<?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-5687021</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:48:10.552+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letters to the World</title><subtitle type='html'>Cuxry's Mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107316609215992312</id><published>2004-01-04T04:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T04:54:50.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Last Letter to the World (Trough This Site)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ass. Wr. Wb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console"&gt;Terima kasih buat semua yang udah, lagi, dan yang bakalan lewat di hadapan gue selagi gue masih dikasih kesempatan berdiri di muka bumi ini. Lagian kayanya udah waktunya seekor Cuxry berevolusi lagi, soalnya udah keliatan jenuh guenya dan emang keadaan harus gitu kayaknya. Tapi cukup gak yah bekalnya? Soalnya "peradaban" apa lagi nih yang mau dimasukin ama gue. Tapi cukup kayaknya mah, soalnya udah tertanam juga kayaknya "Street Spirit" di "pohon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue udah pelajari dua hal lagi nih di sini. Kenapa juga kebanyakan orang cuman mo "didengerin"? Kenapa dia ga ngimbangin komposisi binary dalam "kehidupan" ini. Maksud gue yah kenapa dia gak "dengerin" orang juga yah. Emang susah sih kayanya klo misalnya pengen sama timbangannya, yah paling enggak kenapa kita usaha gitu supaya timbangannya gak keliatan klo emang udah kita akalin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus satu lagi, kenapa susah yah membesarkan jiwa kita? Yah, jarang gitu gue liat orang mo nerima hasil kocokan arisan yang sama-sama diikutin. Ntar, di belakang dia ngomong, "Ah, pasti isinya nama dia semua!" Padahal itu udah pasti salah soalnya yang ngocoknya juga kan tahu dia tuh gak bekal menang arisan sampai dia emang udah bayar semua yang harus dibayar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nb: Try some real life, don't go spending your days by sitting on your ass in front of PC. It will be different. Anyway, thanks cyber for giving a little time but meaningful&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dengan Hormat,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Doni Yunias)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107316609215992312?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107316609215992312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107316609215992312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107316609215992312' title='Last Letter'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107218125453486062</id><published>2003-12-23T19:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T11:03:08.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.mcli.dist.maricopa.edu/GIFs/rip.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console"&gt;Take down the pictures of your minds&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pictures which starts to fade&lt;br /&gt;You used to be my hero&lt;br /&gt;Watching as I learned&lt;br /&gt;You used to wipe the tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the memories you left reminds me&lt;br /&gt;That you took a part in my journey&lt;br /&gt;You are the evident of my existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to be my sunshine and I'm the moon&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how bright my light&lt;br /&gt;It's just reflecting your shinning bright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you said "it's over"&lt;br /&gt;And I'm aware you are right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me now&lt;br /&gt;You can see, I'm stronger in standing with one foot&lt;br /&gt;I use the other foot to kick the stupid things I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may rest in peace now&lt;br /&gt;No need to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;Memories of you, covered my heart&lt;br /&gt;Thanks anyway&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107218125453486062?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107218125453486062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107218125453486062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107218125453486062' title='Memories'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107207389345246679</id><published>2003-12-22T12:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T11:29:35.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Man, I'm so Fuckin' Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.doramail.com/nisya/fuckoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sori ga ijin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi suntuk aja ... ga ada temen&lt;br /&gt;aku pengen numpahin disini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah &lt;br /&gt;ah &lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;...............wait! he dont love you like i love you ..(shit)&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeahs are good for killing energy&lt;br /&gt;in my room&lt;br /&gt;rolling around on the floor&lt;br /&gt;like a drunken rock star&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;i have no shame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;i told someone&lt;br /&gt;something i thought i would never tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;about an event in my life.&lt;br /&gt;something that really hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;and i cringe to think about it&lt;br /&gt;because now&lt;br /&gt;ive brought it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;"tell me its not true , tell me its going to be fine"&lt;br /&gt;these are the words i want to believe you.&lt;br /&gt;why is my heart so cold.&lt;br /&gt;it needs warming.&lt;br /&gt;im a looser. ..am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nisya Posted This One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107207389345246679?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107207389345246679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107207389345246679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207389345246679' title='Oh Man, I&apos;m so Fuckin&apos; Sick'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107178369352075127</id><published>2003-12-19T04:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T04:46:00.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Live in Time of Living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console"&gt;Everyone knows time&lt;br /&gt;Time is runnin' with no one to be waited&lt;br /&gt;Every beginnig and end has its own time&lt;br /&gt;But no one knows when time has to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we often see people who laugh in defeating time&lt;br /&gt;Time doesn't cares about it and time is not proud to be time&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when someone has conqure time once&lt;br /&gt;It means he has lost for once too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're borned in time&lt;br /&gt;We're walkin' in time&lt;br /&gt;We're dreamin' in time&lt;br /&gt;we're changin' in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the same speed of time&lt;br /&gt;But we have different one&lt;br /&gt;The contract of our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your time&lt;br /&gt;Live with it&lt;br /&gt;You have been created with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have my time&lt;br /&gt;But not my life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F***in' and useless Drama&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console"&gt;There is no reason, I'm not takin' all away &lt;br /&gt;I'm just wasting my time here. &lt;br /&gt;See the future waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to feel. I have to take much more&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end, more and more&lt;br /&gt;Consume by me. SOMETHING'S GOT TO CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;where is JAMMING CUXRY?&lt;br /&gt;I saw he's dead in you&lt;br /&gt;"HELLO, wake up moron!!!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107178369352075127?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107178369352075127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107178369352075127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178369352075127' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107149274903506244</id><published>2003-12-15T19:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T01:31:07.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG align=left border=0 height=141 src="http://volcano.photobucket.com/albums/v11/_burningflame_/changehoon.JPG" style="HEIGHT: 241px; WIDTH: 231px"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;Bahwa lu harus keras..keras ama diri lu sendiri ..lu harus lihai ngadepin hidup...harus pinter cari alternatifnya..jgn mengandalkan apa apa dulu deh klo lu mau sukses.. harus benerÂ² usaha.. harus mau kerja apa aja jangan pilih pilih.. hidup itu keras! sekeras apa lu tanya? keras..banget (brarti ga lembek).. gue ga bisa ceritain dan gue rasa cuman elo aja yang tau betapa kerasnya perjuangan lu nantinya..sampe lu sendiri bisa ngerasain hidup lebih enak..lebih baik ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisya posted this one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107149274903506244?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107149274903506244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107149274903506244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107149274903506244' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107133441626844703</id><published>2003-12-13T22:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T12:56:30.746+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerbang Baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tolong Beri Judul!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console"&gt;Sedikit mengeluh dan me-reka2 apaan yang bakalan keinjek ama gue dilangkah2 berikutnya. Lagi males mikir buat postingan soalnya pasti menerawang jauh mungkin sampai ke surga, tapi percuma itu bukan jiwa gue sepenuhnya. Resmi gue lulus dari kampus tadi pagi 13 Desember 2003. Padahal pas jadi mahasiswa itu gue keluar dengan &lt;strong&gt;"muka" &lt;/strong&gt;asli gue. Tepatnya gue hidup dengan &lt;strong&gt;"Idealisme" &lt;/strong&gt;gue kayanya. Bingung, nah itu yg pasti gue alamin sekarang, padahal gue udah ada jawabannya (Iya atau Tidak). Sayangnya klo iya, mau ga mau gue harus siapin &lt;strong&gt;"Topeng" &lt;/strong&gt;di langkah yang baru ini. Lagian kayanya gampang klo cuma gonta-ganti &lt;strong&gt;"topeng", &lt;/strong&gt;nah lagian gue kan bukan gue dengan &lt;strong&gt;"topeng" &lt;/strong&gt;gue ini tapi kita yang ada di &lt;strong&gt;"dalam". &lt;/strong&gt;Nah yg di &lt;strong&gt;"dalam" &lt;/strong&gt;itu kan cuma  gue ama &lt;strong&gt;sang Khalik &lt;/strong&gt;doang yang tau. Aduh, mulai so iye dah gue. Bener juga poster di kamar kostan Kemal dulu yg tulisannya: &lt;strong&gt;"It Takes One to Know One"&lt;/strong&gt; (coba pikirin deh, klo penasaran tanya aja penalaran versi gue, tapi itu juga versi gue lho). Klo tidak, di mana tanggung jawab gue ama masa depan gue sendiri? &lt;strong&gt;I'm on my own&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107133441626844703?