<?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-3605093</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:44:24.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catatan HarianKu</title><subtitle type='html'>Personal Note and Daily Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-8576420104954952472</id><published>2008-08-18T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:43:37.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Draw Emotion"</title><summary type='text'>It has been a while.... since my last writing. Hmm perhaps no more problem hey?Rasanya ga begitu? problem comes and go... dan sekarang semakin bertambahnya usia, "just need to learn not away from problem" and facing the truth. Is not really paintful, at it was.... and " I always said to myself  there is alot of way to accepting the truth, the only problem is how you deal with it."Emotion" is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/8576420104954952472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/8576420104954952472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8576420104954952472' title='&quot;Draw Emotion&quot;'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-5036935139190760207</id><published>2008-04-27T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:50:08.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waktu itu berjalan</title><summary type='text'>ga kerasa, setaun lagi, berulang lagi, tambah lagi....cepet memang, everything just goes pass by,,,, people, love, luck, opportunity....semuanya,,,,cepet berlalu,,,, ga tau rasanya masih stuck disini, ga tau juga what holding me back,,..masih ada rasa unsastified, tapi semuanya masih abu2 .....susah sekali mencari yang akoe mau....rasanya itu yang berjalan dan rasanya itu yang menjadi sebuah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/5036935139190760207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/5036935139190760207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5036935139190760207' title='waktu itu berjalan'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-7475228202397951855</id><published>2008-02-10T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T06:10:19.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menuju Taun Baru Cina</title><summary type='text'>Ga kerasa waktu itu cepat banget berlalu, dan kembali lagi ke Febuary…  Febuary, Imlek jatuh tgl 7 Feb, 14 Feb Valentine, 19 Feb umur gue bertambah lagi..     Entah kenapa kalo mikirin Ultah… lebih banyak pikiran daripada mestinya  Entah apa lagi yang akoe takutin..  Entah normal ga perasaan sepeerti ini, apa bayangin tahun 2007 yang banyak menghantui…     Memang 2007, bener pasang surut dalam </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/7475228202397951855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/7475228202397951855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7475228202397951855' title='Menuju Taun Baru Cina'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-6346594504394085136</id><published>2008-01-13T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:29:08.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008, Sebuah Awal</title><summary type='text'>Kumulai hari itu dengan sebuah doa,untuk sebuah kebaikan, perubahaanaku harus maju, dalam segala kesusahanku...aku harus menghapus semua air mataku,biarlah lalu tetap berlalu,dan biarkan esok akan menjadi esok,rasanya keyakinanku yang menguatkanku melangkahtiada lagi modal yang dapat kupegang selain "akoe dan keyakinankoe"ditemani gembiranya kembang api dilangit, dan ditatapi gedung2 Jakarta, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/6346594504394085136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/6346594504394085136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6346594504394085136' title='2008, Sebuah Awal'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-1611803336484605811</id><published>2007-12-03T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T08:39:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms.U</title><summary type='text'>Well another night just passed by...seem that everything mesmerize quickly...Those happy and sad time blend together in the laughter of my life...Yet, It woke me up....and make me realize...IF I COULD.............just simple wish......yet that determine that things are not that simplifysometime it hard to unveiling that blindness appear because everything that perfect...not always seem. Then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/1611803336484605811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/1611803336484605811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1611803336484605811' title='Ms.U'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-3508610944208472864</id><published>2007-10-16T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T10:01:17.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akoe Lagi SHARE untuk Kata CInta</title><summary type='text'>" You can't chose who you Loved. but you can chose HOW you Love "Susah memang menulis tentang cinta, Ia ga bisa di prediksi kapan akan tiba atau terbang dan kitapun tidak bisa menebak benar siapa yang kita Cintai. Laki- Laki bisa menebar seribu janji dan mengatakan kata "Cinta" dan Wanita bisa berkata kalau jodoh tidak akan hilang, dan berharap cinta itu akan kembali dengan sendirinya... atau ia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/3508610944208472864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/3508610944208472864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3508610944208472864' title='Akoe Lagi SHARE untuk Kata CInta'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-4551509115167592711</id><published>2007-10-07T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T09:44:19.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I lose its definition</title><summary type='text'>After a while, ga lama nulis, akhirnya mulai kembali...yesterday I had sushi buffet, I must admitted that i'm into asian food especially Japan and Korea, so Having that Sushi.... gosh... just lavish my hungry soul,,,Yet... as time flew, and as sushi goes, that memory flash.... back a while to someone I know.... strange... I can felt that she is near..actually, I don't want to think about her....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/4551509115167592711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/4551509115167592711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4551509115167592711' title='So I lose its definition'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-4645599779591476845</id><published>2007-05-10T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T11:27:54.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilangkan Dia Untuku</title><summary type='text'>Bisakah Cinta itu berlalu.......Seperti alunan seluring........Biarpun itu hanya indah sekejap.....Seperti ceritaku........Bisakah dia hilang darikuSeperti canda tawanyaBiarpun itu hanya sekejapSeperti waktu-waktu yang kami laluiBisakah pikiran ini mati dan hati ini tiada bergejolakKarena masih ada dia didalam akuBiarpun itu hanya setitikKarena dia bisu untukuDimanakah ketabahanDimanakah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/4645599779591476845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/4645599779591476845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4645599779591476845' title='Hilangkan Dia Untuku'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-113974985366506409</id><published>2006-02-12T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T05:10:53.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminggu Sebelum 1/4 Abad</title><summary type='text'>Wahai wayang seribu malamSenantiasa bintang berterang di malam iniTetap terasa ramai walaupun hati sendiri resahAndinda pilu tanpa tiada sebabBukan sedih, untuk dicari, ia hanya datang menghinggapiWahai engkau wayang seribu malamSeminggu menunggumu usiaku bertambahSebuah umur baru untuk kemenangan.Kini aku, menghabiskan sebuah senanduSebuah sumpah lahir di hadapan secangkir tehJanji yang tak akan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113974985366506409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113974985366506409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113974985366506409' title='Seminggu Sebelum 1/4 Abad'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-113828354337574445</id><published>2006-01-26T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T05:52:23.