<?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-3336107</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:22:05.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asa's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>Used when I'm Spin Around.. Used when I can't pay my Member-host at Lovestories.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336107.post-108403884423927855</id><published>2004-05-08T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T10:57:18.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hm..</title><content type='html'>song's name was "Hm.."&lt;br /&gt;like a bee&lt;br /&gt;the sound squize me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. hm.. hm..&lt;br /&gt;go.. go.. away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your sound scatters me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-108403884423927855?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/108403884423927855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/108403884423927855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403884423927855' title='hm..'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-107737371858038585</id><published>2004-02-21T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T06:30:36.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free your mind!</title><content type='html'>actually every problem is simple&lt;br /&gt;but we always make it worst because our minds&lt;br /&gt;think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we erase the sub-problem,&lt;br /&gt;we get the main problem.&lt;br /&gt;and the main problem is only ONE PROBLEM:&lt;br /&gt;it could be about choosing things, a yes-no question, an essay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why our mind make it sounds hard?&lt;br /&gt;why we see the small things and not concentrate on the big one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the answer is:&lt;br /&gt;because we are complicated.&lt;br /&gt;a very complicated creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and we always fall to the same trap, are we? :)&lt;br /&gt;that's what happened to me. how's your?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-107737371858038585?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107737371858038585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107737371858038585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737371858038585' title='Free your mind!'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-107691740647830421</id><published>2004-02-15T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T23:45:18.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Dream</title><content type='html'>In this second dream&lt;br /&gt;I saw a young girl intimidate &lt;br /&gt;in her school society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's smart, friendly&lt;br /&gt;but everybody avoid her&lt;br /&gt;with no reason.&lt;br /&gt;somebody even tried to rape her&lt;br /&gt;in his car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last, she cried&lt;br /&gt;asking for all people&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with them&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-107691740647830421?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107691740647830421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107691740647830421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691740647830421' title='Second Dream'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-107682075366223504</id><published>2004-02-14T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T20:54:24.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel's Like B*tch</title><content type='html'>I feel like a b*tch&lt;br /&gt;hungry for your love&lt;br /&gt;but you role your own game&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sick&lt;br /&gt;all things turn to bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;someone must kill one of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-107682075366223504?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107682075366223504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107682075366223504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682075366223504' title='Feel&apos;s Like B*tch'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-107608824287645625</id><published>2004-02-06T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:25:45.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel So Black</title><content type='html'>3 different friends speak up their mind: leave him!&lt;br /&gt;3 different friends whom not knowing one each other..&lt;br /&gt;and maybe they are right.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that on 15 or saturday (near to 15 feb), I must say goodbye again..&lt;br /&gt;this is not containing what my friend said on him. this is my own decision. I have think that someday if nothing goes on, I must "break up" (though he's not my bf yet) him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a good guy, but good is not enough -- I think.&lt;br /&gt;I need him to be able to speak up his mind.&lt;br /&gt;he looks like to running away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the "big say goodbye" on august last year, I think there's no change. &lt;br /&gt;if any change, it's only about 1%.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like going no where.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-107608824287645625?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107608824287645625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107608824287645625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608824287645625' title='Feel So Black'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-107566308141528688</id><published>2004-02-01T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T11:19:39.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 1000 for He's So Far Away</title><content type='html'>A little happiness when today I actually cry (almost) without reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Am I dreaming too much?&lt;br /&gt;ah, the more about you -- the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-107566308141528688?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107566308141528688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107566308141528688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107566308141528688' title='A 1000 for He&apos;s So Far Away'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-107565580681353670</id><published>2004-02-01T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T09:18:24.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>My friend said, I might be hope that he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she was right..&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; too much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-107565580681353670?