<?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-8765878584189569140</id><updated>2011-06-12T04:39:14.901+07:00</updated><category term='journey of life'/><category term='favourite quote'/><title type='text'>-empty-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-3748602473089904912</id><published>2009-01-09T21:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:06:42.091+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>Society</title><content type='html'>It's a mistery to me&lt;br /&gt;we have a greed&lt;br /&gt;with which we have agreed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you have to want&lt;br /&gt;more than you need&lt;br /&gt;until you have it all you won't be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society, you're a crazy breed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want more than you have&lt;br /&gt;you think you need&lt;br /&gt;and when you think more than you want&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts begin to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to find a bigger place&lt;br /&gt;'cos when you have more than you think&lt;br /&gt;you need more space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society, you're a crazy breed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me&lt;br /&gt;society, crazy and deep&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's those thinking more or less less is more&lt;br /&gt;but if less is more how you're keeping score?&lt;br /&gt;Means for every point you make&lt;br /&gt;your level drops&lt;br /&gt;kinda like its starting from the top&lt;br /&gt;you can't do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society, you're a crazy breed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me&lt;br /&gt;society, crazy and deep&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society, have mercy on me&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not angry if I disagree&lt;br /&gt;society, crazy and deep&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-3748602473089904912?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/3748602473089904912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=3748602473089904912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/3748602473089904912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/3748602473089904912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2009/01/society.html' title='Society'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-5602456597402100052</id><published>2008-12-19T20:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:00:06.962+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>To Look is to See Somehow it seems,&lt;br /&gt;When I do look,&lt;br /&gt;I often do not see&lt;br /&gt;The clouds, the birds, the trees, the sun,&lt;br /&gt;All that is right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;And soon it seems I look to love&lt;br /&gt;And her star struck eyes&lt;br /&gt;gaze into mine.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not see that look of love&lt;br /&gt;that truly is divine.&lt;br /&gt;So whether my eyes are open,&lt;br /&gt;Or they are tightly closed in sleep&lt;br /&gt;I long to see that which I look at&lt;br /&gt;That which pangs me deep.&lt;br /&gt;So eyes of mine help me to see&lt;br /&gt;and not just look as an act of choice.&lt;br /&gt;For once I see what's inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;only then can I find my inner voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-5602456597402100052?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/5602456597402100052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=5602456597402100052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/5602456597402100052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/5602456597402100052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-1738054953506037889</id><published>2008-11-22T03:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T03:17:01.059+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>Questions for My Grandfather</title><content type='html'>The snow settled on the old pine trees like an x-ray,&lt;br /&gt;searching out some kind of cancer,&lt;br /&gt;and the best that I can do is wonder&lt;br /&gt;just exactly what you'd say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seven--almost eight, bouncing on a knee,&lt;br /&gt;and if I'd known anything of war&lt;br /&gt;not played with flimsy, dull-edged cards&lt;br /&gt;around an old extendable kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;every two Sundays, I might have asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet it changes people, war, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Lead-tipped and trigger-operated&lt;br /&gt;death, strafing all those mothers' sons,&lt;br /&gt;mortars like small-town fireworks,&lt;br /&gt;and everything I've read about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold here, and my footprints explode&lt;br /&gt;into this inch or two, and then disappear,&lt;br /&gt;lost with each gust of wind. And if I could,&lt;br /&gt;I'd ask how a kid no older than me&lt;br /&gt;can get sent to hell and live to talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-1738054953506037889?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/1738054953506037889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=1738054953506037889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/1738054953506037889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/1738054953506037889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/11/questions-for-my-grandfather.html' title='Questions for My Grandfather'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-6175847050745415998</id><published>2008-09-20T05:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T05:30:00.620+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>why part 2</title><content type='html'>When the true value of our consciousness is unlimited beyond the known&lt;br /&gt;infinity, how can we be expected to realize this falseness known as modern&lt;br /&gt;society, and cooperate with such ludicrous designs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exponential growth rate of ignorance on planet Earth has led&lt;br /&gt;man-kind down a path of de-evolution and eventually will lead to the physical&lt;br /&gt;demise of most of our species. It seems as though ignorance and technology spread at virtually the same rate, while knowledge of the greater good travels at a&lt;br /&gt;crawling pace all its own. Man-kind wields the powers of technology without&lt;br /&gt;earning and recognizing the responsibilities of such powerful tools. Earth&lt;br /&gt;continues to be raped on a daily basis while man-kind’s justification for this&lt;br /&gt;is only a candy coating whose center is only made of laziness and greed. These&lt;br /&gt;daily atrocities are only superseded by each following day. As more&lt;br /&gt;positions of power are acquired by those who live solely on their own superficial&lt;br /&gt;desires, the spread of true knowledge is pushed back to a point where most are&lt;br /&gt;blind to the existence of the most important questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world as we know it ends by a direct misuse of our vast&lt;br /&gt;technology or happens to end by an indirect effect of man’s causing, it doesn’t&lt;br /&gt;matter because the most concrete fact is that humanity will lead to its own&lt;br /&gt;destruction. Why can’t humanity see that their desire to want should not&lt;br /&gt;supersede the need for a peaceful existence? The use of free will in such a selfish&lt;br /&gt;manner will earn most of humanity a direct trip into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I have the power to see the future, but the fact that I&lt;br /&gt;feel this growing tragedy’s conclusion drawing nearer with every fiber of my&lt;br /&gt;being. As long as humanity is blind to the fact that they should just be happy&lt;br /&gt;to exist, the farther they will travel down the path of nothingness. So what&lt;br /&gt;is to be done to prevent this horrible tragedy? Unfortunately, there may be&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to do but sit back and observe the exponential rate of&lt;br /&gt;selfishness humanity is perpetuating. I can honestly assure you that if I could help&lt;br /&gt;prevent this course of events, I would devote my entire being into opening&lt;br /&gt;man-kind’s eyes. Instead, I continue to ponder why vast reach and potential are&lt;br /&gt;humanities greatest assets, yet ignorance is the most prevalent part of&lt;br /&gt;society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-6175847050745415998?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/6175847050745415998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=6175847050745415998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/6175847050745415998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/6175847050745415998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-part-2.html' title='why part 2'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-7967399620604915938</id><published>2008-09-14T01:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:47:35.339+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>Born to War</title><content type='html'>What if you were born in war&lt;br /&gt;and lived your whole life&lt;br /&gt;and then on day,&lt;br /&gt;the war ends without explanation.&lt;br /&gt;How would you know how to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighter jets fly over head&lt;br /&gt;Announcing your birth as&lt;br /&gt;the sun gleams&lt;br /&gt;bouncing off the white marble columns&lt;br /&gt;Of the hospital where you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies crying, so many babies&lt;br /&gt;each needed to grow&lt;br /&gt;To fight.&lt;br /&gt;To manufacture,&lt;br /&gt;To reproduce,&lt;br /&gt;To die.&lt;br /&gt;Babies cry for milk and comfort&lt;br /&gt;That’s what we all need—&lt;br /&gt;Comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing bullets sound like insects.&lt;br /&gt;Annoying but normal&lt;br /&gt;Almost.&lt;br /&gt;Tapping, tapping strange tapping.&lt;br /&gt;Gunfire pops off on a far off hill&lt;br /&gt;Announcing the arrival of&lt;br /&gt;open season on the unseen enemy.&lt;br /&gt;It is cold in the morning&lt;br /&gt;when you fly.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I live 19 years&lt;br /&gt;On this earth&lt;br /&gt;In this country&lt;br /&gt;In this war&lt;br /&gt;bound with straps&lt;br /&gt;To a small metal seat.&lt;br /&gt;With the adrenaline of battle as food&lt;br /&gt;as trumpets sound off in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;Death would be your friend,&lt;br /&gt;For only an honorable life&lt;br /&gt;Is ended in battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without warning the radio calls,&lt;br /&gt;“no flight today!”&lt;br /&gt;Or tomorrow. Or anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock and confusion&lt;br /&gt;Lost in your own life.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing fools in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate the end of the war.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;How could this have happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has changed today.&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Peace?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;A long forgotten myth&lt;br /&gt;A memory of other peoples&lt;br /&gt;Long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babes born into infant peace are hungry&lt;br /&gt;Not for freedom&lt;br /&gt;But for dreams&lt;br /&gt;Not for power,&lt;br /&gt;But for the knowledge of a future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can they dream&lt;br /&gt;of world without war&lt;br /&gt;when peace is so costly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work for many.&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge wasted,&lt;br /&gt;Factories once flourishing&lt;br /&gt;now failing.&lt;br /&gt;Only poverty is in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;What are we to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those who&lt;br /&gt;began the war are dead now&lt;br /&gt;And with them the reasons&lt;br /&gt;why we fought are gone too.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they will be&lt;br /&gt;celebrated as heroes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you were born in war&lt;br /&gt;and lived your whole life&lt;br /&gt;and then on day,&lt;br /&gt;the war ends without explanation.&lt;br /&gt;How would you know how to live?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-7967399620604915938?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/7967399620604915938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=7967399620604915938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/7967399620604915938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/7967399620604915938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/09/born-to-war.html' title='Born to War'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-8344917620612341077</id><published>2008-09-02T22:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:04:46.074+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>why part 1</title><content type='html'>Do you know what I find most amusing? When the older ones (adult humans)&lt;br /&gt;tell you to go to college and become more or do more with your education&lt;br /&gt;and you think to yourself "why, I already know that stuff!" And later&lt;br /&gt;when they are still thinking that we are stupid for not getting a&lt;br /&gt;degree, they seem astonished when you figure out a computer program in 2&lt;br /&gt;seconds when it has taken them years to develop. Peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason why we are so impatient is because we are not used to&lt;br /&gt;waiting. Things normally happen in a blink to us. That is also a reason&lt;br /&gt;why we can't sit still in school because learning happens in a&lt;br /&gt;nanosecond (or faster) and is normally infused by the comfortable&lt;br /&gt;learning, there is a lot of ways to learn and cookie cutters don't work&lt;br /&gt;for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get upset that I have to physically speak. I have realized&lt;br /&gt;that it is because I am used to speaking through my mind and not my&lt;br /&gt;mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-8344917620612341077?