<?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-5621587</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:57:43.026+09:00</updated><title type='text'>... di sela-sela gegas gesa</title><subtitle type='html'>media kira-kira</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621587.post-116428754349359386</id><published>2006-11-23T22:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:12:25.030+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetaplah Menari</title><summary type='text'>Dia berputar, di posisi sembilan puluh derajat kepalanya menunduk, asap rokok disekelilingnya menyeruduk seketika ke bagian muka. Sekarang, rambutnya dihempaskan ke udara, matanya terbuka pelan menatap langit-langit, kuning hijau biru merah atau mungkin ada ilusi lainnya yang tidak bisa saya lihat. Dua detik sama dengan delapan ketukan, matanya masih menatap ke atas dalam putaran bola bola. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/116428754349359386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/116428754349359386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116428754349359386' title='Tetaplah Menari'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-115562746981830063</id><published>2006-08-15T16:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:16:37.226+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alchemist : Paolo Coelho</title><summary type='text'>Adalah seorang pemuda, nyata di antara negeri dongeng. Katanya dia terbuat dari tanah, jangan tanya bagaimana akhirnya menjadi daging dan bersuara. Karena proses penempaannya hanya diketahui dan akan selalu menjadi rahasia Sang Alkemis, anggap dongeng di Kitab Kejadian, itu saja dulu. Katanya lagi, bila saatnya pemuda itu mati, dia akan kembali menjadi tanah, bukan dongeng. Tapi ternyata anak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/115562746981830063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/115562746981830063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115562746981830063' title='The Alchemist : Paolo Coelho'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-114948625008964962</id><published>2006-06-05T14:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:32:44.053+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumi Manusia : Pram</title><summary type='text'>Panggil saya Ucok, cukup itu saja dulu, sampai kemudian saya layak menurut mereka atau siap secara pribadi memikul nama keluarga.  Saya pribumi, inlander, bukan totok, bukan juga indo. Artinya: saya tidak seganteng Brad Pitt, sama sekali tidak. Mengerti, Sinyo, apa itu ganteng? Sosok manusia dengan proporsi tulang dibalut daging yang pas. Untuk mempermudah, olehkarenanya saya bawa-bawa Brad Pitt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/114948625008964962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/114948625008964962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114948625008964962' title='Bumi Manusia : Pram'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-114048187258794531</id><published>2006-02-21T09:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T09:41:29.503+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Atas Nama Hasrat</title><summary type='text'>Semua berasal dari satu gerakanSemua berawal dari gerak sel abu-abuSewujud nyawa terbentuk dari entah apaJanin ketulusan dalam ketuban tubuh mortalAdalah satu masa yang mengajarinya waktuAdalah tubuh yang mengajarinya peluhMerubah wujud menjadi harapan angkuhMeronta berlebih atas nama hasratMengais kepuasan menamakan ke  a  ba  di  anTidak adakah yg melihat?Betapa ketulusan bisa menjadi teramat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/114048187258794531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/114048187258794531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114048187258794531' title='Atas Nama Hasrat'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-113990124475714817</id><published>2006-02-14T16:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:14:04.770+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, Mom</title><summary type='text'>“Kamu itu dari kecil memang seperti itu,” matanya nggak lepas dari gabungan bumbu-bumbu yg sedari tadi digerus dengan coet dan mutu yg terbuat dari batu, “Ngelamun, ngurung di kamar, kamu jarang cerita ke siapa pun di rumah ini setiap kali punya masalah. Kamu masih inget waktu SMP dulu? butuh tanda tangan ayahmu untuk kompensasi skorsing karena perkelahian sekolah. Kamu nggak cerita, kamu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/113990124475714817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/113990124475714817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113990124475714817' title='I love you, Mom'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-113681423433770198</id><published>2006-01-09T22:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:49:51.126+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Imajinasi itu nakal</title><summary type='text'>Saya suka Da Vinci Code, sama sukanya ketika membaca Angels and Demons. Dan Brown pinter mengaitkan sesuatu yg fenomenal, mengkritisi dan mengolahnya menjadi sebuah cerita. Cerita, iya cerita mati dimana kita secara alamiah dipaksa untuk menjadikannya hidup, bergambar di pikiran kita masing-masing, yg kemudian disebut imajinasi.  Sudah tentu, harus ada yg menginisisasi pikiran sehingga imajinasi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/113681423433770198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/113681423433770198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113681423433770198' title='Imajinasi itu nakal'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-113219389117296258</id><published>2005-11-17T11:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:30:27.336+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Buat Siti Sopiah</title><summary type='text'>Siti Sopiah,Apa kabar? sudah lama nggak dengar kabar mu. Biasanya sekali-dua-kali aku dapet info tentang kamu dari Asep, teman sekampung kita. Tapi semenjak Asep hijrah ke Yamen enam tahun yg lalu, sampai sekarang dia nggak pernah lagi ngimel. Mungkin sibuk yah? Kerja di kilang minyak tea, apal meureun. Karena aku nggak ngerti alamat imel kamu, aku posting di blog saja. Sengaja nama kamu aku </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/113219389117296258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/113219389117296258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113219389117296258' title='Buat Siti Sopiah'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-112739676709978124</id><published>2005-09-22T22:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:46:07.106+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari seterusnya mandi</title><summary type='text'>"Kenapa?""Cape""Mau dipijitin?""Nggak, nggak perlu""Kenapa sih?""Nggak apa-apa""Udah sini, tengkurep""Udah jangan maksa. Ngapain aja hari ini?""Nothing special. Aku ketemu Tino barusan sore""Tino? Si Gino?""Iya, sobat kamu itu. Lagi belanja sama cewenya yg baru-lulus-SMA-itu""Apa kabar, dia? Udah lama aku nggak ngontak tuh anak""Makin tambun. Katanya dia mau nikah""Sukur deh, kelamaan bujangan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/112739676709978124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/112739676709978124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112739676709978124' title='Mari seterusnya mandi'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-112186136149371556</id><published>2005-07-20T20:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:12:09.416+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobek</title><summary type='text'>Pernah nonton Jaws? Disitu ada dramatisasi pamer memamer barat-baret di tubuh. Seperti inilah kira-kira hiperbolanya.Orang 1: "Liat ini" sambil nunjukin tangan kanannya, "bekas kejadian Indianapolis"Orang 2: "Yang begituan dipamerin" sambil buka kancing baju bagian atas, "Bekas sambitan ikan Pari!"Orang 1 menaikkan celana panjang cutbray-nya: "Ini bekas gigitan hiu putih"Orang 2 nggak mau kalah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/112186136149371556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/112186136149371556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112186136149371556' title='Sobek'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-112057343439929832</id><published>2005-07-05T23:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T02:53:38.663+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Musik(alisasi) Identitas</title><summary type='text'>Rock memberi kesan macho. Pop memberi kesan gaul. Dangdut memberi kesan udik. Disko memberi kesan have fun go mad. Jazz memberi kesan eksklusif... Adalah abang saya yg paling tua yg naga-naganya sangat mempengaruhi pendengaran saya terhadap musik. Dulu jamannya masih piyik, abang saya sudah rajin nge-band kelas kampung yg jujur saja hampir ditunggu kehadirannya di setiap panggung 17 agustus-an . </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/112057343439929832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/112057343439929832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112057343439929832' title='Musik(alisasi) Identitas'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-111806148244963615</id><published>2005-06-06T21:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:09:01.353+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Masihkah?</title><summary type='text'>"Yang barusan nelepon. Wanita?""Iya""Siapa?""Kenalan dulu""Kenalan darimana?""Ketemuan di Pub""Hmmm pernah main sama dia?""Maksud kamu?" lelaki itu berhenti membaca, untuk kemudian menoleh ke kiri memandang wanita di sampingnya."Main iya main. Apa lagi," wanita itu menaikkan selimut sampai dadanya."Ngaco ah! Apa saya pernah nanya kamu pernah main dengan si A atau si Z?" mudah, mengalir, proses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111806148244963615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111806148244963615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111806148244963615' title='Masihkah?'