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107133441626844703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107133441626844703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107133441626844703' title='Gerbang Baru'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107098593662221899</id><published>2003-12-09T23:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T23:20:58.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what are you doing in this darkness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://communities.msn.com/content/templates/churchclub/religion.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every Saint's Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;We just come down from the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Bring the prize for humankind&lt;br /&gt;We have the same assignment&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's really matter for us&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck up with the faith&lt;br /&gt;We could me a trigger for soul&lt;br /&gt;Come to me sweetly, the lost souls&lt;br /&gt;To divide right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;You may know science more than us&lt;br /&gt;But we know science belongs to whom&lt;br /&gt;It's too high to reach up there&lt;br /&gt;Give a message to your fear &lt;br /&gt;Fearing the flame&lt;br /&gt;We are humans&lt;br /&gt;But we miss the ground for all of humans&lt;br /&gt;Not for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sindiran Bagi Para Pemimpi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Keajaiban itu bukanlah apa yang kita pikirkan, melainkan hal yang dapat kita lakukan dalam keadaan sadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudah-mudahan ini benar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Hey semuanya, coba lihat jari kita yang sekecil ini mampu menutupi mata kita untuk melihat dunia. Mungkin itu sama halnya dengan pikiran sempit kita yang menutupi realita - realita di hadapan kita. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107098593662221899?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107098593662221899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107098593662221899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107098593662221899' title='So, what are you doing in this darkness?'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107079645128078224</id><published>2003-12-07T18:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T20:22:35.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corridor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ce.byu.edu/cw/cwopposi/img/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I found myself alone in the corridor, waiting locked heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am hanging on every footprints you left&lt;br /&gt;It could be my endless Hallway&lt;br /&gt;Shall I die in the middle of this line?&lt;br /&gt;Or shall I crawl with my hands bound&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes for a while&lt;br /&gt;I began to pray&lt;br /&gt;I hoped you would open the Hallway door&lt;br /&gt;You haven't come&lt;br /&gt;Shall I search you outside?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do that, but please open the door first&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107079645128078224?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107079645128078224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107079645128078224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107079645128078224' title='Corridor'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107070680912895555</id><published>2003-12-06T17:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T18:31:22.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itu lah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Hal yang paling aku tidak suka.... &lt;br /&gt;menunggu...ditunggu... dicerugai...diceramahin padahal ga punya salah... di bicarain di belakang2... ditanyain macem2....... dimaki....dan di bohongi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by nisya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107070680912895555?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107070680912895555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107070680912895555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107070680912895555' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107063584205414744</id><published>2003-12-05T21:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T22:18:44.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Own Reverie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have never taken life&lt;br /&gt;I never got an offer before&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find the answer&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no question here&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to sperm&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not OK in the outside&lt;br /&gt;We gotta love each other&lt;br /&gt;Our love will overcome&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wait for you to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;No, no, not only me&lt;br /&gt;But everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is Only a Lips Service for Woman (Ha...Ha...Ha...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Forever may not be long enough for my love&lt;br /&gt;Would you come with me to the other side of this life&lt;br /&gt;This love will never enough&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart baby&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be aright&lt;br /&gt;Forever wont be long enough for you to know&lt;br /&gt;How far I traveled, how far I crawled&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart baby&lt;br /&gt;Live with me, Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;We can go together now&lt;br /&gt;Love will lead us&lt;br /&gt;We will not be faded&lt;br /&gt;Forever may not be long enough&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107063584205414744?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107063584205414744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107063584205414744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107063584205414744' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107051864736559072</id><published>2003-12-04T12:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T13:24:05.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute for Him</title><content type='html'>This is my voice's speaking to you. A million thousand of any currency can't buy a second of your time, the time that you spent with me. You thought and added one more color in my life. Sometimes, we know it is hard to get straight with the line that we have been walking. I appreciate every second of "your wisdom." &lt;a href="http://www.ipey.mu"&gt;This is a nice piece of you&lt;/a&gt; It should to be this way, it should be end for the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107051864736559072?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107051864736559072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107051864736559072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107051864736559072' title='A Tribute for Him'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107045110773181502</id><published>2003-12-03T18:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T18:38:48.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.claybennett.com/images/archivetoons/equality.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kasta Dalam Cinta (seharusnya)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Seorang sudra menatap indah sang putri ksatria&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, andai dialah sudraku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brahmana datang menghampirinya&lt;br /&gt;Kau bukanlah engkau yang ada di dalam tubuh seorang sudra&lt;br /&gt;Bodohnya banyak yang percaya bahwa mereka adalah mereka&lt;br /&gt;Itu hanya pakaianmu&lt;br /&gt;Lihat waisya di sana, mereka menjadi topeng para ksatria dan kastamu mungkin seperiuk tahi mereka&lt;br /&gt;Kapankah mereka belajar memberi tangan?&lt;br /&gt;Mereka hanya berucap ini tiupan Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Jika putri itu telah menjatuhkan hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Ikutilah hatimu, karena itulah kamu sebenarnya&lt;br /&gt;Perbedaan kasta kalian, hanya baju yang akan usang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107045110773181502?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107045110773181502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107045110773181502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107045110773181502' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-107029164706910515</id><published>2003-12-01T21:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:23:39.546+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arti Hidup</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Lucunya, "banyak orang ngomong namanya juga hidup." Emang kenapa gitu? "Bla...bla...bla..."(full of ego). Tapi emang hidup itu artinya apa? Ga sengaja gue nemu terus ngembangin pendapat tolol lagi. Bahwa &lt;strong&gt;hidup itu perjalanan pulang&lt;/strong&gt;, terus berarti kan pada pulang tuh. Ga tau deh siapa di antara kita yang pulang duluan? (coba Nico, yang pulang duluan bisa kirim surat atau telepon gue kek di sana gimana). &lt;strong&gt;Terus emang klo tujuan kita sama, kenapa kita ga saling pegangan tangan aja? klo ga, saling ngasih tau jalan hidup yang bener kek. &lt;/strong&gt;Tapi inget! kita harus ikhlas klo salah satu dari kita semua udah nyampe. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-107029164706910515?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107029164706910515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/107029164706910515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107029164706910515' title='Arti Hidup'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106949531368884141</id><published>2003-11-22T16:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:33:02.