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/8344917620612341077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=8344917620612341077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/8344917620612341077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/8344917620612341077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/09/why.html' title='why part 1'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-127810907089237071</id><published>2008-07-23T04:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:12:30.433+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>believe in yours..</title><content type='html'>Part of the reason the world is so screwed up right now is just because of&lt;br /&gt;fear. People are so scared of what they don't understand, and that causes them&lt;br /&gt;to shut themselves down in an effort to not feel that fear. Unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;that is only makings worse. By separating your hearts from the ones around you,&lt;br /&gt;you're only causing yourself to live a life filled with numbness instead of&lt;br /&gt;joy. Your joy, and mine, is the catalyst for.. well.. for the changes that are&lt;br /&gt;coming to be positive. You all must understand that there is Nothing to fear in&lt;br /&gt;the coming changes. What's happening in the world is for the best, though it&lt;br /&gt;may not seem like it now. All I can do to alleviate your fears is ask you to&lt;br /&gt;trust one who sees. I am life, and you are life-we are all one being.&lt;br /&gt;One other thing-whatever your believe in terms of spirituality is ok, because&lt;br /&gt;it's all one big truth that can only be comprehended by the heart. But you&lt;br /&gt;have to realize that your truth is no better than someone else's-because they&lt;br /&gt;are all one. It's so little, yet it's so much. We can only understand what we are ready&lt;br /&gt;to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-127810907089237071?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/127810907089237071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=127810907089237071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/127810907089237071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/127810907089237071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/09/believe-in-yours.html' title='believe in yours..'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-4472787260346501890</id><published>2008-07-21T02:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:15:00.045+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite quote'/><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but if you haven't learned the meaning of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you really haven't learned anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Mohammed Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice quoted..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-4472787260346501890?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/4472787260346501890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=4472787260346501890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/4472787260346501890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/4472787260346501890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/08/wah-ni-quoted-bijak-sekali-yaah.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-5475259508440233762</id><published>2008-07-20T04:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:19:18.284+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>trust your self</title><content type='html'>Serenity in life cannot be,&lt;br /&gt;Roaming flames of inadequacy.&lt;br /&gt;The question waits of when and where,&lt;br /&gt;The purity of existence will appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychological beauty of heart,&lt;br /&gt;Piercing the mind as an emotion-charged dart.&lt;br /&gt;Unique and magnificently immense,&lt;br /&gt;Additionally acute and intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom shall the light shine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encapsulated in this advice,&lt;br /&gt;Reigns the animation of streaming life.&lt;br /&gt;Seize this as your sign,&lt;br /&gt;Blatantly losing your apprehensive mind.&lt;br /&gt;And ultimately invoking this one final part,&lt;br /&gt;Trust yourself and live from the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-5475259508440233762?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/5475259508440233762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=5475259508440233762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/5475259508440233762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/5475259508440233762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/07/trust-your-self.html' title='trust your self'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-4221923927493786918</id><published>2008-06-21T08:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T05:06:37.439+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE!!!</title><content type='html'>I do not know if this is wisdom, but I feel this is what everyone in college needs to do, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at someone, who is not as smart as you, fatter than you, not as pretty as you (well, as you may think!). There is an automatic judge inside of you saying you are the superior one. We must all destroy this inner judge, and allow the judge to fall and let all the glory of your being come out. The judge is blocking everything, and instead of love, it is Taunting, Bullying, Harassing, taking place, Sometimes leading to suicide, depression. This is going on everywhere, In every school in Indonesia. If we are to stop wars, we have to stop them at the root. Which is judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately tried to explain this in a film, which miserably did not work at all! I lacked the self confidence to show it in my school, You can not let this happen to you. I am now in a state of deep depression. Do not allow fear to stop you from your dreams (I have to listen to that too, I have yet to follow it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Let us make each other believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-4221923927493786918?