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107565580681353670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107565580681353670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107565580681353670' title='Broken'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-107480360218292920</id><published>2004-01-22T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T12:34:50.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My resolution</title><content type='html'>My resolution for this year: up-dating my blogs layout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-107480360218292920?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107480360218292920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107480360218292920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107480360218292920' title='My resolution'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-107480142578594286</id><published>2004-01-22T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T12:27:46.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanpa Rasa</title><content type='html'>Tanpa rasa, rasanya..&lt;br /&gt;tidak ada yang bisa menakik yang limbung ini&lt;br /&gt;semakin tak berasa..&lt;br /&gt;namamu nyaris jadi nisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hampir tak berasa..&lt;br /&gt;aku berguling jatuh. jatuh jauh ke bumi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry, no translation but the story is about my feeling about him right now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-107480142578594286?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107480142578594286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107480142578594286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107480142578594286' title='Tanpa Rasa'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-107479969279731278</id><published>2004-01-22T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T12:29:43.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friend</title><content type='html'>Got a new friend from Malay. She is talking about LOVE matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just realize how long I didn't update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;The problem, I sometimes too lazy :) and many part of the story had written in Lovestories.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei, yesterday a Chinese New Year. Hm, I missed my friends from that office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-107479969279731278?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107479969279731278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/107479969279731278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479969279731278' title='New Friend'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-106339201339711597</id><published>2003-09-12T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T11:42:03.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Smell of the Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(it's inspired from a friend's story about flower market)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smell of the flower.. the flower we called Sedap Malam&lt;br /&gt;the smell of the night.. maybe it was how i should translate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to your lungs, your mellow will be vanish..&lt;br /&gt;slowly.. slowly.. like fresh air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the smell of the night, put this sadness away from me&lt;br /&gt;make me close my eyes and feel the extacy of yours&lt;br /&gt;take me to another place of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo! the smell of the night..&lt;br /&gt;stay with me for a week..&lt;br /&gt;call my name, wrap my tears..&lt;br /&gt;lo! in the warm of the night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-106339201339711597?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106339201339711597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106339201339711597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106339201339711597' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-106320452750688986</id><published>2003-09-10T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T07:41:27.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;to virus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no advice but I know that feeling. I've been there.&lt;br /&gt;i can't write too much right now.. in fact, i can't write it here now. but i will. i'll contact you by other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-106320452750688986?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106320452750688986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106320452750688986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106320452750688986' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-106320215495504364</id><published>2003-09-10T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:55:54.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;open letter for ms. asa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear asa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm cul-de-sac.&lt;br /&gt;you know how bad to feel that way. i let go something in my life and i feel: freedom, joyful, and sadness. sometimes it came together but sometimes one-by-one touching me. i lost many thing in this few months -- i can't see the reality anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you feel when you let something go away from your heart? do you feel the way I feel? do you laugh while you cry? do you smile while you were angry? what do you do? do you sit and silent? and you watch with doing nothing? do you wanna cried out but it hang at your mind?&lt;br /&gt;do you ever hurt someone -- someone whom really precious for your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asa, every word is layering my mind. too many sentence vanished quickly. i can't resist any longer. i feel so tired. tired with my life. tired with everything surround me. i even have no dream anymore. i'm boring with destiny. why should we life in destiny if destiny is created only to make you lost more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt someone to make him free: free from my anger, free his mind of feeling guilty, free us to walk in better way. but he doesn't know, doesn't understand..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-106320215495504364?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106320215495504364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106320215495504364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106320215495504364' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-106226200531193661</id><published>2003-08-30T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T09:46:45.