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my Fu**ing Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.film.utah.edu/images/reel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Life is like a drama, the lights come up, the actors and actress play their roles, the end of film for everyone, They get paid there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn Our Head&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;----------------- &lt;br /&gt;Oh no, too many time walk in black &lt;br /&gt;The song that I sing too loud &lt;br /&gt;Let me down to get closer to get back &lt;br /&gt;My love is too proud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the great mystery &lt;br /&gt;Even scientist look like a donkey &lt;br /&gt;You are the most funky &lt;br /&gt;And has the best mercy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance with you &lt;br /&gt;In the same song of you &lt;br /&gt;God is just a name &lt;br /&gt;The fact is you are very fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Days of the Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, dying in the grave&lt;br /&gt;Monday, opened the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, woke from the death&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, walking outside&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, beaten outside&lt;br /&gt;Friday, miss the ground&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, closed the eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106949531368884141?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Cry...&lt;br /&gt;live your fuckin* life and keep up the fight, karena cuma loe yang bisa ngerubah diri loe sendiri sekarang atau kapanpun seperti yang Sun Tzu pernah bilang "kenalilah dirimu dan kenalilah lawanmu". bila loe mau, loe bisa pake kata-kata itu buat ngejar semua ambisi loe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for nothing!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Rudy 'Joe' Andriansyah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106934229869562607?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106934229869562607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106934229869562607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106934229869562607' title='&lt;strong&gt;Rudi (The Best Single Fighter)&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106926157882886424</id><published>2003-11-20T00:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T23:08:03.950+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norms</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;I be jealous of you, angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel: &lt;/strong&gt;He...he...he... why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;You have a nice relation with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel: &lt;/strong&gt;You have it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;No, I never meet God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel: &lt;/strong&gt;You will, you are stupid, and many humans too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel: &lt;/strong&gt;It is simple, because in God, humans have much freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Like what, because you are perfect angel than me angel, you wear a white clean costume and beautiful / handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel: &lt;/strong&gt;Nobody's perfect even me Don't I don’t have passion and emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;What about humans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel: &lt;/strong&gt;Ok, I tell you, all of humans are free in choosing their believe to love or hate God or not to believe in God at all, and you know me, I was created to obey all of God's controls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Ooo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUICIDE NORM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;An angel flies serving humans&lt;br /&gt;A man sleeps with his hands bounded&lt;br /&gt;An angel stopped facing him&lt;br /&gt;'Unbound this noose, please.'&lt;br /&gt;He points to another angel in the distance&lt;br /&gt;'That is your time.'&lt;br /&gt;'No. I can’t stand again.'&lt;br /&gt;Without sorry the angel continues to fly&lt;br /&gt;'Hey, don’t go!!!'&lt;br /&gt;The other angel flies slowly in the distance&lt;br /&gt;The man stands up and run to jump over the noose&lt;br /&gt;But he falls into a bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;The waited angel arrives and shakes his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brother &amp; Sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anak-soleh.info/adit23new.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope both of you wont regret appearing after me in our park&lt;br /&gt;Only love can keep us together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106926157882886424?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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Are &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; Doin'?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life, I'm learning of &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; and it's great&lt;br /&gt;It makes believe that I'm small&lt;br /&gt;We come to this tree to love &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just wastes time, if I should run from my faith&lt;br /&gt;No other power that makes this possible&lt;br /&gt;Let me know &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;closer&lt;br /&gt;I dream of &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; every night&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm better now&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; that care to us&lt;br /&gt;I even don't recognize &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; physicaly&lt;br /&gt;But still reminds me that &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are uncompetitable&lt;br /&gt;Whatever we call &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, it just a name&lt;br /&gt;Just a name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106917197877324177?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106917197877324177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106917197877324177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106917197877324177' title='The Great'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106908263312937292</id><published>2003-11-17T22:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T22:24:15.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.anak-soleh.info/gabungan23.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106908263312937292?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106908263312937292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106908263312937292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106908263312937292' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106905533563828510</id><published>2003-11-17T14:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T14:59:01.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh!</title><content type='html'>nggak ada yang terlalu istimewa hari ini. Semua berjalan seperti jadwalku. nggak ada kejutan. pada al aku kan suka banget kejutan. Dari siapa aja ..apalagi dari Tuhan. Hidup tanpa kejutan rasanya kok seperti sayur tanpa garam beryodium.&lt;br /&gt;Kejutan. ah aku selalu pengen dapet kejutan..tapi hari ini? enggak ada. Ah udahlah besok toh masih ada hari. siapa tau kejutan itu emng dijatah untuk besok. Ya, siapa tau ..Iwan Fals aja bilang "dalam hari selalu ada kesempatan..dalam hari selalu ada kemungkinan"..dan aku percaya itu percaya banget. Aha termakan lagu itu jg guwa GASWAT man .&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;dan aku mohon kejutan untuk esok hari.. "satu pun cukup Tuhan.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by : Nisya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106905533563828510?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106905533563828510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106905533563828510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106905533563828510' title='Huh!'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106896296293581901</id><published>2003-11-16T13:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T13:38:27.700+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.anak-soleh.info/TrueLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Can you imagine ??? even a man wanna have sex with him"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anak-soleh.info/MyOwnPrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Guess, Who ???"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Have a right answer ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Win a free pass to heaven, by fuckin' with him!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106896296293581901?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106896296293581901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106896296293581901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106896296293581901' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106890375262616842</id><published>2003-11-15T20:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T12:18:55.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>testing aja</title><content type='html'>be my sunshine &lt;br /&gt;be my sunshine and do not forget, I want you so badly , you'r lips's are still wet.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all you'r loveing I want more of it, I wait in the shadow's , like when we first met&lt;br /&gt;unstopable loveing I immagine it with you as my lover I wat more of it want&lt;br /&gt;A kiss of envy , a kiss of desire, I lick my lips' for what I will get&lt;br /&gt;i'll make you another&lt;br /&gt;when I think about you thru my eye's are beautiful sight's amongst my thought's to see you right there *smiles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nisya Posted THis One)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106890375262616842?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106890375262616842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106890375262616842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106890375262616842' title='testing aja'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106884663543906134</id><published>2003-11-15T04:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T05:27:41.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.lutterworth.com/lp/images/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unconscious is Beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Folks, we meet again with different minds.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed with mine and you got yours.&lt;br /&gt;In the same corridor of temporary space.&lt;br /&gt;Your shoulder bumped into mine.&lt;br /&gt;You forgave me, I smiled at you.&lt;br /&gt;You gave a hand when I descended.&lt;br /&gt;I kissed you for thank you.&lt;br /&gt;"Will you delay yor death for me?", I said to you.&lt;br /&gt;"I will, Don."&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck!!!,"  the energy of Vodka is weaking.&lt;br /&gt;I opened the 2nd Vodka and you came toward me once more.&lt;br /&gt;"He..he...," he was playing with me again.&lt;br /&gt;When I awake, I give him a time to play with angel there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicated to:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nico (in the distance)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106884663543906134?