<?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-2001545106293735796</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:43:46.884-08:00</updated><category term='storytale'/><category term='requested poem'/><category term='diary poem'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>guitar without strings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-940642381897144191</id><published>2010-04-16T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:07:56.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this is my last post on this blog, so be grateful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm gonna make my story to a tale for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't make it as a poem, so here it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAREWELL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once upon a time, there was 3 kingdoms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first kingdom, led by a kind yet humble king, yves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second kingdom, led by a smart and beautiful queen, ann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the last kingdom, led by an evil king, otto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first, yves fall in love with ann, but ann rejected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ann loves someone else, which is otto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but otto is an evil being, he knows that yves loves ann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so he tricked ann to attack yves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first ann showed up in yves kingdom gates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yves, shocked with happiness, call the guards to open the gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there was an ambush, coming from an opened gates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so ann's kingdom wreck the whole town, leaving yves wounded and broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;otto feel satisfied, and take ann inside his kingdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not before long till otto feels bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly he saw yves building his empire from dust to gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet he tries to trick ann again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ann, full of depression, comes to yves kingdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was told by the king, otto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"if you're the queen i was looking for, you must prove it to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bring me yves heart, and i'll marry you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so ann come to yves's kingdom, full of depression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so he kneel before yves, begging for mercy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she pured all her might to make a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to convince yves to make an opening for attack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yves is a humble king, so he forgive ann. he gives a second chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and invite ann to his kingdom, to his throne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but suddenly, ann stabbed him from the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ann takes his heart away, and give him to his lord, otto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;otto feels satisfied again, yet if won't last long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he unites the kingdoms within his hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he fell in love with another kingdom's princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dumped ann for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ann, confused, walking through the woods of hatred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there she founds yves's body, paralyzed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yves's not dead, he's barely breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was only one thought on ann mind, to impress otto again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she founds an axe, left by some woodchuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she wields the axe high above her head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and get ready to chop the king's head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he saw yves face, covered by blood and tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end of the story, i don't know. coz i'm still living that story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'll make sure this story has an ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe in a week, a month, a year, nobody knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if you have a good idea for ending let me know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until then, goodbye for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for reading or see this blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going on a trip, so this is goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be grateful, and farewell :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-940642381897144191?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/940642381897144191/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2010/04/farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/940642381897144191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/940642381897144191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2010/04/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-3015167475194942191</id><published>2010-01-07T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:55:55.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytale'/><title type='text'>crimson day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I was cryin' when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryin' to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Your love is sweet misery&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' just to get you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dyin', cause I let you&lt;br /&gt;Do what you do, down on me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cryin' - Aerosmith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's hurts when you know she's your cinderella and you're not prince charming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a pain in the heart when you know someone stabbed her from the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's a shame that you know about it and can't do anything about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sure you'll be broken when you know, she sees you as nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah it's been a while since i feel this feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is not a poem or something i wrote about everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a story about man, that think he's important&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow realized that he's nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a time that a man loved his lover very much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but her lover just using him as a substitution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he know it, but he can't do anything about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he feels pain inside, but he can't help falling in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when the girl falls to agony by her lover, she's broken inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the man knows that, and try to comfort her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all he can do is talk talk and talk his mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk all in his head, all the useless thing came up he's mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he knows another girl care for him, feel his pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if he know that, he's persistent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's been reaching to his heart, make it good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;built a shelter of trust inside his burning heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the man knows that, he knows all about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but his eyes blinded by fire of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he doesn't see everyone besides that girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let the possible got away, take the impossible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's possessed, he hear nothing else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except moan and cries all over the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he kneel down by his feet, and pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so God give him strength to survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this story ain't over, coz he's still living on it'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in anytime at a moment, he'll end it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the crimson day he'll pour everything in his head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even knowing that he'll failed, he's just plain stubborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i'm saving this ending till next event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just thinking, when the day has come, bloody red crimson day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the red wine pouring to his cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his tears become blood, paint his coffin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamis, 2010 January 07&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-3015167475194942191?