<?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-6249913</id><updated>2012-01-19T20:43:52.281+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahyu Adi Setyanto  ::My Creative Process::</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome. In case you care, this blog  is the (new)  way I manage my brainstorming sessions during my writing project. You may find it far cry away from perfect. Hence, feel free to give any comments...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-2370425056216693670</id><published>2007-11-27T19:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:39:45.158+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detil Kecil yang Menarik di Yoghurt Daisuki</title><summary type='text'>Ini kali keenam aku menikmati yoghurt Daisuki. Tidak pernah minum di tempatnya, tapi selalu nitip dibelikan oleh OB di kantor untuk dibawa pulang, dan tidak setiap hari pula. Paling-paling seminggu sekali.Hingga kali kelima aku amati ada detil kecil yang mungkin sepele tetapi menurutku sangat menarik. Yaitu garis-garis warna memanjang pada sedotan transparan berukuran besar yang disajikan bersama</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/2370425056216693670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/2370425056216693670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2370425056216693670' title='Detil Kecil yang Menarik di Yoghurt Daisuki'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-1118749706095297733</id><published>2007-11-23T23:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:38:41.757+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudah Hampir Setahun</title><summary type='text'>Hiatus blog ini sudah hampir berulang tahun yang pertama. Bukan karena kesengajaan, bukan pula karena kealpaan akan kehadiran blog ini. Hanya saja..umm....ummm.......saya ingin mulai ngeblog di sini khusus berbahasa Indonesia. Kalau masih ada yang kangen dengan celoteh tak bermutu saya dalam bahasa Alien, eh Inggris, silakan mampir di blog satu lagi.Hahaha... Wahyu....Wahyu... nggak keren banget </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/1118749706095297733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/1118749706095297733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1118749706095297733' title='Sudah Hampir Setahun'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-116480920555189423</id><published>2006-11-29T20:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:06:47.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Fruits Are These?</title><summary type='text'>I don't know this either, but let me tell you this. It taste like jackfruit and durians at the same time, smells a little bit like durians, but physically look like kelengkeng. I got them from my brother; they were wrapped in a plastic bag so I didn't know what was inside and thus I didn't bother to ask.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/116480920555189423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/116480920555189423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116480920555189423' title='What Fruits Are These?'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-115028709062135123</id><published>2006-06-14T19:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:11:30.636+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Again...</title><summary type='text'>Now that my student.ugm.ac.id account has lost, I move my blog to wahyuadi.wordpress.com. Actually I have lost all my data there, except that I have the backup on my workstation at home. But it's not available yet right now because I still don't have time to go home and bring the copy with me. I am 400+ kilometers away from my home right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/115028709062135123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/115028709062135123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115028709062135123' title='Move Again...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-110362517752398798</id><published>2004-12-21T17:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T17:39:09.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Move!</title><summary type='text'>I hereby announce that my blog has been moved to http://wahyu.adi.student.ugm.ac.id/blog/.If you have any difficulties accessing it, please let me know, or let the administrator know.I hope you like it. Keep visiting, OK? And don't forget to comment out! Thanks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110362517752398798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110362517752398798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110362517752398798' title='Officially Move!'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-110347997911714450</id><published>2004-12-20T01:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T01:12:59.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>About to Move...</title><summary type='text'>Hi...Long time no see, and now I'm happy to tell you that my blog is about to move to http://wahyu.adi.student.ugm.ac.id/blog/ very soon.It's almost done right now. All I need is just a permission to place my pre-existing database (containing some postings) into the webstudent server's directory, then all should work as expected shortly afterward.Why do I move? I have 3 good reasons:1. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110347997911714450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110347997911714450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110347997911714450' title='About to Move...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-110227237933090154</id><published>2004-12-06T23:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T16:50:14.286+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the 1st Anniversary of BloggerFamily...</title><summary type='text'>The world of blogging has never been the same since the founding of BloggerFamily© (BlogFam) on December 17th, 2003. Originally intended to connect Indonesian bloggers worlwide and maintain warm relationship among them, this forum has been amazingly gaining large participation from bloggers community. As of current timestamp, it has a total of 520 approved members, a fantastic number ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110227237933090154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110227237933090154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110227237933090154' title='Celebrating the 1st Anniversary of BloggerFamily...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-110175776420373482</id><published>2004-11-30T02:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T02:55:36.836+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>hope i'm not talking too much tonight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110175776420373482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110175776420373482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110175776420373482' title='...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-110173985528520626</id><published>2004-11-29T19:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T08:14:36.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Fluency Degradation: How Come???</title><summary type='text'>Some students, having been studying abroad before, can not stop thinking why their English fluency (particulary in a formal writing) degrades significantly when they have returned to and lived in the home country ("Indonesia") for a couple of months. This phenomenon usually raises whenever they have to make report to their school as a part of their internship assignment, a little while since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110173985528520626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110173985528520626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110173985528520626' title='English Fluency Degradation: How Come???'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-110146587269991881</id><published>2004-11-26T17:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:01:17.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Idul Fitri...</title><summary type='text'>Happy idul fitri, everyone!!!yeah... i know... calm down... It's been 13 days late for saying that, but I think we all agree that 365 days in a year are all-good-days to forgive and forget, to apologize for any mistakes that we have made in the past. Coz "to err is a human", say a proverb and a quote from Quran.That's what this posting for: to conveniently beg for your forgiving, merciful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110146587269991881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/110146587269991881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110146587269991881' title='Happy Idul Fitri...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109895143992972356</id><published>2004-10-28T14:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T15:17:19.930+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thesis Supervisor Passed Away T___T....