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God, it's been more than 1000</title><content type='html'>it's 1011 today for &lt;i&gt;And All your wishes come by&lt;/i&gt;. i surprised. thank God. I made something that people love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Call" has several comments. I'm happy i'm not alone having that feeling. thank you for you who has comment my work. to other who want to share that feeling with me, I'm open. :) but don't be surprise if i only write you once a week because that is the only time i have (saturday and or sunday). but believe me, i will reply it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-106226200531193661?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106226200531193661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106226200531193661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106226200531193661' title='thank God, it&apos;s been more than 1000'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-106166263162198690</id><published>2003-08-23T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T11:18:42.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can..</title><content type='html'>999 for &lt;b&gt;And All Wishes Come By&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiuh..&lt;br /&gt;sounds weird. it's really weird. &lt;br /&gt;if &lt;a href="http://dyasmita.blogspot.com"&gt;dhei&lt;/a&gt; didn't tell me by chat, i wouldn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never though that the poets will get hits. in the same time, I saw him there. another weird thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tell me by e-mail (asapagi@yahoo.com) -- do you think it's a good idea to put tag-board so you can comment me there or not? dhei suggest me to do that and she's ready to link it for me (ah, my only one webmastah..).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-106166263162198690?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106166263162198690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106166263162198690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106166263162198690' title='How can..'/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-106043443525850880</id><published>2003-08-09T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T06:07:15.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend story of Ami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he loves her so deep. She feel just like river flow. not love, not hate. just like that. then they broke up. she didn't feel sad. just like friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she doesn't understand her feeling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-106043443525850880?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106043443525850880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/106043443525850880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106043443525850880' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-105930820947978942</id><published>2003-07-27T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T05:18:42.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Oups! I must make a confession, I think.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my friend that I must said "No!" -- it's getting worst. Now we don't even talk because unfortunattely -- something stupid happened several months ago and put us into a very fatal misunderstanding. And I had said sorry for twice and get no response so I think -- well, maybe karma, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's my confession and see u soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-105930820947978942?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/105930820947978942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/105930820947978942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105930820947978942' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-105930740410849689</id><published>2003-07-27T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T05:03:24.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry not writing both in Lovestories.com nor here because I have "serious trouble" with life :) but come get relax and I promise I'll write again. soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-105930740410849689?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/105930740410849689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/105930740410849689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105930740410849689' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-90255608</id><published>2003-03-06T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T12:05:36.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And somebody said, "how could you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I said, "I think I like him, but better to let him go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be "east". &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-90255608?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/90255608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/90255608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90255608' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-88598571</id><published>2003-02-05T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T09:26:02.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Halt the Rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today i've done something really bad.&lt;br /&gt;I think I had hurt somebody's heart. but I can't manage myself not to do that.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I don't have to, but I thank I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime, maybe, I think -- I don't have to excuse of what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you think then -- but sorry, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;and I don't need your understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even forgot how to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't a shame?&lt;br /&gt;no, yes.. I feel like to cry but dry is my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be rain out there&lt;br /&gt;but no water had fallen to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so old. so old, as the age of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa&lt;br /&gt;jpn/06/2/2003&lt;br /&gt;0:34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-88598571?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/88598571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/88598571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88598571' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-87227937</id><published>2003-01-10T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T10:20:22.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i made a mistake and i didn't realize it, i'd never write. but now i start again! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-87227937?