<?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-16794443</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:12:43.157+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revealing Agung Indrajit</title><subtitle type='html'>Imagine this blog is a mouth and the words represent our moody soul... Something will come out... could be something as crowd as one plain white paper or as silent as artificial disaster.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-8041626590194706631</id><published>2007-04-08T04:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T05:15:37.699+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Teacher+Dark Doctors+Dark Law Enforcers+Dark Student=IPDN</title><content type='html'>IPDN = func{Guru Sesat, Dokter Sesat, Polisi Sesat, Siswa Sesat}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya buat nulis yang kek begini nih.. males banget.. sumpah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar adil, gue beberin dulu deh background gue. SMA gue dulu di SMA 70 bulungan angkatan Legiun. Dulu mah sebelum terkenal sama rombongan artisnya trus sama jadi sekolah favorit, SMA 70 terkenal tuh sama berantemnya. SMA 70 Bulungan itu gabungan dari SMA 9 dan SMA 11 atas prakarya dari Menhan waktu itu (bayangin... ngapain Menhan ngikut2 urus SMA kalo bukan gara2 ribut tawuran terus). ada baeknya elu cek diri dah di &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/SMA_Negeri_70_Jakarta"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMA gue itu pas jaman2 akhir 1980an sampai pertengahan 1990an hampir seperti IPDN kecil2an lah.. untungnya ngga sampai se-fatal STPDN/IPDN (mungkin gara2 waktunya ngga sampe malem trus ngga ada asrama). Penyiksaan oleh senior kepada yunior biasanya terjadi di kantin, WC, atau pas sepulang sekolah.. dengan catatan bukan dalam musim ulangan, bukan dalam masa2 sebelum Ebtanas/UMPTN, tidak ada anak STM yang menyerang atau tidak ada laporan pencegatan bis. Kalau ada, biasanya kita bersatu dan lupa ribut antara siswa SMA 70. Biasa.. prime time tawuran setiap hari Jum'at atau Sabtu. Ini yang gue bingung, banyak STM yang bahkan kita belum tau itu lokasi nya dimana tapi tau2 nyerang ke Bulungan. Mungkin aja SMA gue jadi tempat mereka ujian.. hehehehe... walau dengan banyak berkorban, anak2 STM itu tetep aja nekat menyerang. Bukannya takabur.. waktu itu kita se-angkatan sampai dengan 18 kelas atau 900 orang atau 450 cowok atau 200 peserta tawuran potensial. Dengan total kekuatan 1 brigade pemukul (600 orang) dan 1 brigade cadangan 1350 sebagai penahan. 1350 legiuner sebagai satu pasukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah.. kira2 gitu deh.. situasi kita waktu itu di dalam. Waktu itu, siapapun yang jadi kelas dua adalah musuh bersama, jadi bisa dibilang angkatan di SMA 70 terpisah secara alamiah dengan pembeda ganjil dan genap. Masa2 opresif ini sampai dua tahun.. lama juga ya... Tapi diakhiri dengan manis oleh upacara kudeta, yaitu hari yang ditentukan secara mendadak untuk menghajar anak kelas tiga (yang baru lulus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kelar SMA, gue cabut ke Bandung, ke jurusan Teknik Geodesi ITB. IMG adalah penyelenggara paling maut untuk OSPEK di ITB. Kunyuk2 disiksa, dipermalukan, dibuat capek selama 1 semester dengan tuuan menimbulkan keakraban dan militansi (ceritanya untuk melawan rezim Suharto). Kurang ajarnya, OSPEK jurusan Teknik Geodesi belum ada korban jiwa (amit2 moga2 ga ada).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, akhirnya kepakai juga OSPEK itu buat demo tahun 1996-1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.. gue ngantuk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-8041626590194706631?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/8041626590194706631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=8041626590194706631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/8041626590194706631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/8041626590194706631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2007/04/dark-teacherdark-doctorsdark-law.html' title='Dark Teacher+Dark Doctors+Dark Law Enforcers+Dark Student=IPDN'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-116635446901011121</id><published>2006-12-17T18:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:22:23.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>10. Sex Math</title><content type='html'>having sex is a math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(+) bed&lt;br /&gt;(add the bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) clothes&lt;br /&gt;(subtract the clothes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/) legs&lt;br /&gt;(divide the legs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=)&lt;br /&gt;(leave your solution)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x)&lt;br /&gt;(pray you dont multiply!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-116635446901011121?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/116635446901011121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=116635446901011121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/116635446901011121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/116635446901011121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2006/12/10-sex-math.html' title='10. Sex Math'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-115938421881432234</id><published>2006-09-28T02:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T02:12:49.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'>9. Man, Woman, and something in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROMANCE MATHEMATICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = marriage&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OFFICE ARITHMETIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + smart employee = profit&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + dumb employee = production&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHOPPING MATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GENERAL EQUATIONS &amp; STATISTICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LONGEVITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PROPENSITY TO CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-115938421881432234?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/115938421881432234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=115938421881432234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115938421881432234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115938421881432234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2006/09/9-man-woman-and-something-in-between.html' title='9. Man, Woman, and something in between'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-115667992351755826</id><published>2006-08-27T18:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:58:43.