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menjelang usia ke 25th</title><summary type='text'>" There are path that always waiting to be chossen, the question is which one is it"" Great achievement can be memorise at glance, while time collecting them is a way of effort""Once I seek the meaning, next is to question of existance and the last is to seek my own free will""from all theree thing that happen to me, I wanted to be happy till the end, the way i see as well others""I seek the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113828354337574445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113828354337574445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113828354337574445' title='Menjelang usia ke 25th'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-113430909856374768</id><published>2005-12-11T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T05:51:38.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>menanggis</title><summary type='text'>Tuhan, aku menanggisga ada kata-katakenapa kata-kata itu bisa membuat praduga yang salahKuping tidak mendengar dan bibir tidak terucapsedih, kenapa sayang pun harus pilutidak ada yang salah...hanya salah paham.....dimana hati dan nuranidan masihkah ada rasa sayang di saat emosi?sungguh .... pejamkan mata....dan rasakan detak jantung itu,hanya kamui wish you beilive me!I never doubt on younot even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113430909856374768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113430909856374768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113430909856374768' title='menanggis'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-113136997249423588</id><published>2005-11-07T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T05:26:12.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arti Cinta Menurutku (2003)</title><summary type='text'>Jakarta, 23 november 2000:Cinta:Kutanya cintaDan apa yang kudapatKutanya artiDan apa yang kucariTiada beda antara sebuah perasaanAntara menyukai dan mencintaiLebih tulus dari sebuah kasihItu adalah sejati yang hidup dari dalam diriKucari kasihDan apa yang kuinginKutanya hatiDan apa yang kurasaTiada beda antara pendosa dan sang baikHidup dalam satu tubuh Antara menyakiti dan menyenangiitu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113136997249423588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113136997249423588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113136997249423588' title='Arti Cinta Menurutku (2003)'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-113136991756017841</id><published>2005-11-07T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T05:25:17.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katakoe Pada Perasaan</title><summary type='text'>Melbourne,Sometime in 2000Kataku pada sebuah perasaanMenentu dari jalan tak berubahKini kau hadir kembaliSalahkah kini aku memanggilmu?Melihatmu yang terbuai diamKataku pada melankoliaSalahkah kini kusembunyikan candakuMenutupi hati bergeloraSalahkah kini kuterdiamberada dari majas-majas bisu?Kataku pada dirikuSalahkah kini aku menyukaimuYang hadir dari bunga mimpiSalahkah kini kupercayaibukan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113136991756017841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113136991756017841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113136991756017841' title='Katakoe Pada Perasaan'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-113136984246717720</id><published>2005-11-07T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T05:24:02.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katakoe Pada Waktu</title><summary type='text'>Melbourne,September 2000Kata Waktu pada diriku: "Lihatlah dia yang merasa di tinggikan,Lihatlah dia yang berlidah bisu,Lihatlah dia yang memakai topengdan lihatlah dia yang bertanya pada dirinya"Bukan kah alam telah berbisik? Bukankan nada telah di alunkan? Bukankah canda telah bertemu tawa? dan bukankah aku telah bernyanyi akan engkau?Lagu dalam alunan, Tinggi dalam kerendahan,keterbukaan dalam </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113136984246717720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113136984246717720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113136984246717720' title='Katakoe Pada Waktu'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-113136944178406725</id><published>2005-11-07T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T05:17:21.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puisi Puisi</title><summary type='text'>- made by me somewhere 2002Kau yang menghidupi hausnya Jiwaku...Terlukis dari kata-kata sendiriBerisikan risalah hati yang tiada henti..Penghapus Lipur Lara Waktu SejenakPelepas Dahaga suara terpendamPenyambung Lidah Yang KeluPembungkam Amarah terpendamKini kamu kumpulan nyawa nyawakuTerabadikan lewat suatu seni bercorakMenulis seperti memukulBernyanyi seperti melukisPuisi Puisi tiada bernafas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113136944178406725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/113136944178406725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113136944178406725' title='Puisi Puisi'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112964292040712934</id><published>2005-10-18T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T06:42:00.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada Cinta di Hari Ke-90</title><summary type='text'>Kan Koe TahuIsi hati sebuah nada...Berbunyi irama cinta..Teryata tercipta untuk dirinya..Siapa dia ananda, pengisi hati yang tak bersuaMelalui waktu dan jauhnya samudraRasa itu ada dalam waktu berbedaAndina Teryata kau tercipta.Kau hidup dalam nafas harianMembawa sejuta senyuman di bilangan.Dan kau bawah indah dalam pencarian.Sebuah jalan mencari kebahagian.Tiada sangsi, hanya satu untuk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112964292040712934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112964292040712934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112964292040712934' title='Ada Cinta di Hari Ke-90'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112887107814777291</id><published>2005-10-09T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T08:17:58.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kala Cinta Menggoda (Akoe Vs Khalil Gibran)</title><summary type='text'>Lalu berkatalah Gibran, berceritalah kami tentang cinta;Pa bila cinta memberi isyarat padamu, ikutilah dia walaupun jalanya curam.Sebab dia menghembuskan separuh nafasmu untuk hidup bersama.Dan Kalau dia berbicara padamu, percayalah padanya.Sebab ia menuntut sebuah kejujuran dan sebuah pengertian alami.Karena sebagaimananya cinta memahkotai engkau dengan jubah emas dan dunia di tangan, demikian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112887107814777291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112887107814777291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112887107814777291' title='Kala Cinta Menggoda (Akoe Vs Khalil Gibran)'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112825310025587706</id><published>2005-10-02T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T04:42:43.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akoe dan Sebuah Sendu</title><summary type='text'>Sendu...Malam itu dia bergumam..Dengan sebuah melati ditangan..Dia pun bercerita sebuah nostalgia..Tentang sebuah pantai yang indah dimalamMemandangi seorang dengan senyuman polosBercerita tentang sebuah kisah..Teryata hanya sebuah gubahan diri,Kesenduan itu teryata sebuah rindu. Pada dia, angin dari tulisanku, rasa dari jiwaku.Mungkinkah dia Tuhan, bagianku yang hilang? Jawaban dari lilin lilin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112825310025587706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112825310025587706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112825310025587706' title='Akoe dan Sebuah Sendu'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112756606617369427</id><published>2005-09-24T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T05:47:46.