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-111355432250418012</id><published>2005-04-15T17:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:09:18.896+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gua belum pernah nikah Coy!</title><summary type='text'>Kembali ke jaman SMA dulu, seorang guru biologi menekankan bahwa rambut berbeda dengan bulu. Katanya, spesies mamalia hanya mempunyai rambut yg tumbuh men(t)unggal. Sedangkan bulu hanya dimiliki oleh unggas yg tumbuh menjari. Jadi, kita manusia sebagai mamalia hanya mempunyai rambut. Saya, dan mungkin juga anda, biasanya menggunakan istilah bulu untuk rambut-rambut yg tumbuh pada bagian muka, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111355432250418012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111355432250418012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111355432250418012' title='Gua belum pernah nikah Coy!'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-111253702379658695</id><published>2005-04-03T22:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:09:33.006+09:00</updated><title type='text'>PETIR</title><summary type='text'>Dewi Lestari Simangunsong, anak kolong, pernah pacaran sama –delette–, punya kakak kandung bernama Imel, dulu tinggal di jalan –delette– dengan nomer telepon –sumpah! gak tau–. Semua gosip itu saya peroleh bukan dari kabar-kabari, tapi dari bonyok yg rajin ikut arisan keluarga. Saya nomer enambelas klan Simangunsong, kamu nomer berapa? Itu mungkin pertanyaan pertama yg akan saya lontarkan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111253702379658695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111253702379658695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111253702379658695' title='PETIR'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-111149116975275137</id><published>2005-03-22T20:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:09:53.996+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidurlah Tidur</title><summary type='text'>Sebuah kenyamanan yang tidak bisa dibeli uang adalah ketika seseorang merelakan dirinya tertidur di dekat kita. Memandang wajah yg kelelahan, kaos kaki yg belum terlepas, sebuah kepasrahan yang ah "saya mau melihat bulan di luar sana saja"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111149116975275137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111149116975275137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111149116975275137' title='Tidurlah Tidur'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-111107352714276583</id><published>2005-03-18T00:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:10:06.336+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Imajinasi (seorang wanita)</title><summary type='text'>Tangan saya terikatRaga saya terpenjaraMulut saya pun tertutupJari-jari sulit untuk menindisTapi hati dan pikiran melayangBerimajinasi menggambar wanitaDuh Gusti, jubah kepercayaan kuIngin saya berteriak tapiOrang orangan tertawaYang bijak mengumpul ludahSinting! Gila! Sing eling!Cuih cuih cuihSaya terbangun,Ludah mu bau, KiSaya harus mandi kembang sakuraTolol! Musim semi belum tibaPun musim </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111107352714276583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111107352714276583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111107352714276583' title='Imajinasi (seorang wanita)'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-111099731162408724</id><published>2005-03-17T01:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:10:44.133+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisruh di DPR tidak penting</title><summary type='text'>Saya ini berasal dari keluarga non kaya, ketika nyokap saya tinggal ke jepang, seingat saya, nyokap masih memfungsikan dua jenis kompor: gas dan minyak tanah. Tapi entahlah, mungkin saat ini yg minyak tanah sudah ditinggalkan. Beberapa minggu lalu, saat harga BBM diinformasikan naik, teman saya bertanya "Kamu setuju?" saya jawab "Setuju" berdasarkan pertimbangan harga minyak internasional yg </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111099731162408724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/111099731162408724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111099731162408724' title='Kisruh di DPR tidak penting'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-110960482121990975</id><published>2005-03-01T00:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:10:58.420+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Penerima Tamu</title><summary type='text'>Hari Sabtu kemarin, untuk pertama kalinya dalam hidup saya, mendapat kehormatan sebagai penerima tamu pernikahan bule. Berpakaian rapih serasa nggak pas (baca: lagi numbuhin jenggot), menuntun para undangan menuju mejanya masing-masing. Ada suka ada duka, sukanya pengalaman baru, dukanya melepas coat para tamu, menggantungkannya dan nggak dibayar hehehe Kidding! Nggak ada dukanya kok, senang ikut</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110960482121990975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110960482121990975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110960482121990975' title='Penerima Tamu'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-110788823176214911</id><published>2005-02-09T01:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:11:15.730+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject: Re:</title><summary type='text'>Pernah ngerasain denyat-denyut 'ujungnya nggak jelas tapi enak gila' sebuah peselingkuhan?Pernah punya persoalan yg kalo dipikir-pikir persoalan tersebut malah menjadi semakin rumit karena 'dipikir-pikir'?Pernah gombal gambel pemilihan kalimat imel supaya enak dibaca, yg akhirnya diendapin jadi draft karena 'kok nggak pas-pas yah kalimat gua'?Pernah ngerasain bedanya pelampiasan perasaan lewat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110788823176214911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110788823176214911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110788823176214911' title='Subject: Re:'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-110736000737198652</id><published>2005-02-03T01:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:11:27.590+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Rush</title><summary type='text'>Minggu kemarin, selama delapan hari saya kerja di sebuah reserch center yg letaknya lumayan jauh dari Fukuoka. Adapun untuk menggapai lokasi reserch center tsb, saya harus terbang ke Tokyo, kemudian ganti bis selama kurang lebih 2 jam. Buat saya kunjungan ke tempat tsb bukan kali yg pertama, tapi buat temen kerja saya, itu adalah yang pertama kalinya. Sampai suatu ketika, kami menemukan sebuah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110736000737198652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110736000737198652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110736000737198652' title='Gold Rush'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-110599350504703121</id><published>2005-01-18T03:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T05:45:44.780+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Susahnya Cari Temen Ngobrol</title><summary type='text'>Seorang temen pernah nanya ke saya, "Pilih mana? Tinggal di Eropa ato di Jepang?" Saya jawab enak di Eropa. "Kok bisa?," tanya dia. Mungkin bilamana saya datang ke negeri ini dalam kondisi sudah beristri, negeri ini lebih enak untuk ditinggali karena semuanya serba teratur, tempat yg bagus buat insaf. Hmmm insaf, my word, emang dulu saya berandalan apa. Saya sempet pikir-pikir lagi jawaban ke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110599350504703121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110599350504703121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110599350504703121' title='&lt;strong&gt;Susahnya Cari Temen Ngobrol&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-110528476641134017</id><published>2005-01-10T01:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:32:46.410+09:00</updated><title type='text'>E G O</title><summary type='text'>Ketika mendengar kata ego, saya selalu berpikiran bahwa ego sama dengan sebuah keinginan pribadi yg benar-benar lepas dari pengaruh lingkungan. Mungkin pengertian itu salah yah, karena terus terang saya hanya merangkai berdasarkan kapan dan bagaimana orang-orang mengucapkannya, atau boleh lah disebut sebagai begitulah saya menggunakannya.Saya berpikir bahwa bagaimanapun kita adalah mahluk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110528476641134017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110528476641134017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110528476641134017' title='&lt;strong&gt;E G O&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-110483271209320369</id><published>2005-01-04T18:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T16:06:31.636+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Senandung Aceh</title><summary type='text'>Dulu, lagu ini biasanya terdengar dari layar kaca sebagai sahabat tidur di ruang tengah ketika malam menjelang subuh.Sekarang, lagu ini terasa sangat melengking disertai suara-suara gaib "Nak Nak, ibu pertiwi mu ada di timur jauh sana." Ibu? Terus saudara saya? "Mereka dari Sabang sampai Merauke." Sabang? Aceh? Saya bernyanyi saja lah. "Bernyanyi?" Iya bernyanyi, atau bersenandung tepatnya, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110483271209320369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110483271209320369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110483271209320369' title='&lt;strong&gt;Senandung