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>8. Here is the true sentence of me actually</title><content type='html'>I always get what I want or die in trying to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-115667992351755826?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/115667992351755826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=115667992351755826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115667992351755826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115667992351755826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2006/08/8-here-is-true-sentence-of-me-actually.html' title='8. Here is the true sentence of me actually'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-115628997103298349</id><published>2006-08-23T06:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T06:39:31.043+07:00</updated><title type='text'>7. Independence Day Outside Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbiIZ3xRuks"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbiIZ3xRuks" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-115628997103298349?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/115628997103298349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=115628997103298349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115628997103298349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115628997103298349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2006/08/7-independence-day-outside-indonesia.html' title='7. Independence Day Outside Indonesia'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-115576139388812969</id><published>2006-08-17T03:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T04:03:14.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>6. What I am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/769/1604/1600/sufi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/769/1604/200/sufi.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a passer by. &lt;br /&gt;You won't know me, &lt;br /&gt;You won't recognize me, &lt;br /&gt;You won't even notice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do you good things and small favors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're starting to notice it, i am already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody passing my way. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe someday when I pass your way?...&lt;br /&gt;well.... &lt;br /&gt;we will meet any other way, &lt;br /&gt;someday, anyway...uhm...whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-115576139388812969?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/115576139388812969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=115576139388812969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115576139388812969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115576139388812969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2006/08/6-what-i-am.html' title='6. What I am!'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-115557365089434303</id><published>2006-08-14T23:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:14:04.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'>5. This suppose to be landed at the end of July 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crosslink at July 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4jmLmzRvHM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4jmLmzRvHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience and compassionate lead me to nothing,&lt;br /&gt;memory betrayed me and my heart,&lt;br /&gt;great burden sliping into my soul inside, pressing very hard,&lt;br /&gt;everything now is way too diferent from what's in my mind before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is the lover, honestly? &lt;br /&gt;is she different from one that occupied my mind for many years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am and i thought time had set me free,&lt;br /&gt;but those thought of you keep taunting me.&lt;br /&gt;consuming everything inside and leave nothing... mercy me please.&lt;br /&gt;oh.. i have tried so hard to make the best of it for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will this be end?&lt;br /&gt;else, i have confined myself until the end of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i have to turn to way which will drive me to the place where i don't belong there&lt;br /&gt;yet, in this 'paripurna', miracle have sacrified me for someone else,&lt;br /&gt;little hope that i've bought with many years of my life is burnt to asses,&lt;br /&gt;the path she took is not coincide with mine.&lt;br /&gt;oh.. by it, every part of me has done everything to ease this pain,but they're still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do if some bad thing happen with her?&lt;br /&gt;while here, its seems only pray for her, for what i had and for what i have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-115557365089434303?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/115557365089434303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=115557365089434303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115557365089434303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115557365089434303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2006/08/5-this-suppose-to-be-landed-at-end-of.html' title='5. This suppose to be landed at the end of July 2004'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-115543880964558734</id><published>2006-08-13T10:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:35:21.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'>4. This suppose to be flew in year 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/769/1604/1600/rumi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/769/1604/320/rumi4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE  Intellectual - Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The intellectual is always showing off;&lt;br /&gt;    the lover is always getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning;&lt;br /&gt;    the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Intellectuals plan their repose;&lt;br /&gt;    overs are ashamed to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The lover is always alone, even surrounded with people;&lt;br /&gt;    like water and oil, he remains apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover gets nothing.&lt;br /&gt;    He's mocked by passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Love is like musk.&lt;br /&gt;    It attracts attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Love is a tree, and lovers are its shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietness - Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside this new love, die.&lt;br /&gt;Your way begins on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Become the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Take an axe to the prison wall.&lt;br /&gt;Escape.&lt;br /&gt;Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.