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day for Mikael</title><summary type='text'>Gosh, Don't realise this week pass really fast. And guess what here I'm again, fill this empty slot with silly tought. Yet, I'm kinda want someone to be with me, it just seem unfair. But well, I guess this goes with life.So what to do,.... what to do.... seems my brain is still active....I'm hardly thinking to do anything,,,I guess, I will finished up this day.... with closing my eyes...No silly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112756606617369427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112756606617369427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112756606617369427' title='Another Day for Mikael'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112693306977905540</id><published>2005-09-17T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:57:49.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As If</title><summary type='text'>As if you know...Who to blame...Who is fault....I don't care....I don't Mind....Don't changeand don't play with word..It confusin me....To know you what I know...Its feel different...You turn out with completly diffrent...Whats wrong? Its me or you?I told you,  All thing can be ended in nice conversation..Don't play with you word...Don't over promise..It's confusin me...As if......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112693306977905540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112693306977905540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112693306977905540' title='As If'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112679388043463554</id><published>2005-09-15T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T07:18:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akoe dan Sebuah Wc Kecil</title><summary type='text'>Aneh..Sudah lama hidup disini, ga pernah berasa Wc ini begitu kecil (gumanku). Lampu wc ini mati, arrghh aku ambil sebuah lilin, dan aku duduk........Lilin itu masih nyala, menerangi ruangan 1x1m..... !! dan aku terdiam sejenak, beginikah hidupku? sesak tetapi masih ada cahaya? Apa yg mesti kulakukan....Jawaban? apa aku sedang menantinya? ......Cape sudah rasanya berpikir,,,,,,Ohh... tidak, rasa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112679388043463554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112679388043463554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112679388043463554' title='Akoe dan Sebuah Wc Kecil'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112669797884894473</id><published>2005-09-14T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T04:39:38.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pikirankoe Bercerita</title><summary type='text'>Well, pulang kerja.... udara dingin, biasa Melbourne. Entah kenapa, malas pulang dan malas juga keluar, pergi ke supermarket, liat apa ada jajanan. Teryata stoberry 1.50, beli 1 Pack and kepengen juga apple, beli 1 KG and murah meriah, habis cuma $5.Kemudian ke mcdonald, beli cone icecram with flakes, duduk, and makan ice cream dan stoberry. Physically badan ada di situ, tapi pikiran melayang. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112669797884894473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112669797884894473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112669797884894473' title='Pikirankoe Bercerita'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112548736832239605</id><published>2005-08-31T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T04:22:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamoe</title><summary type='text'>Kamoe...Pemberi napas di pagi hari.Penghibur hati yang sedih.Pengisi waktu dimalam dan diniKamoeYang tak pernah kulihatYang tak pernah kusentuhYang tak pernah kubayangKamoeYang mengisi hatiMembuat rasa rinduMembuat rasa sayangKamoebermimpikah akoe?Halunasikah ini?Mimpikah ini?Argh........ teryata sebuah tulisan di buku baruku?Puisi kah ini? Syairkah ini?Tiada jelas, hanya sebuah spontanitas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112548736832239605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112548736832239605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112548736832239605' title='Kamoe'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112507989716856262</id><published>2005-08-26T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T11:11:37.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katakan Yang Dia kata</title><summary type='text'>Episode IIIMalam, dia berkata kepadanyaSebuah ungkapan batin,katanya rasa sayang itu besarBukan untuk memiliki, melainkan membagi..Malam, kata yang dia kataCintakan dia pada pujaan hatiYg tiada henti memberi nafas di pagi hari..Sabar menanti dia dalam bersua.Katakan yang dia kataKalo dia sayang padamuKalo dia mau kamu menjadi kamuSama seperti kamu mencintainya.Malam, kata ini..Sebuah ungkapan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112507989716856262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112507989716856262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112507989716856262' title='Katakan Yang Dia kata'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112462799688552310</id><published>2005-08-21T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T05:39:56.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inikah yang dia rasa</title><summary type='text'>Episode IITeman, mau kah kau mendengarkan diaIsi hatinya susah di kata dan tak dapat di gambarDia ingin untuk berkata kepada anginBawalah pesannya malam ini....Dia tidak mencari, hanya rindu berisikan hatiDimanakah andinda pujaan  sang diriRasa itu  datang mencekam,Membunuh dinginya udara sini.Mungkin kah, Halusinasi?Atau sebuah pertanyaan diri?Bulanpun terasa bersenyum.Andaikan dia tahu.Dan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112462799688552310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112462799688552310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112462799688552310' title='Inikah yang dia rasa'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112454214145725723</id><published>2005-08-20T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T05:58:06.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam, Dia bercerita</title><summary type='text'>Malam dia bercerita.....Kali ini dia ungkapan isi hatinya....Sebuah tinta dan sebuah hati bersih...Cerita untuk hati, cerita dirinya..            Dia mengadu pada sang waktu,          Becanda dalam semua untaian memori...          Tangga nada hidupnya yang rumit teralun...          Kadang bermain dengan nasib, membawa berkat dan tertawa dalam kesedihan..Saatnya dia bersenang, mata masih </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112454214145725723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112454214145725723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112454214145725723' title='Malam, Dia bercerita'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112387402661087542</id><published>2005-08-12T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T12:13:46.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalo Kamu Buat Dia Sedih</title><summary type='text'>Ku tau apa yang dia rasa....Ku tau apa artinya bosen...Ku baca tulisannya..Sedih,,,,,Kenapa sedih lagi?Aku salah, aku buat dia sedih....Andai ia tahumalam itu tertawa di paksaMakanan pun keluar kembali,Minuman pun serasa sumbarJanjiku tetap berlaku...Ini bukan kesenanganku...Aku cuma penonton di kegimbaraan mereka...Kata maaf, masihkah ada?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112387402661087542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112387402661087542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112387402661087542' title='Kalo Kamu Buat Dia Sedih'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112376965958909798</id><published>2005-08-11T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T07:14:19.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanya Sebuah Pertanyaan?</title><summary type='text'>Diam,.........Rasanya nada itu sudah jadi biasa...Bisu, rasanya kata itu harianDan kini,.....Ia bercanda......Ia tertawa,......Ia tiada takut,.......Ia adalah ia,......Mungkinkah,.......Ini sebuah keajaiban alam?Kan terus berlanjut?Kan terus berbicara?Kamu,.......Mungkinkah karena kamu,,...Mungkinkah ini hanya semu lagi,...Mimpikah pertanyaan ini?Akoe,Biar aku yang menjawabBiar aku yang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112376965958909798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112376965958909798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112376965958909798' title='Tanya Sebuah Pertanyaan?'