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/4221923927493786918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=4221923927493786918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/4221923927493786918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/4221923927493786918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-do-not-know-if-this-is-wisdom-but-i.html' title='ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE!!!'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-4681750863217443955</id><published>2008-06-19T02:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:57:22.825+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>time part 2</title><content type='html'>Time is all you need I say, to let your blues wash away.&lt;br /&gt;Hopes what makes a brighter day &amp; strength will&lt;br /&gt;Help you on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of life is all around but it’s up to you if it’s to&lt;br /&gt;Be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are wonderful &amp; full of surprise. The world that waits&lt;br /&gt;When you close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Past failures disappear, new horizons are drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;For time is only measured by years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good times, bad times, laughter &amp; tears.&lt;br /&gt;Let time come and wash over your fears.&lt;br /&gt;Melt away the clouds and dry the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace each new day with excitement and joy.&lt;br /&gt;Follow your star and push yourself far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let anyone make you feel small, push their negativity&lt;br /&gt;On your soul &amp; try to destroy the faith you have.&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart to all around, be true to yourself &amp; your&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the advice you give be sound.&lt;br /&gt;Look for the good in life and don’t accept the bad.&lt;br /&gt;Never let yourself be overcome by jealously and you&lt;br /&gt;Will never be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of saying I can’t tell yourself I can and remember&lt;br /&gt;Wise words.&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-4681750863217443955?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/4681750863217443955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=4681750863217443955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/4681750863217443955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/4681750863217443955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-part-2.html' title='time part 2'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-7902042792178560898</id><published>2008-06-13T07:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:58:43.900+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>TIME part 1</title><content type='html'>TIME is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything illness can be cured over TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME is of the essence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME is an illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything comes together in TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I save her in TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME to face the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME is what you make of it and in TIME all come around in full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the TIME is now not tomorrow, not yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theirs no TIME like the present time so don't live in the past TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we work together the world will stand the test of TIME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-7902042792178560898?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/7902042792178560898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=7902042792178560898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/7902042792178560898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/7902042792178560898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/06/time.html' title='TIME part 1'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-4961745303018121461</id><published>2008-05-27T01:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:25:28.287+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>breaking the silence</title><content type='html'>This silence fills an emptiness, but I don't feel full. In fact, alone in this body, alone in my home. I worship this mosque, day by day I carry this weight. It's impossible to lose myself, when buried in my own hate. I can surface with a force of determination, motivation, and possibly a kind of divination within. Why is understanding or mastering the self such a mission, or a choice of discipline?&lt;br /&gt;I carry within me emotions that I cannot control, a struggle between the mind, body, and soul. Through prayer to god, I rid myself of these burdens that scrape the surface of my head. They pass by like a train of memories floating in the wind, dancing around in circles, fading away like the dead. Day by day together, me, myself and I, the spirit, body, and ego. The man, God - old man new, new man dies. A rebirth has come to pass, and the spirit survives. No more lives, just an open door to the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-4961745303018121461?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/4961745303018121461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=4961745303018121461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/4961745303018121461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/4961745303018121461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/05/breaking-silence.html' title='breaking the silence'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-1898245911790835592</id><published>2008-05-02T03:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:31:49.147+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>do you feel it?