<?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-5858630092669835719</id><updated>2012-01-25T22:03:41.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSAFIR JALANAN</title><subtitle type='html'>DUM SPIRO,SPERO --- "As long as I breathe, I hope."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-410435433412618615</id><published>2008-03-16T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:39:38.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's kind hard for me and my Amor, to have relationship that is separate by long distance. It's Hard and too many obstacles that always appears in daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel lonely, because she is not here with me and sometime i really miss her or sometimes i just envy to other couples because they are dating in front of me.One of the weird thing is, sometimes i just want to end this relationship because it's too hard and feelings fade away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..that's right because in order to keep love alive at least you should spend more time with your love one, otherwise the feeling may fade away or somebody may replace you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel same way...At some point i really miss her but at some point also i just wanna to end this relationship. I am sure she is also feeling same way....&lt;br /&gt;But if i look more deeply..our relationship is putting into test, if we can survive then she is mine that God has sent to me :D....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's has been rough path for both of us because, the only way we can contact each other is by SMS or Calling and i hope she can understand and just hope &lt;/span&gt;that i am still hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-410435433412618615?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/410435433412618615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=410435433412618615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/410435433412618615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/410435433412618615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2008/03/distance-apart.html' title='Distance Apart'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-4976771489521657677</id><published>2008-03-05T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:02:11.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Met Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well..it's all started when i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;enter my university year. I am person who is "shy" and tend to hide behind box so there were a lot of girls in my uni but i am not brave enough to date them + i don't have confident in my self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Acctually we were in different departement, so we rarely see each other. Even when we pass by each other, we just ignore each other because i don't feel anything to her so does she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On one day..we just joke among our class mate about who's dating other girls or boys from other departement and out from no where..i asked one of my friend what's her name...and there you go...news all of over the class that i have feelings for her and she heard the news but she just ignore + sometimes i saw her "boyfriend" so for me was just to ignore yet im still curious about her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As time goes...i got scholarship and 2 days before i leave the country..i told her about what i feel...of course not from eyes to eyes but from letter that i do really like her. She was a little upset because i told her right on time where i should leave. I act so stupid and coward because if i told her earlier at least we went out together and create some memories before i leave...gosh i hate for what i have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Any way..i gave her, my pic and letter..and she gave me also her pic and letters which until now im still keeping it. Thanks for technology otherwise we lost contact forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So i have unfinished task...I swear by the time i return i should hang out with her more. ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Honey...just wait me there..sure i will be back to you coz i am yours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Aeroporto Comoro Mak Hatene"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-4976771489521657677?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/4976771489521657677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=4976771489521657677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4976771489521657677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4976771489521657677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-i-met-her.html' title='How I Met Her'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-7652991163955063485</id><published>2008-02-28T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:55:29.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timor-Leste and Her Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the size of the country, any body can say that..this is second smallest country in asia after singapore yet her problem is not as small as hers size. The Political drama is to complex and yet to complicated. Perhaps...it's start long before Timo-Leste( TL) got independence and carried away until today. So i don't know...who is &lt;em&gt;white&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; black&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last week on 11 of January 2008, TL president was shotted with bullet but luckly he survived the assasination and currently undergoes treatment in Darwin Hospital, wheares Mr. Prime Minister escape the assination without any injured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What acctually happen??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For me I think Mr. Alfredo Reinaldo and Mr. President were trapped. A third person may have told Alfredo to come down to meet President without President realized. So when he(Alfredo) arrive at the residence of president, he was faced with gun firing and he died on the spot. Wheareas Mr. President was out of his house(Jogging in morning) and when he came back from jogging, a bullet hit twice his body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Strange thing is Alfredo and Mr. President always meet each other per month in Alfredo's camp to discuss how to solve problem without create violence, and if Alfredo really want to kill President he would have done without come down to capital. The other strange thing is, by the time President hitted by bullet, Alfredo and his men already died so how come Alfredo shoot president if he already died?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now to add more strange thing is...the current goverment refuse to set-up independent inquiry and just want to wait FBI &amp;amp; Police invistigation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So who is real actor here....and who is third person here....guess what even small kid can answers this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-7652991163955063485?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/7652991163955063485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=7652991163955063485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/7652991163955063485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/7652991163955063485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2008/02/timor-leste-and-her-problem.html' title='Timor-Leste and Her Problem'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-8986607556898245436</id><published>2008-02-04T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T04:23:33.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R6gSbqrKqSI/AAAAAAAAADM/-xORmvEmxtk/s1600-h/170px-Soeharto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163397239301384482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R6gSbqrKqSI/AAAAAAAAADM/-xORmvEmxtk/s200/170px-Soeharto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last week on 27 January 2008, one of the most powerful military man passed away. That is Pak Harto. Just like every leader in the world, they will be evaluate when passed away. so let's evaluate him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Achievements....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. According to west, he was credited for destroy Communist from Indonesia and eventually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;knock-out communist from all the region.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. He was credited for setting up ASEAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3. During one period of his era, Indonesia able to export rice and eventually won prize from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;WHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4. Extremist, Fundamentalist &amp;amp; terorists never heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5. Keep the state secular even though it has majority of muslims in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6. Defender of "Pancasila" and "Bhineka-Tunggal Ika"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;7. And more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. Worst human rights record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2.Killing his own people. eg: Timor-Timor(now Timor-Leste), Aceh, Irian-Jaya, Maluku and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3.Corruption &amp;amp; nepotisme flourish everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4. No freedom of expression(only got 3 partys in whole country)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We forgive you but never forget what you have done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest In Peace???