</title><summary type='text'>Hikz...For the second time, another sad story like the one I wrote about some couple of months ago happened. My thesis supervisor, Mr. Heri Pratomo, M.Kom, passed away on Oct 27 2004 at 8 pm after getting hospitalized for about 2 weeks. He got sore throat that became much worse in the end. Oh my... what about my thesis....Oh my... what about my thesis....Oh my... what about my thesis....Oh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109895143992972356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109895143992972356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109895143992972356' title='My Thesis Supervisor Passed Away T___T....'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109851169807688041</id><published>2004-10-23T13:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T14:14:57.113+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft Financial Fraud: Another "Finally, The Truth is Out There"?</title><summary type='text'>I've just read the article about Microsoft Financial Fraud that is referred to by an article written in Humorix.FYI, Humorix is a site that shows "the lighter side of Linux, the open source operating system everyone and their brother are talking about" and presents "jokes and fake news about Slashdot, Microsoft, and Tux Penguin" for "good measure".However, I still consider it true. How about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109851169807688041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109851169807688041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109851169807688041' title='Microsoft Financial Fraud: Another &quot;Finally, The Truth is Out There&quot;?'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109725292562250910</id><published>2004-10-08T21:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T11:15:22.676+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURRPRISE...!!!</title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna show up right in front of the door and shock him up, saying that I support him for his jobs and thesis. He wouldn't realize it since I knew he thought I was still at home and enjoying the weekend there. Yess... that's perfect. He's gonna love it.That was your thought. Think again. What do you miss? Nothing. Everything seems to be all right. He's gonna stay at the office 'till </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109725292562250910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109725292562250910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109725292562250910' title='SURRPRISE...!!!'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109695959235321804</id><published>2004-10-05T13:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T14:17:37.303+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Don't Give Up on Your Fate!</title><summary type='text'>"  ...don't give up on your fate,   love comes to those who believe it,   and that's the way it is". (sung by Celine Dion)I was born some twenty years or so ago, crying. I spent my childhood in the happiness perfectly depicted in the "in the eyes of a child" lyrics (Air Supply) with "Sozo" (Kitaro) playing in the background. I learnt to play and run here and there with my friends, making a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109695959235321804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109695959235321804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109695959235321804' title='...Don&apos;t Give Up on Your Fate!'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109657263908337246</id><published>2004-10-01T02:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T02:34:15.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Critical Stage of My Study</title><summary type='text'>Hi all... thanks a lot for stopping by and leaving a word or two here, I really appreciate that. You might think that I had gone for a while just because I've been spending my whole time with her only. Well, that's partially.....true! ^___^The other half-truth is that I am now within the critical stage of my study, preparing the long long abandoned undergraduate thesis and really expecting that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109657263908337246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109657263908337246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109657263908337246' title='In Critical Stage of My Study'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109513572871844226</id><published>2004-09-14T11:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T16:34:02.473+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Pictures...</title><summary type='text'>Some pictures taken during our weekend, using her N3650 built-in camera. Unfortunately we didn't find anyone else who was kind enough to take pictures of the two of us from distance. Well, we didn't want to look like local tourists visiting Jogja for the first time, anyway ^____^ http://photos.yahoo.com/siauhiji (in a new window)and more pictures will be coming soon... ^o^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109513572871844226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109513572871844226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109513572871844226' title='Weekend Pictures...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109454425245171408</id><published>2004-09-07T13:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T09:51:37.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Meeting You... (I)</title><summary type='text'>Having been officially missing Anggie for more than 4 months, I was officially meeting her at her house ^___^Saturday, Sept 4th. I was too late to come there, as we had promised to see each other at 4 or 5 pm (GMT+7), and later felt uneasy to know everybody else (her family--except her father--and her friend) had been expecting me to come earlier since they wanted to ask me to go out for a meal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109454425245171408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109454425245171408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109454425245171408' title='Officially Meeting You... (I)'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109376063223453674</id><published>2004-08-29T13:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T13:40:31.866+07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome home...</title><summary type='text'>welcome home, lady...with a new spirit and marvellous dreams.a passion driving me crazy.a dew soothing me inward.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109376063223453674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109376063223453674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109376063223453674' title='welcome home...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109370999751524238</id><published>2004-08-28T22:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T12:52:55.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Dream Comes True </title><summary type='text'>I saw that girl. She was sitting near the mosque entrance, combing her hair after finishing her afternoon praying, as we had our appointment before. I was asking her if she had a little time after school so I could ask her anything about AFS Intercultural Program in which I got involved the selection process as a participant. As one among 4 students from our high school who was going to stay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109370999751524238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109370999751524238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109370999751524238' title='a Dream Comes True '/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109354308060021617</id><published>2004-08-27T00:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T01:03:27.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Controversial Polygamy</title><summary type='text'>For centuries, there is always a pros and cons about polygamy. If everybody else always makes an excuse for supporting and reason for rejecting based on religious texts (al-Quran and al-Hadist), I'd rather elaborate my opinion in a simple way. For the Pros:Polygamy has extremely heavy multiple consequences for the actors as well as their surroundings. Consider, reconsider, and re-reconsider </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109354308060021617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109354308060021617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109354308060021617' title='a Controversial Polygamy'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109301582438964776</id><published>2004-08-20T22:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T22:45:07.