<?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-9388861</id><updated>2011-06-14T16:43:25.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'>come fly with me!</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm heading to the place between sleep and awake, where I remember all my dreams..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-115087391592661173</id><published>2006-06-21T10:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:11:55.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Better or Worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5838/681/1600/200359985-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5838/681/200/200359985-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could walk behind me &lt;br /&gt;or you could hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;You could know me fully &lt;br /&gt;or never understand&lt;br /&gt;You can drive me crazy &lt;br /&gt;like only you can&lt;br /&gt;Life's blessing, life's curse&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse&lt;br /&gt;You could leave me stranded &lt;br /&gt;or hold me with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Come home empty handed &lt;br /&gt;or hold a brilliant surprise&lt;br /&gt;You could sing me love song &lt;br /&gt;or just make me blue&lt;br /&gt;Life's blessing, life's curse&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Sure there are plenty of fish in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Flocks of birds on the rise&lt;br /&gt;Baby not for me &lt;br /&gt;cause I live in paradise&lt;br /&gt;And if harm way found you&lt;br /&gt;you know I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;to wrap my love around you&lt;br /&gt;to let you know I care&lt;br /&gt;And when the angels come down&lt;br /&gt;I'd say, "Don't you dare,&lt;br /&gt;you know not what you do", &lt;br /&gt;May God take me first&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God take me first&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-115087391592661173?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/115087391592661173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=115087391592661173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/115087391592661173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/115087391592661173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-better-or-worse.html' title='For Better or Worse'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-115082278234375667</id><published>2006-06-20T21:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:59:42.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5838/681/1600/3282-000050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5838/681/200/3282-000050.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidakkah kamu tau, diam itu tidak lagi emas. &lt;br /&gt;diam adalah tidak peduli. &lt;br /&gt;diam adalah bodoh. &lt;br /&gt;diam adalah tidak tau. &lt;br /&gt;diam adalah statis.&lt;br /&gt;diam adalah mati. &lt;br /&gt;diam adalah ketika kata-kata tidak lagi bisa mengungkapkan isi hati atau kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengapa harus diam, sayang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cin, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-115082278234375667?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/115082278234375667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=115082278234375667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/115082278234375667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/115082278234375667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-115073856398090050</id><published>2006-06-19T21:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:36:04.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrambling thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/faceless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/faceless.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah lama banget ga posting &amp; sebenernya udah lama banget juga pengen posting. tapi ga tau kenapa, setiap kali gue buka blog, kok ya akhirnya cuma ngetik beberapa kalimat untuk kemudian di-delete lagi karena ga sreg. kenapa sih? apa udah segitu bahagianya (atau garingnya) hidup gue sekarang sampe ga tau mau nulis apa?&lt;br /&gt;padahal, ini kan blog gue sendiri ya? kalo ada yg baca dan nemuin kebahagiaan (atau kegaringan) di dalamnya, yaa.. maap!&lt;br /&gt;atau justru karena gue belum ngerasa mampu untuk jujur total nulis di blog ini? ya gapapa juga toh? yang tau kan cuma gue (dan si Boss). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi apa dong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sesungguhnya, begitu banyak cerita di sini. &lt;br /&gt;mungkin nanti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajari aku untuk selalu menatap wajahmu &lt;br /&gt;hanya wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;ajari aku untuk selalu mendengar suaramu &lt;br /&gt;hanya suaramu&lt;br /&gt;ajari aku untuk selalu menggenggam tanganmu&lt;br /&gt;hanya tanganmu&lt;br /&gt;ajari aku untuk selalu menjaga hatimu&lt;br /&gt;hanya hatimu&lt;br /&gt;ajari aku untuk selalu mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;hanya kamu&lt;br /&gt;tanpa syarat&lt;br /&gt;tanpa tapi&lt;br /&gt;tanpa jika&lt;br /&gt;utuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;0:16 AM, menunggumu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-115073856398090050?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/115073856398090050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=115073856398090050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/115073856398090050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/115073856398090050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2006/06/scrambling-thoughts.html' title='scrambling thoughts'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110491877933726928</id><published>2005-01-05T16:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T16:52:59.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Spilled Out </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src= "http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/spilled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sedang menelusuri berita hari ini ketika &lt;em&gt;YM window&lt;/em&gt; tiba-tiba muncul di &lt;em&gt;desktop &lt;/em&gt;saya, lengkap dengan &lt;em&gt;sound alert&lt;/em&gt;-nya. Sebuah pesan dari seseorang yang pernah dekat dengan saya beberapa saat lalu. Ngga penting sih.. Cuma mengomentari foto saya di &lt;em&gt;chat window&lt;/em&gt;. Obrolan singkat dan ngga jelas itu kemudian ditutup dengan ucapan selamat bekerja dari dia. Saya pasti akan berkomentar, “&lt;em&gt;how sweet&lt;/em&gt;” kalau saja saya tidak mengenal dia begitu dalam. Sayangnya (atau untungnya) 2 tahun adalah waktu yang sangat-sangat cukup untuk mengenal seseorang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diam-diam saya masih suka berpikir, apa sih sebenarnya maunya manusia ini? &lt;em&gt;Geez, I gave him all the time he needed, yet he just couldn’t make up his complicated mind! &lt;/em&gt;Dan ketika saya telah menguatkan hati untuk meninggalkannya, dia berusaha mengusik saya dengan hal-hal yang dulunya begitu berarti buat saya, tapi tidak lagi. Tidak ketika saya mengambil keputusan itu, apalagi sekarang, ketika telah ada yang mengajak saya berbagi segalanya untuk menata masa depan. Sesuatu yang tidak bisa dia berikan untuk saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I feel sorry for you, asshole.     