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-8986607556898245436?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/8986607556898245436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=8986607556898245436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/8986607556898245436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/8986607556898245436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2008/02/gone-pol-pot-of-indonesia.html' title='Gone with the wind'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R6gSbqrKqSI/AAAAAAAAADM/-xORmvEmxtk/s72-c/170px-Soeharto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-5793255372592220268</id><published>2008-01-21T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T05:23:39.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada Apa Dengan Alfredo???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R675y36ynnI/AAAAAAAAADU/O8h70iUFs-U/s1600-h/Reinhado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165340475039850098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R675y36ynnI/AAAAAAAAADU/O8h70iUFs-U/s200/Reinhado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alfredo Reindao. The so called "Mr.Prion Breaker" of Timor Leste. In prison break series, Michael Scofield a.k.a Wentworth Miller run away from prison by digging a big hole wheareas Alfredo is not. He just run away from prison in the middle of the day and thru main gate. That's true...he ran away thru main gate which was heavely guard by NZ and Timor-Leste polices.He went to live in mountain with his soldiers and accuse current prime minister of Timor-Leste as actor that behind 2006 crisis which left 30 people dead and many went for refugees. &lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Politic is fucking dirty shit. He collaborated with current PM and "overthrow" previous PM but at the moment he is neglected by current PM. What a pity....Feeling that he has been neglected, "Mr. Prison breaker" launch attact on PM and demand justice for him. Well....now you can see, that u have been used, but any way...u have learn great lesson that politic never be trusted. My words for you: If u are son of your father...come out and shows who is behind 2006 crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIVA TIMOR-LESTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-5793255372592220268?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/5793255372592220268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=5793255372592220268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5793255372592220268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5793255372592220268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2008/01/ada-apa-dengan-alfredo.html' title='Ada Apa Dengan Alfredo???'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R675y36ynnI/AAAAAAAAADU/O8h70iUFs-U/s72-c/Reinhado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-5587075494200852292</id><published>2008-01-13T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:05:58.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love never meant to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R4qm6LLDnvI/AAAAAAAAADE/jlIZM9kJNJo/s1600-h/alexandria1fq9et.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155116241840742130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R4qm6LLDnvI/AAAAAAAAADE/jlIZM9kJNJo/s200/alexandria1fq9et.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have u watched movie called "Alexandria"...??&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this movie, remind me of my high school "&lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;". We were best friend. We went to same school, study together and we become top class students. But deep down in my heart i was loving her and want her to be my soulmate...unfortunatelly i was not brave enough to tell her how much i love her and came the other friend, he proposed his love to her, though she rejected but this "&lt;em&gt;playboy&lt;/em&gt;" friend of mine tell the whole high school how much he loved her. He even tell me that, he hope one day can marry her(*sigh* &lt;em&gt;i want to punch his face&lt;/em&gt;). After we graduate, she went to Indonesia to study in Jawa. The night before she leave i couldn't sleep, thinking all about her. After that we lost contact...no news..no phone call..no emails..&amp;amp; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bin sal bin...abra kada..bra...this morning, i surf internet and i saw her profile in hi5. Oh my God..i was so excited..without wasting my time i send her email, asking about her condition and bla..bla..bla(she is in NZ). She did reply and ask me to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is...i didn't tell what i feel. I guess i just let all this feeling to the time coz both of us already have different lifestyle. But anyway..this is what they call as love. Sometimes if u really love her..just let her go and love her from distance. one thing for sure: i will never forget this memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-5587075494200852292?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/5587075494200852292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=5587075494200852292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5587075494200852292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5587075494200852292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-never-meant-to-be.html' title='Love never meant to be'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R4qm6LLDnvI/AAAAAAAAADE/jlIZM9kJNJo/s72-c/alexandria1fq9et.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-2914571155135438870</id><published>2008-01-13T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:57:35.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado Meu Deus</title><content type='html'>Obrigado Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Nao tenho mais frase que pode representar o meu gratidao&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Deus....&lt;br /&gt;Mas que muito tempo sempre castigar Voce&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Deus....&lt;br /&gt;para neste valor de semestre...&lt;br /&gt;Poco pra Voce,nao pode abandona-me&lt;br /&gt;porque sem Ti, eu nao existe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-2914571155135438870?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/2914571155135438870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=2914571155135438870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/2914571155135438870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/2914571155135438870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2008/01/obrigado-meu-deus.html' title='Obrigado Meu Deus'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-4277940778971257036</id><published>2007-12-31T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T07:20:42.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Bookworm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150200694720143074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R3kwPrLDnuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ETKjr0ixdWw/s200/book-BC-large.gif" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Let me repeat. Are you bookworm? how many books that you have read? please share together ok, as for me here are my list: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code: It was very controversial, that's why i bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Decoded Da Vinci Code: Written by Christian writer. This book is to answer The Da Vinci &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Gerakan/Jihad Fi Sabilillah &amp;amp; Cabarannya: written by Abdul Qadir Djaelani, this book about Jihad/Holy War from Islamic point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;From Beirut To Jerusalem: Borrow it from UTP's library. This book is written by Ms Swee Chai Ang about Sabra-Shatila massacres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Tiger Who Smiled:Written by Tim Donoghue. It's about Malaysian Top lawyer Karpal Singh who try to rescue two New Zealanders from death penalty because of drug trafficking. Borrowed from UTP's library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ayat-Ayat Cinta: Written by Indonesian's best seller novelist Habiburrahman El-Shirazy.It mix of Islamic Novel, Culture Novel and Love story novel which young people like very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tersungkur Di Pintu "Syurga": It's second hand book. I bought with RM2 in Novel Hunt/Ipoh Parade. Written by Zabidi Mohamed. It's about how people being brainwashed by powerfull Malaysian 'Islamic' society and about untold truth &amp;amp; inside story of Al-Arqam &amp;amp; I.S.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pembicaraan Confucius: Translate by Obaidellah Haji Mohamad, bought it in Novel Hunt. It's about Confucius idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My Life: Written by Former USA Prsedient Bill Clinton.It's his autobiography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mahatma Gandhi: Bought in MPH, its Gandhi's autobiography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Art of Happiness: Is a Dalai Lama's teaching thru the perspective of a western psychiatrist, Dr. Howard C. Cutler. I borrowed this book from UTP's library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Killing Machine by my Idol Fidel Castro Ruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Melawan Aksi Bom Imam Samudera and Nordin M. Top by Nassir Abbas. This book is to counter  "Aku Teroris" book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just read half of Princess and Daughter of Arabia...and will not continou coz the way the author write is so biased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Currentlly still reading: 2 of Anwar Ibrahim's books, Daughter of Arabia, Princess, Daun-daun Mahoni gugur lagi &amp;amp; Cermin Hati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P.S: I m looking for Pramoedya Anata Toer's Novel...help me pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-4277940778971257036?