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiply.Com (II)</title><summary type='text'>Like I said before, I consider what Multiply offers is impractical. It is crystal clear that the concept behind Multiply is somewhere between weblog and networked-based community site (ie: friendster and its cloning temanster). People can have friends, see each others' profiles, journal, reviews, etc and do the same with their friends' friend as long as they have the permission. The combination</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109301582438964776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109301582438964776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109301582438964776' title='Multiply.Com (II)'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109166770583311465</id><published>2004-08-05T07:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T12:49:46.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiply.com</title><summary type='text'>With all due respect, I consider Multiply impractical. I will elaborate more details later.Not really sure? Go find out and give it a try. You may want to return to this page afterward.Disagree? Then what's there in your mind?Feel offended? HA!! I'm out of the play.*2 hands up, eyebrows raised*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109166770583311465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109166770583311465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109166770583311465' title='Multiply.com'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109154449774041722</id><published>2004-08-03T21:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T21:48:17.740+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Business is Done</title><summary type='text'>Jack, a smart businessman, talks to his son.Jack: I want you to marry a girl of my choiceSon : "I will choose my own bride!"Jack: "But the girl is Bill Gates's daughter."Son : "Well, in that case..."Next Jack approaches Bill Gates.Jack: "I have a husband for your daughter."Bill Gates: "But my daughter is too young to marry!"Jack: "But this young man is a vice-president of the World </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109154449774041722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109154449774041722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154449774041722' title='How Business is Done'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109138012393559156</id><published>2004-08-01T23:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T00:37:59.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noble House: A Novel of Contemporary Hong Kong (II - End)</title><summary type='text'>Hi all... this is the remaining of the novel I had promised to tell you:After the disastrous landslide that ripped off most parts of main highway at one important districs of Hong Kong, including important towers and buildings alongside, the situation had dramatically changed. The authority had signaled Priority One situation; Police and Army and people worked hands in hands under the order of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109138012393559156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109138012393559156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109138012393559156' title='Noble House: A Novel of Contemporary Hong Kong (II - End)'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109006964457215051</id><published>2004-07-17T18:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T23:45:58.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noble House: A Novel of Contemporary Hong Kong</title><summary type='text'>I am still reading approximately the last 200 pages of the total 1377 pages of James Clavell's Noble House. I found it really fascinating yet compelling; one thing because I have read another Clavell's works (Whirlwind and Shogun) to find those works are related to each other and the other is that I like the time-and-place style of description in them, not merely a story but also reflecting the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109006964457215051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109006964457215051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109006964457215051' title='Noble House: A Novel of Contemporary Hong Kong'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-109002754991388479</id><published>2004-07-17T07:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T08:32:25.963+07:00</updated><title type='text'>All change begins with you</title><summary type='text'>When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world; As I grew older and wiser I realized the world would not change. And I decided to shorten my sights somewhat and change only my country. But it too seemed immovable. As I entered my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I sought to change only my family, those closest to me, but alas they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109002754991388479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/109002754991388479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109002754991388479' title='All change begins with you'/><author><name>anggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387339215064991337</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-6249913.post-108991504207672925</id><published>2004-07-15T22:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T01:10:42.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>N3315, A Handbook of BPR, and LTSP</title><summary type='text'>The very first time I bought my own cellphone using my salary as a part timer. It's been Nokia 3315 (2nd hand). A few days later, I had to take so much pain for the horrible messages from a best friend that became ordinary friend afterward. Hahaha... I don't boast things up. It was a plain text with horror effect to me, that suddenly a chill went through me, so frightened to lose a friend like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108991504207672925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108991504207672925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108991504207672925' title='N3315, A Handbook of BPR, and LTSP'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108989608670668454</id><published>2004-07-15T19:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T22:16:01.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><summary type='text'>Anytime I ask myself this question in every case that reveals slowly the dark side of me, I suddenly remember one important thesis my personality resembles to: A mirror.Yeah. I reflect to many people around me. From the spoiled-but-charming-sparkling-loving-caring Anggie to meticulous-deterministic Malik with his Boolean logic analogy over all matters in the world repeated all the times.Nope.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108989608670668454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108989608670668454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108989608670668454' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108963968988782487</id><published>2004-07-12T20:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:41:29.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest Essays</title><summary type='text'>I've just uploaded my latest 2 essays, including the one I promised you to write. Check them out at http://www28.brinkster.com/kangadi...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108963968988782487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108963968988782487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963968988782487' title='My Latest Essays'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108909709872651341</id><published>2004-07-06T13:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T13:58:18.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Over...</title><summary type='text'>Hi guys and galz....how 'bout your GE out there? Hope you just vote the right persons to be our new president and his/her vice.Me? Still preparing the KKN report coz the deadline is coming up so fast...From Panjangrejo it is reported that Mega-Hasyim is again on top of the candidates, collecting about 34,14% votes, Amien-Siswono being the second with approximately 30,48 % and SBY-Kalla with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108909709872651341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108909709872651341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108909709872651341' title='It&apos;s Almost Over...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108640913036931633</id><published>2004-06-05T11:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T11:18:50.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaking out of a KKN Site :P</title><summary type='text'>Hi guys and galz...I took a chance to sneak out of my KKN site and leave the risk being redhanded behind :DI have written one of my stories at her blog (in Indonesian), but I need a few more days to write the rests here.OK? I got to go, see ya...