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112315824992109865</id><published>2005-08-04T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T05:24:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kata Yang Terucap</title><summary type='text'>Yang terjadi dan berlalu,Yang Nanti dan berlanjut,Kata yang datang dan terucap,Sebuah bisu kini terungkap,Kata yang terucap,Untukmu sebuah jiwa baru kuciptakan,Untukmu sebuah hati di rindukan,Sebuah rasa lahir kembali.Kata yang terucap,untuk sebuah rasa hidup di dunia semu,Tak bersentuh, mengucapkan hatiMerindukan kata, mensayangi sebuah cinta.Kata yang terucap,Sebuah janji lahir untuk tidak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112315824992109865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112315824992109865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112315824992109865' title='Kata Yang Terucap'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-112221562708309848</id><published>2005-07-24T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T07:33:47.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisi Yang Tak Terlihat..</title><summary type='text'>"Seorang buta berkata: Hidup itu kan indah jika kau melihat apa yang tak dapat dilihat".Hidup itu akan lebih hidup, jika kau menjumpai yang tidak dapat di jumpai.Lalu aku bertanya,  jika kedua mataku mati, apakah lagi yang tersisa dari diriku?Si buta itu pun menjawab, di dalam dirimu masih ada sebuah perasaan. Biarkan dia hidup, dan gunakan seperti kedua matamu. Biarkan dia hidup di dalam mu, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112221562708309848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/112221562708309848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112221562708309848' title='Sisi Yang Tak Terlihat..'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-111934971819732544</id><published>2005-06-21T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T03:28:38.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful</title><summary type='text'>Well what can I said?When the times of  trouble! Made you think alot of your self...When it happens, it happened..It didn't say when it comes...or you could see it commingWhat will you do? When your tear is dry?When you smile is cold...?When your head down..Only last smile that left from the deepest breath...Only Last standing soul made your brain function..."Gosh....."......the last tear drop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111934971819732544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111934971819732544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111934971819732544' title='Life is Beautiful'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-111851481847822183</id><published>2005-06-11T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T11:33:38.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati Yang Hilang</title><summary type='text'>Teryata.. rasa itu hilang lagi, gampang sekali dengan sebuah ucapan lugu. Tiada yg special, sama saja. Apa guna sabar itu ada, yang tingal cuma noda-noda.  Yah memang benar, lupakan dan kubur saja.. aku pun sudah biasa..   Begitulah hidup untuk mengajari dan di ajari...   Sampai yang hilang itu kan datang kembali..Bagaimana kami tidak egois? Jika kau widuri selalu menebarkan duri.Bagaimana kami </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111851481847822183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111851481847822183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111851481847822183' title='Hati Yang Hilang'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-111798303018350712</id><published>2005-06-05T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T07:50:30.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my De La Soul</title><summary type='text'>- Hey.. its me again..Waw, after a few overlook on what I wrote previously, sometime it never appear in my eyes -that I could write thosse words.  I almost forget "Why did I started to do this again". Sometime it made me think, and wonder on my own thought...Maybe only me that can I understood my own words, and yet only this can satisfied my soul.Obviously, I'll do it for some reason. Inner </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111798303018350712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111798303018350712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111798303018350712' title='my De La Soul'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-111677158790827803</id><published>2005-05-22T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T07:19:47.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensible of Senses</title><summary type='text'>Hey Wind....I'm talking to my self again....This time the cold shivering all over my body....My mind travel as goes beyond...and My heart whisper.... "Something wrong Nixon?"...and yet...... I could not tell.....I dont't know where it lead  to....I don't know why.... Sometime, the sensitive of me is shouting....Oh .. Lost, Lonley,Love, or Jealous....., HartedHave I had these feeling?Have I tell..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111677158790827803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111677158790827803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111677158790827803' title='Sensible of Senses'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-111450950195939613</id><published>2005-04-26T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T02:58:21.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andai Ia Tahu!</title><summary type='text'>Well weekend ini gue banyak dapat hal2 yg baru yg tiada pernah gue bayangkan. Dimulai dari cerita2 konyol kehidupan, dan harga sebuah perasaan, terutama yang menyangkut tentang cinta.Teryata Cinta itu pun bisa timbul belakang, tanpa di mulai dari rasa sayang atau rasa lainnya.Mungkin gue rasa semua ini sudah suratan, apalagi dengan bukti2 nyata yang gue lihat. Kadang gue berpikir Cinta itu bisa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111450950195939613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111450950195939613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111450950195939613' title='Andai Ia Tahu!'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-111374948627004711</id><published>2005-04-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T07:51:26.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anonim</title><summary type='text'>Again the voice canned be heard.This feeling could not in covered, still had the feeling in myself. What only the spirit that was used to it sensitive.It seems this Spirit flew to come back to you. Supposing that the wings could be owned, possibly I could used to reach you. I dreamed again of sleeping in your embrace.and yet I was still needing the love, at the time of jealous that came again to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111374948627004711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111374948627004711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111374948627004711' title='anonim'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-111201288084602167</id><published>2005-03-28T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T04:28:00.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mask of Life</title><summary type='text'>I know , I could not turn back the times to change all the mistakes that I made. It's the only way for me to know how to fixed them. I'm not perfectionist, I don't belive everything will be turn right without self control.Life is  turn out to be beautiful when you know the real pain, joy,sorrow and happiness. Indeed, all of them is your mask to survive.I love my self, so I can love other person. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111201288084602167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111201288084602167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111201288084602167' title='Mask of Life'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-111200714979457959</id><published>2005-03-28T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T03:03:13.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenferrie-Hawthorn</title><summary type='text'>Glenferrie- HawthornGa kerasa udah bolak-balik dari tempat ini selama kurang lebih 6 taun. Rasanya seperti kemarin aja tinggal di daearah ini. Disini juga tempat saksi kuliah gue dalam waktu 4 tahun untuk menempuh S1 &amp; S2. Gila, rasanya cepet berlalu. Banyak teman datang dan hilang kembali, and yet gue masih di Melbourne?