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/4277940778971257036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=4277940778971257036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4277940778971257036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4277940778971257036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/12/are-you-bookworm.html' title='Are you Bookworm?'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R3kwPrLDnuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ETKjr0ixdWw/s72-c/book-BC-large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-6382937409043926556</id><published>2007-12-31T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:32:09.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECAP 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I started 2007's year with very terribly. I went home amd come back with very bad condition as i had asthma deasese. I don't know that i got asthma till i was hospitalized. It affect may studies as i failed 2 subjects.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I start to play Badminton. Since i was kid...i am fond to badminton but i can't play coz my health limited me. But this year start to play and immediatelly i am become addicted to it. I start to watching badminton superseries and join badminton discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I created a blog. Though it's kind of my diary but i want the whole world to know what i feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I broke up with my girl friend...later on i realize i made mistake and apologized and continou again...Funny..i am so selfish..:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I move to another room. I stay in single room and i wish to continou till i gradute from this Uni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hummmm....what else ah? I forgot..i will continou later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-6382937409043926556?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/6382937409043926556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=6382937409043926556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/6382937409043926556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/6382937409043926556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/12/recap-of-2007-year.html' title='RECAP 2007'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-8382404007532826398</id><published>2007-12-31T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:15:50.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas SMS part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The language that used is Tetum-Timor Leste national language-it's basically all about wishing Xmas and Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me= Boa tarde. diak k lae? Smoga buat hotu lao diak. BOAS FESTAS DO NATAL E FELIZ ANO NOVO. Iha dosi karik kirim oituan mai. eh..eh..eh:p halimar deit. Cumprimentos ba familia.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tio Do/Polisi= Boas festas do santo Natal 25 de Dezembro e Ano novo de 2008 cheias de prosperiadade. Ami iha Lps diak, besik karik ita han dosi hamutuk maibe Malaysia Timor dok malu. Beijos Tio Domingos e familia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Primo Ano= Thanks ba Primo. Hau la haluha 1. It nia foto uluk sei kiik it hasai iha Com nee hau sei rai hela. B imi diak k lae? Hau diak deit maibe lasente hanesan Natal + iha sapeo metan nia rai nebe lasente 1. Agora ema teror ami aat, serang ita krus sira nb keta haluha reza mai ami. Beona do santo Natal e um optimo Ano novo. Abraco Ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tio Abel Hera= Boa tarde, boas festas do Natal e feliz do Ano Novo. Ami laiha buat ida atu fo ba ita boot maibe ami husu ba Maromak atu tulun ita para estuda lalais hotu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Apolo's Papa= B'tarde, igualmente ami diak hotu ho nain nia tulun ita hetan malu masque liu husi anin deit. Dosi iha mak hau haruka husi anin deit. estuda didiak. Apolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mana Tata= Obrigado ba ita nia boas festas do Natal, hau ho hau nia alin desejo Gaspar ho kolega Feliz Natal e Ano Novo 2008 nakonu ho felicidade ho suseso. Ami agora iha singapore. Tata e Febi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tio Sabino=Ben Corazen Natal iha Malay e Feliz do Ano Novo 08 in Malay. Ben Estuda e graca Maraomak Nafatin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Olivi Maufelo= Boas Festas Natal ninia 25-12-07 ho Tinan Foun 01-01-08. Kosok oan Jesus sei acompanha nafatin ho ita iha knar lor-loron nia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Anati= Festas diak Natal nian ba ita ho kolega nia familia. Ho Natal kmanek bele lori ita ba moris foun nebe nakonu ho paz no dame laran. Obrigado. N.V Henriques ho familia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Jacinto= Thanks. Boas Festas mos. Cump ba maluk Timor oan sira hotu. Smoga Festas Natal bele haraik Espirito Matenek nian ba ita iha procesu estudo ida nee. GBU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tio Tomas= Boas Festas Natal e Feliz Ano Novo 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tio Abel= He sent me an email and wish me Merry Xmas and Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-8382404007532826398?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/8382404007532826398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=8382404007532826398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/8382404007532826398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/8382404007532826398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-sms-part-ii.html' title='Xmas SMS part II'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-9040374420228325410</id><published>2007-12-28T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:18:25.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas SMS part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Hi. How r u? Merry Christmas &amp;amp; Happy New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Siradick: Hi, Gaspar. Nice surprise 2 hear from you. I am fine, thnx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; ur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;doin well 2. merry christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: It's been long time. I think since moral studies class:D. all the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Siradick: Ha ha ha..Ya pretty long time...:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joel: O, Hi:) I'm in Swak now. Happy Merry Christmas to you too. not goin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;back to celebrate? it's a very long holyday for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: I'll celebrate here. Enjoy ur holydays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Daniel : Hey..tnx gaspar. Merry xmas n happy new yr 2 u too:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bart: Hohoho...Merry Christmas. Hv a blessed n joyful christmas to u n ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;loved 1...where my xmas present? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jacky : Hey gaspar :) Im fin tnx. Currently doing internship. Its ok so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;far...how r u ? merry xmas &amp;amp; happy new year to u too&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Michele: Hey, fine here. hope i r too :) MERRY CHRISTMAS N HAPPY NEW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YEAR 2 U!!! May the good Lord bless u. take care. Hope 2 c u soon..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Chiang: My hp spoil so i lose all contact. God bless u n merry christmas too.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Moorthi:Heloo..May the love, joy, hapiness and peace of Christmas be with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you and your family all through the year. Merry X'mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Zihan: He called me and wish me Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Camelia: She also send me SMS and wish me Merry Xmas but i deleted it b4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jot down the messege. Sorry Camy..:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-9040374420228325410?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/9040374420228325410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=9040374420228325410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/9040374420228325410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/9040374420228325410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-hi.html' title='X&apos;mas SMS part I'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-3772943134104834736</id><published>2007-12-27T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T06:07:13.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brave Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R3Uc4rLDntI/AAAAAAAAACs/xkD0JfxQRms/s1600-h/B.Bhutto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149053508955381458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R3Uc4rLDntI/AAAAAAAAACs/xkD0JfxQRms/s200/B.Bhutto.