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/87227937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/87227937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87227937' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-83257755</id><published>2002-10-20T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T10:16:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Wake me up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up,&lt;br /&gt;wake me up from this suffering dream&lt;br /&gt;wake me up and comfort me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awakening,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes surrounds the surface&lt;br /&gt;wondering the dark of my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up,&lt;br /&gt;wake me up from crying loud&lt;br /&gt;wake me up and don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jpn, 21/10/2002.&lt;br /&gt;0:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I lied..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has dissolved.&lt;br /&gt;or at least that's what should be happened.&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't lie myself&lt;br /&gt;too many stuff stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day I see by my eyes&lt;br /&gt;none of mine you throw to your trash&lt;br /&gt;I though you might be played&lt;br /&gt;but I believed then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I lied to you&lt;br /&gt;proudly said that I had throw anything about you&lt;br /&gt;I convinced you that was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if some day you will know the truth&lt;br /&gt;you may be painful&lt;br /&gt;but all I did (is only) to make you&lt;br /&gt;walk your way&lt;br /&gt;to make you forget the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;to make you leave me&lt;br /&gt;(and maybe) to make you hate&lt;br /&gt;and make you think&lt;br /&gt;that there's nothing left for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did might be done&lt;br /&gt;but I lived in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jpn, 21/10/2002.&lt;br /&gt;0:58&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-83257755?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/83257755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/83257755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83257755' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-80334217</id><published>2002-08-16T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T14:25:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A star. A moon.&lt;br /&gt;Blank on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;A jar. Some water.&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet of taste.&lt;br /&gt;Speechless. Soundless.&lt;br /&gt;My fingers turn into ice.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live with the paper&lt;br /&gt;without you behind the shadow&lt;br /&gt;and I feel so poor&lt;br /&gt;to wait my mind could think again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;Lost of you.&lt;br /&gt;Then I lost the way.&lt;br /&gt;So I turn to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jkt, 17/08/2002. 04:19 WIB&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you and still I love you.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-80334217?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/80334217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/80334217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80334217' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-80333528</id><published>2002-08-16T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T13:54:02.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and at last he met God. &lt;br /&gt;I think it was good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, several days ago I must see her there. And I don't like it. but I can't tell anybody.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't speak, except one conversation, then, silent. &lt;br /&gt;I though, maybe her friend's know that.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but i still feel strange about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-80333528?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/80333528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/80333528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80333528' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-78694757</id><published>2002-07-08T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-08T11:28:12.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days ago I dreamed of him. he was sleeping, i should wake him up.. but he gets angry.. &lt;br /&gt;what that's mean?&lt;br /&gt;then, a day after that, i try to say hallo, but sounds he didn't really wanna respon on me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-78694757?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/78694757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/78694757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78694757' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-77294610</id><published>2002-06-03T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-03T10:52:47.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still don't understand. Which part was the lie?&lt;br /&gt;who lied to you, he or his friend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did he blame you? didn't we ALREADY know that he (the dead man) lied to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry to what you feel, but I'm confusing by pieces of your story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing.. if you cannot forgive him now.. let the time erase it. I won't asked you to forgive him. for it's your right.. but someday, you HAVE to forgive. even it takes years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes everybody has heart. but they treat their heart in different way. if we measure, it gives different points. if he played to you, maybe this death is an end you should thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last, the truth is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue, you just need more time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- baby blue wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i don't know anymore.. all this time i thought it&lt;br /&gt;&gt; was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; real, but it wasn't.. it's all just lies.. nothing&lt;br /&gt;&gt; but&lt;br /&gt;&gt; lies.. that's why he never send his real pic, that's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; why he never called.. and all this time he's blaming&lt;br /&gt;&gt; me cos it wasn't me who answers his calls.. i hate&lt;br /&gt;&gt; him.. and his friend asking me to forgive him..