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110491877933726928?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110491877933726928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110491877933726928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110491877933726928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110491877933726928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2005/01/finally-spilled-out.html' title='Finally Spilled Out '/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110491217955544572</id><published>2005-01-05T13:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T17:01:24.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src= "http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/frustrated.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion&lt;br /&gt;The imagination&lt;br /&gt;The power&lt;br /&gt;The control&lt;br /&gt;The vision&lt;br /&gt;The intention&lt;br /&gt;The difficulty&lt;br /&gt;The cruelty&lt;br /&gt;The sense&lt;br /&gt;The logic&lt;br /&gt;The feeling&lt;br /&gt;The fact&lt;br /&gt;The dream&lt;br /&gt;The goal&lt;br /&gt;The thought&lt;br /&gt;The spirit&lt;br /&gt;The determination&lt;br /&gt;The idea&lt;br /&gt;The advice&lt;br /&gt;The opinion&lt;br /&gt;The talent&lt;br /&gt;The ability&lt;br /&gt;The strength &lt;br /&gt;The toughness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110491217955544572?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110491217955544572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110491217955544572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110491217955544572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110491217955544572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2005/01/uh-oh_05.html' title='Uh-Oh'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110432131698595254</id><published>2004-12-29T18:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T18:55:16.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to Live with What You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src= "http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/selfreflection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're in there&lt;br /&gt;I can see you&lt;br /&gt;you're saying you're okay&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that the gig is up&lt;br /&gt;the spell is broken&lt;br /&gt;the fat lady's sung&lt;br /&gt;the president has spoken&lt;br /&gt;these days that you were waiting for &lt;br /&gt;will come and go&lt;br /&gt;like any day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's never gonna be &lt;br /&gt;a moment of truth for you&lt;br /&gt;while the world is watching&lt;br /&gt;all you need is &lt;br /&gt;the thing you've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;and that's to learn to live&lt;br /&gt;with what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so freak out if you want to&lt;br /&gt;and I'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;don't call me for years&lt;br /&gt;and when you do&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying the effort&lt;br /&gt;is a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;but I just love you for&lt;br /&gt;the things you couldn't change&lt;br /&gt;though you have tried&lt;br /&gt;these hours of confusion&lt;br /&gt;they will soon expire&lt;br /&gt;like everything does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's never gonna be &lt;br /&gt;a moment of truth for you&lt;br /&gt;while the world is watching&lt;br /&gt;all you need is &lt;br /&gt;the thing you've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;and that's to learn to live&lt;br /&gt;with what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes everything you've ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;floats above sticking out its tongue &lt;br /&gt;and laughing while&lt;br /&gt;everything that anyone could ever need &lt;br /&gt;is down below waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's never gonna be &lt;br /&gt;a moment of truth for you&lt;br /&gt;while the world is watching&lt;br /&gt;'cause all you need is &lt;br /&gt;the thing you've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;and that's to learn to live&lt;br /&gt;with what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got to learn to live&lt;br /&gt;with what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110432131698595254?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110432131698595254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110432131698595254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110432131698595254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110432131698595254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2004/12/learn-to-live-with-what-you-are.html' title='Learn to Live with What You Are'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110431925206100771</id><published>2004-12-29T17:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T18:20:52.060+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src= "http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/opendoor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the wind is calling&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, one fine morning I’ll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in the world will find me &lt;br /&gt;Remind me where I’m from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a start to follow &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, when my heart is set in strength&lt;br /&gt;I can see an island in the sunshine &lt;br /&gt;It’s all mine, I won’t fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight, keep me here&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll make the future clear&lt;br /&gt;Only you have the right to know&lt;br /&gt;That horizon faraway will get closer everyday&lt;br /&gt;Share my dreams when it’s time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110431925206100771?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110431925206100771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110431925206100771' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110431925206100771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110431925206100771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2004/12/daydreaming.html' title='Daydreaming'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110386496718041077</id><published>2004-12-24T09:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T12:09:27.