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Good Bye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bhutto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we will always&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REST IN PEACE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-3772943134104834736?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/3772943134104834736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=3772943134104834736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/3772943134104834736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/3772943134104834736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/12/selamat-jalan-bhutto.html' title='The Brave Lady'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R3Uc4rLDntI/AAAAAAAAACs/xkD0JfxQRms/s72-c/B.Bhutto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-6035957707742925843</id><published>2007-12-26T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:57:04.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R3MsVbLDnrI/AAAAAAAAACc/2j8C6BY1B3Y/s1600-h/Xmas1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148507545597615794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R3MsVbLDnrI/AAAAAAAAACc/2j8C6BY1B3Y/s200/Xmas1.gif" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Every Body...see you next christmas...:p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa...I don't ask you a lot...just small matter only: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell my Mom,Dad,my brothers &amp;amp; my sisters that i love them so much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell my special one...:p (come on..don't laugh santa) that i miss her so much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell my Aunty that...i still remember her though i don't contact her often&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell all my family that you know....i love them so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R3MribLDnqI/AAAAAAAAACU/ed18WPsM5zc/s1600-h/Xmas1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-6035957707742925843?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/6035957707742925843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=6035957707742925843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/6035957707742925843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/6035957707742925843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R3MsVbLDnrI/AAAAAAAAACc/2j8C6BY1B3Y/s72-c/Xmas1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-2299020396884521519</id><published>2007-12-19T17:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:36:33.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rutinitasku waktu liburan(December 07-Januari 08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maen Badminton ama mas mas, bapak-bapak postgrad dari Indonesia tiap rabu malam ama minggu pagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nonton Badminton China Open 07, Hongkong Open 07, Asian Idol, Sea Games ama surfing(bukan ski tapi internet..wong di ASEAN mana ada salju).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Makan, Tidur, Makan, Tidur lagi. Tapi anehnya badan gue malah nggak bertambah...aneh bin ajaib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dapet Teman baru...namanya udah lupa. Dia final year student lagi kutak katik ama tesis akhir. Kita sama sama pergi main badminton(lawan pak Joko &amp;amp; mas Bambang tapi akhirnya kalah dgn rubber set)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pas tanggal 24 Dec..gw pergi ke Ipoh, memperbaiki raket gw yg udah rusak. Beli buku-2 bekas di Novel Huntnya Ipoh Parade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pas Natal, gw nggak ke Gereja malah maen badminton...aneh yah?? itulah namanya kalo udah addicted walau maennya nggak sebagus yg lain tapi kalo soal badminton gw sanggup rela segalanya..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to be continoued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-2299020396884521519?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/2299020396884521519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=2299020396884521519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/2299020396884521519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/2299020396884521519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/12/rutinitasku-waktu-liburandecember-07.html' title='Rutinitasku waktu liburan(December 07-Januari 08)'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-5587146222955574312</id><published>2007-12-19T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:09:26.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berkibarlah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R2nABbLDnpI/AAAAAAAAACM/21a4M-WMBDo/s1600-h/Img.160207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145855179954036370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R2nABbLDnpI/AAAAAAAAACM/21a4M-WMBDo/s200/Img.160207.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walau aku tak sehebat matahari&lt;br /&gt;Tak segarang ombak dilautan &lt;em&gt;tasi mane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku berjanji akan tetap menjagamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau aku tak seindah tenunan &lt;em&gt;tais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tak seindah manik-maniknya putri raja&lt;br /&gt;Namun aku berjanji akan tetap menghiasmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walau dunia dan waktu berhenti berputar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiwa dan raga ini tetap mengagumi mu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teruslah berkibar wahai Benderaku... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-5587146222955574312?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/5587146222955574312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=5587146222955574312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5587146222955574312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5587146222955574312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/12/berkibarlah.html' title='Berkibarlah'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/R2nABbLDnpI/AAAAAAAAACM/21a4M-WMBDo/s72-c/Img.160207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-4152405805496981543</id><published>2007-12-18T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:04:00.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maafkan Aku</title><content type='html'>" Kasih ibu sepanjang masa, bagai sang surya menyinari dunia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah cuplikan dari sebuah lagu waktu saya masih zaman SD(primary school). Memang betul bahwa kasih sayang orang tua tidak akan musnah di telan waktu..tetapi bila dia bandingkan kasih sayang antara Ibu dan Ayah, ternyata Ibu lebih unggul. Maksudnya, para Ibu lebih unggul dalam mengekspresikan kasih sayang mereka, sedangkan para Ayah mereka memilih mencintai dengan diam-diam dan mengekspresikan lewat mencari nafkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga minggu yang lalu, gue merasa sangat "homesick". Setiap hari selalu teringat akan orang tua dan adik-adik saya. tetapi seiring waktu, rasa rindu itu pun mulai sirna(bukan pupus atau musnah). Nah tau nggak, ternyata efek dari rasa rindu itu bisa dirasai oleh kedua orang tuaku, tanpa saya menelpon atau memberitahu mereka bahwa saya sedang "homesick". Ibu saya malah sampai bermimpi ngeri tentang saya. Dia menitip pesan supaya saya telpon kerumah atau kirim email secepatnya. Nah..ternyata saya nggak memenuhi permintaan ibu saya karena kredit dan pulsa saya nggak ada. Hal tsb semakin menambah rasa beban di hati mereka sampai menyuruh Pamanku untuk menelpon saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama dan Papa..Maaf yah, bukan saya nggak mau nelfon cuma kredit nggak ada. Saya janji surat saya bakal tiba dua minggu lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-4152405805496981543?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/4152405805496981543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=4152405805496981543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4152405805496981543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4152405805496981543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/12/kasih-ibu-sepanjang-masa-bagai-sang.html' title='Maafkan Aku'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-7854210837694118104</id><published>2007-12-16T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:28:13.