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; forgive and forget, cos he's dead.. how can they ask&lt;br /&gt;&gt; me that.. it's hurt, it's painful.. do they know&lt;br /&gt;&gt; what&lt;br /&gt;&gt; it feels like to know that the person u love all&lt;br /&gt;&gt; this&lt;br /&gt;&gt; time is lying to you?? &lt;br /&gt;&gt; just because u met them on irc, doesn't make u&lt;br /&gt;&gt; entitled to lie to them.. they're real person, they&lt;br /&gt;&gt; have heart, they have feeling who the hell give u&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; right to hurt them&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; --- Asa Pagi &lt;asapagi@yahoo.com&gt; wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; dear, blu3y&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; who's this guy? is he coming from the past or&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; someone&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; new? what should you afraid of? just follow your&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; life,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; don't be afraid,.. nothing you should be afraid..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Asa.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; Their message to you:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; i miss someone.. don't know why i feel this&lt;br /&gt;&gt; way..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; and i'm so afraid.. afraid that i'm going to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; lose&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; him like i before..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-77294610?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/77294610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/77294610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77294610' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-77249868</id><published>2002-06-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T07:00:00.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;He's So Far Away..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel him far..&lt;br /&gt;and every day he goes far and far away..&lt;br /&gt;then I feel like I'm losing him..&lt;br /&gt;and somehow he will never come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the wind stolen him..&lt;br /&gt;in the night I felt asleep..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear any voice..&lt;br /&gt;except my own breath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to be alone..&lt;br /&gt;in the ocean of the dark..&lt;br /&gt;where memories are burried..&lt;br /&gt;and I'm afraid I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;if someday he will be back here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take my memories!&lt;br /&gt;please just let me rest with it&lt;br /&gt;if you took everything away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa.&lt;br /&gt;Jkt. 02/06/2002. 21:06 WIB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's vanished.. something took him away from my side..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-77249868?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/77249868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/77249868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77249868' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-77149064</id><published>2002-05-30T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T11:05:10.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;When The Paranoid Plans To Die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by asapagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was phoned by my friend who you know close to "Love Paranoid", and she said he wants to suicide. Just minutes ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was panic and tried to talk with him (until I write this journal, he still alives). He looks desperate. He only said he was tired, he was boring. She didn't know his true reasons even she asked several times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asked me, "So what can I do if he really wants to do that? It sounds like.. he wasn't make a joke. because he privately asked my opinion of his suicide." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend asked her to contact his friend to "watch" him and not let him being alone. So she contact his friend as long as she can do (she hope they believe her). This friend also told her that if it happen, it's not her guilty. For these 2 suggestion, I agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't make him make-up his mind. and she has no idea what will be happen then. She doesn't wanna loose him that way. Because she still believe he can try another way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also said that maybe, she was the first person who knows it (Though he also write it in his online journal). She was confused, and didn't know what to do coz this Paranoid lives in other city. Even she can go there, she can't stay there more than 9 hours. So, she only can depand on his friends. She said, if he really wants to do that, it might be after tomorrow night (he said he wants to watch a drama that had been written by his friend before). It means, the time is still not enough for her to be there. He also talked about burried and some "scarry" words that she won't like to listen to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt guilty for some reason that I will write later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa. &lt;br /&gt;Jkt, 15/05/2002. 3:06 WIB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It also makes me confused. None of us ever face a situation like this before. Another friend of her (N) had promised to asked her friend (student of psychology) for her advise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be happen next? I hope he won't do that. Sorry, but this time I am deeply speechless...&lt;/i&gt;&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/3336107-77149064?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/77149064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/77149064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77149064' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-76718929</id><published>2002-05-19T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-19T02:46:17.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Terbanglah Lelakiku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbanglah Lelakiku&lt;br /&gt;Dirimu yang selalu berlari&lt;br /&gt;takkan pernah berhenti&lt;br /&gt;sampai mati menghujammu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbang, terbanglah Lelakiku&lt;br /&gt;Padamu aku pasti merindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelakiku,&lt;br /&gt;aku tak tahu apakah kita akan sua&lt;br /&gt;(akankah?)&lt;br /&gt;dan tak tahu apakah kau masih mengenangku&lt;br /&gt;(mungkinkah?)&lt;br /&gt;kuharap sebongkah kedamaian kan kau temui&lt;br /&gt;kuharap suatu saat kau berhenti&lt;br /&gt;dan berdiam dengan kekasih murni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbanglah Lelakiku&lt;br /&gt;Seribu bintang akan mengiringimu&lt;br /&gt;rohku telah kutitipkan padanya&lt;br /&gt;jangan lihat ke belakang!&lt;br /&gt;jangan kau lihat rupaku kini&lt;br /&gt;pergilah dengan angin&lt;br /&gt;rohku telah kutitipkan padanya&lt;br /&gt;jangan lihat ke belakang!