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111200714979457959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111200714979457959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111200714979457959' title='Glenferrie-Hawthorn'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-111080296369008781</id><published>2005-03-14T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T04:22:43.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan2</title><summary type='text'>Waw, setelah sekian lama tidak jalan2. Akhirnya kembali reuni lagi. Kali ini kita ke Rye, Frankston and main2 di beach.Liat aja vidieonya,http://groups.yahoo.com/group/GPIM/files/jjn.3gp</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111080296369008781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/111080296369008781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111080296369008781' title='Jalan2'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-110890563368223686</id><published>2005-02-20T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T05:20:33.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta Untuk Merasakan</title><summary type='text'>Dapatkan Cinta untukmu, Dia akan membawamu terbang.Dapatkan Kasih untuk membuatmu tidur dan dia akan menjagamu untuk tetap bermimpi.Sampai suara itu datang, menanti untuk dibelai. Kasih untuk sebuah senyuman,Dia tetap indah, dia tetap bahagiaDapatkan rindu untuk di cari, maka kau akan tahu rasanya hampa.Sepi yang di didapat oleh cinta dan mati dengan segenap rasa cemburu di dada.Maka kamu pula </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110890563368223686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110890563368223686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110890563368223686' title='Cinta Untuk Merasakan'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-110828306763898833</id><published>2005-02-12T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:24:27.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine and Chinese New Year and My BirthDay</title><summary type='text'>Preface:Well, ga kerasa rasanya sudah berganti taun lagi. "2005". Taun penuh dengan kerja keras dan komitmen." This will be my Year! itu gumamku di dalam hati memasuki bulan Januari kemarin.Dan juga tanpa kusangka di mulai Januari, hal itu mulai terjadi. Aku pun beli sebuah sangkar seluas 55m2, kecil2 molek dengan 3 kamar, tidak jauh dari rumah orang tua, tapi nice suburb and place that I like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110828306763898833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110828306763898833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110828306763898833' title='Valentine and Chinese New Year and My BirthDay'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-110472799913928492</id><published>2005-01-02T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T04:21:42.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cerita Di Jakarta</title><summary type='text'>Seperti Biasa, menghabiskan liburan di Jakarta. Teryata Kali ini banyak peristiwa-peristiwa menarik, bertemu dengan org menarik pula.Satu hal yg tidak bisa di jelaskan adalah"hilangnya sebuah perasaan". Begitu cepat, aneh memang tapi mungkin lebih baik. Rasa itu hilang, saat kutatap matanya.Dan teryata aku dan ex ku sudah seperti air dan minyak.Seperti kata ibu Kartini bilang, habis gelap </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110472799913928492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110472799913928492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110472799913928492' title='cerita Di Jakarta'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-110240961754348677</id><published>2004-12-07T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T00:53:37.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Night Out</title><summary type='text'>Well weekend ini cukup sibuk, and yah suprisingly jalan2 ama atul and Jung. Been intresting, Atul try to be funny, but i know deeply his is stress out as in next few week he will be married. Oh well, lucky for him someone arrange women for him :PWe ended to go to knox city and watch natioal treasure and garden state. It's kinda unormal for me to watch movie twice, but i guess i do enjoyed.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110240961754348677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110240961754348677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110240961754348677' title='Boys Night Out'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-110199081587433049</id><published>2004-12-02T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T04:33:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something in Melbourne</title><summary type='text'>Waw, rasanya dah lama ga tulis disini,.. this past week been bussy. You know.. mutya come into town. ahaha.I have a great time when she come here, like always ada banyak funny thing happened.Still hoegarden make my sleep. feel good.  I can't belive 3 hours snooring same as 8 hours sleeping.Well whats the update from me?I guess i kinda felt a bit down lately until something I realised and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110199081587433049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110199081587433049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110199081587433049' title='Something in Melbourne'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-110096166642027448</id><published>2004-11-20T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T06:41:06.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey. You</title><summary type='text'>Hey You...a faithful sinner in the joyful of nightMake my sorrow go away.Away and awake me from my worries.Let it be what supposed to be.Let it flow what it supposed to know.Let No one knows what lies inside.The deepness feeling that we had.If me and you should be pair;Don't let that fear appears in our dream.Make those clouds of jealousy disappear;As we need to know what we don’t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110096166642027448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110096166642027448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110096166642027448' title='Hey. You'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-110084077931378747</id><published>2004-11-18T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T12:46:32.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Me :)</title><summary type='text'>So my dear , i guess you was wrong!Please forgive meFor the situation that I'm in'Cause I promise that it's overIt's in the windReach for me And I'll catch youYou can have wings as long as I'm with youDon't fly away, not awayAt least not aloneSo you fearThat I'll leave youThat I'll change my mind and walk awayBut Now, I found youDo you knowThat I love youBy the way I look into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110084077931378747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110084077931378747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110084077931378747' title='Silly Me :)'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-110078190088740950</id><published>2004-11-18T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T04:45:00.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebuah Bloq</title><summary type='text'>I know what do you mean. How this so be blind, while all your dream is comming true  all i want to do is just to be with you fill the day with laughter and cherish the joy of life I know that it’s trueTo be with you is all that I needHolding you arm around mewhile see the wind brezze on your faceis the last thing i want to seebefore the time to closed my eyes.and see that you next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110078190088740950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110078190088740950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110078190088740950' title='Sebuah Bloq'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-110077817520890139</id><published>2004-11-18T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T04:04:05.