Aceh&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-110352373132606238</id><published>2004-12-20T14:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T15:31:06.863+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Panti Jompo</title><summary type='text'>Ketika manusia semakin tua, katanya, kita akan kembali ke sifat awal. Atau dengan kata lain, katanya lagi, akan bertingkah seperti kanak-kanak. Batasannya? Karena yg saya lihat kok sepertinya perlu ada sebuah pembatasan. Kali pertama berkunjung ke panti jompo adalah di sini. Ketika seorang temen berbaik hati mangajak ku berkeliling sebuah panti jompo, pikiran ku menerawang, dan akhirnya sampai </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110352373132606238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110352373132606238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110352373132606238' title='&lt;strong&gt;Panti Jompo&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-110070408936965084</id><published>2004-11-17T23:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T13:32:20.910+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tek tek bengek nikah ala Batak</title><summary type='text'>Sebagai seseorang yg dilahirkan dari duo batak, yg lahir dan dibesarkan di bumi parahyangan. Terus terang, ada sebuah kegamangan dalam diri saya tentang apa dan bagaimana adat batak sesungguhnya. Seandainya pengkotakan adat-adatan ini semudah istilah dimana bumi dipijak disitu bumi dijungjung, mungkin saya akan memilih daratan tak beradat dan menciptakan adat-adatan yg bukan tidak mungkin ala </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110070408936965084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110070408936965084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110070408936965084' title='&lt;strong&gt;Tek tek bengek nikah ala Batak&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-110017459675769343</id><published>2004-11-11T20:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:17:43.563+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Serial TV jaman baheule</title><summary type='text'>Sore ini seperti biasa aku setel musik sambil browsing, baca dan bales imel. Ini CD sebenarnya udah aku copy setahun kemaren dari seorang Pilipino, tapi jarang aku denger karena album lain lebih menarik telinga. Ketika aku dengerin ini CD, I stucked with this song (Believe it or not-Joey Scarbury). I guess I think I feel I've heard the song before on tv long time ago. No kidding, pikiran ku </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110017459675769343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/110017459675769343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110017459675769343' title='&lt;strong&gt;Serial TV jaman baheule&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-109941656959692118</id><published>2004-11-03T02:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T02:35:15.083+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kepala nyut-nyutan</title><summary type='text'>Kemaren sore kepala nyut-nyutan, entah karena kurang tidur, entah kurang gizi, entah kebanyakan semedi di depan komputer. Katanya, nyut-nyutan adalah pesan bahwasanya sel sel dalam tubuh berontak tidak nyaman, dan minta diisirahatin. Jadinya, saya pun pulang ke rumah lebih awal dari biasanya, dan langsung tidur. Tidak lama kemudian datanglah telepon dari seseorang, "Masih di lab?" Saya jawab, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109941656959692118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109941656959692118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109941656959692118' title='&lt;strong&gt;Kepala nyut-nyutan&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-109826040593590736</id><published>2004-10-20T17:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:21:19.180+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempai vs Kohai</title><summary type='text'>Pernah denger kata Sempai dan Kohai? Yg pernah ikutan beladiri judo, mungkin kata-kata tersebut sudah tidak asing. Sempai artinya Senior. Kohai artinya Junior. Istilah Sempai dan Kohai ini akan sangat terasa bilamana anda bekerja di sebuah perusahaan ato belajar di perguruan tinggi. Intinya bilamana anda seorang sempai, yakinlah bahwasanya anda akan mandapatkan perlakuan lebih (lebih dihormati, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109826040593590736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109826040593590736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109826040593590736' title='&lt;strong&gt;Sempai vs Kohai&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-109662756650560554</id><published>2004-10-01T19:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T09:10:52.026+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat jalan Teto</title><summary type='text'>Barusan di airport, secara nggak sengaja ketemu temen yg hendak back for good ke tanah air. Sebelum ke tanah air, mereka sekeluarga akan bertamasya di Tokyo, karena sang orang tua berkeinginan untuk memberikan sebuah impresi tak terlupakan kepada si anak semata wayang 'pernah mengunjungi Tokyo Disney Land', at least. Padahal, berdasarkan pengalaman pribadi, sepertinya tidak ada tuh yg terekam di </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109662756650560554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109662756650560554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109662756650560554' title='&lt;strong&gt;Selamat jalan Teto&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-109529357801150451</id><published>2004-09-16T09:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T16:05:49.673+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple thought</title><summary type='text'>Percakapan dgn seseorang membawa kita ke masa remaja. Beruntung memang, bilamana masa remaja pernah diisi oleh yg namanya pacaran. Sebuah perasaan yg isinya lebih dipengaruhi konsep sayang menyayangi ala Hilman dgn novel Lupus-nya. Yg konsepnya teramat sangat sederhana. Di dalamnya nggak ada polemik rumit definisi cinta, nggak ada pemikiran jauh he/she bakalan jadi suami/istri, tetapi lebih </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109529357801150451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109529357801150451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109529357801150451' title='&lt;strong&gt;Simple thought&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-109482419007644839</id><published>2004-09-10T21:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T21:57:39.300+09:00</updated><title type='text'>POLSKA</title><summary type='text'>Sebagai sebuah negera di eropa timur yg baru masuk EU, pelancong yg memegang schengen visa belum bisa masuk Polandia tanpa Polska Wiza (baca: Poland's Visa). Di negara ini, W dibaca V, salah satu huruf yg dibenci lidah sunda. My first journey began in Wroclaw (udah ngerti kan cara bacanya?) Kalo dilihat di peta lokasinya mepet sedikit ke Czech Republic, bermodalkan sekitar 100 Zloty, kita bisa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109482419007644839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109482419007644839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109482419007644839' title='&lt;strong&gt;POLSKA&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-109253122928456537</id><published>2004-08-15T09:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T10:14:33.616+09:00</updated><title type='text'>S E X</title><summary type='text'>Salah satu milist sedang seru-serunya ngebahas paham sex bebas yg melanda remaja negeri kita saat ini. Salah satu temen yg melansir data penelitian budaya freesex di kabupaten bandung, berakhir pada angka 38.000 remaja pernah melakukan sex sebelum nikah. Dan tahukan anda alasan umum yg mereka lontarkan tentang kenapa dan mengapa melakukan freesex? Stress menempati urutan pertama! Kemudian temanku</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109253122928456537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109253122928456537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109253122928456537' title='&lt;strong&gt;S E X&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-109201766931663508</id><published>2004-08-09T11:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T18:50:49.493+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Terlambat</title><summary type='text'>Ada istilah kalo mau bikin rapat jam 12.00, di undangan musti ditulis jam 11.30. Ato sudah menjadi kebiasaan bilamana berjanji-jinja, kata kira-kira selalu dijadiin imbuhan. Dan tau nggak? semakin banyak orang yg menganggap biasa, untuk diingatkan kembali tentang janji yg sudah disepakati, melalui SMS ato apapun itu namanya. Oh maaf beribu maaf, kalo buat saya tidak biasa! Bisa jengkel dan marah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109201766931663508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/109201766931663508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109201766931663508' title='&lt;strong&gt;Terlambat&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-10904215897440501</id><published>2004-07-21T23:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T23:58:49.036+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Karakter</title><summary type='text'>  Katanya Aquarius orangnya fleksibel, mudah beradaptasi dengan lingkungan. Katanya Virgo khawatiran, selalu hati-hati dalam segala tindak tanduknya. Terus katanya Cancer nggak romantis. Terus katanya lagi, Leo cocok dengan Taurus. Bener nggak yah :D? Well, itulah horoscope, yg entah dari bisikan sang hyang widhi mana, bisa meramal karakter seseorang berdasarkan rasi bintang yg muncul pada saat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/10904215897440501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/10904215897440501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#10904215897440501' title='&lt;strong&gt;Karakter&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108918938683603808</id><published>2004-07-07T17:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T17:43:02.196+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara pake ini topi bisa menunjukan asal daerah anda</title><summary type='text'>Summer has come. Untuk mengantisipasi kegerahan, dress code berubah dari yg serba tertutup ke buka-bukaan. Pameran tengtop memperindah gemerlap metropolitan. Kacamata item dari yg bermerek sampe seceng adem ayem menjadi accessories wajib, menghindari mata kelilipan sekaligus tameng mata jelalatan ke si empunya badan sexy. Itu biasa, dari tahun ke tahun memang seperti itulah penomena dadakannya.