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to say Good Bye</title><content type='html'>Benar juga kata orang bahwa "ada pertemuan maka ada perpisahan". Pernahkan anda merasakan sedih ketika teman baikmu meninggalkan anda?? kalo belum itu bermakna ada yg kurang beres dgn kehidupan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester kemarin merupakan semester yg penuh makna kepada diriku dan mengajar aku mengenai arti dari persahabatan. Saya merasa sedih tetapi juga bahagia karena mereka udah wisuda. sedih karena nggak akan bertemu lagi, senang karena mereka udah mencapai cita-cita mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BENNET :&lt;/span&gt; Dia orang yg super pemalu dan pendiam. saya mulai mengenalnya waktu acara prayer meet(doa kelompok). Orangnya baik banget, nggak sombong trus suka menolong orang lain. Karena sifatnya semua orang suka kepadanya. Bagi saya dia lebih dari segalanya. Dia aku anggap sebagai kakak dan juga dewa penyelamat. Aku masih ingat, malam itu sekitar jam 6 sore, saya mulai muntah darah(saya lagi sakit). Saya mulai takut karena darah terus keluar &amp;amp; nggak berhenti walau udah minum obat batuk. Saya SMS Bennet, katanya saya mau ke rumah sakit, trus dia datang dgn mobil Protonnya dan mengantar saya ke rumah sakit. Bagi saya kalo tanpa dia mungkin saya nggak tahu gimana nasib saya sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;hari terakhir saya melihat dia waktu dia memulangkan buku-buku Luis yg dia pinjam. Ingin saya ucapkan terima kasih tetapi dia keburu pulang ke kampung halamannya(Penang) karena dia udah tamat. THANKS BEN..for everything.You are more than friend to me. I will always remember you in my heart and i wish all the best for your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;IKUR(Iwan Kurniawan):&lt;/span&gt; Dia berasal dari Indonesia. saya kenal dia dia kafe V2 waktu itu saya lagi chit-chat ama anak-anak indonesia. Anaknya baik sekali. Selalu kalo ketemu dia nggak pernah lupa untuk menyapa. Kalo lagi makan bareng di kafe, selalu kami berbicara mulai dari politik di Indonesia dan Timor-Leste sampai filem dan novel terkini. Waktu dia mau pulang kampung dia sempat SMS aku: " Gaspar...gw blk kampung dulu ya. Keep in touch n gud luck". Iwan Good Luck to you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JANDI, BISMO, DINI, AMANDA, KENA, HEXI:&lt;/span&gt; ini dia cewek dan cowok dari Indonesia yg saya kenal. mereka juga udah tamat. Jandi bulan Januari ini bakal menuju ke tempat pelaminan. Dia mengajak saya untuk datang ke acaranya di Jakarta(maaf..mungkin nggak bisa kali, abis lagi kere). Amanda pernah meminjamkan novel "ayat-ayat cinta" kepada saya. Novelnya bagus banget(thanks yah Manda). All the best Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Azief&lt;/span&gt;(agak susah namanya): orangnya kurang dekat dgn saya, tetapi itulah diluar dugaan saya. Waktu saya lagi rawat inap di rumah sakit, Hanya dia yg sempat datang untuk membezuk saya. Waktu itu saya lagi lapar, abis makanan di rumah sakit sedikit sekali, mau beli makanan diluar para dokter nggak mengijinkan, mau nelfon teman bateri HP gue habis. Terpaksa saya puasa aja(gila man sakit tapi puasa). Untung Azief datang dgn buah-buahan dan kartu ucapan. Thanks Man...all the best 2 u Azief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lia:&lt;/span&gt; Teman seangkatan saya. Dia sekarang bekerja di Tafui Oil Company di Dili, Timor-Leste. Saya dgn dia mungkin agak rapat. kalo di pulang berlibur, saya selalu nitip surat dan foto untuk keluarga saya di Timor Leste. Banyak kisah dan cerita yg terjalin antara kami berdua. Ada suka dan dukanya. Saya masih ingat..waktu dia nelpon saya, lagi menangis di HPnya. Trus saya datang, dia curhat ama saya(waktu itu dia lagi bete ama doinya)...Dia memiliki sifat "caring". Waktu saya lagi sakit..dia yg merekomendasi kpd saya untuk memasak bubur campur dgn sayur, nggak boleh makan makanan pedis, mandi dgn air panas, pake baju yg tebal kalo ke class, dll. Pokoknya dia bagaikan seorang kakak (siapa yg mempersunting dia..bakal nggak kecewa deh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERSAMBUNG.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if ur name is not here means u r still here in UTP or will coming soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-7854210837694118104?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/7854210837694118104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=7854210837694118104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/7854210837694118104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/7854210837694118104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/12/hard-to-say-good-bye.html' title='Hard to say Good Bye'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-1634801741469362240</id><published>2007-11-19T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:03:56.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada Apa Dengan Perpustakaan???</title><content type='html'>Usually library is associated with people who are in bahasa they called "Kutu Buku". Means people who like to read a lot of book. As we all know, not all the people like to go library and read books, so the question is why people  still go to library or in this case why student in University Technology Petronas (UTP) go to IRC when most of them (include me) not interested reading books?? wanna know...here the answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It free Air Cond...u can go there and sit there and when get sleepy comeback to room and take nap :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reads free magazine...without paying :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place to showing off, you boyfriend or girlfriend....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place to be near to ur boy/girl friend without &lt;em&gt;Pak Guard tangkap basah&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;get caught)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place to gossips....oh..ahh..that's he's girlfriend??...What new one again??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place to find soulmate....:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly just sit there and give strange look to those coupled, and think what the hell with this world(pretend to be saint..:p) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;No wonder.....TV3 make a promotion about shampoo with library as backround.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-1634801741469362240?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/1634801741469362240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=1634801741469362240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/1634801741469362240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/1634801741469362240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/11/ada-apa-dengan-perpustakaan.html' title='Ada Apa Dengan Perpustakaan???'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-6849255132256706938</id><published>2007-11-19T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:14:52.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahabat Vs Pacar</title><content type='html'>SAHABAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubungan tak akan pernah putus&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada namanya cemburu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No next stage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore&lt;/em&gt;: bukan orang yang ada disampingmu menemani hari hari tuamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kemungkinan hubungan putus&lt;br /&gt;Ada kecemburuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Possible next stage: Marriage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore&lt;/em&gt; ada harapan dia akan menemanimu di hari hari tuamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Angel and Airwaves said : &lt;em&gt;IT HURTS....YOUR BEST FRIEND IS NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-6849255132256706938?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/6849255132256706938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=6849255132256706938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/6849255132256706938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/6849255132256706938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/11/sahabat-vs-pacar.html' title='Sahabat Vs Pacar'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-4554173464529412061</id><published>2007-11-17T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T12:00:02.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timor Leste Goes To International</title><content type='html'>Ada berita gembira nih...tanggal 1-2 Desember di Dili, Ibu kotanya Timor Leste, bakal diadakan event Motor Cross bertaraf International. Crosser-Crosser dari Indonesia, Australia, Selandia Baru dan Timor Leste bakal unjuk kehebatan mereka di Sirkuit Delta Speed Way Taci Tolu. Australia bahkan &lt;em&gt;gone wild&lt;/em&gt; dengan menurunkan crosser wanita mereka demi meramaikan event ini. Betul nih Aussie????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukes yah...buat Crosser-Crosser Timor Leste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"ITA MOS BELE/We Also Can Do It"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-4554173464529412061?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/4554173464529412061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=4554173464529412061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4554173464529412061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4554173464529412061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/11/timor-leste-goes-to-international.html' title='Timor Leste Goes To International'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-5941889074178075474</id><published>2007-11-13T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:59:30.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu</title><content type='html'>Belakangan ini, saya mulai dilanda rasa kangen...lebih lebih kangen ama ortu(orang tua) dan adik adik saya(termasuk si dia :D)....mungkin karena udah dekat liburan semester jadi  rasa rindu, kangen + sepi semakin terasa. gimana nggak??? wong...kurang dua minggu lagi, semua orang akan meninggalkan kampus dan ini berarti kampus ini bakal sepi. Bagi saya itu sudah menjadi hal yang biasa tapi tahun ini agak beda karena saya sekarang tinggal di &lt;em&gt;single room, &lt;/em&gt;jadi nggak ada orang yg bakal nemanin gue apalagi teman-teman saya semua pulang untuk berlibur..