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108640913036931633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108640913036931633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108640913036931633' title='Sneaking out of a KKN Site :P'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108632597174865174</id><published>2004-06-04T12:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T12:23:58.026+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Marvell: EYES AND TEARS.</title><summary type='text'>(Red:Andrew Marvell is one outstanding English Poet of the 17th century)HOW wisely Nature did decree, With the same eyes to weep and see ; That, having viewed the object vain, They might be ready to complain ! And, since the self-deluding sight In a false angle takes each height, These tears, which better measure all, Like watery lines and plummets fall. Two tears, which sorrow long did</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108632597174865174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108632597174865174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108632597174865174' title='Andrew Marvell: EYES AND TEARS.'/><author><name>Orit</name><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-6249913.post-108567820639018046</id><published>2004-05-27T23:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T00:16:46.390+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Break for a While...</title><summary type='text'>Friends...For exactly 40 days starting from May 31st, I might be off-blogging. It's because I have to join KKN (Kuliah Kerja Nyata) Program at PanjangRejo village, Pundong District, Bantul Regency, Jogjakarta and serve as a Kormanit (Coordinator of Students at a KKN TaskForce Unit). Our main program was focused on the 2nd stage of 2004 General Election: to socialize UU No 25 Tahun 2003 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108567820639018046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108567820639018046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108567820639018046' title='Take a Break for a While...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108506709420447948</id><published>2004-05-20T22:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T12:41:47.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something So Precious</title><summary type='text'>You gave something that money can't buy.You gave me your love.Period.CAUTION: the last word should be spelled and interpreted correctly. ^___^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108506709420447948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108506709420447948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108506709420447948' title='Something So Precious'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108505937273173355</id><published>2004-05-20T20:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T20:22:52.730+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bedtime Story</title><summary type='text'>Years ago, when I was a little boy, my dad used to ask me to do a little massage on him. I can remember that on the first time, I did that for fun. All I had to do was to walk back and forth on his body, from his back to his legs, while he is lying on the bed. And the most important thing, I thought it would be something to do occasionally. But I was wrong. Later on, since he asked me to do the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108505937273173355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108505937273173355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108505937273173355' title='A Bedtime Story'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108455343637457063</id><published>2004-05-14T23:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:50:36.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Post for Today</title><summary type='text'>Hohoho...There's nothing any writer fear of except the lost of creativity, getting stuck in a way that he/she even doesn't know what to write.In the realm of boredom, there should be some sorts enlightment.The question is: how to find one?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108455343637457063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108455343637457063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108455343637457063' title='No Post for Today'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108448534894223762</id><published>2004-05-14T04:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T06:01:33.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Deepest Condolence Goes to...</title><summary type='text'>.. Hendrat Prasetya. He passed away on May 9th, 2004 at 17.58 WIB in a tragic traffic accident somewhere near Bawen, Semarang Municipality, Central Java. Can't you imagine? a motorcycle against a bus? Poor Hendrat...He's been a good friend of mine since Dec 2000. The first time I saw him was in the first session of Merpati Putih training at UGM. He's already a Balik I belt holder (red belt with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108448534894223762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108448534894223762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108448534894223762' title='My Deepest Condolence Goes to...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108405626442191573</id><published>2004-05-09T05:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T05:49:55.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart is made of...</title><summary type='text'>Heart of Crystal What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? brought to you by Quizillahttp://quizilla.com/users/MissAnthropy/quizzes/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108405626442191573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108405626442191573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108405626442191573' title='My Heart is made of...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108393094336625544</id><published>2004-05-07T18:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T19:00:11.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Team Member Has Joined...</title><summary type='text'>I hereby give sincere welcome to Anggi, who has approved my invitation to join this blog. For your information, she is now a student of Communication Management, International Program at Hogeschool Inholland. She is one among talented writer, a good friend of mine, and currently the one who fills my empty heart.Oh dear Anggi... I can't wait to read your post... ^__^V</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108393094336625544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108393094336625544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108393094336625544' title='Another Team Member Has Joined...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108384578990238489</id><published>2004-05-06T19:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T19:55:01.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORK 7</title><summary type='text'>To have a robot learning becomes a dilema. This is my answer to Homework 7 of Introduction to Robotics by Bipin Indurkhya.Advantages:1. Less complexity of design. We don't have to identify all possible case that the robot has to deal with. It's very useful for designing robot operating in unpredictable environment. For example: consider  a mission to Mars. A team of researchers would like to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108384578990238489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108384578990238489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108384578990238489' title='HOMEWORK 7'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108359630575784726</id><published>2004-05-03T21:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T22:02:38.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Important Thing for me Now is...</title><summary type='text'>...to be accepted just the way I am. (thanks to you, Anggi) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108359630575784726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108359630575784726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359630575784726' title='The Most Important Thing for me Now is...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108309344609350720</id><published>2004-04-28T02:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T02:29:43.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Comment on Nita Bellissima's Blog ^_^</title><summary type='text'>Hemmmm.... just another man's opinion, posted on Nita's weblog:First. I want to criticize the annual ceremony of Kartini Day which seem to turn merely into kebaya's festival (or even Kartini-Like Pageant). Consequently, the slogan "to inherit the spirit of woman emansipation" as a main campaign has degraded into the symbol of physically-idealistic modern women. It's now only a rhetorics in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108309344609350720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108309344609350720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108309344609350720' title='A Comment on Nita Bellissima&apos;s Blog ^_^'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108302581424172062</id><published>2004-04-27T07:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T08:39:00.