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108918938683603808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108918938683603808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108918938683603808' title='&lt;strong&gt;Cara pake ini topi bisa menunjukan asal daerah anda&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108894379946998122</id><published>2004-07-04T21:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T14:08:33.760+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrenaline? Tanoshikatta</title><summary type='text'>+Dok', apa sih adrenaline itu?+Adrenaline is a natural hormone that your body is constantly producing in small doses. Adrenaline is produced in adrenal glands that are located above the kidneys. +I see ... terus apa hubungannya adrenaline dengan kaget-kagetan?+Over the short term, stress triggers the release of adrenaline into the bloodstream. Once adrenaline is released from the adrenal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108894379946998122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108894379946998122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108894379946998122' title='&lt;strong&gt;Adrenaline? Tanoshikatta&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108766662688175751</id><published>2004-06-20T02:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T06:04:42.266+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pur setengah untuk setiap tim yg melawan Italia</title><summary type='text'>Kalo ngomongin sepak bola, apalagi kancah bergengsi seperti Piala Eropa dan Piala Dunia. Nonton bakalan seru kalo dibarengi perasaan dakdikduk sambil esmosi. Emosi ini bisa muncul karena barbagai latar belakang. Yg paling jelas adalah ras. Tarohlah Tim PSSI ikut berlaga di Piala Dunia yg entah kapan akan teralisasi, pasti kita jagoin tim tanah air dong. Masih inget gaya reporter Sambas kalo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108766662688175751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108766662688175751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108766662688175751' title='&lt;strong&gt;Pur setengah untuk setiap tim yg melawan Italia&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108633885642127800</id><published>2004-06-04T17:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T17:47:36.420+09:00</updated><title type='text'>World changes, tapi kenapa kamu harus berubah?</title><summary type='text'>20 tahun-an yg lalu aku masih sering nangis, 15 tahun yg lalu aku pengen les piano, 10 tahun yg lalu aku suka musik cadas, 5 tahun yg lalu aku pacaran dengan kamu, sekarang aku jomblo. Bumi berubah, isinya pun berubah, aku berubah, kamu berubah, wajar ... karena kita manusia akan selalu mengikuti perubahan alam. Pencarian jati diri terasa berat ketika kita memasuki dunia remaja. Keingintahuan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108633885642127800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108633885642127800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108633885642127800' title='&lt;strong&gt;World changes, tapi kenapa kamu harus berubah?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108558645734507685</id><published>2004-05-27T00:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T07:43:41.373+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh you bodat, mengerti tidak?!</title><summary type='text'>Si A: "Goblog ieu supir, edan kieu nyetirna!"Si B: "Heueuh teu beres yeuh. Emang pindang!"Si A: "Teu nyaho aing. Lamun di lembur uing mah, ieu supir huluna geus ngagorolong"Nggak ngerti kan? Ya sudah, nggak perlu ngerti. Itu adalah percakapan antara dua orang yg aku dengar di sebuah bis jurusan Banyuwangi-Denpasar. Mereka berasumsi bahwasanya sang Supir tidak mengerti bahasa Sunda, dan bisa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108558645734507685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108558645734507685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558645734507685' title='&lt;strong&gt;Eh you bodat, mengerti tidak?!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108472869929416378</id><published>2004-05-17T02:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T11:21:07.586+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita sekitar Ulang Tahun</title><summary type='text'>Hari itu dua orang teman ku berulangtahun. Mereka dilahirkan dalam hari yg bersamaan. Menurut filsafat China, seharusnya mereka terlahir dengan sifat yg sama karena medan magnet bintang-bintang yg menginduksi persalinan dengan kekuatan sama. "Ahh, itu kan rahasia Tuhan", pikirku. Kenyataannya Andi lebih suka dangdut, berbanding terbalik dengan Dini yg lebih suka Jazz. Dari kegemaran musik saja, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108472869929416378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108472869929416378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108472869929416378' title='&lt;strong&gt;Cerita sekitar Ulang Tahun&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108408917300440663</id><published>2004-05-09T16:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T23:56:12.153+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a gay?</title><summary type='text'>Tanpa ada tendensi terselubung berusaha mendeklarasikan who I am. Sejauh ini aku berpikiran bahwasanya aku bisa masuk dlm lingkungan apa pun tanpa harus merasa either canggung, malu atau identitasku terkoyak di mata umum. Dari anak kecil sampai yg tua bangkotan, dari preman sampai akademisi, dari pengangguran sampai eksmud, sampai yg namanya pembokat pun tarik jabrig. Aku nggak mau mengulangi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108408917300440663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108408917300440663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108408917300440663' title='&lt;strong&gt;Are you a gay?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108347295604880803</id><published>2004-05-02T13:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T14:33:10.983+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Abon</title><summary type='text'>Pagi itu, terbangunlah diriku dari kasur polka dot. Ku buka jendela kamar, ternyata fajar telah menyingsing tujuh puluh derajat. Ku hirup udara segar sedalam hirupan asap daun surga. Ternyata oh ternyata, udara segar ini membangunkan usus-usus ku yg semalaman ikut menggeliat. Sang usus mulai melantunkan sayup-sayup lagu keroncong.  Serasa mendapat umpan bola matang, ku songsong dapur mencari </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108347295604880803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108347295604880803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108347295604880803' title='&lt;strong&gt;Abon&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108246672765386427</id><published>2004-04-20T22:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:15:29.310+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasi Jamadul</title><summary type='text'>Seseorang membawa ku kembali ke alam pikiran jaman dulu, yg membuatku bertanya-tanya apakah fantasi2 tersebut membentuk diriku saat ini. Kiki : "Eh 'nda, elo dulu punya mimpi-mimpi nggak?"Gue : "Mimpi! Maksudnya?"Kiki : "Iya seperti gue ini lah, dulu bercita-cita jadi insinyur pertanian."Gue : "hahaha pertanian, iya yah. Kalo bukan insinyur pertanian, pasti dokter pilihannya."Kiki : "Maklum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108246672765386427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108246672765386427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108246672765386427' title='&lt;strong&gt;Fantasi Jamadul&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108170375362840088</id><published>2004-04-12T02:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T03:15:16.950+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritual kencing kaum adam dan masalah sanitasi air  flushing</title><summary type='text'>Dalam suatu perjalanan pulang di sebuah stasiun keretaMy X: "Nda tunggu yah, aku mo ke toilet dulu"Gue: "Ok, aku juga pengen kencing kok"Akhirnya aku kencing di tolilet bersimbol manusia hitam botak tanpa rok. Ritual kencingnya bisa dibilang normal: kencing, cuci tangan, ngaca, basahin rambut, keringkan tangan. Terus keluar deh, eh my X sudah nunggu di luar, by means ritual kencing ku lebih </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108170375362840088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108170375362840088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108170375362840088' title='&lt;strong&gt;Ritual kencing kaum adam dan masalah sanitasi air &lt;em&gt; flushing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108116078854799667</id><published>2004-04-05T19:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T19:44:32.546+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nggak ada Janda, gadis pun jadi :D</title><summary type='text'>Gue: "Mister Yaya! No telpon Dinda dong?"Dinda? (Mr. Yaya?): "Sir Ganda! Dinda pake no ini."Gue: "Oh ic. Imel Din'? Gue mo ngirim foto2 barusan. Terus alamat imel cewe jepang barusan apa yah? Kok nggak dikenalin &lt;-- insert icon nangis!?"Dinda itu adik iparnya Mr. Yaya. Tadi siang bareng ke taman. Sakura udah mulai mekar, puncaknya hari ini, minggu depan hampir dipastikan berjatuhan, makanya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108116078854799667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108116078854799667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108116078854799667' title='&lt;strong&gt;Nggak ada Janda, gadis pun jadi :D&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108088583833974199</id><published>2004-04-02T15:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:29:02.436+09:00</updated><title type='text'>April Mop and oughh my nose!