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106884663543906134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106884663543906134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106884663543906134' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106884397190604854</id><published>2003-11-15T04:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T04:06:32.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>angelic dream</title><content type='html'>stare at the darkly looking glass&lt;br /&gt;touching every inch with delicate tongue&lt;br /&gt;wash it up 'till it shine , brighter than a sun&lt;br /&gt;and if you give your self in, you'll only find your reflection&lt;br /&gt;but we brought in our angel to this simple puzzle&lt;br /&gt;have our mind wondered?&lt;br /&gt;I did talk to this side wings every night I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I did stare at this same darkly looking glass every time i wake&lt;br /&gt;if my angel stands there, I wont cry&lt;br /&gt;and all my sin that i would pay for them ,if I could only..&lt;br /&gt;    ... touch you ,be your wings&lt;br /&gt;and with this sinfull request I do polish my self dry&lt;br /&gt;with delicate tongue and icy eyes &lt;br /&gt;They put my soul away ,inside the shallow grave&lt;br /&gt;wash away my body from the promises I never made&lt;br /&gt;..and burning out my picture .. my clear mirrored image&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the angel as we talked over this morning vintage&lt;br /&gt;and they the angel standing inside the darkly looking glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---ipey---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106884397190604854?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106884397190604854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106884397190604854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106884397190604854' title='angelic dream'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106884335673802052</id><published>2003-11-15T03:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T03:56:16.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"joan d' arc"</title><content type='html'>evil to those who think evil he is.&lt;br /&gt;-ipey-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106884335673802052?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106884335673802052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106884335673802052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106884335673802052' title='&quot;joan d&apos; arc&quot;'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106874493480682754</id><published>2003-11-14T00:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T02:21:41.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nabiel (The most gorgeous man in Jatinangor) : gw cuma mo ngomong....klo kebanyakan org tuh tai !!! ga' usah so' dah..."WHO REMEMBERS UR FACE...WHO REMEMBERS U WHEN UR GONE!" (mikir dikit ye!).  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106874493480682754?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106874493480682754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106874493480682754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106874493480682754' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106870246327457231</id><published>2003-11-13T12:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:47:40.156+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2 Kutub Kehidupan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinta&lt;/strong&gt; berperan sebagai kutub pertama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena dengan mencintai kita dapat merasakan &lt;strong&gt;cinta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi maaf para Romeo &amp; Juliet itu bukan hanya &lt;strong&gt;cinta&lt;/strong&gt; eksklusifitas yang sekarang ini terlalu diagungkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinta&lt;/strong&gt; kepada Sang Khalik, Orang tua, Kerabat, dan Semua makhluk yang tercipta di pohon ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutub  kedua adalah &lt;strong&gt;ikhlas&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;cinta&lt;/strong&gt; yang dilandasi sifat ini kan berbuah manis, semanis kurma di saat berbuka puasa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saya bisa mencintai anda tapi mungkin anda tidak tahu bahwa itu hanya kepura-puraan agar saya dapat keuntungan &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saya percaya bahwa satu hal tersulit di dunia adalah &lt;strong&gt;ikhlas&lt;/strong&gt;, baik menerima atau pun memberi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106870246327457231?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106870246327457231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106870246327457231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106870246327457231' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106856703050043124</id><published>2003-11-11T23:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T23:10:28.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.escape.de/users/shusaku/euro96/issue2/end.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coba pikir deh, gak enak yah ternyata klo udah ngeberesin satu hal. Masalahnya hasilnya kita udah tau. Kaya gue aja sekarang beres kuliah, malah merasa kehilangan satu proses kayanya. Seneng sih seneng karena agak irit gitu orang tua sama guenya, tapi di-pikir2 ga enak. Masalah gue harus biasain diri lagi gak kuliah, bukan berarti gue kuliah gak mau beres. 3 tahun lebih ke belakang banyak banget proses2 yang bikin gue merasa hidup, pas gue gak ada duit lah buat bayar diktat di kampus, ga ada lagi lah contoh kecil proses kaya gitu. Malah ada pendapat yang gila, bayangin deh klo orang masuk surga, apa aja dikasih mana ada usaha/proses, jenuh kali ya di sana? Terus malah ada pendapat tambahan kebayang ga klo orang yang di surga makan buah kuldi, biar pada dikirim lagi ke bumi, serem euyyy, sorry yang baca klo pikiran gue ngelantur soalnya gue cuma tulis yang lewat aja di pikiran gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.noring.pp.se/end.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106856703050043124?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106856703050043124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106856703050043124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856703050043124' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106831653000611232</id><published>2003-11-09T01:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T01:36:20.440+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;All the mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;This day I'm not crying for you girl, not even for my parents&lt;br /&gt;I just lost in too many ways&lt;br /&gt;The blurry path is having the thick mist&lt;br /&gt;And I know, the mist is my previous mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And now I,m crying for that mist getting dark&lt;br /&gt;Too late for me to wind the mist&lt;br /&gt;The mist's waiting me there&lt;br /&gt;In my one life to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106831653000611232?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106831653000611232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106831653000611232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106831653000611232' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106824269599555098</id><published>2003-11-08T04:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T01:00:14.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wise Man &lt;/strong&gt;: 'You should listen to my voice, young man'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuxry      &lt;/strong&gt;: 'I don't need an advice asshole, I need an example'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wise Man &lt;/strong&gt;: 'Life must be patience'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuxry      &lt;/strong&gt;: 'Patience your ass old man, patience leads us to be intimidated'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wise Man &lt;/strong&gt;: 'We have not to make a problem'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuxry      &lt;/strong&gt;: 'Hey morron, this is life, the art in overcoming problems, you should been dead if you don't wanna have a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wise Man &lt;/strong&gt;: 'You too emotional in judging something young man'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuxry      &lt;/strong&gt;: 'Poor you grandpa, though people think you are wise but now you are making a stupid and me as a kid is doing a wise thing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wise Man &lt;/strong&gt;: 'Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuxry      &lt;/strong&gt;: 'Yeahhh, cuz people are changin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106824269599555098?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106824269599555098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106824269599555098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824269599555098' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106820191926991765</id><published>2003-11-07T17:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T23:11:04.043+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Berbicara Fakta Bukan Suatu Kejahatan&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Kapan mo dewasanya yah dunia? Banyak banget orang yang jiwanya kerdil. Sering sumpah di lingkungan yang banyak mempengaruhi gue aja itu terjadi, tahinya lagi antar teman sendiri. Gue orang yang paling sering dijadiin teman ngobrol (curhat lah istilah peradaban babi2 licik ini) sialnya mau ga mau gue sering ngikutin ngejelekin seseorang tapi berpegang pada tips nya Ayam yaitu:Cry, bayangin klo lu di posisi yang salah (yg ini mmpengaruhi utk menjadi pemaaf) trus klo bisa lu sebisa mungkin ngomongin orang sesuai fakta. (makasih banyak Yam). Intinya tuh banyak orang ngomongin orang yang sifatnya mengkritik (mending langsung aja depan mukanya njing!!!) Trus ada orang yang ga bisa nerima bahwa seseorang itu lebih berhasil dari dirinya, ada lagi orang yang ngomongin keprofesionalan (semoga dia tau arti kata itu, jujur klo gue ga tau pasti, yang penting gue cuman berusaha tanggung jawab aja ama kewajiban gue) sialnya dia tuh cuman di bibir, kelakuannya tebak aja sendiri. Apesnya hal ini terjadi dimana gue berdiri, lagian ini cuman teguran sih klo mereka baca blog gue, gue ga kaya dulu sih sering ngomong frontal, sekarang gue nya udah jadi pengecut terpengaruh oleh lingkungan, GUE MOHON MAAF KLO ADA YANG MERASA TERHINA TAPI GUE CUMA BERBICARA SESUAI FAKTA YANG GUE TANGKAP, TRUS GUE NUNGGU SAAT YG TEPAT UNTUK DENGERIN DAN NGASIH ARGUMEN TANPA MAKSUD MENGADUNYA, GUE TERIMA PANDANGAN KALIAN TENTANG GUE TULIS AJA DI SHOUT BOX, ASAL ITU SESUAI FAKTA NGGA JUGA GPP KALI AJA LU KESAL AMA GUE, GUE CUMAN PINGIN KASIH TAHU AJA KLO JGN PERNAH MERUBAH PANDANGAN SESEORANG TENTANG SESUATU/SESEORANG DENGAN MAKSUD MENCARI SEKUTU.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mywebsite.register.com/db3/00254/facelessman.org/_uimages/Magazine.