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src= "http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/xmas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. it's Christmas once again! But this flu almost kills my Christmas spirit.. Thanks to Dian, whose Windows Media Player keeps playing these cheerful, joyful, oldies but goodies (oh how I love to use this phrase, even though I knew Ganesh would hate it!) Christmas songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a nice pair of pen &amp; keyholder last night at MKG for cross-gift tomorrow.. and for myself, I bought a sexy black halter &amp; a pinkish tube dress. Hey, I need new apparels since I've worn the same old black tube top and black pants (with or without my bluish-greenish shawl) whenever there was a party during 2004! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I haven't got anything for Cinku.. Ppffhhh.. looks like I still have to go shopping this lunch-time! Btw, pity I can't celebrate Christmas with Cinku since he has to go back to Bandung.. Sniff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110386496718041077?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110386496718041077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110386496718041077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110386496718041077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110386496718041077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-time.html' title='CHRISTMAS TIME!'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110380408605004473</id><published>2004-12-23T18:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T19:14:46.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALLING IN LOVE IN SIX ACTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src= "http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/upsidedown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lust &lt;em&gt;(I think I love you. Who are you anyway?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, the big 'wow', the big 'gee', the big 'yesyesyes' you've been waiting for... This is where you find something or someone and believe they are better, greater, cuter, wiser and more wonderful than anything you've ever known. Lust isn't a sin, it's a necessity, for with lust as our guide we imagine our bodies moving the way our bodies were meant to move. And you think: "I have no need of food, I have no need of sleep, I have no needs other than occasionally chewing a breath mint. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, probably beacuse you haven't happened to me yet. Now I can pass into the next act," so poetically called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Euphoria &lt;em&gt;(or: oh yippee, you're mine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel funny inside, you feel funny outside. You feel you could do anything and no one would dare laugh at you. This love, you will treasure, you will not put in the basement next to your rowing machine, treadmill, and thermal body sweat wrap. And you will not take this love for granted, because that is the biggest sin of all. And you say: "I feel so good, I feel so strong, I feel actually attractive and I could learn to live with that feeling. Oh. Let us sing and dance and eat brown mushy foods low in fat! Oh joy! Oh rapture! Oh but what if I'm no good at this? Oh.. I am no good at this. I am becoming very, very afraid. That must be because I'm passing into the third act" called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fear &lt;em&gt;(also known as: uh-oh!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the doubt begins, where the mind comes back from shopping, yells at the heart, binds and gags it to a nice lounge chair and allows guilt, failure, and remembrances of things past to sit in for a nice game of bridge. This is where you fear what you need most. If it's a person you love, you fear appearing foolish in front of them. And you begin to think: "Oh no. What if I'm wrong? What if this stinks? What if my heart has blinders on, it's had blinders on before. In fact it had dark heavy patches taped all over it. How can anyone love me if I don't love myself? I mean, I love myself, there are just parts between the top of my head and the bottom of my feet that could use some improvement.. I'm not demeaning myself, I have relatives who do that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Disgust &lt;em&gt;(and the strange desire to eat every thing in sight, hide in you room..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes what unavoidable time when you say to anyone who will listen: What the heck am I doing here anyway? If it's a person you love, first you hate only their inadequacies, then you start hating their good points as well. "I can't believe I ever said I felt this way, I must have been dreaming! Wait, this is no dream. This is a film noir movie, and one of those really dark ones too. I mean, this is love? This is what they tell you about when you're 11 and naive? Or 32 and more naive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The truth &lt;em&gt;(love is hardwork, and sometimes hard work can really hurt) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, I will tell you now. Love is a game, and if you play you either win, lose or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great meaningful answers from it all (like if it looks too good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you, you just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidiest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The finale &lt;em&gt;(also known as the big whopper-doodle, or the most important part of this whole darn thing) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is love, as demanding, and nourishing, and difficult as it can be, and as strong and wise as it makes you become. There is something to be gained from commitment. There are rewards for staying when you would rather leave. And there is something to be said for running up that hill when you would rather slide down it. And so you let love come perch upon your shoulder, and you don't turn it away. You do the tango. Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110380408605004473?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110380408605004473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110380408605004473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110380408605004473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110380408605004473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2004/12/falling-in-love-in-six-acts.html' title='FALLING IN LOVE IN SIX ACTS'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110380340534673275</id><published>2004-12-23T18:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T19:03:25.346+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/woman2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spent the last 3 days (and nights) trying to ignore what my body was feeling, I finally gave up. Yesterday morning, after my bro-in-law dropped me off in Mampang, I took ojek to Cinku’s place. He was half-asleep when opening the door for me. He left to office after making sure I was OK to be left alone. The next thing I knew, it was already 10 PM when he’s back. I argued a little with him about the importance of me seeing the doctor. This time he won. But it was proved that I was right, there’s nothing serious, just a flu symptom. Unfortunately the doctor gave me 3 kinds of medicine to be taken 3 times a day. Arrggghhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at the office, feel a bit tired. Must be the flu. Or the accumulation of what’s been lingering in my head. I definitely need a resolution. Once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110380340534673275?