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning, as usual, I asked my room mate, "Can I play my winamp?" Even he always says either daijyoubu, please, or bitte schoen. He seems to be enjoying my music collection. Somehow my polite part always left me with so called permission in case he needs to concentrate on his works and my music would disturb. Well anyway, he said ok, so I played the compilation of Utada's best songs and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108088583833974199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108088583833974199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108088583833974199' title='&lt;strong&gt;April Mop and oughh my nose!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-108029491529489562</id><published>2004-03-26T18:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T01:38:10.296+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku, Gue, Urang ... Ente?</title><summary type='text'>Enam bulan sudah aku keluyuran di dunia maya ini. Nggak terasa semakin banyak aja nemuin temen2 dari kesamaan ketertarikan terhadap blog, jejaring teman lewat friendster.com dan forum diskusi. Thanks to technology! Kata Adhit, his blog is the ultimate way for wasting your time, asal jgn berubah jadi the ultimate way for yr-daily-life-working saja. Entah dgn mirc, apakah tool yg satu ini masih </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108029491529489562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/108029491529489562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108029491529489562' title='&lt;strong&gt;Aku, Gue, Urang ... Ente?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107962011146118344</id><published>2004-03-18T23:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:52:34.623+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jepang ku sayang Jepang ku malang</title><summary type='text'>Dulu, waktu aku masih di Austria, paling seneng pergi ke bahnhoff (read: train station). Ada perasaan gimana gituh kalo backpack sudah menempel di badan. Menikmati penungguan jadwal keberangkatan sambil makan pizza di italian spezialitaten. Beruntung memang, bila anda berada di eropa, terlebih berada di bagian tengah seperti Deutschland. Jalan ke kiri atas dikit bisa nemuin Belanda, turun dikit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107962011146118344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107962011146118344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107962011146118344' title='&lt;strong&gt;Jepang ku sayang Jepang ku malang&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107902620985707524</id><published>2004-03-12T02:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T02:53:25.043+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It is expensive to buy privacy indeed</title><summary type='text'>How many of you now still living with yr parent? I did live with my mom, dad and my younger sister somewhere in southern Bandung before I came here. But now I made up my mind and hopefully won't change, soon as I return to Indonesia will find a new place even if my job will still locate around Bandung. This could be the result I have enough money to buy privacy, maybe. Moreover I need to teach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107902620985707524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107902620985707524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902620985707524' title='&lt;strong&gt;It is expensive to buy privacy indeed&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107869156331924427</id><published>2004-03-08T05:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T11:23:36.610+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just too ordinary</title><summary type='text'>Have you experienced start asking yourself, "What am I doing? My life's too ordinary to accept." Me, yea. For a whole week, just doing what I have to do, as usual. Working, eating, smoking, sleeping, again and again daily ruts from monday to friday. It was Friday, and I have no plan for weekend. Oh yah, I haven't seen Lord of the Ring. Why don't I go for movie. I short messaged few friends. Got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107869156331924427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107869156331924427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107869156331924427' title='&lt;strong&gt;Just too ordinary&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107842891558076393</id><published>2004-03-05T04:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T12:50:24.560+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello to Beatles fans</title><summary type='text'>Waktu masih kecil, aku biasanya curi2 masuk kamar abang. Mainin intercom-nya, halo halo ada yg monitor? Beruntung rasanya bila ada yg monitor, aku bisa mengudara. Ada perasaan senang bisa ngomong di udara. Since my voice masih belum jembreng seperti sekarang, tidak lama kemudian biasanya keluar suara, "Anak kecil! Siapa nih? Pake jalur siapa?" Kalo sudah ketauan, biasanya aku nyalain musik agak</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107842891558076393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107842891558076393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842891558076393' title='&lt;strong&gt;Say hello to Beatles fans&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107796308995668062</id><published>2004-02-28T19:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T19:29:51.890+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita sekitar tanda tangan dan ngantuk</title><summary type='text'>Di sini (Jpn red.), ternyata ada juga titip2an absen saat kuliah. Bedanya di indo, agak sulit untuk meniru tanda tangan seseorang. Terlebih bilamana tanda tangannya tidak sesuai nama, tak beraturan tak tentu arah, karep mu ndewe kalo bhs jowo-nya. Termasuk aku, tandatangan sama sekali tidak mengikuti aturan huruf g a n d a. Well, whatever it is, nasi sudah menjadi bubur, sudah terlalu banyak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107796308995668062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107796308995668062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107796308995668062' title='&lt;strong&gt;Cerita sekitar tanda tangan dan ngantuk&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107762886168979968</id><published>2004-02-24T22:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T01:24:55.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It was fun, though</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday night we had dinner at vivi's apartment as she just moved to new apartment. Kalo di indo, biasanya hajatan bikin nasi kuning. Di sini, cukup dengan makan2 seadanya sebagai ungkapan terima kasih, semoga tempat baru bisa bawa rejeki, nyaman ditempati, nggak ada yg nyuri lingerie, semua yg baik2 semoga hadir di tempat baru.Urusan makan permakanan, para bujang2 lokal dan tulen lah yg </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107762886168979968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107762886168979968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107762886168979968' title='&lt;strong&gt;It was fun, though&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107746198886297480</id><published>2004-02-22T23:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T01:13:53.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gusti, dosa apa aku?</title><summary type='text'>Empat kali aku jatuh dari sepeda motor. Sebabnya macem2. Yg pertama krn ngebut. Yg kedua krn kurang tidur. Yg ketiga krn ada sepeda yg nyebrang mendadak. Yg keempat krn mobil yg mendadak belok. Dari kesemuanya, yg teringat, beberapa detik menyadari bahwa motor tidak bisa dikendalikan, aku hanya bisa pasrah, "whatever would be? terjadilah!" Bak buk bak buk srettt. Saat kejadian nggak ada rasa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107746198886297480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107746198886297480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107746198886297480' title='&lt;strong&gt;Gusti, dosa apa aku?