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>WhaT ARe SoRrY FoR?</title><summary type='text'> If we never learn from the past,and couldn't stop hurting each other,despite thousands of time of apologizingand forgiving,then...WhaT ARe SoRrY FoR?NOTE: the same version of mine at her blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108302581424172062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108302581424172062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302581424172062' title='WhaT ARe SoRrY FoR?'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108273585800860565</id><published>2004-04-25T02:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T07:03:43.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin is in Germany: a Movie by Hannes Stöhr </title><summary type='text'> This is the synopsis of "Berlin is in Germany", one of German movies showed at "Pekan Film Jerman UGM" on the first day, April 19 2004. I've made this one to be reflexive and moral centered, living some details of the story behind.  I am not writing a professional review, anyway... ^__^V The gate is opening. Martin stands in front of it, then walks through, with his luggage in his left hand. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108273585800860565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108273585800860565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273585800860565' title='Berlin is in Germany: a Movie by Hannes Stöhr '/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108257582720468771</id><published>2004-04-22T02:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T00:17:37.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grill Point: An Affair to Forget</title><summary type='text'>synopsis by http://german.about.com/library/blfilm_grillpoint.htmDid you ever wonder what life is like in the East German backwater town of Frankfurt an der Oder in winter? Neither did I until I saw GRILL POINT (HALBE TREPPE). Turns out, it's cold, dark, gritty, and depressing, with a few laughs now and then — just like Andreas Dresen's film about midlife crisis German style.Halbe TreppeUwe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108257582720468771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108257582720468771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108257582720468771' title='Grill Point: An Affair to Forget'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108195631207194597</id><published>2004-04-14T21:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T00:42:08.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You (silent MODE)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108195631207194597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108195631207194597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195631207194597' title='Thank You (silent MODE)'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108189874761485670</id><published>2004-04-14T06:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T02:00:29.200+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hei, what happen?</title><summary type='text'>Hei, what really happened last night that I should thank to the following people?flashy_jogja, anggi_1984, imponk03, poisoncatnip, dabel3, racingdynamicz, neysa_putri, bmendota, and nitsnitz@aol.com...  Thanks for yesterday. It's a beautiful night with you all...Thanks for the e-cards, for the sincerity of your hearts, and for the lovely YM sessions :DAnd to someone who make this life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108189874761485670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108189874761485670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108189874761485670' title='Hei, what happen?'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108145795640969559</id><published>2004-04-09T02:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T17:16:28.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was the General Election a Great Success?</title><summary type='text'>Regardless of how one defines the word "success", I believe that the answer is "yes,  the GE is a remarkable success". I prefer seeing its substantive changes from the previous ones rather than scrutinizing the technical details. It is for the first time that Indonesian people vote not only for the existing political parties, but also for the individuals representing the constituents' and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108145795640969559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108145795640969559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108145795640969559' title='Was the General Election a Great Success?'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108145103953088079</id><published>2004-04-08T01:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T17:06:25.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Things're Getting Worse...</title><summary type='text'>when things're getting worse...you want to scream but you can'tyou feel that the whole world leaves you behindyou think that hope is gonejust keep this in your mind: I've been through the bad times before, and survive. So? piece of cake lah! (nyam nyam...) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108145103953088079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108145103953088079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108145103953088079' title='When Things&apos;re Getting Worse...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108066665611270808</id><published>2004-03-30T23:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T00:25:54.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTE: A Few Simple Ideas for New Language Learners</title><summary type='text'>Copyright (C) 1999. Ambrose Thomson, Angela Thomson, Chad Thomson, Greg Thomson[C]ommuningA language is not an academic subject. A language is something that happens between people in flesh and blood. That is where it is. That is what it is. No more. No less. Individuals experience the world individually. That is called perception. Communities experience the world together. That is called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108066665611270808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108066665611270808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066665611270808' title='CUTE: A Few Simple Ideas for New Language Learners'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108057877825613150</id><published>2004-03-30T01:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T01:28:35.280+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a Little Girl and a Chef Change Her Life...</title><summary type='text'>That's exactly what I think after watching Bella Martha (Mostly Martha), one of German movies I listed somewhere in this blog. The movie exposes some symbols that are straightforward in meaning, thus conveying Sandra Nettlebecks' dream of what a scene of romantic life of an skillful female chef looks like. The little girl and the new chef are the keys that drive some ideal of Martha's life to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108057877825613150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108057877825613150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108057877825613150' title='Finally, a Little Girl and a Chef Change Her Life...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-108016474283680610</id><published>2004-03-25T04:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T04:59:08.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at 4 Different Levels</title><summary type='text'>To love someone is nothingTo be loved by someone is somethingTo be loved by someone you love is excitingTo be loved by Allah is everything.(anonymous)  --&gt; please tell me if you know who he/she is, OK? :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108016474283680610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/108016474283680610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108016474283680610' title='Love at 4 Different Levels'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107993140221127844</id><published>2004-03-22T12:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T15:51:21.746+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning All the Time... (hiks)</title><summary type='text'>Ahahahaha...Actually, Nita was exaggerating when she told me my english is "very well-done" and "bagus bgttt :)". Ummmm... like I always says in the description: "...anything from editing my bad english...", I want to say that everything is evolving (it should!) toward better result. Obviously I am still learning, and I hope I can make other things work well too, not just this one.But yeah...