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110380340534673275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110380340534673275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110380340534673275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110380340534673275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2004/12/unwell.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110311129926727448</id><published>2004-12-15T18:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T18:48:19.266+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kita</title><content type='html'>Apakah benar aku tercipta dari tulang rusukmu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110311129926727448?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110311129926727448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110311129926727448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110311129926727448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110311129926727448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2004/12/kita.html' title='Kita'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110309665177831624</id><published>2004-12-15T11:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T14:44:11.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src= "http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/jump.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be popular &lt;br /&gt;You could be wanting more &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be that way &lt;br /&gt;This could be beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you really gonna make it happen? &lt;br /&gt;Seems a whisper's sometimes louder than a scream &lt;br /&gt;Are you really gonna make it happen? &lt;br /&gt;Life is free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be a checkout girl &lt;br /&gt;You could be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You give your all but it's not enough &lt;br /&gt;Is that the way it is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you really gonna make it happen? &lt;br /&gt;Seems a whisper's sometimes louder than a scream &lt;br /&gt;Are you really gonna make it happen? &lt;br /&gt;Life is free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the dream alive &lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid &lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering my life away &lt;br /&gt;You know that's all I've got to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you really gonna make it happen? &lt;br /&gt;Seems a whisper's sometimes louder than a scream &lt;br /&gt;Are you really gonna make it happen? &lt;br /&gt;Life is free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110309665177831624?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110309665177831624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110309665177831624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110309665177831624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110309665177831624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2004/12/life-is-free.html' title='Life is Free'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110301953812806391</id><published>2004-12-14T16:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:46:33.476+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src= "http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/separate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanyaku pada dia,&lt;br /&gt;"Adakah ingatanmu tentang kisah kita?&lt;br /&gt;Yang dulu rasanya tak akan pernah berujung,&lt;br /&gt;ketika semua harapan dan mimpi punya kita?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110301953812806391?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110301953812806391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110301953812806391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110301953812806391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110301953812806391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2004/12/tanyaku-pada-dia-adakah-ingatanmu.html' title=''/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110299812442252606</id><published>2004-12-14T10:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:28:35.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-talk</title><content type='html'>It's you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause with your eyes I can see.&lt;br /&gt;with your heart I can love.&lt;br /&gt;and with your life I can live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's you, Alexander Wilhelm Loppies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110299812442252606?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110299812442252606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110299812442252606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110299812442252606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110299812442252606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2004/12/heart-talk.html' title='Heart-talk'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388861.post-110189294078733789</id><published>2004-12-01T21:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T11:03:52.276+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>Woke up early this morning. Didn't wanna leave my warm bed at all! But after a cold shower, I was ready to rock again! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 new colleagues joining today, Roni the Art Director and Astrid the Copywriter. Hopefully the chemistry works between us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cinku dropped by to take his lunch (God! how I love him!), he told me that the video presentation shoot is delayed until tomorrow night. Glad to hear that :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a good mood today! Easily irritated and annoyed.. I don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of his big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of the boring works.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just being bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9388861-110189294078733789?l=simaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/feeds/110189294078733789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388861&amp;postID=110189294078733789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110189294078733789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388861/posts/default/110189294078733789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simaik.blogspot.com/2004/12/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>simaik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12314169852269526703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/mightymaik/Gue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