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3015167475194942191/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2010/01/crimson-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Talk to me softly&lt;br /&gt;There's something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't hang your head in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And please don't cry"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't Cry - Guns n Roses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;font-size:100%;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel your heart burned out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's something in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me inside you're broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if you told it's fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you wanna cry sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sometimes sure it's hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than take your hand beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and please don't let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold your tears today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait for me, i'm coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz i'll take the tears instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we'll share the pain together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me that you're not fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me honestly, i'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me you wan't to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz i'll be the shoulder you can lean on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just hold your arms in your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cry your heart out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be there as soon as i can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make sure you're not broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let this rain come pour to your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your body, and your spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so they can extinguish your flames inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let me approach your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cry your heart out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selasa, 2009 Desember 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-8040629721399805481?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8040629721399805481/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/cry-your-heart-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/8040629721399805481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/8040629721399805481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/cry-your-heart-out.html' title='cry your heart out'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-8857049517511484331</id><published>2009-12-23T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:27:09.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"They say that no man is an island,&lt;br /&gt;And good things come to those who wait,&lt;br /&gt;But the things I hear are there just to remind me,&lt;br /&gt;Every dog will have his day."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santa Fe - Bon Jovi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yeah you know this world is hot and cold&lt;div&gt;fiery but wet, comfort as hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can say that not everybody won, nor everybody lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there's no such thing as lost everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those who won, your story far from over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you must keep your win until someone put an end of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep that until you are the absolute winner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now, take your triumph and proud of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take your prize home and look at it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look how much you fight for it, cried and hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you take alot of train and makes it way down here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we proud of you, my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to you whose lost, you're not losing anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you learn from this loss, and grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;world's not always sweet, it's bitter after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the best medicine is the bitter ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you take your wound, mend by itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you learn more, grow even higher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you take your step, train and learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until you're ready to be the winner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;either of you, take your step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;move on, don't look behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your world is yours to conquer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's always people pushing you forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you're not lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rabu, 2009 Desember 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-8857049517511484331?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8857049517511484331/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-not-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/8857049517511484331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/8857049517511484331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-not-lost.html' title='you&apos;re not lost'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-913735697024592699</id><published>2009-12-22T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:26:32.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I can't fight this feeling any longer.&lt;br /&gt;And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.&lt;br /&gt;What started out as friendship,&lt;br /&gt;Has grown stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I had the strength to let it show."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't Fight This Feelings - REO Speedwagon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would never thought that world will be this friendly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i found you, i knew world is so beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you take my world even higher and higher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you brighten my eyes, show me the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i just want to sit beside you and talk with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to saw your faces and hear your voices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to dream about you everyday and night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to feel you inside my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to take you to your adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to spread your voices over the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this whole world can hear your voices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and remember your voices in their ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so please came in here, stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take your time, look around us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what makes you so important to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how your presence makes me alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found you now, so don't say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear i will be here forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to feel this world even longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with you within my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz i love you now, i need you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can't fight this feelings anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you come here and restore my senses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me feel this world a little bit longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rabu, 2009 December 23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-913735697024592699?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-4563392560843816854</id><published>2009-12-20T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T08:49:17.