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Tentang Akoe dalam gaya Lama</title><summary type='text'>Kembali lagi akoe bercerita,  dan kali ini biarkan cara "lama'" itu kembali. Lucu rasanya kalo aku itu bercerita tentang diri sendiri, rasanya waktu itu cepat sekali termakan dan berjalan. Kadang ada yang bilang kalo si "Akoe" ini sosok manusia angkuh,cuek dan punya dunianya sendiri.Memang akoe tuh cenderung memakai topeng-topeng untuk menutupi karakter asli jiwa ini. Hanya sebagian orang yang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110077817520890139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110077817520890139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110077817520890139' title='Cerita Tentang Akoe dalam gaya Lama'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-110044010575683625</id><published>2004-11-14T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T04:44:54.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duff Enchon</title><summary type='text'>Well, waktu rasanya cepet banget...! ga kerasa udah mo abis lagi nih tahun, ga sabar juga mo balik ke Jkt. "Finish My Unfinished Business".Hmm,,, rasanya yg kemaren2 dah lewat... I get over it. Tapi yg lucunya koq bawaan "Nakal" mulu yah.. kali2 ini...gawat. " I always don't trust the devil inside me ;P"Hmm,,Kali ini...,Rasanya tuh sepi itu ada, tapi ga mau ah gue rasa-rasa! Konyol banget deh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110044010575683625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/110044010575683625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110044010575683625' title='Duff Enchon'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-109921536187188177</id><published>2004-10-31T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T01:36:01.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arti Cinta Menurut Someone</title><summary type='text'>MENCINTAI...BUKANlah bagaimana kamu melupakan..melainkanbagaimana kamuMEMAAFKAN..BUKANlah bagaimana kamumendengarkan..melainkan bagaimana kamuMENGERTI.. BUKANlah apa yang kamu lihat..melainkan apayang kamu RASAKAN..BUKANlah bagaimana kamu melepaskan..melainkanbagaimana kamuBERTAHAN..Lebih berbahaya mencucurkan air mata dalamhati...dibandingkan menangis tersedu2..Air mata yang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/109921536187188177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/109921536187188177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109921536187188177' title='Arti Cinta Menurut Someone'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-109870613252057116</id><published>2004-10-25T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T05:08:52.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akoe.Sekarang</title><summary type='text'>"What i did do, can't change past, what will  happen is already been done"So I Know, Kejadian bodoh yang berulang semoga ga berdatang kembali. Lucu rasanya, manusia baru merasa dirinya bodoh kalo kedua mata itu terbuka. Memang susah, ia ga bisa lihat apa yang akan terjadi selama dia menjadi object itu sendiri.  Dalai Lama pernah bilang, cinta, uang, harga diri, kekayaan, kerja dan Keluarga </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/109870613252057116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/109870613252057116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109870613252057116' title='Akoe.Sekarang'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-109786244619681663</id><published>2004-10-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T10:47:26.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inikah Akhir dari Sebuah Cerita Dengan Naritha?</title><summary type='text'>NarasiWell All, tentu kalian pengen tau kan sapa sih si Naritha itu. Dia itu exist dalam hatiku, tapi tepatnya hari ini: jam 7 malam Jakarta, akoe ga bisa cerita lagi tentang dia.Kisahnya dia ingin pilih jalan sendiri-sendiri. Akoe ga bisa bilang apakah ini akhir dari sebuah cerita atau masih berlanjut, tapi yang jelas seperti kalian baca tulisanku 2 bulan yang lalu, rasanya lebih nyaman untuk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/109786244619681663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/109786244619681663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109786244619681663' title='Inikah Akhir dari Sebuah Cerita Dengan Naritha?'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-109456945177077775</id><published>2004-09-07T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T08:04:11.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebuah Perasaan</title><summary type='text'>Rasanya sebuah perasaan bagaimana ya? Ia bisa senang, ia bisa sabar dan juga ia bisa cemburu? Apa itu namanya tak menentu?Haruskah ia merasakan seperti itu? Apakah itu juga namanya cinta?Seperti kejepit begini salah begitu salah. Pacarpun Jauh tak dapat di sentuh. Di larang salah, di diamkan juga salah.Mengeluh sendiri seperti sumpah serapah tak menentu. Temanku berkata memang begitu..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/109456945177077775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/109456945177077775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109456945177077775' title='Sebuah Perasaan'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-109159028546633385</id><published>2004-08-03T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T03:28:53.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalo Kamu Mencintai Narita</title><summary type='text'>Aku mencintai pasangan ku dengan tulus, aku menantinya sabar, sabar dan sabar sekali. Ada orang berkata kalo kamu jatuh cinta kamu akan lakukan apapun untuk pasanganmu, tapi menurutku itu semua terjadi kalo kita merenung dan meresapi, apakah benar aku cinta dengan mu? atau aku tidak mengerti akan artinya Cinta itu sendiri?Kadang kita harus memilih, meskipun langkah yang paling sulit  dan jauh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/109159028546633385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/109159028546633385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109159028546633385' title='Kalo Kamu Mencintai Narita'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-108585541206208628</id><published>2004-05-29T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T11:30:12.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arti My First Name</title><summary type='text'>Your first name of Nixon has given you a practical, logical, analytical approach to life and a great deal of patience. You enjoy working at anything of a mechanical or technical nature, and believe that what is worth doing is worth doing well. When you are interested in a project, you concentrate all your thoughts on it and do not appreciate being interrupted. This name creates a deliberate and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/108585541206208628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/108585541206208628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108585541206208628' title='Arti My First Name'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-108065184487451377</id><published>2004-03-30T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T05:07:35.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>akoe Berduka Cita</title><summary type='text'>Hari ini tepatnya Jam 7 Pagi WIB. AKOE kehilangan seorang ibu kedua dalam hidupku. Omakoe Tersayang. Derek Soetani Godjali(67). Rasanya akoe pengen terbang ke Jakarta, saat ini tapi rasanya aku harus terima semua ini dengan lapang dada. Akoe ga bisa menanggis ataupun berkata-kata. Masih ingat kata kata omakoe untuk HIDUP dengankoe sampai akhir hayatnya. AKoe belom jadi ORANG, masih kerja sama </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/108065184487451377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/108065184487451377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108065184487451377' title='akoe Berduka Cita'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-107762187647719931</id><published>2004-02-24T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T03:27:20.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebuah Arti Hidup</title><summary type='text'>Tulisan ini berawal dari sebuah pemikiran. Kira-kira begini santunnya " Apa yang buruk tidak selamanya buruk, melainkan dari sisi lain adalah suatu kebaikan, karena dengan keburukan tersebut, KAMU mengerti exsistensi dari makna kebaikan" Pendek kata, Jangan lah kita menilai terlalu cepat dengan hal2 yg berkaitan dengan negatif,terkadang itu semua adalah sindiran diri untuk mengenal diri dan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107762187647719931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107762187647719931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107762187647719931' title='Sebuah Arti Hidup'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-107753888656227975</id><published>2004-02-23T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T04:24:09.