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Lost, I'm no guide But I'm right by your side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106820191926991765?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106820191926991765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106820191926991765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106820191926991765' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106810871311461782</id><published>2003-11-06T15:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:43:33.950+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#321199"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asyik, Dapetnya Eddie Yang Gila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/Teabeard/1046458143_dpsychotic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Psychotic Eddie!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106810871311461782?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106810871311461782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106810871311461782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106810871311461782' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106789161170912488</id><published>2003-11-04T03:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T04:21:16.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Collections of Ayam's lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AJAL SANG PENDOSA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ku kan slalu menangis melihat sedih di bumi &lt;br /&gt;      Ku kan slalu bersedih melihat sinis di mimpi&lt;br /&gt;      Takan terkira jelas di mata akhir nafas mu menjelang ajal mu&lt;br /&gt;      Akan terlihat indahnya dosa minim pahala seindah bangkai mu&lt;br /&gt;      Ku kan slalu menepi meratap pedih di hati&lt;br /&gt;      Coba untuk pahami mendapat senyum yang mati&lt;br /&gt;      Semua ku dapat hiklang tanpa sisa menanti&lt;br /&gt;      hanya maut tersisa hadir menghibur hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Written by: NUTRIKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;strong&gt;AIB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tlah berakhir awal nafas tak mengira tuk nikmati&lt;br /&gt;Kan ternoda seluruh jasad takan bisa tuk menghindar&lt;br /&gt;Takan bisa tuk menolak dari aib yang menhadang&lt;br /&gt;Hanya bisa diam pasrah tanpa akhir yang tersenyum&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kau nikmati mati &lt;br /&gt;Kau hempaskan hidup&lt;br /&gt;Kau hadirkan aib&lt;br /&gt;Yang membawa duka&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                           Written by:NUTRIKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt; GONE WITH ALL TEARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to wake up but I see like tomorrow the day was not change the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the nice one but there's no happyness when the smile was gone with all tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pay all the heartace I will close my eyes with no sound was forced into my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take all the blame out for what I've been done when the smile was gone with all tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see there's no strength in life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard no one scream so loud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fell my soul moved from dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll teast all the blood in side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Written by: NUTRIKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------- End of Ayam's Part ------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Way Back Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on this trijunction&lt;br /&gt;Try to light this morning&lt;br /&gt;A full of mystery path&lt;br /&gt;Need a solution to get this through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired to wait the surely answer&lt;br /&gt;I guess the other dusts had through this&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I ate&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I just wait my time to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go the right way&lt;br /&gt;to go to the ground of mother's feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And (the truth is)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boats search for the whispering wind&lt;br /&gt;Short sailing is short age&lt;br /&gt;The long has to fullfil with much of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tired of love will be loved at the end of riverside&lt;br /&gt;Lol for passion and sin transformed to grief there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sailors will flow to the same ocean&lt;br /&gt;Without regarding any wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Begging For Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty sheet is sitting between high buildings&lt;br /&gt;Many angels with babies on their hands try to keep on walking&lt;br /&gt;Still many trying to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all of the buildings keep stomp them&lt;br /&gt;Without greeting or just lips service&lt;br /&gt;Is it 50 penny gives their new breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the shoulders of the building their still hope&lt;br /&gt;To end this drama or change the story &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106789161170912488?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106789161170912488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106789161170912488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789161170912488' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106771845107391334</id><published>2003-11-02T03:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T03:32:57.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Given to Choose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step that we take is a form&lt;br /&gt;Transmit into a yield&lt;br /&gt;Seems like puzzle&lt;br /&gt;Gathering the forms into next tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good shape is my goal&lt;br /&gt;But remember we have choose&lt;br /&gt;The earth or heaven&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106771845107391334?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106771845107391334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106771845107391334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106771845107391334' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106769034708430474</id><published>2003-11-01T19:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T19:39:05.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>No End</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LiFe is a dream without end,&lt;br /&gt;Come and Go Like a Faint Sun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemal&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Selanjutnya Pusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106769034708430474?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106769034708430474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106769034708430474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769034708430474' title='No End'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106761561891950999</id><published>2003-10-31T22:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T23:06:13.356+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://facelessman.org/db3/00254/facelessman.org/_uimages/RotationofRiotAct.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANGSAT!!! BINGUNG MO NGAPAIN, YA UDAH GUE SCAN AJA BAJU GUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minggu Kelabu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung!!!!! kalah mulu maen Ps, padahal ama Amatir2 kaya &lt;strong&gt;Cheppy&lt;/strong&gt;, Nopi, Ayam, Ipey, Adang dan gara2 orang yang gue Bold, gue jadi berpuasa Ps selama 1 minggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106761561891950999?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106761561891950999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106761561891950999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761561891950999' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106733964910562079</id><published>2003-10-28T18:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T01:23:00.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size=+2&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Beleaguered Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.phoenixr.com/wallpaper/wallpaper/Pearl%20Jam%20-%20Jeremy400x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every student stares to the teacher who gives explanation about the lesson. The teacher explains without gives an attention to the boy who is sitting in the middle row of the class. The boy sits and stares the emptiness. His face shows any emotion. Suddenly, the boy stands and said, 'what do you know about reality of life?' and then, he opens the front side of his bag and turn out something from the bag. 'These are my reality,' he said. He shows his electric bill and other bills. 'I have to pay this with my f***ing own money,' he said. And the boy stands and leaves the classroom. In his way home, a big man greets him and hinds his back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy turned his head and said, 'hey, Mr. Jones.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, 'hi Jeremy, why don’t you go to the pub?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy said, 'I’m on my way there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the man offers him a ride, 'so let’s take my car,' and then, both of them ride a car to go to the pub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place that they were aimed is a pub; the pub is a home for the boy. In that place, he is working as a helper. He works after he finishes his school time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they have arrived in the pub, the boy walks s toward to a truck that brings the boxes full of beer for the pub. The boy lifted every box of the bears. And then he sits in one of the boxes and then Mr. Jones sits next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did you have a nice school time this day?' Mr. Jones asked him.'They tough me bullshit this day,' the boy answered, 'they said about the reality that they don’t understand exactly, they are locked by the idiot theory.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ha…ha…ha...' Mr. Jones laughed loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why are you laughing?' the boy confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones said, 'You should not blame them because I guess it was your fault being different from them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy said, 'Phew, it just makes me sucks, why they do not accept me as the other and nevertheless I have to accept them as the others for me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ok, I know you better than them, your transition is different than them because they are raised by money and on the other hand, you are raising your own money.' Said Mr. Jones. 