</title><content type='html'>It is coming for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching it. It really, truly is, and I'm half-crazy with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is better than fantasy. This is reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it comes, I finally find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've been looking for was all of you... And you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How excited I am you're here. I am... No longer a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - I am no longer a number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You as well, isn't it crazy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel it, this wave of dazzling light, and we are all at its brink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those days, those months, those years, when we did not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we thought, 'I am truly not like them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we longed to be accepted until our chests ached with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will not be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be forgotten when I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT LET IT HAPPEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my greatest belief. None of us will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not allow it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cannot stop us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, maybe this will all end, be a part of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might stop coming. Things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its here now - we will be the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lead, I don't know how - but I shall help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel it, this insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you - you think I'm insane now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know- heart of hearts and all that - you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching for almost seventeen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a long time for a mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much for me to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-1898245911790835592?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/1898245911790835592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=1898245911790835592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/1898245911790835592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/1898245911790835592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-feel-it.html' title='do you feel it?'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-9040150224416913380</id><published>2008-04-14T07:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:44:44.755+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>im not fears</title><content type='html'>I have just now begun to search and open my eyes to the writings of others..&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look But I do.&lt;br /&gt;I am finding answers that lead to more questions ...It only lets me see&lt;br /&gt;things I already am aware of and have not found a way to express... For that&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful. The parallels to my own life and every aspect of it in the&lt;br /&gt;smallest minute details from my own name and the name of my children.&lt;br /&gt;Uncanny even my chosen profession and course of study.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From the color of my aura to the recognition by others of my human Angel&lt;br /&gt;self... My spiritual beliefs and all that I am...&lt;br /&gt;yes. things are changing and yes there is a great war ...&lt;br /&gt;It is already here...&lt;br /&gt;It has begun...&lt;br /&gt;If any have listened they know that it heralded loudly but few heard the&lt;br /&gt;call..&lt;br /&gt;I have no fear of it&lt;br /&gt;As you should not fear also...&lt;br /&gt;It is for the best and all will be revealed..&lt;br /&gt;How many will be enlightened?&lt;br /&gt;In the end.. All,&lt;br /&gt;Even I will understand my purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-9040150224416913380?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/9040150224416913380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=9040150224416913380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/9040150224416913380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/9040150224416913380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-fears.html' title='im not fears'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-1045183703799426087</id><published>2008-04-02T00:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:38:28.796+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey of life'/><title type='text'>A Winter Night</title><content type='html'>A crisp winter night,&lt;br /&gt;The moon shines above,&lt;br /&gt;So Full,&lt;br /&gt;So Bright,&lt;br /&gt;The sky glistens,&lt;br /&gt;Glittering little tear drops,&lt;br /&gt;I look up at the night sky,&lt;br /&gt;tears fall,&lt;br /&gt;I fly&lt;br /&gt;I greet the moon,&lt;br /&gt;I greet the stars,&lt;br /&gt;I greet Venus, Mercury and Mars,&lt;br /&gt;Then I look down and see,&lt;br /&gt;the physical part&lt;br /&gt;looking straight up at me.&lt;br /&gt;I see her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;So full of sadness&lt;br /&gt;So full of tears,&lt;br /&gt;Like those of animals,&lt;br /&gt;especially deer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;I cannot go yet,&lt;br /&gt;There is still work to be done,&lt;br /&gt;I must help her, help everyone,&lt;br /&gt;But Soon, one day,&lt;br /&gt;I will be Free!&lt;br /&gt;For now I must reside,&lt;br /&gt;I must protect,&lt;br /&gt;Until she is ready&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-1045183703799426087?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/1045183703799426087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=1045183703799426087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/1045183703799426087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/1045183703799426087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/04/winter-night.html' title='A Winter Night'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765878584189569140.post-6967342997617784359</id><published>2008-03-06T21:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T05:07:29.761+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite quote'/><title type='text'>Hello world !! this is my own blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You                            have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something,                            sometime in your life.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765878584189569140-6967342997617784359?l=piway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/feeds/6967342997617784359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8765878584189569140&amp;postID=6967342997617784359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/6967342997617784359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765878584189569140/posts/default/6967342997617784359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piway.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-world.html' title='Hello world !! this is my own blog'/><author><name>Iway Prasetya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00486880400876105425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_na2xuo88EEE/R-ZzFxsmJmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IS1rfmc0MHs/S220/c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