*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi malam....karena ini mengusir rasa rindu, saya putarkan lagu Brooery Marantika "widuri", eh malah rasa rindu semakin bertambah aja. Aduh...gimana nih?? mau tidur juga nggak bisa, belajar juga nggak ada mood, pokoknya gue betul-betul homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya nggak tahu apa yang harus ku tulis lagi, karena saat ini pun rasa homesick masih terasa....&lt;br /&gt;ingin berdoa juga saya merasa nggak enak ama TUHAN karena udah lama saya nggak ke gereja, nggak pernah berdoa dll. Jadi saat kayak gini baru berdoa, saya rasa diri saya seorang yg oportunis dan munafik. Tapi kata orang " Sembahyanglah, sebelum anda disembahyangkan" jadi saya putuskan untuk berdoa siapa tahu Tuhan mendengar doa dan meringankan beban rasa ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah doaku dalam bentuk surat...:D biar lebih funky + cool githu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edisi tak bertanggal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Jalan Ke Ipoh....&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum sampe di Ipoh...&lt;br /&gt;Singgah dulu di  Batu Gajah&lt;br /&gt;Baca dulu surat ini...&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum di buang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan...sebelum penaku mengotori kertas putih ini, saya ingin Anda baca dulu suratku ini sebelum berhenti di tempat sampah...bisakan??????? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan...&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu kalo aku ini tidak berhak meminta dari pertolonganMU&lt;br /&gt;Atau meminta ampunMU&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku tahu siapa diriku ini...&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku sadar aku memang tak berhak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan....Telah banyak kali aku melukaiMU&lt;br /&gt;Telah banyak kali, aku mengkhianati perintahMU&lt;br /&gt;Sama seperti pasir dipantai, begitulah dosaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi..Tuhan hal ini terjadi bukan karena aku melupakanMu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi karena aku tengah berada di persimpangan jalan&lt;br /&gt;Aku jadi bingung, pilih jalan yg mana.&lt;br /&gt;Aku takut...nanti aku salah memilih jalan&lt;br /&gt;Karena ketakutanku maka aku memilih untuk berdiri ditengah jalan aja.&lt;br /&gt;Biar aku terpaku disitu&lt;br /&gt;Sambil berharap waktu akan membuat saya dewasa untuk memilih jalan kiri atau kanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tak sangka...berdiri ditengah jalan banyak juga rintangan&lt;br /&gt;Dan tanpa sadar aku terjatuh dan mulai melupakanMU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti kata band Ungu...&lt;br /&gt;Aku manusia yg nggak pantas di surga&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku juga takut neraka...&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan...ada pepatah inggris yg mengatakan &lt;em&gt;everybody deserves second chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi Tuhan...can u give another chance please...&lt;br /&gt;biar aku rubah diriku ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIV: Tuhan, Tolong ringankan rasa kangenku, abis terlalu menyiksaku....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir Kata Makasih banyuuuaaak.....dan kalo Tuhan ada apa-apa yg ingin dikatakan,  telpon aja ke "HATIKU"akan ku dengar dari situ.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh..Tuhan, udah yah saya mau bobo dulu, esok ada ujian GeoTechnical lagi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeee.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-5941889074178075474?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/5941889074178075474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=5941889074178075474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5941889074178075474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5941889074178075474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/11/rindu.html' title='Rindu'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-5127545018913005983</id><published>2007-11-10T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:23:37.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanpa Judul(Tajuk)......credit:NN</title><content type='html'>Ya Tuhan, kalau dia memang jodohku,  dekatkanlah...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalau bukan jodohku, Jodohkanlah....&lt;br /&gt;Jika dia tidak berjodoh denganku, maka jadikanlah kami jodoh...&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dia bukan jodohku, jangan sampai dia dapat jodoh yang lain, selain aku...&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dia tidak bisa di jodohkan denganku,&lt;br /&gt;jangan sampai dia dapet jodoh yang lain,&lt;br /&gt;biarinkan dia tidak berjodoh sama seperti diriku...&lt;br /&gt;Dan saat dia telah tidak memiliki jodoh, jodohkanlah kami kembali...&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dia jodoh orang lain, putuskanlah! Jodohkanlah dengan ku....&lt;br /&gt;Jika dia tetap menjadi jodoh orang lain,&lt;br /&gt;biar orang itu ketemu jodoh dengan yang lain dan kemudian&lt;br /&gt;Jodohkan kembali dia denganku...&lt;br /&gt;Amin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-5127545018913005983?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/5127545018913005983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=5127545018913005983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5127545018913005983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5127545018913005983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/11/tanpa-judultajukcreditnn.html' title='Tanpa Judul(Tajuk)......credit:NN'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-3951351449066988175</id><published>2007-11-05T07:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:45:43.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada Yg Tertinggal Di Sana....</title><content type='html'>Kelantan....sebuah kota yg begitu sederhana namun ketika pertama kali menginjak kaki  di bumi "Serambi Mekah"nya Malaysia itu, gue langsung kagum serta mengangkat topi untuk kota ini. Walau mereka dianak-tirikan ama pemerintah pusat(gara-gara basis partai oposisi) tapi mereka nggak pernah ngaku kalah dan terus berkarya untuk maju kedepan. Any way...lupakan aja politik mending ngomong yg lain aja ya..mau dengar cerita saya nggak????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hari Pertama&lt;/span&gt;: Kita(Mahasiswa dari UTP) nyampe di Kelantan sekitar jam 5 sore, trus langsung cek in ke hotel (nggak ada bintangnya :D). Malam hari, Wong ama Joe ngajak kita(saya &amp;amp; Zihan) untuk dinner diluar sekalian nonton bola (MU vs Arsenal). Sebenarnya saya bukan gilbol(gila bola) tapi karena diajak ama teman yah...ikut aja dan ternyata memang bagus deh permainan Arsenal waktu menjamu MU....gila man...2 minit sebelum gamenya habis, si Gallas merobek gawangnya MU dan akhirnya menjadikan skor 2-2. Muka gue jadi merah alias malu...gimana nggak ketika C.Ronaldo mencetak gol kedua, gue ama fans setan merah pada lompat-lompat kayak kita lagi "high"...ehh tak sampe 1 minit Arsenal menyamakan gol lagi....busyet...gua jadi sakit hati + malu ama fans arsenal.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hari kedua&lt;/span&gt;(site visit): pertama s'kali kita pergi ke HYM bridge construction, tripnya nggak seru abis hujan tapi dipaksain aja...abis trip makan siang di KFC..nyam..nyam..nyam...enak bangueet...trus di lanjutkan ke TrusStar company, melihat gimana proses pembuatan concrete, transfer concrete, dll. Trus di tutup dgn acara rumah terbuka.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hari ketiga&lt;/span&gt;: Berbelanja di Rantau Panjang. Rantau Panjang mrp tempat murah meriah..dimana anda boleh mendapatkan apa aja  dgn harga yg murah. Soal asli apa nggak, gua nggak peduli yg penting keren and cool gitu aja :)...di sana gua beli 1 celana jeans, 1 kemeja lengan panjang, 1 baju M Utd, dan ikat pinggang GUCCI. Abis shopping, sorenya kita pulang kembali ke UTP....&lt;br /&gt;walau hanya 3 hari tetapi field trip itu memang bagus karena gua bisa kenalan ama banyak teman, bisa melihat kehidupan diluar kampus itu gimana, dll....konklusinya ditambahin field tripnya boleh nggak Dr. Fadhil???? ehhhe...ehhhe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-3951351449066988175?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/3951351449066988175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=3951351449066988175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/3951351449066988175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/3951351449066988175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/11/ada-yg-tertinggal-di-sana.html' title='Ada Yg Tertinggal Di Sana....'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-1164070262163241416</id><published>2007-11-02T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:56:22.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Manusia Setengah Dewa"</title><content type='html'>Kata orang sahabat itu bagaikan Dewa yg selalu menemani kita baik suka maupun duka dan gue setuju banget ama definisi sahabat diatas. Selama ini gue nggak pernah merasakan apa itu arti dari sebuah persahabatan, karena menurut gue sahabat itu hanya sekadar bilang "hai, apa kabar, udah makan belum, gimana testnya, udah submit assignment apa belum dll" tapi ternyata saya salah karena arti sahabat itu lebih dari obrolan basa-basi.Sahabat adalah Manusia setengah Dewa. Nah..Puisi berikut ini gue persembahkan khas buat sahabat-sahabat saya: Luis, Filipe, Ernesto, Sonio, Machel, Pedro, Bennet, Zihan, Hillary dll (kalo yg nggak disebut namanya jangan marah, abis kalo ketik disini 10 halaman juga bakal nggak cukup abis banyak bangueeet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;KITA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kita tersenyum indah dalam kesedihan,&lt;br /&gt;Menyanyi sedih dalam keriangan,&lt;br /&gt;Tak perduli apa kata dunia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;karena hati kita menyatu....