'It is your parents fault, they left you before your time is right.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy said, 'Please Mr. Jones, don’t talk about that evil couple.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But last news I heard your father was get caught because robed a granny bag, what a shame.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said. 'And where is your mother now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy said, 'He is moving out seas and married with an Arabian, maybe she loves a man with a big cock. Therefore, I don’t care about them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You don’t have to be that way, they still your parents,' said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What kind of parents? Parents who make me have to pay their price.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, it is hard for me to convince you because you are very extreme dislike with them,' said the man while smoking his cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I wont hate them, if they were not treated me like an animal,' the boy said and took a cigarette from its pack and continued with said, 'I am not an animal who has an instinct to find his own food.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jones, come here a minute!' a screaming came from the pub office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Boss called you, Mr. Jones', the boy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What next old man?' Mr. Jones mumbled and walking to the office, 'Wait a second Jimmy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What is boss going to talk about,' the boy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You will know later,' said the man as he is walking to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is sitting on the one of the boxes while waiting for Mr. Jones. Unintentionally, The boy is watching Mr. Jones is debating with Boss from the distance. Not for a long time, Mr. Jones is coming out from the office with numb face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What’s going on Mr. Jones?' asked the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It is going to be a bad news for us,' Mr. Jones replied, 'because that damn half Japanese man is going to back to his country, his crime is suspected by police.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What! It is impossible, what about us?' the boy shocked and stand from his sit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am not thinking about us, I am just thinking about you,' the man said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why you think about me?' the boy asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because I am the assistant of our boss, I will go with him.' The man said, 'If I stay here, the police will arrest me and investigate me where is boss.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can I go with you to Japan?' the boy asked Mr. Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man stares at the boy and said, 'I am sorry, the boss said he does not want to take a risk by taking you to Japan.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why? Because I am just a little boy and I will be a burden for you,' the boy said abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, it is for your good because in Japan the boss has a lot of enemies and he is a dangerous mob who is surrounded by other dangerous mobs.' The man said by touching the boy head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ok, I understand all of you are tired in caring me, I’ll go find my peace in another place.' The boy shouted and run leaving Mr. Jones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jimmy… Jimmy… wait,' Mr. Jones is trying to chase Jeremy but He is running too fast because trigged by his sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days after the debating day, 08.00 in the morning on Monday. The pub looks so quiet that shows the pub has already closed. For about 2 km from the pub, a boy who is known as Jeremy is standing and crying in the edge of the top building shocks a crowd of people. The building is placed in front of the school that Jeremy used to go. He stares at the school and the crowd of people below him. The people is trying to notice him, it is a dangerous to stand there. Several minutes later, police has come and they are trying to temp Jeremy to down with the stairs on side of the building. Jeremy ignores them. Suddenly, a cop has already on the building but Jeremy realizes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police said, 'Hey kid, lets go down.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I better stay here,' said Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But you are risk yourself, lets go home,' said the cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am on my way there,' said Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What do you mean?' said the cop.&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy said, 'This is not my place, I am not accepted in every corner of this world and finally, I have found the better way to find my immortal peace. Bye sir, thanks for remind me.'&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, Jeremy closes his eyes and jumps to the crowd of the people.&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;'Kid…kid…hey…' the cop is yelling but it is too late to stop him because Jeremy has go to the place that he wanted to go. His body is lying on the street in front of the building and looks so peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106733964910562079?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106733964910562079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106733964910562079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106733964910562079' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106728171012066228</id><published>2003-10-28T02:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T02:19:04.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever in Lie to Her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hiding somewhere&lt;br /&gt;She does not know I am fading&lt;br /&gt;However I know it is not her idea to hide&lt;br /&gt;It’s my mistake for being so different outside&lt;br /&gt;My heart would not let her go&lt;br /&gt;But my ego&lt;br /&gt;It will be a short time if she were here&lt;br /&gt;It is forever feeling to forgive myself&lt;br /&gt;Would she know me there?&lt;br /&gt;If I did not get together in this tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too Strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great speaks my path&lt;br /&gt;He is the owner of fact&lt;br /&gt;Pain, happiness just simple illustrations&lt;br /&gt;My life is easy going with His words&lt;br /&gt;Too strong for me in breaking His words&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible for me as a dot to clash against My Pen &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106728171012066228?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106728171012066228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106728171012066228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106728171012066228' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106716626276711353</id><published>2003-10-26T18:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T18:04:22.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing is Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://mywebsite.register.com/db3/00254/facelessman.org/_uimages/deadclock.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clock is ticking before and after&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, but it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;Unstable, it's constant&lt;br /&gt;Glorious, It moves toward&lt;br /&gt;Death, Immortal&lt;br /&gt;Fighting it is useless&lt;br /&gt;So lets live with it and temp it to be our friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106716626276711353?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106716626276711353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106716626276711353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106716626276711353' title='Timing is Everything'/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106700698925086048</id><published>2003-10-24T21:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T21:49:48.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A wise man said put your past away&lt;br /&gt;But when you stuck and regret &lt;br /&gt;And faith that you don't want to face it&lt;br /&gt;Comes to you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna go back to the place you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;Either do I&lt;br /&gt;Either do they&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, if I may to conclude that everyone has the same thinking to walk back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I PROMISE YOU, YOU CAN KILL ME IF YOU DON'T THINK OF THAT EVEN IT ONLY ONCE IN YOUR LIFETIME... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106700698925086048?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106700698925086048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106700698925086048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106700698925086048' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106684074978204091</id><published>2003-10-22T23:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T00:05:12.790+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.facelessman.org/db3/00254/facelessman.org/_uimages/Resizeofedthink.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunge These Days for a Better Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled makes us happy&lt;br /&gt;Imagining, sitting on the King's chair is nice&lt;br /&gt;Fighting on the street seems silly&lt;br /&gt;Dear, I don't like your advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our, different of them&lt;br /&gt;We get my own way to pass the deep dark path&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean I don't want to be like them&lt;br /&gt;Cause life like a math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobain, Vedder, and many more taught us lot of things&lt;br /&gt;Is not because they are famous&lt;br /&gt;But the way of they think&lt;br /&gt;It so influencing us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106684074978204091?