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>build it right</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Building the Church - Steve Vai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come on hear the march&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's stomp, wake the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make it fast, we're on road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz we're building it right here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kill the laziness, take over yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't waste your time n vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;land off the foundation, marking that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're building there right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foundation of faith, wall from words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiles of innovation, roof of believes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fences made by strong will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and our prayers as the choir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't fear the evil that threaten us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if they rain on us a thousand of boulders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our building is indestructable, immovable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lies within our heart, it stands tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe the old building's gone but the spirit lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't mind the crack or the holes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make it over by your faith, take your stands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;build it right there, right inside your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;build it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minggu, 2009 Desember 20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-4563392560843816854?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4563392560843816854/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/build-it-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/4563392560843816854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/4563392560843816854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/build-it-right.html' title='build it right'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-3663607343386753601</id><published>2009-12-19T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:54:16.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;That maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain't so far down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One Last Breath - Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like ten feet off the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw you from the gorge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing what you like, anything you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw you makes me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the other side, i saw her standing there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smiling at me, laughing at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw her paying attention to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just makes me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i saw your pretty face again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're not even recognize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or just saw here a little bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're neglecting me there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl oh girl, what makes your eyes turn blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why don't you look at me from afar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz love don't come, they grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes it been hard keeping it alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl, don't make me choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz when i'm thinking about you and her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw your light blightened my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but her light even brighter from yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz she's recoznized my existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keeping me alive, makes me live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you're not even there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i'm looking at you from afar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i choose her, my funny friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't disappoint me, just look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz i can see you, from the light from your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your laugh, keeps me alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minggu, 2009 Desember 20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-3663607343386753601?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3663607343386753601/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/3663607343386753601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/3663607343386753601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/alive.html' title='alive'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-8377484267013185963</id><published>2009-12-14T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:26:08.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Can you take me high enough&lt;br /&gt;To fly me over yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Can you take me high enough&lt;br /&gt;It's never over&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's just a memory"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;High Enough - Damn Yankees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have to choose a person in this live&lt;br /&gt;to be taken somewhere, in an adventure&lt;br /&gt;you, i'll take you, coz you're the one&lt;br /&gt;who teach me how to dream and how to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you lit this fire somehow&lt;br /&gt;this feelings become bigger and bigger&lt;br /&gt;this body can't contain more of this feelings&lt;br /&gt;just as deep as i think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could i take your hand&lt;br /&gt;and hold it within my arms&lt;br /&gt;can i feel your heart around me&lt;br /&gt;burning inside this feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i'll take you somewhere&lt;br /&gt;over the endless sea&lt;br /&gt;under the deep blue sky&lt;br /&gt;and take you to the big, big adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take you where the blind will see&lt;br /&gt;when the deaf could hear&lt;br /&gt;and the mute can say&lt;br /&gt;coz words isn't needed anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my feelings will finally grow over&lt;br /&gt;as wide as the countless mountains&lt;br /&gt;as deep as the blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;across the universe, living endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aboard&lt;br /&gt;Senin, 2009 Desember 14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-8377484267013185963?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8377484267013185963/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/aboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/8377484267013185963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/8377484267013185963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/aboard.html' title='aboard'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-8184716269525306090</id><published>2009-12-13T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T06:20:18.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know that you belong to me every night&lt;br /&gt;You suddenly appear in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It happens when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;It isn't right&lt;br /&gt;What I do in my dreams with you" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In My Dream With You - Steve Vai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's only you and me, in this room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without anybody, we could talk all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw your faces, hear your voices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we talk a lot about ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we talk about how fun your life is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full of experience, happy and sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hear how much you like to adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and promising i would take you everywhere you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we talk about how i met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how my mouth chapped just by seeing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how hard i try to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how my effort pays me somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we talk about our future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can we do, if we're apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we promise each other that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how far we're apart, we'll be waiting for each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as the night goes deeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with your faces all around my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i encouraged myself to show you my feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until someone wakes me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realize it was a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little, but nice, very nice dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would give you anything, to make it happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would love to, but i'm very, very shy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minggu, 2009 Desember 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-8184716269525306090?