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107726038387894605</id><published>2004-02-20T15:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T19:18:31.810+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely we don't see eye to eye, but ... </title><summary type='text'>Definitely we don't see eye to eye. But for sure I know from where and which machine you're running now. My ten messages will randomly appear, and I do not know which one is yours as you read this. Hopefully what you see exactly match with what I was going to say to you ... yea you who else?Two days in a row I just finished my Japanese tests; oral and written. One hour from now, my result </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107726038387894605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107726038387894605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107726038387894605' title='&lt;strong&gt;Definitely we don&apos;t see eye to eye, but ... &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107687524428331360</id><published>2004-02-16T05:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:12:38.623+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubby and sexy, but something wrong with her stocking</title><summary type='text'>I didn't think Love Actually was what I hoped for. I expected it to be better than what it was. I was quite looking forward to it as I enjoyed Notting Hill and Bridget Jones's Diary. Too many stories! What was the movie left me. Nothing, nothing to say, except the hard-spoken love and I think that's the way it is every time when the feeling comes. But I am curious want to see Emma Thompson's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107687524428331360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107687524428331360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107687524428331360' title='&lt;strong&gt;Chubby and sexy, but something wrong with her stocking&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107660745604217023</id><published>2004-02-13T02:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T03:50:52.340+09:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom am I going to say happy valentine this year?</title><summary type='text'>Above is sonofabitch picture taken at saung abah. Happy valentine guys! Hehehe I'm sure you'll say, "Geee what's up with you? Save yr words for others." Yea we don't celebrate valentine but they all deserve the words indeed. Foto di atas hanya ada 5(lima) orang, sebenernya kita bertujuh. Yg satu berhalangan hadir dan satu lg ngambil foto. Nggak ada tuker2an darah. Nggak ada tuker2an cincin. Our</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107660745604217023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107660745604217023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660745604217023' title='&lt;strong&gt;to whom am I going to say happy valentine this year?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107634438212966261</id><published>2004-02-10T01:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:37:38.390+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kebaya, Batik dan Karakter Anak Bangsa</title><summary type='text'>Lihat foto ini. Yes seperti itulah wanita Indonesia paling cocok berpakaian. Paling cocok untuk kulit sawo matang, wajah melayu dan kemayu malu-malu mau. Setahun yg lalu, temen ku anak Iran memboyong ibunya berkunjung ke Fukuoka. Aku manggil ibu ini mamih. Iya mamih (tulis: mommy), dgn penambahan ha. Pernah lihat pakaian ala timur tengah? Long dress serba hitam dengan jilbab warna hitam. Alis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107634438212966261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107634438212966261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107634438212966261' title='&lt;strong&gt;Kebaya, Batik dan Karakter Anak Bangsa&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107622440528235631</id><published>2004-02-08T16:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T21:52:44.060+09:00</updated><title type='text'>We are all shaped by our Experiences</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I talked with my male-Dutch-friend. Several minutes of dinner conversation, left me that we both connect, maybe because I ever visited his country before. We were talking about Heineken Beer, Asahi Beer, which one is better compare to another. We were talking about Japanese custom. Since I've been living here longer than he has, I'm talking lots within this topic. And so on, 'til this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107622440528235631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107622440528235631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107622440528235631' title='&lt;strong&gt;We are all shaped by our Experiences&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107600914141363623</id><published>2004-02-06T04:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T08:38:21.200+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Few thoughts behind the living single in period 25 to 35 yr old</title><summary type='text'>Five days ago I just received e-mail from a female friend, one of my very close friend indeed, and she's going to be married soon in March. I wasn't surprised at all about the married since this is a proper time for our age. Aku hanya terkejut dgn lelaki pilihannya yg ternyata baru dikenalnya dua bulan lalu. Dua bulan! Padahal empat bulan yg lalu waktu aku pulang kampung, kita sempet ketemuan, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107600914141363623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107600914141363623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600914141363623' title='&lt;strong&gt;Few thoughts behind the living single in period 25 to 35 yr old&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107582580414979401</id><published>2004-02-04T01:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T02:03:26.560+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Carpet and kalah deh Dalai Lama</title><summary type='text'>Kemarin aku bantuin vivi pindahan ke apartemen baru. Since yesterday there wasn't something so so important to do. I said yes why not, I'll come to yr place. Telpon sana telpon sini berusaha mengumpulkan masa. Nggak baik juga angkat2 barang sendirian selagi masih ada yg bisa diajak exercise menurunkan berat badan. Then astrid and sandy said yes to help vivi as well.Wow, ibu satu ini, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107582580414979401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107582580414979401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582580414979401' title='&lt;strong&gt;New Carpet and kalah deh Dalai Lama&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107548669689382173</id><published>2004-01-31T03:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T16:34:41.043+09:00</updated><title type='text'>This night it's about Classical Music Concert</title><summary type='text'>I just arrived home from Yuki Morimoto's violin and piano concert at Airefu. Waktu menunjukan jam 5.5o, akhirnya berhasil juga minta ijin keluar lebih cepat dari kelas Jepang. Ambil sepeda, telpon sana telpon sini: "Monica, are you ready?", "Dicky, where are you know?", "emRidho, are you coming with us?". Jam 6.oo aku, Dicky, Jaena and Naifa meluncur dari Hakozakikyudaimae ke Akasaka. Monica was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107548669689382173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107548669689382173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107548669689382173' title='&lt;strong&gt;This night it&apos;s about Classical Music Concert&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107530702952535794</id><published>2004-01-29T01:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T01:49:33.903+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in people</title><summary type='text'>When I was teenager, my notion of beauty was a lot different than it is today. I just find different things beautiful in people. The things I associate with beauty in people: 1. A realistic level of confidence2. Passion for life3. Laugh lines 4. A voice with character5. The warmth in their eyes when they look at someoneDoes this mean I'm just getting older and wiser? Perhaps the notions and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107530702952535794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107530702952535794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107530702952535794' title='&lt;strong&gt;Beauty in people&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107510375393271190</id><published>2004-01-26T16:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T16:57:24.996+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless, Mobil Phone and Bank Account!</title><summary type='text'>Malam itu aku berjalan dan berjalan, cukup hening untuk sebuah malam so called Saturday night. Langkahku terhenti ketika pandanganku menangkap tumpukan kerdus yg dibuat sedemikian rupa seperti rumah-rumahan. I and my sister used to do that when we were little. Aku mendekat dan kulihat didalamnya seorang tua berkupluk, baju hangat kumel dan kaos kaki putih dekil yg sepertinya berlapis2. No wonder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107510375393271190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107510375393271190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107510375393271190' title='&lt;strong&gt;Homeless, Mobil Phone and Bank Account!