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106684074978204091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106684074978204091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106684074978204091' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106667371667871109</id><published>2003-10-21T01:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T01:15:16.646+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Setuju gue kata si enon yg namanya cinta tuh permainan. Tapi klo gue bilang lebih tepatnya permainan judi, dan taruhannya adalah hati (perasaan). Apabila kita menang hati kita akan berbunga dan apabila kalah, yaaa, mau ga mau kita harus siapkan perasaan satu lagi. Yaitu, sakit hati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106667371667871109?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106667371667871109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106667371667871109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106667371667871109' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106630213402680860</id><published>2003-10-16T18:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T18:25:30.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.keaneadoption.org/images/mother.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Tired Goddess&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;In 1959, God spoke the greatest thing for me. At that time, she never realized that she will be a super angel for me. In 1981, she took "a gift" from the Maker. I know she was happy and going to take care "the gift." "The gift" is learning how to be his goddess. Too much pain that I gave and I know I will give her more, but she keeps on smilling to inform me that it was wrong. And if she should angry, it would be the anger with true love. If I have to write down her best perform for me, I have to spent all of the ink on earth. I know someday, if I should be a mate for my goddess. Me and my goddess should love our gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106630213402680860?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106630213402680860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106630213402680860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106630213402680860' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106621413866911598</id><published>2003-10-15T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T17:10:10.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unreachable, Even by Sophisticated Transportation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;There's a place where people sing more graceful than birds&lt;br /&gt;All of the hosts is smilling on the ceiling of the opposite&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the snakes cry, said one&lt;br /&gt;It because love leads us, said his mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender now is useless&lt;br /&gt;Because we have met the power directly&lt;br /&gt;It for forever&lt;br /&gt;So shame, we only live twice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106621413866911598?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106621413866911598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106621413866911598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106621413866911598' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106593918278194104</id><published>2003-10-12T13:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T13:13:02.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.longroad.it/immagini/ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patriot &lt;br /&gt;by Pearl Jam&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers shall open for the righteous...&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers shall open for the righteous...&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers shall open for the righteous someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking with my brother,&lt;br /&gt;And he wondered, oh how I am.&lt;br /&gt;Said what I believe in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Ain't what I see with my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And there's no turning back this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a patriot, and I love my country,&lt;br /&gt;Because my country is all I know.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be with my family,&lt;br /&gt;People who understand me.&lt;br /&gt;I got no place else to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking with my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;She looked so fine, I said&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, what's on your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;Said I want to run like the lions&lt;br /&gt;Released from their cages...&lt;br /&gt;Released from the rages&lt;br /&gt;Burning in my soul tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a patriot, and I love my country,&lt;br /&gt;Because my country is all I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't no communist,&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't no socialist,&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't no capitalist,&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't no imperialist,&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't no democrat,&lt;br /&gt;Sure ain't no republican either,&lt;br /&gt;I only know one party,&lt;br /&gt;And that is freedom.&lt;br /&gt;I am...I am...I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a patriot, and I love my country,&lt;br /&gt;Because my country is all I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers shall open for the righteous,&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers shall open for the righteous,&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers shall open for the righteous someday...&lt;br /&gt;Someday...someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106593918278194104?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106593918278194104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106593918278194104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106593918278194104' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106563988761862722</id><published>2003-10-09T02:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T02:23:54.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful is Distance Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who meet say you are perfect&lt;br /&gt;The man who meet you will love you&lt;br /&gt;First times with you made me fly&lt;br /&gt;Two times with you made me blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one just like my dream&lt;br /&gt;In that dream you are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Phew, pathetic,&lt;br /&gt;or is it the dream itself is not beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that so, I guess no one or thing is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;even dream&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106563988761862722?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106563988761862722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106563988761862722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106563988761862722' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106537861076991358</id><published>2003-10-06T01:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T17:16:11.300+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;    : "Cry, klo kata lu misalnya gue minta cinta dari Dian Sastro, dikasih ngga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuxry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  : "Ya ngga lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;    : "Lho kok, berarti sombong dong dia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuxry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  : "Sombong gimana? ya engga lah lu ngasih dia apa? trus lagian dia ga sombong lah orang kan klo ga kenal maka tak sayang, lagian lu tuh dapet sesuatu bukan dari apa yang lu minta tapi dari yang lu beri."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;    : "Susah yah cry klo misalnya kita ngejar seseorang yang kita suka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuxry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  : "Ah, payah amat lu selagi usaha pasti ada hasil, yang susahnya tuh pas kita dapet hasil yang mengecewakan. Kita bakalan susah untuk bersifat ikhlas baik itu menerima atau memberi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;    : "Cry, gue jadi bagian penting lho di organisasi kampus gue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuxry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  : "Bagus, tapi ingat emang baik jadi orang yang penting tapi yang lebih penting Don jadi orang yang baik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106537861076991358?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106537861076991358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106537861076991358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106537861076991358' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106519375802379952</id><published>2003-10-03T22:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T22:20:56.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.scarleteen.com/body/images/penis2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;LIFE IS LIKE A DICK, CUZ IF IT GETS HARD SO FUCK IT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106519375802379952?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106519375802379952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106519375802379952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106519375802379952' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106377714198001119</id><published>2003-09-17T12:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T12:49:16.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#135543"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty of Being Myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem without meaning (for you)&lt;br /&gt;The theme is full of nothing (for you)&lt;br /&gt;I am glad you ignore it&lt;br /&gt;Cause I do not want you to know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen, you are not me&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed to be me &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106377714198001119?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106377714198001119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106377714198001119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106377714198001119' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106352603028226134</id><published>2003-09-14T14:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T15:05:12.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#188623"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;welcome back to life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: "many people will walk in and out of your life,but only true friends will leave a footprints in your heart,even a small star shines on the darkness,see you soon.."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106352603028226134?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106352603028226134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106352603028226134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106352603028226134' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106276609818469088</id><published>2003-09-05T19:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T10:12:45.