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What suposse i'm gonna do?</title><summary type='text'>To: YouDamn.. This weirdo feeling getting strong. Can i hide? or it just reflection of being perfect. I can't pretend. What suppose i'm gonna do? Nothin.. Wait until when? No Idea...Damn This game.. Always a loop thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107753888656227975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107753888656227975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107753888656227975' title='What suposse i&apos;m gonna do?'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-107715867193939572</id><published>2004-02-18T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:47:08.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mau Tau Perasan Kamu</title><summary type='text'>Untuk Kamoe..Kamu yang baca surat ini, dan mengikuti harian akoe. Thank you!Tau ga kamu kalo akoe tuh orang yang paling ga bisa jago berkata2. Tulisan2 ini cuma saksi bisu akoe aja. Lucu kan kalo kamu yang kenal akoe, pasti ga percaya apa yang kutulis.Tapi kamu tau ga? kalo apa yg kutulis ini lebih dari hatikoe yg bicara, sampai bibir mulutkoe aja ga pandai berucap. Tau ga kalo akoe pun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107715867193939572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107715867193939572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715867193939572' title='Mau Tau Perasan Kamu'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-107715798011668250</id><published>2004-02-18T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:39:58.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its My Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Ga kerasa dah 23 man...Well pagi2 dah banyak masalah, Dompet gue not found.Gimana mana yahhh..Mulai hari  baru ada aja masalah, mungkin bisa bawa ke harapan baru kaligimana melangkah ke selanjutnya.Man,,,, ga minta apa2 deh..minta dompet ketemu and I always happy, so don't think muchBisa Jalan semua rencanaku Ya TUhanThank you deh For Another Year....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107715798011668250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107715798011668250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715798011668250' title='Its My Birthday'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-107677753204427133</id><published>2004-02-14T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T08:54:43.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akoe &amp; 4 Seasons</title><summary type='text'>Duh,,,Just another day.. lagi2 mood seseorang bisa merubah seorang putri jelita jadi petani. Susah memang mengerti musim, kapan harus senang dan kapan harus tidak tenang. Lucunya semua permainan ini bertemakan kesabaran.Duh,..rasanya seperti kesandung, hanya ga berdarah. Mungkin luka tapi belom tak kerasa. Sulit banget jelasin semua ini. Sungguh maksud hati tulus dan baik, namun hati tak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107677753204427133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107677753204427133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107677753204427133' title='Akoe &amp; 4 Seasons'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-107658618373843721</id><published>2004-02-12T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T03:45:31.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Seasons Felling</title><summary type='text'>Far away, unreachable feelingits there, something that i don't sawits there, exist in my daily lifeSomething that i wish never happen, AgainThis heart is playing a gameis a bout a time, it saidtime to filled, how felling can kill taste of sorrowemotion is sign anger, life and live within painShe is inside me, Deep I would saidShe is blame me instead i'm the one should be blamedGozhh..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107658618373843721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107658618373843721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107658618373843721' title='Four Seasons Felling'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-107597641136848223</id><published>2004-02-05T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T02:22:30.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in me</title><summary type='text'>Well, lama ga nulis2.. here we go again bermain dengan kata2.Tau ga kalo manusia tuh punya sensasi dalam setiap hidupnya, kadang dia lupa bahwa itu juga merupakan suatu ego. Sadar ga kalo kita tuh selalu mengulangi kesalahan yg sama dan menyesali perbuatan yang sama. Kadang kita mikir kapan ini semua kan abis? apa jawabanya harus di bawa sampe ke alam kubur.Duh filsafat hidup kita tuh rumit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107597641136848223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107597641136848223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107597641136848223' title='I&apos;m in me'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-107581159206739056</id><published>2004-02-03T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T04:35:28.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me AMore</title><summary type='text'>Damn!Felling Blue todayDamn! SongPlaying with MoodDamn!EMPTY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107581159206739056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/107581159206739056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107581159206739056' title='Me AMore'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-106499467781935911</id><published>2003-10-01T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T00:51:18.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telur Jatuh</title><summary type='text'>dua dua tahun, tak pernah nyangka hari ini ada telur jatuh di depan gue. Bukan telur biasa, telur ini telur burung, cukup besar dan kuningnya beku, aku kira batu(masih maniak batu sih). Mudahan2 ini tanda baik.Aku tahu Tuhan ada di dekatku selalu. Aku tahu sabar itu susah. tapi kemenagan di dalam itu semua lebih besar.Aku berusaha dan mencoba, tak mau patah semangat walaupun lawan2 ku lebih 30 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106499467781935911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106499467781935911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106499467781935911' title='Telur Jatuh'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-106475490256217364</id><published>2003-09-28T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T06:15:02.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamu Yang Lalu</title><summary type='text'>Rasa akan kamu yang laluPutri cilik dambaan senandungkuBiarkan aku nan curi pandang wajah muBertanya diri untuk mengagumi kamuSeiring waktu untuk sebuah ego laki-lakiKata cinta yang tak pernah terucapWalaupun hatimu siap menyapaUntuk kamu dan aku si pemuja cat minyakWahai kamu yang pernah di hatikuMengapa kamu mencuri lagi rasa hilang Saat mataku memandang bola matamuSaat kita </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106475490256217364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106475490256217364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106475490256217364' title='Kamu Yang Lalu'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-106380162427206615</id><published>2003-09-17T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T05:30:15.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto anak ronald</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106380162427206615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106380162427206615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106380162427206615' title='Foto anak ronald'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-106233699243912125</id><published>2003-08-31T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T06:36:32.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think About</title><summary type='text'>-- Past that never gone--I've Been thinking to my tought lately, considering about the choices and oppurtunity that lies infront of me.I spoke to my mom, she said if she had choice she would think about her self other than family matters.I just knew that some past that never escape. I don't think that is a burden to hold, probably tour of duty to family.If i had choice, I will make decision.