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107993140221127844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107993140221127844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993140221127844' title='Learning All the Time... (hiks)'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107902030631888860</id><published>2004-03-11T22:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T00:03:56.983+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Beauty</title><summary type='text'>"Kiku-san is such a perfect beauty that a man taking her to bed has double-edged knife in his household: complete distraction and extreme jealousy from any other men " says Lord Toranaga-noh-Minowara ("Shogun" by James Clavell).Just thinking that Kiku San in this world would be someone like Jeon-Ji-Hyun or Takako Matsu?? Wondering... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107902030631888860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107902030631888860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902030631888860' title='A Perfect Beauty'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107858068088652041</id><published>2004-03-10T01:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T01:50:06.983+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Good Reason Why He Is So Protective Over Us...</title><summary type='text'>Just before moving out to Semarang after 5 years being Bandung inhabitant, while making myself busy with packings and the likes, I found some documents that finally uncover the big question: why he is so protective over us...Argamakmur, Northern Bengkulu. A small house near the outskirts of the town. 18.50 PM.Right after Maghrib praying Mr Soemarno was sitting on the living room, reading his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107858068088652041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107858068088652041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107858068088652041' title='One Good Reason Why He Is So Protective Over Us...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107756379071213548</id><published>2004-02-24T02:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:00:36.013+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Preparing My Article...</title><summary type='text'>Oh,It's been only 5 days since my last post, and things seem to work well out there. Ika, mbak Ita, mas Adhi and others have come and knocked knocked knocked, to see where I've been these days ^_^.  Actually I'm still overwhelmed with my article to submit prior to soft launching of www.akuingintahu.com in a couple of days. Why don't you become volunteer at this site? Simply contact the admin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107756379071213548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107756379071213548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756379071213548' title='Still Preparing My Article...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107711472180253255</id><published>2004-02-18T20:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:59:43.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Brainstorm Together...</title><summary type='text'>Hi all...So far, I've been thinking of doing colaborative brainstorming with all of you. To me, it's something like having online Groups Decision Support System (GDSS), a topic that is very popular among computer scientists. The only different is that due to lack of interactivity, we'll do this in one-to-many relationship: I ("one") give my reply to any of your comments ("many of you"). If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107711472180253255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107711472180253255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107711472180253255' title='Let&apos;s Brainstorm Together...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107711727235155068</id><published>2004-02-17T23:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T23:33:05.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My V-Day Stories? Oh No...</title><summary type='text'>Hahaha...PrincessLidya and Tuteh have been kindly asking me about my V-Day stories... Ummm, I feel uneasy to talk about it. But yeah, I'll tell you anyway, and hope that you'll learn something from it.  ^_^The setting goes back to 17 Jan 2004, about a month before the day. After having another quarrel with one of my best friend because of our past conflict, finally I said that I loved her so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107711727235155068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107711727235155068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107711727235155068' title='My V-Day Stories? Oh No...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107694475979133380</id><published>2004-02-16T21:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T10:03:14.343+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I'm Waiting For Your Comments...</title><summary type='text'>Hi friends,I just want to know if you've ever watched one of these German movies and what you think about it. I've read the review, but only some of them..."Anansi""Bellaria - So Lange Wir Leben!""Berlin is in Germany""Bungalow""Ghettokids""Grill Point (Halbe Treppe)""Heart over Head (Herz im Kopf)""Klassenfahrt""Manns--Ein Jahrhundertroman, Die""Map of the Heart, A (Der Felsen)""</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107694475979133380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107694475979133380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694475979133380' title='Oh, I&apos;m Waiting For Your Comments...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107683810230571183</id><published>2004-02-15T16:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T16:52:41.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Laughs...</title><summary type='text'>I took this fake news from humorix.org, one of my fave humor-like stuffs among Open Source community. It's merely a joke with a clear message implied, so don't you feel offended if you're a fanatic Microsoft's user :DBill Bless YouFictional Story written by Daniel Novotny on February 11, 2004from the at-least-i-hope-this-is-fictional dept.I made a mistake. Again. My little heart aches. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107683810230571183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107683810230571183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107683810230571183' title='Just for Laughs...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107660638082123211</id><published>2004-02-13T02:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T13:35:10.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Like Being Reborn Afterward? Tell Me About It! </title><summary type='text'>After going through a hard time, or a close-to-death experience like car accidents, or simply someone step up to you and put his knife on your belly asking for a little bucks --sometimes even your very life-- and suddenly you think "oh, no... not now, please!", what would you feel if somehow you can escape well and alive? yeah... i-feel-like-being-reborn.It happened to me all the time.First </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107660638082123211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107660638082123211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660638082123211' title='Feel Like Being Reborn Afterward? Tell Me About It! '/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107642458765463688</id><published>2004-02-10T21:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T23:39:21.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Thank You*, /Thank You/ and _Thank You_ </title><summary type='text'>Phew! That was close!! Suddenly I feel I'm the luckiest guy in the world. There're so much to do,  those dreams have to become reality. One way or another. The first and foremost thanks goes to Allah SWT for He doesn't squeeze me because of my sins so far. O God wherever you are, I believe I'm not that good, but thanks for giving me second chance.Next, it goes to my friends from Alste community</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107642458765463688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107642458765463688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107642458765463688' title='*Thank You*, /Thank You/ and _Thank You_ '/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107625058311536628</id><published>2004-02-08T20:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T00:32:44.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution (2004) Revisited</title><summary type='text'>Since I wrote down my new years resolution here, to my amazement, I felt a lot of change in my life.First, I sleep quite often. That's why second: I have a slight pain on my neck and my back. Third, it's been a long time since I sleep with an ordinary dream. It's been a dull nightly ritual (ups! don't mix up with "that" nightly ritual. I'm still single ya know :P).Well, but the good news is: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107625058311536628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107625058311536628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107625058311536628' title='New Years Resolution (2004) Revisited'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107624475550582354</id><published>2004-02-08T19:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T00:35:58.