&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa kita berbagi...&lt;br /&gt;Biar saja kepiluan menyelimuti... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tapi,&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan tetap menari bahagia...&lt;br /&gt;Karena kamu adalah aku....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Makasih Semuanya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:amelia f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-1164070262163241416?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/1164070262163241416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=1164070262163241416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/1164070262163241416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/1164070262163241416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/11/manusia-setengah-dewa.html' title='&quot;Manusia Setengah Dewa&quot;'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-9021341596387769538</id><published>2007-11-02T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:19:29.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Jalan Oktober 07</title><content type='html'>Baru aja berlalu bulan Oktober...hmmm...banyak kenangan yg bakal gua bawa bersama sang waktu sambil menunggu rezeki di bulan November :D....&lt;br /&gt;any way...saya pengen flashback kisah kisah Oktober.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Pertama&lt;/span&gt;...saya bisa mengenal kamu....kamu...yah kamu yg lagi membaca blog ini !!! kata orang banyak teman banyak rezeki yah..eh..salah, sebenarnya anak yah :) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kedua&lt;/span&gt;: akhirnya saya bisa punya blog sendiri (walau tulisan masih ngawur alias bahasa pasar)..&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.ketiga&lt;/span&gt;: saya udah stop berobat ke dokter....Syukur dan puji Tuhan....ehmm....apalagi yah...gue hampir diputusin ama doi, karna gue nggak balas sms doi....trus dia marah....biasalah naluri wanita :D....trus test concrete saya hancur :(&lt;br /&gt;trus...apa yah....???? Ah.... entar aja saya lanjutin yah, nih mau bobo udah ngantuk....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-9021341596387769538?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/9021341596387769538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=9021341596387769538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/9021341596387769538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/9021341596387769538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/11/selamat-jalan-oktober-07.html' title='Selamat Jalan Oktober 07'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-6762659160103383116</id><published>2007-10-31T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T01:52:32.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haloween antara kontroversi dan tradisi</title><content type='html'>Wanna see Dracula, ghost, Lucifer, or local ghost; Pontianak, Pocong alive and walking  among ourselves??? Most people can find easily during Halloween Day because on this day people dress according to their favorite “ghost hero”. In this day people go around to surprise each other with their scary costume, so watch out for those who afraid of ghost  and have heart problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day(Halloween day) and Valentine day are 2 of the most controversial days for some country. I don’t wanna state which country but for me what ever the regulations in those country I still respect and follow it, as one of the Malay proverb state  “Dimana Bumi Di Pijak, Di Situ Langit Di Junjung” [wherever you go, respect that culture]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s put the differences and controversies aside and try to look in other angle and that what I’m going to share with all of you about how people celebrate Halloween day in Timor – Leste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Timor-Leste, Halloween day is kind of religious day because people consider this day as day for those who past away so in this day usually all the schools and offices are off. In early morning many people go to church and pray for the souls and  in  afternoon they will visit cemeteries(graves) as sign of love for those people who passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the good thing about Halloween day is that on this day, we will have a lot of food such as ketupat, Lemang, Nasi Ayam &amp;amp; etc. So here in Malaysia people will eat katupat, lemang during Idul Fitri but its different for Timorese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now…we can see how people celebrate Halloween in different ways, people in the western country associated Halloween as day ghost party whereas people in eastern associated Halloween as religious day…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since tomorrow is going to be “Halloween Day” therefore I just wanna to this say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God..I know I am not worthy to pray to you&lt;br /&gt;Because I am sinners&lt;br /&gt;I was born because of sin, grow up in sin, live in sin world&lt;br /&gt;And I will die with sin&lt;br /&gt;But there is only one thing I just wanna say: accept those souls that you have call back and bring them into your eternal kingdom….Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-6762659160103383116?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/6762659160103383116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=6762659160103383116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/6762659160103383116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/6762659160103383116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/10/haloween-antara-kontroversi-dan-tradisi.html' title='Haloween antara kontroversi dan tradisi'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-4151468202026387125</id><published>2007-10-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:34:44.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriotisme dan Sepak Bola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/Rxzod4usfUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k52BqD11z4M/s1600-h/East_Timor_FA.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124226076182871362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/Rxzod4usfUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k52BqD11z4M/s200/East_Timor_FA.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tahun 2007 merupakan tahun pertama dimana TLS ikut kualifikasi piala dunia 2010. TLS di letakkan dgn pasukan Hongkong. Di atas kertas TLS akan kalah karena tim TLS bukanlah "Tim-Nas" yg sebenarnya. Mereka adalah para pemain klub yg dipanggil lalu di tukar nama menjadi Tim-Nas. Menurut ranking yg dikeluarkan oleh FIFA, TLS berada di ranking ke 200 dari 209 Tim-Nas di dunia, jadi sudah dibayangkan TLS bakal kalah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi satu yg saya patut ajungkan jempol ialah semangat Patriotsime dan pantang menyerah. TLS baru aja "tenteram" dari konfik 2006, dan nggak ada persiapan apapun untuk menentang tim Hongkong(ranking 134) tapi mereka bisa mencetak 2 gol dan akhirnya kalah 3-2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fasilitas lapangan TLS belum memenuhi standar international, dan nggak ada persiapan apapun tapi para pemain TLS tetap "ngotot" untuk mengibarkan bendera TLS dan menyanyikan lagu "Patria-Patria" dilapangan bola sepak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meminjam pepatah melayu " kalah dan menang adat permainan" walaupun kalah tapi yg penting semangat untuk berjuang dan memberikan yg terbaik dalam setiap pertandingan itu yg lebih penting(walau dalam hati ingin TLS menang :D) dan akhir sekali sukses buat dunia sepak bola TLS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sukses yah untuk pertandingan di Hongkong tanggal 28 Nov 2007 "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ITA MOS BELE / WE CAN DO IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekilas Info Tentang Tim-Nas TLS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nama : Federacao Futebol Timor-Leste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Konfederasi : AFC (Asia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ketua Pelatih : Joao Paulo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kapten : Alfredo Esteves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ranking FIFA : 200 out of 209 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-4151468202026387125?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/4151468202026387125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=4151468202026387125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4151468202026387125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4151468202026387125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/10/patriotisme-dan-sepak-bola.html' title='Patriotisme dan Sepak Bola'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/Rxzod4usfUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k52BqD11z4M/s72-c/East_Timor_FA.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-2974614417476746654</id><published>2007-10-17T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:11:52.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cahaya Bulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122397755849604402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/RxZpnousfTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uhMTqG5fT30/s200/Gie_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya semua akan tiba pada suatu hari yang biasa&lt;br /&gt;pada suatu ketika yang telah lama kita ketahui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Apakah kau masih selembut dahulu?