915323300221940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111915323300221940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111915323300221940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/masa-depan.html' title='Masa Depan'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111903530400951530</id><published>2005-06-18T02:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T02:08:24.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengharapan dan penyesalan</title><summary type='text'>Saya tak pernah percaya apabila ada orang berkata kalau dia tak pernah menyesal sekalipun. Mungkinkah begitu? Penyesalan selalu datang dari kekecewaan akibat pengharapan yang tak terpenuhi, jadi kalau seseorang tak pernah menyesal artinya segala harapannya dapat dipenuhi, atau dia tak punya pengharapan sama sekali. Tapi peraturan yang ada di atas bumi ini mengharuskan kalau tak semua pengharapan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111903530400951530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111903530400951530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111903530400951530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111903530400951530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/pengharapan-dan-penyesalan.html' title='Pengharapan dan penyesalan'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111865690923470195</id><published>2005-06-13T17:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T17:01:49.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>History of GOD... early chapters</title><summary type='text'>It just amazing... really hard to describe the content with words alone. I was reading the first four chapter of this book on my visit to my brother in Norway to kill the time and the content of the book really open my eye. Most of the question I had during my life about existance of GOD, my GOD some how answered or partially answered. How people search and percieve GOD in every religion and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111865690923470195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111865690923470195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111865690923470195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111865690923470195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/history-of-god-early-chapters.html' title='History of GOD... early chapters'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111855946925655156</id><published>2005-06-12T13:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T14:00:29.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The purpose in life...</title><summary type='text'>"... to live his life a man need to love and to be love. And if you cannot give him that, then give him hope. If you still cannot give him that too, then just give him something to do..." (Liddle, Flight of the Phoenix, 2004).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111855946925655156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111855946925655156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111855946925655156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111855946925655156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/purpose-in-life.html' title='The purpose in life...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111830321500321768</id><published>2005-06-09T14:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:46:55.793+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greed</title><summary type='text'>This is what I believe, life is a strugle, so you fight for it and anything that happened in life you also can make it works as long as you work for it. So the question which I have to asked for for myself is not whether I can do it or not but whether I want it or not.Some of my friends call me greedy, selfish and unreasonable because of this, but hey! those feelings are needed in this world. How</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111830321500321768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111830321500321768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111830321500321768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111830321500321768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/06/greed.html' title='Greed'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111687601795803607</id><published>2005-05-24T02:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T02:20:17.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><summary type='text'>This is my comment after I watch Star Wars episode 3. Now I know what, how and why event in the movie happening. It was so simple and the characters development was also so slow. Bad movie for you who never been seen early episodes before. The only reason why I watch it simply because my adoration to old Star Wars movie, episode 4, 5 and 6, and also, of course, best effects and fighting style.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111687601795803607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111687601795803607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111687601795803607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111687601795803607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/05/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111627255763998364</id><published>2005-05-17T02:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T07:41:23.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying? I did that but...</title><summary type='text'>I am an idiot, truly. Every single truth which come to my ear, I denied all untill I got proff of it. Some times I wonder whether it is my self-defence mechanism? afraid of being lied? It is karma alright. A wiseman said, what you did to other people will happen to you some day. I refuse to believe this thing because I am certain that pople destiny solely lies on God hands, Allah the most mighty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111627255763998364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111627255763998364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111627255763998364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111627255763998364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/05/lying-i-did-that-but.html' title='Lying? I did that but...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111525614911959346</id><published>2005-05-13T08:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T07:38:12.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Movie Scene...</title><summary type='text'>1872, on the dirt road between edo and nagasaki, between the green rice padi field with the mild wind blow them. it is just such a nice day to be just there. The hills as the background covered by green grass waving around like a snake. There's not many people on the road. Masaki and Kenouchi bringing a dirty backpack made from leather on their back. They walking with the same pace as most other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111525614911959346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111525614911959346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111525614911959346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111525614911959346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/05/movie-scene.html' title='a Movie Scene...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111586578878411218</id><published>2005-05-12T09:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:47:47.