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainstorming in Progress...</title><summary type='text'>When seeing myself in the mirror, my minds wandering...What are you looking at? why do you stare me like that? When the last time was an acne on your face just because of your dream girl?? How could you do that to her? Now she's gone. To somewhere you can't even think of. Or afford to (well, maybe someday). Nobody's with you now. She and her friends are now your thorn in your flesh. Why? You've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107624475550582354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107624475550582354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107624475550582354' title='Brainstorming in Progress...'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107625486438226346</id><published>2004-02-06T22:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T00:27:32.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam : Mr Ign Purnomo, M.Kom</title><summary type='text'>My lovely lecturer, Mr Ign Purnomo, M.Kom, has passed away on Friday, 6 Feb 2004. May he rest in peace.He taught us in wide range subjects: Database, Concepts of Programming Languages, (Discrete Event) Simulation,  Genetic Algorithms. In any of his lecture, he always gives us a lesson of life. Something like "life-skill education". That's a plus.I'm not kidding when I tell you he is lovely. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107625486438226346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107625486438226346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107625486438226346' title='In Memoriam : Mr Ign Purnomo, M.Kom'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107591698999061953</id><published>2004-02-05T00:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T00:57:13.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Something Smart, you M*r*n!</title><summary type='text'>When I read How to Ask Question in Smart Way for the first time, I felt so offended. When I did it for the 2nd and so forth, I can't help laughing... There's something peculiar about hackers' way to communicate. They always see things as problem solving, thus speak anything in a "cut-through-the-bullshit" manner.Go on, see it yourself.Q:      Where can I find program or resource X?A:      </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107591698999061953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107591698999061953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591698999061953' title='Ask Something Smart, you M*r*n!'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107557134670945804</id><published>2004-02-01T00:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T09:18:31.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy of Gunung Slamet: 31 January 2001</title><summary type='text'>To commemorate my friends: Ismarilianti, Bergas Agung Pramuditya, Turniyadi, Fauzan, Masrukhi. You're all of high value in my memory. A scene of bravery, never ending struggle of survival untill you have reached your verge of undeniable destiny. Rest in peace my friends. Gunung Slamet with its lethal rainy storm may have stopped your heart beat, but will never ever stop your fighting spirit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107557134670945804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107557134670945804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107557134670945804' title='Tragedy of Gunung Slamet: 31 January 2001'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107549808604258390</id><published>2004-01-31T04:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T00:46:25.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note on My New Dress</title><summary type='text'>As you can see on the bottom-left side, I have attached three logos. They are "Hackers' Emblem", "BlueRibbon Campaign for Free Online Speech" and "AnyBrowser Campaign for Web Accessibility". It didn't happen as coincidence, though, for I have become "a secret admirer" of Eric Steven Raymond, whose link to his website has been in existence since the first time I created this blog.        </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107549808604258390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107549808604258390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107549808604258390' title='A Note on My New Dress'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107530499365449872</id><published>2004-01-28T22:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T04:00:40.356+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am standing on my own again--II</title><summary type='text'>here I am standing on my own againon the edge of lonelinessletting the wind of time blows through mestanding still, bare footedtrying to take off the jewellery of individualismletting the rain fades the fake smile of hapiness on my facereaching out my hands try to seizeevery drop of loveand absorb through my skinhoping to be someone newwithout any idea of lonelinessO Sep</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107530499365449872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107530499365449872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107530499365449872' title='Here I am standing on my own again--II'/><author><name>Orit</name><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-6249913.post-107513391864226758</id><published>2004-01-26T23:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T05:23:47.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatterbrains at Works</title><summary type='text'>"We're all one thing, Liutenant. That's why I've come to realize. Like cells in our body. Except we can't see the body. The way fish can't see the ocean. And so we envy each other. Hurt each other. hate each other. How silly is that? A heart cell hating a lung cell."-- Cassie from THE THREE--That's the ending screen of "Adaptation", a movie based on Susan Orlean's "The Orchid Thief", directed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107513391864226758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107513391864226758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513391864226758' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=70228&amp;dict=CALD&quot;&gt;Scatterbrains&lt;/a&gt; at Works'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107451492336377790</id><published>2004-01-19T19:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T21:19:51.670+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do We Create and Manage The Conflict of The Story?</title><summary type='text'>Building and managing the conflict among the characters that we created is the most challenging yet interesting part. Josip Novakovich in his book "Writing Fiction: Step By Step" (Indonesian version: "Berguru Kepada Sastrawan Dunia" by Penerbit Kaifa) has suggested several techniques, some of which deal with person-to-person conflicts. Let's take a look for this one:[...]A: Your threat "you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107451492336377790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107451492336377790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107451492336377790' title='How Do We Create and Manage The Conflict of The Story?'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107400701034114620</id><published>2004-01-13T22:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T02:38:00.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You Looking in Creating Weblog of Your Own, Actually? (Part II)</title><summary type='text'>In Part I, I have discussed the most notable issue of people creating weblogs. Second remarks is surely his/her own privacy.  This issue exists as most weblogs are merely displaying online diary to be commented by others, most of whom are the maintainer's friends (old and new ones). Guestbook or so-called shoutbox is also popular among bloggers to have smalltalk from simply saying "hello world, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107400701034114620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107400701034114620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107400701034114620' title='What Are You Looking in Creating Weblog of Your Own, Actually? (Part II)'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107390814518632511</id><published>2004-01-12T18:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T23:00:50.