&lt;br /&gt;          memintaku minum susu dan tidur yg lelap&lt;br /&gt;          sambil membenamkan letak leher kemejaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabut tipispun turun pelan pelan di lembah kasih&lt;br /&gt;lembah mandala wangi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Kau dan aku tegak berdiri&lt;br /&gt;          melihat hutan-hutan yang menjadi suram&lt;br /&gt;          meresapi belaian angin yang menjadi dingin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kau masih membelaiku semesra dahulu?&lt;br /&gt;ketika kudekap, kau dekaplah lebih mesra&lt;br /&gt;lebih dekat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Apakah kau masih akan berkata&lt;br /&gt;          kudengar detak jantungmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita begitu berbeda dalam semua&lt;br /&gt;kecuali dalam cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-2974614417476746654?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/2974614417476746654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=2974614417476746654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/2974614417476746654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/2974614417476746654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/10/cahaya-bulan.html' title='Cahaya Bulan'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/RxZpnousfTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uhMTqG5fT30/s72-c/Gie_film.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-2514980151922221563</id><published>2007-10-16T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:17:24.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and Che Guevara</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/RxTrj4usfQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/xchjgNrgTdM/s1600-h/63_EChe_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121977677983284482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvrBBlpgNf0/RxTrj4usfQI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/xchjgNrgTdM/s200/63_EChe_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gue mulai kenal Che waktu zaman SD(primary school), karena banyak orang yg melukiskan gambar Che dinding dan juga menyablon baju atau kemeja mereka dgn gambar Che. Pertama kali nggak tertarik ama Che,mungkin waktu saya masih kecil kali...tapi memasuki zaman SMA, saya mulai bertanya siapakah Che itu? apa visi dan misinya? kok kenapa semua anak-anak muda suka memakai baju Che dan gambar Che? namun karena keterbatasan waktu dan media akhirnya semua pertanyaan tsb tidak terjawab.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah pas masuk Uni, gua mulai mencari berita tentang Che...apalagi tahun 2005-2006 merupakan tahun "kiamat"bagi Fretilin, banyak orang melakukan protes, "gereja" dan partai oposisi mulai menuduh katanya Fretilin beraliran komunis lah...sosialis lah bahkan dituduh pengikut aliran marxist-lenin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Klimaksnya waktu Cuba memberikan biasiswa gratis kepada ribuan pelajar dari Tim-Les untuk kuliah disana dan kedatangan para dokter Cuba ke Tim-Les. Hal tsb semakin menambah rasa penasaran saya tentang Cuba terlebihnya si Che Guevara. Karena udah kagak tahan rasa penasaran, gua mulai nyari info tentang Che di internet, gua nonton filem dokumentasi "The diaries of motorbike" yg gua dapat di DC++, gua baca surat-surat yg Ia kirim ke Fidel Castro serta teman-teman de-el-el. Dari situ gua mulai suka akan dan hormat kepada Che Guevara dan mulai mengidolakannya. Sayapun mulai mengumpulkan koleksi-koleksi Che baik buku, baju,key chain, foto dan juga topinya....saking ngefans ama Che Guevara, saya malah dikenal di Kampus sbg si "Comandante", brotherhood dll...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mungkin yah(nggak bermaksud sombong dan hanya mungkin) saya lah orang pertama yg memperkenalkan Che Guevara di Kampus dan hasilnya...saya udah lihat anak-anak Malay(yg notabene muslim)pun mulai timbul rasa ingin tahu, siapa sebenarnya Che, apa idiologi dia dll, karena kebanyakan mereka mengira si Che ini orang komunis yg Jahat(org Malaysia paling takut komunis, buktinya Chin Peng kagak pernah balik). Dan saya yakin suata saat Che akan "hidup" di Malaysia seperti di Tim-Les. Amin....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;VIVA LA REVOLUCION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;HASTA LA VITORIA SIEMPRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-2514980151922221563?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/2514980151922221563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=2514980151922221563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/2514980151922221563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Fitri 1428 H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"TAQABBALALLAHU MINNA WA MINKUM&lt;br /&gt;MINAL AIDIN WAL FAI'DZIN" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOHON MAAF LAHIR BATIN UNTUK SEMUANYA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-1890897858550749639?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/1890897858550749639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=1890897858550749639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/1890897858550749639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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kuliah&lt;br /&gt;nyambil kerja&lt;br /&gt;mendua arah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua puluh dua&lt;br /&gt;tak terasa&lt;br /&gt;harus segera&lt;br /&gt;mencari cinta&lt;br /&gt;lalu menikah&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku belum wisuda&lt;br /&gt;ha...ha...ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sorry yah...puisinya ku ambil....(lupa nama pengarangnya) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-6204536157967808429?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/6204536157967808429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=6204536157967808429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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"nenek mu udah meninggal dunia" kata paman....mulut saya terkunci, tak ada kalimat yg keluar. aku terdiam untuk sejenak.Aku mendesah dan ku tutup telpon, hanya air mata yg mengalir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nek...maafkan aku yah...saya nggak bisa berada di samping mu dan nggak bisa menghantar nenek ke tempat peristirahatan terakhir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya liburan ini saya mau pulang dan menjengkuk nenek, bahkan saya telah membeli sehelai kain batik khas buat nenek tapi sayangnya nenek berpulang lebih awal dari dugaanku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenek...segala jasa dan budi baik serta kasih sayang nenek, saya takkan mampu untuk membayar namun hanya satu ygn bisa kulakukan "Semoga Tuhan bisa menerima nenek disampingNya"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-4399568351121066213?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/4399568351121066213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=4399568351121066213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4399568351121066213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/4399568351121066213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/10/rest-in-peacegrand-ma.html' title='Rest In Peace...Grand Ma'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858630092669835719.post-5554126956966495258</id><published>2007-10-15T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T15:06:30.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The begin of new life</title><content type='html'>i have been dreaming to have blog since long time(3 years back) but i never get what i want.one of the reason, i was lazy to create blog though internet is avalaible 24 hour in my room but i never utilized to its maximum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sigh** i missed all the opportunities and chances that i had..any way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies and gentlemen please give warm applause to our new comer Mr.Musafir Jalanan and his blog.....*clap* clap*clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem..(mic testing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I create this blog after i came cross to enda nasution's blog(indonesia top blogger) and i was amazing about his blog so i decide to create for my self a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.... this blog created on 16 October 2007 at 5:30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much i want to write here coz i am still new comer and pls correct me if there is grammatical errors in my english(i m sure there is).....as saying goes learn from mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858630092669835719-5554126956966495258?l=musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/feeds/5554126956966495258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858630092669835719&amp;postID=5554126956966495258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5554126956966495258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858630092669835719/posts/default/5554126956966495258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musafir-jalanan.blogspot.com/2007/10/begin-of-new-life.html' title='The begin of new life'/><author><name>musafir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15203334135669131685</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