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom for Today</title><summary type='text'>It is easy to find a person to share your smile, joy and happines with, s/he can be anyone you know. It is hard to find a person to share your anger, anguish, sadness and sorrow, not many of your friends can become such person. But the most difficult is to find a person to share your dream with, where his/her dreams are yours and yours also his/hers. It is search of a life time, many said that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111586578878411218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111586578878411218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111586578878411218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111586578878411218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/05/words-of-wisdom-for-today.html' title='Words of Wisdom for Today'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111469696818033211</id><published>2005-05-04T21:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:43:36.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Forgotten conversation of Love and in Love...</title><summary type='text'>One day, a friend of mine told me a conversation between her and a taxi driver (? I forgot who she talked to...) when she made her journey to some place, I forgot where. Anyway their conversation touch to this topics, about love and in love. If I'm not mistaken, the taxi driver asked her (I forgot who asked the question actually and I also forgot the details...) , "...are you in love or love with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111469696818033211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111469696818033211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111469696818033211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111469696818033211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/05/forgotten-conversation-of-love-and-in.html' title='a Forgotten conversation of Love and in Love...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111512927051137137</id><published>2005-05-03T21:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:07:50.510+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cry of a loving man</title><summary type='text'>This song is dedicated to all my poor friends in the world whose girlfriends don't know how your feelings...If you are girls reading this .... I just hope you all understand the meaning......She's always on my mind, from the time when I wake up,till I close my eyes, she's everywhere I go, she's all I knowthough she's so far away, just keeps getting stronger everyday...,and even now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111512927051137137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111512927051137137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111512927051137137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111512927051137137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/05/cry-of-loving-man.html' title='The cry of a loving man'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111467195671124799</id><published>2005-04-28T14:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T14:12:12.623+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only a scene...</title><summary type='text'>Well... I don't know why but I just wanna write this down... Two days ago I watch "passion of Christ" for the third time (I think...). It just happening taht I was so bored, then my housemate offer me his DVD. ".. I only got this... have you watch it before?.." Actually I already watch it twice before, but since I was so dang bored, "Hey! thanks man, ...No I havent watch this one, thanks again </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111467195671124799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111467195671124799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111467195671124799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111467195671124799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-only-scene.html' title='It&apos;s only a scene...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111378143947459623</id><published>2005-04-18T06:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T06:45:39.340+07:00</updated><title type='text'>China Vs Japan, another War?</title><summary type='text'>Why Japan ask China to apologize? The Chineesee protest in their own country is it? why Japan take this seriously? Is it because Japan campaign in the UN for its proposal becoming permanent member of defense comitee?If we looked to the scale of protest intensity which raise in several of areas in china, Japan needs to pay attention to this protest. But then again it's believed the notive is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111378143947459623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111378143947459623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111378143947459623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111378143947459623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/04/china-vs-japan-another-war.html' title='China Vs Japan, another War?'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111377944821361634</id><published>2005-04-18T04:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T06:19:15.166+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a "Friend" anyway?</title><summary type='text'>Lately my mind was tickling by conversations I made with some of my friends, about relationship. Those conversations make me thinking again, what are exactly relationships between individuals? How you define those things?I mean, some people says, "lets be friends..." or ".. you are my friend..." or ".. everyone here are my friends...", when they say those things, what exactly they have in their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111377944821361634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111377944821361634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111377944821361634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111377944821361634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-is-friend-anyway.html' title='What is a &quot;Friend&quot; anyway?'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111321842008003555</id><published>2005-04-11T18:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:23:16.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Egg? A Carrot? and Coffee? A friend story for me...</title><summary type='text'>A carrot, an egg and a cup of coffee...You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again. A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.Her mother took her to the kitchen. She</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111321842008003555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111321842008003555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111321842008003555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111321842008003555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/04/egg-carrot-and-coffee-friend-story-for.html' title='An Egg? A Carrot? and Coffee? A friend story for me...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111318395298025766</id><published>2005-04-11T08:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T08:45:52.980+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calming the storm... yet...