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#456234"&gt;"Mother, Father, Sister, Brother and the people I love"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#456234"&gt;"I shame to say that I'm too longing, I need all of you here"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106276609818469088?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106276609818469088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106276609818469088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106276609818469088' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106239772391497004</id><published>2003-09-01T13:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T13:29:15.806+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#666eee"&gt;"Brian Cachia"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.briancachia.com/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106239772391497004?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106239772391497004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106239772391497004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106239772391497004' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106216660226440459</id><published>2003-08-29T21:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T13:25:53.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#666eee"&gt;"Please, meet my mentor"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dt.org/jpegs/pics/eddie8_thumb.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106216660226440459?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106216660226440459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106216660226440459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106216660226440459' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106166630988713896</id><published>2003-08-24T02:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T21:11:00.090+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For Fun and Living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those&lt;br /&gt;Motherfuckers&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find some pussies to be fucked&lt;br /&gt;In that black deep hole for the dick&lt;br /&gt;They think every bitch is a whore&lt;br /&gt;Well, some assholes never learn&lt;br /&gt;That maybe they do not need to fuck but some tits to be licked&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck son of bitches are trying to discover&lt;br /&gt;But, it is a good idea to discover the mystery of sex&lt;br /&gt;Sex for living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Knowing Better but Getting Weaker and Slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing divides into many and creates much more. Who walk slowly will get the first in getting the truth and the opposite who get hurry will stick and turn back and notice the slower is in good spirits. The faster meets the stones first and clashes them, and then he sees the slower is walking carefully after him. The slower keeps smiling and the faster looks so drained. The slower walks toward him and smiling and then he walks once more on the same road, the faster becomes the slower and require a time to heal his wounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live the long road. Can I home?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi saya terjerumus ke dalam kestatisan hidup yang menyebabkan kejenuhan. Lucunya lagi hal menjemukan itu disebabkan oleh suatu hal yang tidak pantas saya alami beberapa waktu kemarin. Terlalu cepat mungkin roda ini berputar atau terlalu lambat saya mengikuti perputaran roda ini. Bingung, percuma tapi kalau saya bingung. Kenapa itu percuma? Saya pikir mungkin jika terus bingung hanya akan menyebabkan depresi. Kebingungan itu mungkin akan menyebabkan saya malas melakukan perubahan yang seharusnya dilakukan. Satu hal penting lagi, jika saya telah mengalami kebingungan dan keputus asaan akan muncul hal yang paling membuat saya menjadi anti sosial karena telah mengkerdilkan jiwa saya. Jiwa kerdil itu akan menghadapkan saya pada kebuntuan baru yaitu tidak adanya tolenrasi yang irasional yang terselubungi oleh kelicikan dan katidak sehatan saya dalm menjalani kompetisi kehidupan. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106166630988713896?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106166630988713896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106166630988713896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106166630988713896' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106129100348488857</id><published>2003-08-19T18:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T17:05:34.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#666eee"&gt;My Park&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 Old Years Man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And brings it to their Lovely Park &lt;br /&gt;The park was beginning to be unfertile&lt;br /&gt;The park seems so broken up&lt;br /&gt;Cracking up&lt;br /&gt;The park needs some DDT&lt;br /&gt;Needs some cures&lt;br /&gt;Cause being coursed by 44 Old Years Man &lt;br /&gt;What a shame,&lt;br /&gt;He builds&lt;br /&gt;He breaks&lt;br /&gt;What a shame,&lt;br /&gt;He is the 44 Old Years Man&lt;br /&gt;What a nice,&lt;br /&gt;He is still our 44 Old Years Man &lt;br /&gt;Till’ our Lovely Park find its way &lt;br /&gt;Till’ our Lovely Park is helpless&lt;br /&gt;Till’ it’s over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Link of My Maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge me like a baby&lt;br /&gt;Watch me rigidly&lt;br /&gt;Paint me with full of colors &lt;br /&gt;Teach me like a monk&lt;br /&gt;The bad wheatear on its way&lt;br /&gt;But means noting for my everything&lt;br /&gt;I begin to cry &lt;br /&gt;Cause I see my heart do fake smile&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, my shape on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Other Plants in the Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is in transition, and another is very green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, Around Me, My own Misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;You could see it, don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;You could walk from high&lt;br /&gt;And step to the edge &lt;br /&gt;You still can see my body&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you walk to my face with an inch apart us?&lt;br /&gt;See closely&lt;br /&gt;You wont know anything about me inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A leaf is hanging around on the strong stem&lt;br /&gt;But the wind always tries to make she falls&lt;br /&gt;I live in on the other stem&lt;br /&gt;Can do nothing cause the wind is too strong&lt;br /&gt;However, all the leaves on this tree will fall&lt;br /&gt;And when my leaf falls,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait my moment to fall to live in the other tree&lt;br /&gt;With her&lt;br /&gt;Keep it green my leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a Link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy walking naked to the fake&lt;br /&gt;Master of fake makes him becomes a man&lt;br /&gt;He knows a thing or a person, which relates with one thing&lt;br /&gt;And what he knows relates with the other &lt;br /&gt;And never stop till end&lt;br /&gt;One day, he said abruptly, “what am I?”&lt;br /&gt;And the writer said, you are a link like the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Life is Like a Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child plays in the park&lt;br /&gt;Running, yelling, looks happy&lt;br /&gt;But what happen next,&lt;br /&gt;He falled&lt;br /&gt;And he is injured&lt;br /&gt;Whose fault?&lt;br /&gt;He is the one who is fault&lt;br /&gt;He didn't play carefully&lt;br /&gt;He was careless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106129100348488857?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106129100348488857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106129100348488857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106129100348488857' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106118331551319420</id><published>2003-08-18T12:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T17:59:05.020+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Hardest Thing to Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not being a handsome or beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It is not being a rich or famous&lt;br /&gt;It is not being a strong or great&lt;br /&gt;it is not being you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is about a person who can accepts, faces, gives every thing with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;That is the one&lt;br /&gt;And the only one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106118331551319420?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106118331551319420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106118331551319420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106118331551319420' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106117812837345674</id><published>2003-08-18T10:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T11:54:41.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Static Flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in this morning&lt;br /&gt;Seems every thing is samming&lt;br /&gt;Side by  side is no different&lt;br /&gt;Ennui is the only differennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ennui grows bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;Stomps his feet on me&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I just can sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I can write&lt;br /&gt;On a sheet of white&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying this time, but what!&lt;br /&gt;I am runing of mind and white&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687021-106117812837345674?l=cuxry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106117812837345674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687021/posts/default/106117812837345674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuxry.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106117812837345674' title=''/><author><name>Cuxry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824016524861901616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687021.post-106109628302461381</id><published>2003-08-17T11:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T11:58:03.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>---AWAL, SEPANJANG DAN AKHIR PERJALANAN---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya menangis di awal hidup&lt;br /&gt;Dunia pun tertawa&lt;br /&gt;Tangisan dan keceriaan sepanjang saya berjalan&lt;br /&gt;Di akhir perjalanan&lt;br /&gt;Dunia menangis dan saya tertawa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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