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106233699243912125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106233699243912125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106233699243912125' title='Think About'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-106085853733425511</id><published>2003-08-14T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T04:00:14.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Sorrow</title><summary type='text'>Anote: Khalil GibranWE ARE the sons of Sorrow, and you are the  Sons of Joy. We are the sons of Sorrow,  And Sorrow is the shadow of a God who  Lives not in the domain of evil hearts.  We are sorrowful spirits, and Sorrow is Too great to exist in small hearts.When you laugh, we cry and lament; and he Who is seared and cleansed once with hisOwn tears will remain pure forevermoreAnote: My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106085853733425511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106085853733425511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106085853733425511' title='The Joy of Sorrow'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-106042209481389675</id><published>2003-08-09T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T02:45:44.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempat Nongkrong</title><summary type='text'>Tempat ini menjadi kesukaan di kala pikiran itu mati dan tak tahu harus berbuat apa.kadang menjadi tempat di mana sedih dan sepi itu datang.dan juga saat mikir langkah2 selanjutnya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106042209481389675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106042209481389675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106042209481389675' title='Tempat Nongkrong'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-106041837566129128</id><published>2003-08-09T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T01:39:35.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kasih Yang Pergi</title><summary type='text'>Anote: Khalil Gibran"Manakala cinta memanggilmu, ikutlah akan dia,sekalipun jalan-jalannya sukar serta curam.Dan bila sayapnya menyelubungimu,pasrahlah padanya,sekalipun pedangnya yang tersembunyi kelak kan menjejas jiwamu" Anote : My Self"Kasih bukanlah cinta yang datang dan pergi. Sekalipun tak memiliki ia akan hidup.Kasih tak harus bertanya akan imbal balik, Sebab ia datang dari jiwa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106041837566129128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106041837566129128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106041837566129128' title='Kasih Yang Pergi'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-106014488566674059</id><published>2003-08-05T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T21:41:25.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"(</title><summary type='text'>lagi ga enak.. perasaan gue.. ga tau mo omong apa.Sorry website.mudahan2 masih ada hari esok untuk nulis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106014488566674059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/106014488566674059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106014488566674059' title='&quot;('/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-105982154613520160</id><published>2003-08-02T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T03:52:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setelah Sepi Itu Pergi(Sastra Patah)</title><summary type='text'>Setelah diri menguasai emosi, maka sedih itu hilang. Hilang untuk sesaat kawan!Bukankah gembira datang untuk bersua?Tidakah kau sambut ia sebelum waktu kunjungnya habis?Kamu! aku kenal kamu!, katanya.Aku pernah datang bertemu denganmu.ada apa dengan jiwamu? kawankenapa ia tidak lagi seperti engkau?Tahukah kamu ketika aku datang. Cahaya itu masih ada.dan kini ia makin meredup.aku takut</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/105982154613520160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/105982154613520160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105982154613520160' title='Setelah Sepi Itu Pergi(Sastra Patah)'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-105955291575889541</id><published>2003-07-30T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T01:15:15.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalo sepi itu ada</title><summary type='text'>Bisa ga manusia itu hidup sendiri? kata-kata bisa aja bilang bisa tapi kalo coba-coba= MAU?Saya coba walaupun saya tak mau, susah sih tapi ada asiknya.andaikata ada pilihan pasti aku tak mau sendiri.aku benci hampa sebab hampa buat aku kosong.Sendiri dan sepi itu ada. Ada buat aku sadar kalo sepi itu bisa jadi teman setia.ada dimana aku bisa bernapas sebentar dan melihat manusia macam apa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/105955291575889541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/105955291575889541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105955291575889541' title='Kalo sepi itu ada'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-105944268168171367</id><published>2003-07-28T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T00:26:22.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Ini aku ingin Menanggis</title><summary type='text'>Kalo di cubit pasti sakit, anak kecil pun menanggis. Tapi kalo orang dewasa? Di pukulin orang pun hanya bengkak dan berbunyi sakit. tapi gimana Kalo mo menanggis ga ada suara, ga ada juga air mata seperti orang tidak menanggis. Hari ini aku merasa seperti itu. Waktu membuat orang gampang menanggis tapi gimana keadaan. Aku ga mau menanggis akan keadaan. Karena ga ada yang harus di tangisi.kalo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/105944268168171367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/105944268168171367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105944268168171367' title='Hari Ini aku ingin Menanggis'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-105939149735494262</id><published>2003-07-28T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T00:26:32.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kapan kamu mencapai batas?</title><summary type='text'>Kalo di pikir-pikir lagi dan di tanya tanya lagi, biasanya ga pernah puas. Dah dapet ini, mo dapet itu. Kapan yah ada habisnya? kadang sih akhirnya cuek, ga usah pusing ini itu, Jalani aja kata orang-orang.tapi kalo begitu terus, bukan kah sama aja semu? Akhir akhir ini jiwa kritis timbul lagi setelah sekian lama cuek-cuek bebek. gara gara mo jauh2 dari masalah. Eh nyatanya masalah ga mao </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/105939149735494262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/105939149735494262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105939149735494262' title='Kapan kamu mencapai batas?'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-105911915300811263</id><published>2003-07-25T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T00:45:52.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidup Lagi</title><summary type='text'>Tulisan ini hidup lagi..Tulisan ini berisi lagi..Tulisan ini bertuan lagi...Tulisan ini menanti lagi..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/105911915300811263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/105911915300811263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105911915300811263' title='Hidup Lagi'/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605093.post-78345899</id><published>2002-06-29T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T04:26:58.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-aku dan jalan hidupku-Hampir rasanya 3 tahun sudah aku berada di luar negara tercintaku. Rasanya waktu tak begitu cepat berlalu, sekilas balik aku mengingat cita cita dari mulutku. Suatu permulaan yg baik disini kataku dan benar aku pun hampir menyelesaikan sarjanaku dengan cepat. Kemudian apa yg akan kulakukan? sejanak otaku berfikir dan hatiku mulai galau dengan segala macam pilihan yg ada di</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/78345899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605093/posts/default/78345899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akoe.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78345899' title=''/><author><name>mikael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12634103293720628122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