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8184716269525306090/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Who's to know if your soul will fade at all&lt;br /&gt;The one you sold to fool the world&lt;br /&gt;You lost your self esteem along the way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fake It - Seether&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;welcome to the beach of sadness&lt;div&gt;where your tears is your only friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when your smile didn't exist anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people's dancing on your loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcome to the jungle of misunderstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where your mouth chapped in fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you fall to depths of sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and living isn't a fun thing anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcome to the cliff of hypocrite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where a thousand tears holds no sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when your smile is your only weapon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come, and enjoy the thrill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcome to the city of lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where you can't trust anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everybody can't trust you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcome, feel the comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcome to the nation of reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where your tears reflects your weakness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fairy tale isn't exist anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with no signs of living, happiness inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nation of reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minggu, 2009 Desember 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-8260239619226920670?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-604235327679123617</id><published>2009-12-13T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:57:47.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>return!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;this is my return from a longggg longg vacuum... maybe i've got this feeling again, enjoy now, will you? hahaha... coz now it's improved, i give a little piece of a song behind that poem, just listen at it... recommended by ME... awkawkaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-604235327679123617?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-3538625167272853154</id><published>2009-04-21T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:41:48.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>apologize</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : sad, dissapointed to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you're making big mistake, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "i'm sorry, really, really sorry. the fault is all mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Being sorry is the highest act of selfishness, seeing value only after discarding it.” - Doug Horton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;APOLOGIZE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hundred sorry words coming from my mouth&lt;br /&gt;can't cured your bruised heart from pain&lt;br /&gt;even i can't handle the pain&lt;br /&gt;from a simple humiliation, with a deep meanings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a thousand apologizes coming from my tears&lt;br /&gt;can't changed anything at all&lt;br /&gt;from the betrayed, lied feelings&lt;br /&gt;by a trusted companions, can't tell the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry my friend&lt;br /&gt;for all the things i've done&lt;br /&gt;i betray our friendship, makes it a tool&lt;br /&gt;to protect myself, for my own goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize to you my friend&lt;br /&gt;coz i makes you dissapointed&lt;br /&gt;by the things i done, the words i say&lt;br /&gt;even the action i make, the fault is all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me my friend&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a fool, who doesn't know anything&lt;br /&gt;except making beautiful words, without an action&lt;br /&gt;just a bullshit without meanings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care about anything at all&lt;br /&gt;what your feelings to me or my feelings to you&lt;br /&gt;but, if i had one chance, just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;i want we became friend again, just like old times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you think i'm not worth it&lt;br /&gt;to have a second chance, i can't complain&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a hypocrite, who doesn't appreciate anyone&lt;br /&gt;if you do not want to see me again, i would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologize&lt;br /&gt;Selasa, 2009 April 21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-3538625167272853154?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-3390272256697039212</id><published>2009-04-20T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:56:15.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : today is your friend's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "happy birthday, wish you all the best"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.” - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sqb"&gt;Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Buddha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend, today is your birthday&lt;br /&gt;i wish god bless you this day&lt;br /&gt;you give me a present of a little friendship&lt;br /&gt;and i'm proud of you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you peace and goodwill&lt;br /&gt;i wish you love and joy&lt;br /&gt;i wish you're better than your heart desire&lt;br /&gt;and your smile is growing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, you know, we know&lt;br /&gt;that you are growing up, matured&lt;br /&gt;and that's okay, as long you're not changing&lt;br /&gt;and you're not growing old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the day you brought to the world&lt;br /&gt;the angels danced together, happily sing&lt;br /&gt;they bring joy to the world, smile to the earth&lt;br /&gt;that you were born to fill world in smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, this rhymes is nothing to compare&lt;br /&gt;with your parent's feelings&lt;br /&gt;you brother and sister happiness&lt;br /&gt;when you're born, you're gift from heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count&lt;br /&gt;what counts is the life in your years&lt;br /&gt;coz maybe to the world you're just one person&lt;br /&gt;but to one person, you're the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;Senin, 2009 April 20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-3390272256697039212?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3390272256697039212/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/3390272256697039212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/3390272256697039212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-5547883879856835057</id><published>2009-04-20T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:52:07.