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem of Depression</title><summary type='text'>--Dont try to understand my heart--1look at me standing here on my own again.,don't ask me what I am longing forcoz I can't answer it eitherthe look in my eyes will answer you completelythis is when all moments turn blue to mewhen every sunny day turns cloudy to mewhen all smiles show emptiness in my heartwhen all happiness feel incomplete when I ask my heart what will make this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107390814518632511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107390814518632511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107390814518632511' title='Poem of Depression'/><author><name>Orit</name><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-6249913.post-107373244615582019</id><published>2004-01-10T17:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T19:11:25.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Creative Writer Has Joined!</title><summary type='text'>We have recently approved new team member: Orit. Hopefully, her postings will make this weblog more fun with girl's touch :P Welcome aboard, young lady! And shock them with your well-crafted writing talents... ^_^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107373244615582019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107373244615582019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107373244615582019' title='Our New Creative Writer Has Joined!'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107347086966950536</id><published>2004-01-07T17:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T17:27:28.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reflection of MAPAGAMA</title><summary type='text'>This is the draft I'm working on. Be sure to read it through, and create the completed version of your own. You can use [...OMITTED...] section as a place to start. Please contact me if you've already done with it, so  I can publish it here with the copyright of your own, and others visiting this blog can enjoy your work too (^_^).NAMAKU  IISOleh: Wahyu Adi SetyantoNamaku Iis. Umurku 21 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107347086966950536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107347086966950536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107347086966950536' title='Another Reflection of MAPAGAMA'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107299644064498603</id><published>2004-01-02T05:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:17:44.543+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are You Looking in Creating Weblog of Your Own, Actually? (Part I)</title><summary type='text'>I hope I made the title clear. This question often arises in my mind whenever I see others' weblog, which is usually tell the visitors anything related to the creator(s).  The term "related" here doesn't imply "relevant" to visitors (let alone "useful"), since the motivation itself lies somewhere very close to showing his/her own existence on the Net. It is interesting to notice that only an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107299644064498603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107299644064498603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107299644064498603' title='What are You Looking in Creating Weblog of Your Own, Actually? (Part I)'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107624858379114238</id><published>2004-01-01T20:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T20:59:13.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Years Resolution</title><summary type='text'>My 2004 Resolution would be like this:If I still had a chance to live in this tiny world when the new years comes,I wish I could have a _good_night_sleep_ starting from that day till the end of my life.So simple. Coz I need a _good_night_dream_ to bear this complicated life ever since I was born.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107624858379114238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107624858379114238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107624858379114238' title='My New Years Resolution'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107279294157127372</id><published>2003-12-30T20:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T21:12:00.610+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reflection of MAPAGAMA</title><summary type='text'>This is my latest short story. I know some of you would prefer Indonesian, though the glossary are left in English for the sake of clarity, because I can't give you the pictures at the moment.  I recommend you www.rockclimbing.com for further reference.Next time, I will post the first 7 paragraphs of my draft, and let's see if any of you could manage to complete it... :p Perhaps it would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107279294157127372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107279294157127372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107279294157127372' title='A Reflection of MAPAGAMA'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107258437179809873</id><published>2003-12-28T10:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T12:09:52.020+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainstorming Techniques HOWTO</title><summary type='text'>The brainstorming technique I explain to you is based on Donald H Weiss' best selling book "How to Write Easily and Effectively" first published in 1986, with some modification I found suit my style (noted with "modification").  I still love the technique for it is simple and takes only 10-15 minutes of your precious time. All you need to perform effective brainstorming is paper and pencil, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107258437179809873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107258437179809873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107258437179809873' title='Brainstorming Techniques HOWTO'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107255675996531403</id><published>2003-12-28T03:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T03:27:15.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brown-eyed Girl Like You: The Making</title><summary type='text'>You know something? Within the whole month searching the idea, including 3 days full of typing-revising-typing cycles for those scaterred scenes in my mind, I manage to complete this story. Why does it take so long? you might ask. Well, that's the question. The answer is: to cook the story long enough to make it quite reasonable, though some of my friends have spot those weirds: the way Ajeng </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107255675996531403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107255675996531403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107255675996531403' title='A Brown-eyed Girl Like You: The Making'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107247985234166384</id><published>2003-12-27T05:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T15:04:20.510+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brown-eyed Girl Like You : The Short Story</title><summary type='text'>Let's start with how I work around my fave short story: "A Brown-eyed Girl Like You".Ups! You haven't read it yet?? OK. OK. Take it easy! Put down your shoe and sit down calmly... :DHere it is... And on the next post, I will tell you something about the making behind it.A Brown-eyed Girl Like You[1]by : Wahyu Adi Setyanto "...feel good, eh? Leaving your hometown for Diemen, to study </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107247985234166384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107247985234166384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107247985234166384' title='A Brown-eyed Girl Like You : The Short Story'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6249913.post-107245863319333718</id><published>2003-12-27T00:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T06:18:37.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Printing Problem at Work</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever tried printing line-per-line basis, using no automatic formatting? You have to control where exactly the printer head should point to, print formfeed just to pick it out of the printer, or simply make sure your text doesn't goes too far beyond right alignment you specified. All is done just using Delphi at Linux??  Well, If you haven't, I tell you: It sucks! But I haven't found </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107245863319333718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6249913/posts/default/107245863319333718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahyu-adi.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107245863319333718' title='Printing Problem at Work'/><author><name>wahyu adi setyanto</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117426353308080335465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0pjGMNplCM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAACI/_g66sGQV1Hk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