&lt;br /&gt;Do it now.&lt;br /&gt;You're covered with thick cloud.&lt;br /&gt;Slide out the side. &lt;br /&gt;Die, and be quiet. &lt;br /&gt;Quietness is the surest sign&lt;br /&gt;that you've died.&lt;br /&gt;Your old life was a frantic running&lt;br /&gt;from silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speechless full moon&lt;br /&gt;comes out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-115543880964558734?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/115543880964558734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=115543880964558734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115543880964558734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/115543880964558734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2006/08/4-this-suppose-to-be-flew-in-year-2004_13.html' title='4. This suppose to be flew in year 2004'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-112797268713785548</id><published>2005-09-29T12:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:32:59.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'>3. Can't put my name into a backpack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/769/1604/1600/PIAA054sm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/769/1604/320/PIAA054sm2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes, I have questionized my parent why they named me after 'the son of rahwana' (rahvan: relentless and king of terroring giant from Ramayana of Valmiki, India)?.” They gave answers, which is bad and inconsistent answers. In Indonesia, last name is not always be a family name, especially people who come from Java, Bali, and most of part of Sumatra. Worth to be noticed that Nusantara (Indonesian Archipelago) and India do have close and long relationship, merely like brothers to each others and need more than a library to tell their story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-112797268713785548?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/112797268713785548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=112797268713785548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/112797268713785548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/112797268713785548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2005/09/3-cant-put-my-name-into-backpack.html' title='3. Can&apos;t put my name into a backpack!'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-112780594856029455</id><published>2005-09-27T14:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:57:00.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy like a dingo!</title><content type='html'>Plenty of idea but don't have enough time to write more than a line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-112780594856029455?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/112780594856029455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=112780594856029455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/112780594856029455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/112780594856029455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2005/09/busy-like-dingo.html' title='Busy like a dingo!'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-112685736330781196</id><published>2005-09-16T14:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:44:37.033+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1. Unpack my history from old adidas box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/769/1604/1600/indrajit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/769/1604/320/indrajit2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last.. After 12 striking years of greyish uncertainty filling in my chest from every hole of my body, I can inhale much, maybe a little better of clean air, air of Cibinong County. This area approximately 35 kilometers away from southern part of Jakarta, which is used to be my home and corrupted city. Cibinong County is firmly located within Province of West Java, is a perfect place for me to make deep in thought of my past more deeper. I could not agree if some says thinking and revealing fogs of someone’s past is easy. It’s really hard to laugh at our failures and to reclassify our successes. But changing things that guide us surviving this life ... is the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty of ways to adapt our changing environment. I have my own customize ways to make peace with our limitation along with facing challange, I did it just simply put them in an appropriate box then keep them not to jump into another box so I can improve them at best timing and condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sharing my story chronologically to you all in part or chapter out of my old adidas box, hopefully will enrich you with my unique experiences include with every curves, wrinkles, and turn of life. Feel free to laugh and infuriated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-112685736330781196?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/112685736330781196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=112685736330781196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/112685736330781196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/112685736330781196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2005/09/1-unpack-my-history-from-old-adidas.html' title='1. Unpack my history from old adidas box'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16794443.post-112788712935157074</id><published>2005-09-01T10:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:51:54.483+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a cup of venom with one cube of sugar</title><content type='html'>Old man once said that one's mind could as deep as ocean trench... there's many interesting things could be found beneath it.&lt;br /&gt;at least it took years to know my brain have mislead my heart into bamboozle path…&lt;br /&gt;yeah, my mind could as shallow as a glass of water while love sunk in the bottom of it… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just like a cup of venom with one cube of sugar&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16794443-112788712935157074?l=agungindrajit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/feeds/112788712935157074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16794443&amp;postID=112788712935157074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/112788712935157074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16794443/posts/default/112788712935157074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agungindrajit.blogspot.com/2005/09/cup-of-venom-with-one-cube-of-sugar.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;a cup of venom with one cube of sugar&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Agung Indrajit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569018196174052138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