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107476956615294761</id><published>2004-01-22T20:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T00:48:15.840+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rajin pangkal pandai, Malas pangkal kaya</title><summary type='text'>Tibalah pertanyaan ke-4, and it was my turn,"Arisu san no otosan wa nihonjin desuka?" (baca: apakah benar ayah Alice berkebangsaan Jepang?)"iie, Arisu san no otosan wa nihonjin jyaarimasen" (baca: ayah Alice bukan berkebangsaan Jepang). Aku berusaha nebak dari nama, Alice, should be western name!? Kemarin malam, aku tertidur lelap walhasil gak sempet dengerin listening part yg menjadi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107476956615294761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107476956615294761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107476956615294761' title='&lt;strong&gt;Rajin pangkal pandai, Malas pangkal kaya&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-10745367287380855</id><published>2004-01-20T03:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T09:46:58.763+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Diri ku dan Rokok</title><summary type='text'>I started smoking when I was Junior Highscool. Merokoknya masih sebatang dua batang dengan gaya: sekali isep cuih cuih, isep lagi cuih cuih. Pahit! Rasanya gak enak! Awalnya nyoba2 plus ngegaya, kalo dipikir2 lagi: Apa gayanya? Dasar remaja! Tapi lama kelamaan keterusan. Mamah bapak di rumah awalnya gak tau, sampai suatu ketika mulai curiga menemukan bercak kuning di seragam putih SMA. Jaman SMA,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/10745367287380855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/10745367287380855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10745367287380855' title='&lt;strong&gt;Diri ku dan Rokok&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107436156740959599</id><published>2004-01-18T02:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T11:29:30.593+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanita bule and Japanese man</title><summary type='text'>It's Saturday night. I just got home with a bit headache. Couple of hour ago I and friends were chatting at international bar in Hakata, while a bunch of wanita bule came in with ha ha ha and hee hee hee. Seems they have been drunk at other places. And suddenly one of my friend uttered the question which we've all asked ourselves 100 times before: Why can lelaki bule go to bars and find lots of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107436156740959599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107436156740959599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436156740959599' title='&lt;strong&gt;Wanita bule and Japanese man&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107418037154585749</id><published>2004-01-16T00:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T08:20:02.840+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start again the Japanese course</title><summary type='text'>To day, again we had lunch at cafeteria for how many times I do not count."Guys, have you seen lately the lady who's working at engineering faculty? The one that always taking care of us with this administration thing.""No, what's up with her?""I talked with her this morning and man ... she looks gorgeous"They stopped awhile the meal and started asking me questions in a row, "Which one?", "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107418037154585749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107418037154585749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107418037154585749' title='&lt;strong&gt;Let&apos;s start again the Japanese course&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107400138992848677</id><published>2004-01-13T22:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T23:10:28.966+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari ini Fukuoka turun salju</title><summary type='text'>Hari ini salju turun untuk ketigakalinya selama winter di Fukuoka, setelah sebelumnya dua kali turun di bulan Desember. Lagi2, seakan tak pernah jera dengan dingin, aku sengaja bersepeda diterpa butiran2 salju. Pagi ini, aku pilih Garth Brooks-In Pieces, untuk menemani ayuhan sepeda yg makin lama makin terasa berat karena turbulensi angin yg tak tentu arah. Kadang nerpa dari depan, kadang dorong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107400138992848677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107400138992848677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107400138992848677' title='&lt;strong&gt;Hari ini Fukuoka turun salju&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107374390403518266</id><published>2004-01-10T23:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T23:56:34.263+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngomong2 sekitar Weblog</title><summary type='text'>Tes tes tes ada keluhan nggak yah dgn layout baru? Let's try blogrolling! Pertamakali aku kenal weblog bulan Juli 2003. Awalnya tanpa commenting system, tanpa tag bord dan aksesoris lainnya. Sampai bulan november kemarin, imam nerima imel dari milis dosen itb tentang novel Jomblo, hasil karya anak itb, adhitya mulya. Yg katanya sempat menjadi perbincangan panas di milis ybs. Karena saya tertarik </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107374390403518266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107374390403518266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107374390403518266' title='&lt;strong&gt;Ngomong2 sekitar Weblog&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107357948191388226</id><published>2004-01-09T01:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T14:49:01.140+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Force, Stress, and Release</title><summary type='text'>Stress equal to force divided by area. How far solid body won't failure when force applied? It depends how big the stress is. Before failure occurs there are three stages: closing crack, elastic and plastic stages. Three of them indicate degree of deformation. When elastic limit or the beginning of plastic stage is achieved, solid body has been highly deformed without ability return to its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107357948191388226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107357948191388226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107357948191388226' title='&lt;strong&gt;Force, Stress, and Release&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107340699132168686</id><published>2004-01-07T01:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T14:45:04.670+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopsticks and  Mr. Woodman</title><summary type='text'>About a week ago, I and emRidho went to Udon Resto near our university. First he was going to visit my apartment, and I said, "Don't let your stomach hungry coz I have nothing to eat here". I do have something to eat, but having considered his height, I really don't think I can handle his quantity. Then we agree to have dinner at Udon Resto. Omori desu ne (read: big portion). See, he ordered a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107340699132168686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107340699132168686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340699132168686' title='&lt;strong&gt;Chopsticks and  Mr. Woodman&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107332343464737442</id><published>2004-01-06T02:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T14:45:48.500+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes ... I am addicted to T-Shirt</title><summary type='text'>When I was highschool, I used to be addicted to hat, cap or whatever you name it. Depends on my mood, once I ever had hat from the NBA cap type to the classic model. My favorite was the black one with United State of America sign in front. I could spend 35 to 50.000 rupiah just for the hat I'd love.  Not now, I only have two meanwhile and It's enough; black normal cap and khaki adventurer hat. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107332343464737442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107332343464737442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107332343464737442' title='&lt;strong&gt;Yes ... I am addicted to T-Shirt&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107322011023284597</id><published>2004-01-04T21:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T16:33:17.153+09:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR IN JAPAN</title><summary type='text'>New Year is the most important holiday in Japan. We, Kyushu University, have started holiday since December 26th and it will be ended this day. Means tomorrow will have lunch at cafeteria again, no need to ride my bicycle against the cold winter's wind again, just to catch the closest hoka hoka bento. One of my friends just returned from Nigata for skiing. What a nice experience you had huh. One</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107322011023284597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107322011023284597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107322011023284597' title='&lt;strong&gt;NEW YEAR IN JAPAN&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107280682707542089</id><published>2003-12-31T02:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T15:15:12.670+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikin Cerita Pendek sangat Pendek ah</title><summary type='text'>"g'dek g'dek g'dek" hampir dua jam sudah aku berada dalam kereta tujuan Eindhoven. Duduk dalam sebuah kompartemen ukuran 1,5 kali 1,5 meter dominasi warna merah, yang hanya ada aku didalamnya. Suasana sepi membuatku ku terus menerawang ke seseorang di bangunan berlantai dua di Eindhoven. Hitam gelap di luar sana, sejenak pandanganku menangkap sebuah sinar lampu, yang dalam hitungan menit semakin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107280682707542089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107280682707542089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107280682707542089' title='&lt;strong&gt;Bikin Cerita Pendek sangat Pendek ah&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107249692075748160</id><published>2003-12-27T12:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T11:52:44.826+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><summary type='text'>You! yes you, those who celebrate Christmas. Merry Christmas yo. hohoho what you'd got from Santa? Sorry if I missed to greet you. I'm too tired running with paper deadline for last a week. Now, just have time to relax while looking for oversight mistake and waiting comment from te second author.  