</title><summary type='text'>It is true what my father said, good shalah, keeping your prayer intact will calm uneasy mind of yours. If that still not good add some excercise. Well... after do of my late father said, rite in time shalah and exercise (I jogg at least once a day now..hehehe...) Somehow I find peace in my mind, I can see things clearly now and I can started to sort things out... Trying to escape myself out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111318395298025766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111318395298025766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111318395298025766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111318395298025766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/04/calming-storm-yet.html' title='Calming the storm... yet...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111314321169929694</id><published>2005-04-10T21:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:26:51.700+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time Bomb... again?</title><summary type='text'>Gahhhh..... I've never thought that my old me come back again, corrupting me from the inside. "....Indeed you cannot escape from your own shadow..." how many times I've heard this phrase, yet I've never learned anything from it. I often use that phrase to advice my friends, but I still haven't understand it really well. What a friend am I?I suprised my self after I said that thing to my friend, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111314321169929694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111314321169929694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111314321169929694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111314321169929694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/04/time-bomb-again.html' title='A Time Bomb... again?'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111301188498463656</id><published>2005-04-09T08:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T08:58:04.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems? but it's contradicting...</title><summary type='text'>My 10 Commandements1. Never run from any troubles and problems,2. Solve them logically,3. Find solutions which everyone think acceptable for them,4. If not, find solutions which you think acceptable for the most of party,5. If not, just choose randomly, (whatever...)6. Decide what you choose,7. Do what you have decide,8. Run the process again if you find another problem in the process,9. If still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111301188498463656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111301188498463656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111301188498463656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111301188498463656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/04/problems-but-its-contradicting.html' title='Problems? but it&apos;s contradicting...'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111300982833356521</id><published>2005-04-09T08:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T08:23:48.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of Hope....</title><summary type='text'>This one is revised and added from a friends blog... nice huh?Hope lead to uncertaintiesUncertainties lead to assumptionsAssumptions lead to unmatched expectationsUnmatched expectations lead to disappointmentsDisappointments lead to disatisfactionsDisatisfaction lead to troubleTrouble lead to calculationsCalculations lead to expectationsExpectations lead to hope</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111300982833356521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111300982833356521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111300982833356521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111300982833356521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/04/circle-of-hope.html' title='Circle of Hope....'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111300704391413774</id><published>2005-04-09T07:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T07:37:23.916+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reason</title><summary type='text'>"... if I have no use, then there is no point in living ..."What is exactly our part in this play on the 'life' stage?I'm still searching for that main reason ... but for now I have my own, incomplete....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111300704391413774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111300704391413774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111300704391413774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111300704391413774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-reason.html' title='My Reason'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-111222703933222273</id><published>2005-03-31T06:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T03:17:22.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Easter Vacation - An unfortunate event</title><summary type='text'>Couples weeks ago I had a very interesting easter vacation with 2 of my friends. I said interesting because we don't have any particular destination, place to stay or any strict time line. Our limitations are only our car length time line and our will to travel. We just go to any particular place we want at the night before. Our big theme is 'Around Scotland' so then we plan our journey </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/111222703933222273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=111222703933222273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111222703933222273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/111222703933222273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-easter-vacation-unfortunate-event.html' title='My Easter Vacation - An unfortunate event'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-110990294679830741</id><published>2005-03-04T08:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T01:37:53.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being needed by someone else....</title><summary type='text'>Once again, I was reminded by friend of mine, "a good a man can be is a man who is worthed and useful for others". When was the first time I heard this phrase? probably long time ago, but as far as I can remember, I heard this phrase from one of my cousin's daughter who is learned it from her father. A simple phrase indeed but has many deep meanings.So I wondering, thinking throughly through the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/110990294679830741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=110990294679830741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/110990294679830741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/110990294679830741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/03/being-needed-by-someone-else.html' title='Being needed by someone else....'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-110809349941589778</id><published>2005-02-11T10:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T10:44:59.