&lt;br /&gt;terbanglah, dan temukan impianmu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa.&lt;br /&gt;Jkt, 16/05/2002. 21:27 WIB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;jarang kutulis sesuatu dalam bahasa ini..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-76718929?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/76718929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/76718929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76718929' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-76435176</id><published>2002-05-11T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T11:29:29.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my world is an extraordinary world to understand. for the words are few, and you must read my eyes..&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/3336107-76435176?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/76435176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/76435176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76435176' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-75898402</id><published>2002-04-27T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T10:55:10.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-75898402?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/75898402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/75898402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75898402' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-75898307</id><published>2002-04-27T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T10:51:24.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a very tired day. &lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i met one of my reader in IM. and she asked me for help (this part will be write soon).&lt;br /&gt;but the point is, i didn't know what i have done. well, is that right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other thing,...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like missing someone, but not knowing who..&lt;br /&gt;or how, or why... and for what...&lt;br /&gt;but My Forgotten Man (I was write about him with a tittle: Wounded Man),&lt;br /&gt;how is he?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ladyCath seems enjoy the Wounded Man. for me, writing it.. just like singing it inside.&lt;br /&gt;oh my wounded man, my forgotten man,... where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-75898307?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/75898307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/75898307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75898307' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-11444310</id><published>2002-04-03T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T23:14:12.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And All Wishes Come By..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy B'day dear Love,&lt;br /&gt;may tommorow shines your day&lt;br /&gt;and happiness surrounding&lt;br /&gt;and all wishes come by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy B'day dear Love,&lt;br /&gt;leave all wounds behind&lt;br /&gt;for the dreams bright&lt;br /&gt;and all wishes come by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa.&lt;br /&gt;Jkt, 04/4/2002. 13:57&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-11444310?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/11444310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/11444310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11444310' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-10936473</id><published>2002-03-20T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T09:30:56.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time not writing. too many things happen, and I think, it just happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;so I can't breathe for a second, for many jobs and task must be done.&lt;br /&gt;well, some of them had done yet, but.. still many things are waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I saw some people had launch their book .. and it makes me jealous.. :)&lt;br /&gt;when will it happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;it may yet, Mr Frodo, it may... &lt;br /&gt;(so Lords of the rings!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Can I meet him there? all of my friends say that.. if I could go there even I told them that the meeting is about job,&lt;br /&gt;they kept saying that something will be happened between us..&lt;br /&gt;Do they right..?***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days ago,.. I had a very beautiful dream.. it was so beautiful.. it made me feel so peaceful..&lt;br /&gt;it was like Lords of t/ Rings.. but.. it was different... I can't remember what it was all about..&lt;br /&gt;but I really enjoy that dream..&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/3336107-10936473?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/10936473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/10936473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10936473' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-10529874</id><published>2002-03-08T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-08T10:17:48.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Running Seasons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter and Spring&lt;br /&gt;are names in quiet&lt;br /&gt;who's looking for one each other&lt;br /&gt;but only meet behind the margin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year they make a promise&lt;br /&gt;to come and wait &lt;br /&gt;by the sign of the sky&lt;br /&gt;by the wind that they sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time is coming&lt;br /&gt;they only meet for a moment&lt;br /&gt;not to speak but to watch&lt;br /&gt;secretly talk by their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter and Spring&lt;br /&gt;always run to reach their love&lt;br /&gt;though never have enough time&lt;br /&gt;to hold and kiss goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa&lt;br /&gt;08/3/2002. 00:35 WIB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;though never meet, their love is everlasting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I dream about AD, and it's not a nightmare,.. why now my dream about him wasn't scary me? why it looks about love?&lt;br /&gt;I saw he holds my hand.. and the past dream, about 3 times.. are same like that... is that mean the end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-10529874?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/10529874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/10529874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10529874' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-10305920</id><published>2002-03-02T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T11:33:02.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Somebody Might Be Hurt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear love,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cold since we never talk.