I'm just afraid he has no time to read it as you know ... winter holiday is coming. Oh yah, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107249692075748160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107249692075748160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107249692075748160' title='&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107162148018012246</id><published>2003-12-17T09:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T15:07:20.186+09:00</updated><title type='text'>SENDAI, IT WAS VERY TIRING AND LIL FUN</title><summary type='text'> Time is running so fast. Ditinggal seminggu, ayah Dhafin sudah rampung dengan the beauty of rocks-nya. Happy blog mas! Saat ini koleksi batunya masih sedikit, tapi sejalan dengan waktu, tumpuk terus batunya, mudah2an bisa mengganti Simon Schluster sebagai panduan rocks and mineral-nya anak2 Geologi. Dua catatan Saljudiparis luput sudah dari komentar. Negerisenja dengan intense postingan2nya juga</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107162148018012246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107162148018012246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107162148018012246' title='&lt;strong&gt;SENDAI, IT WAS VERY TIRING AND LIL FUN&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107092360277325890</id><published>2003-12-09T07:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T15:10:36.996+09:00</updated><title type='text'>SERENDIPITY and RANDOM HEARTS</title><summary type='text'>Have you seen both? Yup weekend I was home and watched DVD. Those are worth seeing. Bukan kali pertama aku nonton serendipity, three times in total. "Ganda!! Wake up. You're crazy. You will be obsessed," Monica shortmessag-ed me. By what? Come on it's just a movie, same as Shopie and Baldi characters. I just got my self enjoy. I was not obsessed and will never ever obsessed by any, sejalan dengan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107092360277325890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107092360277325890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092360277325890' title='&lt;strong&gt;SERENDIPITY and RANDOM HEARTS&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107054465653259385</id><published>2003-12-04T22:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T11:35:47.623+09:00</updated><title type='text'>TOILET</title><summary type='text'> Just returned from udon resto route 3 near University. First time went there since it was opened two months ago. Rasanya sama saja yah mbak Wid?, sama saja dengan udon-udon resto lainnya. Katanya enak! Duno, mungkin karena aku yg tidak terlalu rewel dengan taste, selama masih bisa kemakan yah dimakan kecuali daun seledri dan daging kambing:(.  Enough intermezo, back to Toilet:) Yes toilet! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107054465653259385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107054465653259385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107054465653259385' title='&lt;strong&gt;TOILET&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-107013383581797443</id><published>2003-11-30T04:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T11:36:45.546+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday it was all about Jazz</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from Karaoke pub with Yoko san and Tomoko san somehwere near Umoninakamichi. Sedikit mindeng, kebanyakan negak bir barusan. But ok, masih bisa bales imel, masih bisa scan tiket *see above*. Yup it was my entrance ticket to Backstage. Yesterday about 7 o'clock aku keluar dari kampus, sumpek di tempat kerja *weekend mas:)* Awalnya nggak ada niat untuk ke Backstage, emang sih few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107013383581797443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/107013383581797443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107013383581797443' title='&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday it was all about Jazz&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-106940363536046325</id><published>2003-11-21T17:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T22:46:19.263+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Plato, PACARAN, NIKAH dan bis. APA hubungannya yah?</title><summary type='text'>Once upon the time, temen ku nerima forward phylosophy Plato tentang apa bedanya pacaran dengan nikah. Terus dia kirim ke aku, well buat ku sih just passing encounter ... masuk mata keluar lewat mulut. TAPI dia ... dia selalu nginget itu phylosphy kalo lagi mentok urusan jodoh. hahaha iya gak brur! tenang tenang jangan keburu nafsu. Semua orang butuh pelipur lara, well I have to admit kadang aku </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/106940363536046325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/106940363536046325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106940363536046325' title='Plato, PACARAN, NIKAH dan bis. APA hubungannya yah?'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-106923304168306112</id><published>2003-11-19T18:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T01:25:01.826+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My POOR SUBSTITUTE</title><summary type='text'>hmmmmm I suddenly miss my poor substitute at home. Yes it's my diary. Subsidery of my life journey. Since went abroad I became lazy to write except academic paper paper and paper again. What a boring life isn't! Gosss ... I miss to crazy laughing the stupid things I have made, come on! everobody should have that ... and uh I miss to memorize the most romantic moment in my life and play My mega </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/106923304168306112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/106923304168306112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106923304168306112' title='My POOR SUBSTITUTE'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-106119261283783276</id><published>2003-08-18T16:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T01:27:05.653+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it SO QUIET this week?</title><summary type='text'>Last week is the OBON week, one of the few occasion of the year when a large number of Japanese can take holiday.  If you see the calendar the days aren't marked red, but it is red heartedly for the Japanese. The streets were so quite. Many shops closed from Wednesday to Friday. I couldn't have lunch at cafetaria of the univ cause it was closed. To be honest, all of this condition influnced me, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/106119261283783276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/106119261283783276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106119261283783276' title='Why is it SO QUIET this week?'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-105999769905684348</id><published>2003-08-04T20:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T01:28:12.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I like MONDAY</title><summary type='text'>I like this day even it's monday. Cause I have many things to do from 8 AM to almost 9 PM now. Five minutes ago suddenly I remembered with words "ganbatte kudasai" and would like to share it with you. For those who ever been in Japan for studying or working, maybe you will never ever forget these two words. Yes, in English it means "please work hard".  First I didn't like these words, especially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/105999769905684348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/105999769905684348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105999769905684348' title='I like MONDAY'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-105955136753515835</id><published>2003-07-30T16:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T01:28:49.030+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Many thanks ...</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to those who've visited my web site.  Since it was published two days ago, around 80 netters have visited my website. I didn't pay attention the IP's. Maybe some of you visited several times. The most important for me is we can keep in touch.  Mom, Dad ... you see! I am still in a good shape.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/105955136753515835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/105955136753515835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105955136753515835' title='Many thanks ...'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-105938342690146852</id><published>2003-07-28T18:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T01:29:37.000+09:00</updated><title type='text'>UNFAIR!!</title><summary type='text'>Let's start. Yesterday I had lunch at McD in Tenjin. As ussual I ordered Big MAc, Fried Potato, and Cola. Few minutes waiting then I brought my lunch upstair. Second floor is smoking area, and it was full. I went up to the third floor and found 4-5 empty seats. Since the third floor is smoking area, it was very smoky. I dont' like smoking area eventhough I smoke. I was SURPRISED when I found a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/105938342690146852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/105938342690146852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105938342690146852' title='UNFAIR!!'/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</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-5621587.post-105936748865661201</id><published>2003-07-28T13:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T13:44:48.536+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/105936748865661201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621587/posts/default/105936748865661201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gandams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105936748865661201' title=''/><author><name>ganda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03569955566561620250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