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A road to no where</title><summary type='text'>Ahh... why is it so hard? I cannot focused my mind for so many days.... Problems and ouble always follow me around where ever I go. That what I had in my mind couples days ago... And now I thought I already deal with them, but I was dead wrong. They always follow me around where ever I go.At first I always complaining 'bout everything and blaming something for that. Mistake after mistake and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/110809349941589778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=110809349941589778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/110809349941589778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/110809349941589778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/02/road-to-no-where.html' title='A road to no where'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-110632064342757399</id><published>2005-01-21T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T10:13:51.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A better person?</title><summary type='text'>Once, I was asked by friend of mine how to judge a person character. I replied her that it can be seen through its prayer which is in my religion it is done five times a day. The sehe replied me back saying that, once a person do "funny" stuff, although she know that he pray all the time. So I said probably because his prayer just a ritual, so they don't have any meaning for him. She also added </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/110632064342757399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=110632064342757399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/110632064342757399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/110632064342757399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/01/better-person.html' title='A better person?'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-110631931153927574</id><published>2005-01-21T21:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T22:03:41.616+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Lucky, but it's all cuz....</title><summary type='text'>Again, the samething happened in the college years of mine. I hang out with no good people again, mix of gamblers, gamers, drunkers and much worse than that. but I'm still here, after all those events which almost take my live. Then when I came to my conciousness, I tracking back the the road I've take, trying to figure out why I'm still here, having great time with new friends, enjoying such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/110631931153927574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=110631931153927574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/110631931153927574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/110631931153927574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-not-lucky-but-its-all-cuz.html' title='I&apos;m not Lucky, but it&apos;s all cuz....'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-110592644768356775</id><published>2005-01-17T04:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T08:28:25.623+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I lucky or what? </title><summary type='text'>I remember when I was 7, played around an field of tall grass. Without fear, I was running around freely chasing something which really doesn't exist, the wind blow. Stupid huh? Running around like crazy catching the wind. eventually ...the one that I catch is my own breath. Well I think, my stupidity is never end, I always chase something which is really... I do not know how to say it..... When </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/110592644768356775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=110592644768356775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/110592644768356775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/110592644768356775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2005/01/am-i-lucky-or-what.html' title='Am I lucky or what? '/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-109940221729504107</id><published>2004-11-02T20:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:30:17.296+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it is easy saying something to other without thinking of its concequences. A joke or two to lighten up the conversation is necesary, but every joke has got its line since people have different understanding and capability to digest it. What is funny for some people probably an insult for others.My friends always said that I'm to quiet if people make jokes or pranks or fun of me. They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/109940221729504107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=109940221729504107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/109940221729504107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/109940221729504107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/11/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-109432216515393807</id><published>2004-09-05T00:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T01:22:45.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>Many days have pass by, creating distance between us. Eventhough we weren't really close but at that time you were my closest friend. A place where I shared my joy and laughter, so I can for get my tears. I still remember how your clear eyes looked me with questions, trying to understand the world I lived in. You asked me such simple question, ...why? My answer was really absurd. A set of unclear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/109432216515393807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=109432216515393807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/109432216515393807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/109432216515393807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-108606178228894096</id><published>2004-06-01T10:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T10:49:42.290+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you have any regrets?</title><summary type='text'>28 years I'm walking on this earth. It's a long time indeed, but still I have a lot question about live and life itself. It seems that the world is turning too fast right now. And today I'm thinking about my life, what had I done with it. Remembering the stories full of laughter and sorrow, and comparing my life with others. When I look to people who're younger than me, I come to a conclusion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/108606178228894096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=108606178228894096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/108606178228894096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/108606178228894096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/06/have-you-have-any-regrets.html' title='Have you have any regrets?'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008131.post-108472726930055097</id><published>2004-05-17T00:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T00:07:49.300+07:00</updated><title type='text'>First try</title><summary type='text'>Let's see if this works...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/108472726930055097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7008131&amp;postID=108472726930055097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/108472726930055097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7008131/posts/default/108472726930055097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieceofmylife.blogspot.com/2004/05/first-try.html' title='First try'/><author><name>booms2x</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/42/03/7783024/1155305898251m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