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, I think someday I must responsible to the way&lt;br /&gt;I've chosen before.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what makes me interesting to this problem&lt;br /&gt;but maybe, because it's very different thing.&lt;br /&gt;When I met this man, I know something extraordinary story will happen&lt;br /&gt;but I do know too, it needs a lot of time to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work for him, should only for temporary time..&lt;br /&gt;somehow, someday, I must blast when he finds his way&lt;br /&gt;for another life, another place.&lt;br /&gt;It might hurts except he opens his mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I do right things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;should I stands in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-10305920?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/10305920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/10305920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10305920' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-10305569</id><published>2002-03-02T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T11:18:38.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not so good during these days.&lt;br /&gt;It might me, I made some mistakes I could bear.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did was right, or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Neither if I told the truth, &lt;br /&gt;could somebody accept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was giving someone a big secret.&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to do?&lt;br /&gt;I started "killing" someone's heart again.&lt;br /&gt;May he forgives me someday -- when he knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-10305569?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/10305569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/10305569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10305569' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-10009149</id><published>2002-02-22T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-22T10:01:01.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;She Wants to Help A Paranoid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend meet someone who had a very long pain in his life.&lt;br /&gt;They never met, except in mIRC.&lt;br /&gt;At first conversation, he told her that he had ever tried to suicide, but failed.&lt;br /&gt;After that, he never tried except.. he loves to hurt his body.&lt;br /&gt;My friend knows well that he had emotional disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Emotion that had been burried since he was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told her clearly, he's paranoid for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;and once she asked him, did anybody knew about that.. he said, she's the first.&lt;br /&gt;(I mean, about the suicide matters..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tracked him out. Trying to find his past. and yet she still not understood.&lt;br /&gt;at first, she though that he is kind person which is having no friend in his life&lt;br /&gt;but she's wrong. He had a lot of friend. It's look like.. he has a normal life..&lt;br /&gt;except he had live alone since 16 years, apart from his family.. as his choice.&lt;br /&gt;he is humorist, but sometimes sensitive. That's what my friend said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked her, "don't you feel afraid?"&lt;br /&gt;She answer, "I don't know. I don't think he will do something bad to me. I think he just do anything bad to himself."&lt;br /&gt;I asked again, "How could you sure about that? You even never know him."&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, "I had shoot his heart. I can guess what he was looking for."&lt;br /&gt;"And that was..?"&lt;br /&gt;"Love. A general love. Family, friends, lover,.. he lost love from family, then something happened to his gf. I don't know well but maybe she was die."&lt;br /&gt;"He reacted to what you said?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure. I was right. It shocked him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What next you wanna do?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," she stopped for a second, "maybe keep standing in a place where he can talk to me."&lt;br /&gt;We were quiet for a while, then she continues, "I.. I just want to accompany him finding what he's looking for.&lt;br /&gt;At least, if he never find it, he knows he actually never been alone. Maybe it takes years to erase his delusion.&lt;br /&gt;But I believe, someday he will find it. Maybe there's a time to let him see that .. &lt;br /&gt;if he is LOOKING for love, so someone out there was LOOKING for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa.&lt;br /&gt;Jkt. 23/2/2002. 01:00 WIB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you agree to her decision to keep help him there? please let me know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-10009149?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/10009149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/10009149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10009149' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-9967633</id><published>2002-02-21T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T09:34:06.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I talked to him. he said he was joking and not remember what he said&lt;br /&gt;but what he did.. had left me a little deep pain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-9967633?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9967633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9967633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9967633' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-9966794</id><published>2002-02-21T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T09:07:59.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Coming Back Home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm coming home, Lovestories.com!" &lt;br /&gt;and I think, that was the first thing I can say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually not knowing from whom I've got this opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;For him/her, thanks. &lt;br /&gt;My promise is to keep writing here. &lt;br /&gt;and to Alanna, thanks too :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost a month, I "travel" to other places, store my works -- &lt;br /&gt;which have been write here before -- &lt;br /&gt;in other web like best-love-poems.com and thestarlitecafe.com (thanks to ladycath!). &lt;br /&gt;And I think, this little journey also gives me something in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know why so hard to leave this place. &lt;br /&gt;It's my home, my first home. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy to come back home. &lt;br /&gt;I still "walk" to other webs as my "villas".. &lt;br /&gt;but where else best place but home? &lt;br /&gt;Now I can sleep with my pillow again. &lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa &lt;br /&gt;Jkt. 21/2/2002. 01:38 WIB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;written as I written in Lovestories.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-9966794?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9966794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9966794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9966794' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-9893298</id><published>2002-02-19T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T11:09:32.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw him again. and I don't know what I suppose to do. And I just watching him talking to his friends..&lt;br /&gt;I though I can bear, but I don't.. I must tried so hard to keep my eyes dry.&lt;br /&gt;It's really like.. If only I can talk ..&lt;br /&gt;but.. he said he won't be near me, right?..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he was right.. maybe it's the time.&lt;br /&gt;it was something I always wishpered for.. but why when it happened, it makes me really hurt?&lt;br /&gt;maybe I just felt not ready.. yet, everything are always like a time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;I never guess he would say that until it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as I want to cry for sadness,&lt;br /&gt;some happiness comes on the same time..&lt;br /&gt;it sounds like, I'm on the list of membership by secret pal in Lovestories.com..&lt;br /&gt;and for whoever it is.. I would like to thank..&lt;br /&gt;because it means a lot for me..&lt;br /&gt;and it will help me during my thesis works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, God..&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/3336107-9893298?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9893298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9893298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9893298' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-9851498</id><published>2002-02-18T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T09:46:28.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Moment Behind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we met&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the same place&lt;br /&gt;you were so quiet&lt;br /&gt;while the wind splash once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you smiled&lt;br /&gt;while I told you about&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia books&lt;br /&gt;but you just smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Where is everybody now?&lt;br /&gt;Are we only the one&lt;br /&gt;who keep standing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody lives their lives.&lt;br /&gt;They won't think &lt;br /&gt;except their lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we're silence&lt;br /&gt;and then I realize&lt;br /&gt;everybody has changed&lt;br /&gt;and I missed them&lt;br /&gt;in the way we left behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa.&lt;br /&gt;Jkt. 10/2/2002. 23:00 WIB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"do they miss me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-9851498?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9851498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9851498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9851498' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-9843599</id><published>2002-02-18T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T02:34:22.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sudah berminggu-minggu aku tidak menulis. menulis dalam ketenangan dan kesendirian yang dalam. sudah berminggu-minggu ada ratusan kata yang tersumbat dalam malam-malam yang berlalu, yang kemudian redup di pagi hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini aku melihat meerkat di kalahari. tapi kalahari itu ada di mana? dan melihat meerkat yg pelan2 habis hingga tinggal satu, membuat aku.. merasa jadi satu meerkat yang tertinggal di gurun sunyi yang harus selalu waspada dg kesendirian itu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya aku pengen nangis, tapi tidak bisa. mungkin belum saatnya untuk bisa. tapi memang lagi banyak beban di sini. ada dari masa lalu, ada dari rumah, ada dari mana-mana dan aku tidak bisa lepas satu2 kecuali membuat semuanya diam di tempatnya masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah dunia memang sesepi keramaian itu sendiri? aku cuma meerkat yang tertinggal sendiri..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-9843599?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9843599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9843599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9843599' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-9817366</id><published>2002-02-17T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-17T09:32:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah, good news. nDhei had finished my homepage. :) &lt;br /&gt;I missed him, but he's never there..&lt;br /&gt;.. Ogh my God. he just came.. what I suppose to do? :( Now, why did he do something I hope won't do?&lt;br /&gt;God pleasee help... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-9817366?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9817366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9817366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9817366' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-9789438</id><published>2002-02-16T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T10:16:06.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh God! At last! I tried so hard to get in..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-9789438?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9789438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9789438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9789438' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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-3336107.post-9788355</id><published>2002-02-16T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T05:03:27.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick since yesterday. feel like bittersweet :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336107-9788355?l=asapagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9788355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336107/posts/default/9788355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asapagi.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9788355' title=''/><author><name>Asa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697681656913127048</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>