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you think you're nothing at all. no one respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "i'm sorry, for all what i've done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “One of the first signs of being depressed is that you lose interest in things. That's why I think it is important to stay passionate.” - Nicolas Cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFLECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm walking alone in this lonely street, no one could see me&lt;br /&gt;through the loneliness and cold night, by my own feet&lt;br /&gt;i see my road crushed in front of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;now i'm on the crossroad, confused, and waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remember your presence last day, when the light seems too bright&lt;br /&gt;seeing you left away, no words coming out from my mouth&lt;br /&gt;it seems my mouth are chapped, and my voice sealed&lt;br /&gt;saying goodbye, just making it more painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've got choices, hard choices&lt;br /&gt;leave you, go to the other side, living with emptiness inside&lt;br /&gt;or carry you out, and let myself crushed by my feelings&lt;br /&gt;all this choices makes me dizzy, confused, staring at the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing a lot of stars cover the whole black sky&lt;br /&gt;waking up my memories of you, everynight and everyday&lt;br /&gt;the sun rises, i can't wait to see you, afternoon comes, i'm happy to meet you&lt;br /&gt;the sun goes down, i'm thinking about you, the night comes, i pray for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what, i'm confused, i'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i do, i'm trying my best to get you&lt;br /&gt;there's a limitation, where human can't reach&lt;br /&gt;loving you is my right, but having you is my limitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know, i realized, love can't guaranteed happiness&lt;br /&gt;friendship and love, is a very different things&lt;br /&gt;bond of love, can shattered in one big mistake&lt;br /&gt;but bond of friendship, grow with each mistakes happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of the love itself, is not meant to have each other&lt;br /&gt;seeing each other's happiness, is the essence of love&lt;br /&gt;seeing your pure happiness, can't compared with everything&lt;br /&gt;now i'll pray for your happiness, with or without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflection&lt;br /&gt;Senin, 2009 April 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-5547883879856835057?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5547883879856835057/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/5547883879856835057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/5547883879856835057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-4336066810483612986</id><published>2009-04-20T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:48:35.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='requested poem'/><title type='text'>a letter to friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you know your friends are getting closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "thank you. i appreciate it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.” - Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LETTER TO FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike the shore and the waves around them&lt;br /&gt;we're one, sharing and complete each other&lt;br /&gt;like a coral reef in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;me and you, we're as firm as a rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we complete each other like a song&lt;br /&gt;you're the music and i'm the lyric&lt;br /&gt;you're the vocal and i'm the instrument&lt;br /&gt;you're the words and i'm the melodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we're together, no one can break us&lt;br /&gt;the longest street will be conquered&lt;br /&gt;the mightiest waves will be tamed&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to you, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as time passed by, stronger we get&lt;br /&gt;stronger we get, as fiercer obstacles in front of us&lt;br /&gt;but we believe, we trust each other&lt;br /&gt;our bond of friendship, is not to be underestimated of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's tough, but you make it easy, my friend&lt;br /&gt;never change, my friend, coz it's what you hope on me&lt;br /&gt;i know, you're the gift i had from heaven&lt;br /&gt;you're easy to remember, hard to left, and impossible to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a letter to friend&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu, 2009 April 04&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-4336066810483612986?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4336066810483612986/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter-to-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/4336066810483612986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/4336066810483612986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter-to-friend.html' title='a letter to friend'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-7645105879213932276</id><published>2009-04-20T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:43:52.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='requested poem'/><title type='text'>too much love will kill you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : enraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you know, your friend has been hurted, and you can't do anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "it's not worth it. living under other people's shadow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Worthless people live only to eat and drink; people of worth eat and drink only to live.” - Socrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know my friend, you're not the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;you're just a victim, from a traitorous love&lt;br /&gt;but i know, what you know as love itself&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to remember, but too hard too forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's not very easy too say it to you:&lt;br /&gt;you're not the old you, something is not same&lt;br /&gt;and it's not too easy to say:&lt;br /&gt;my feelings is not as much as before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just telling you, my friend&lt;br /&gt;if that man loves you so much&lt;br /&gt;and loving you devoutly, so sincere&lt;br /&gt;he'll never, ever say that to you, even for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz pure love is act, not just in the mouth&lt;br /&gt;love is big, universal, honest, and sincere&lt;br /&gt;love needs loyalty, patience, and respect&lt;br /&gt;happiness inside, when love touches your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just not worth it, spending your life in vain&lt;br /&gt;living on other people's shadows&lt;br /&gt;every people must enjoy their life at it fullest&lt;br /&gt;coz love is not to be waited, it's to be searched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just don't realize it yet&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful, many people can tell&lt;br /&gt;you're smart, the fact say it all&lt;br /&gt;you must thankful for all you have, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz love means letting someone go, set them free&lt;br /&gt;if they're back, they're yours forever&lt;br /&gt;if they're not, they never will&lt;br /&gt;if you keep waiting for them, you just waste your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to worry, my friend&lt;br /&gt;love is unpredictable, easy come, easy go&lt;br /&gt;but love searching for an open heart&lt;br /&gt;open your heart, and let love come into your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;Jumat, 2009 April 03&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-7645105879213932276?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7645105879213932276/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-much-love-will-kill-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/7645105879213932276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/7645105879213932276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-much-love-will-kill-you.html' title='too much love will kill you'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-5581069143109676210</id><published>2009-04-20T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:36:21.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary poem'/><title type='text'>live in a confusion day 6</title><content type='html'>but now i'm thinking, why we always complaining?&lt;br /&gt;many peoples, many mistakes, many problems&lt;br /&gt;we acted like we're the poorest in the whole world&lt;br /&gt;but when you see the others, your pain is nothing to compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look with the other people's eyes&lt;br /&gt;look at the problems with many views of look&lt;br /&gt;besides, you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;you have friends to share and complete each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tell you, who's troubled with your problem&lt;br /&gt;simple cry doesn't change anything, only act will change&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone, someday you'll realize&lt;br /&gt;that the path you choose, is the best choice you've ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"deep in the night, i'm not sleeping, i'm thinking. and i know the answer. but not all. i don't know is this an answer, or an excuse. but i know, all what i choose, is the best choice, coz if i'm not making those choice, i will not be like this. the live in is over, but the memory last forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-5581069143109676210?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5581069143109676210/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-in-confusion-day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/5581069143109676210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/5581069143109676210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-in-confusion-day-6.html' title='live in a confusion day 6'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-6524232755224867332</id><published>2009-04-20T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:35:41.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary poem'/><title type='text'>live in a confusion day 5</title><content type='html'>here in this place, i stand, i confused&lt;br /&gt;with all of this crazy thing, crazy world&lt;br /&gt;sometime when i'm thinking, i'm questioning&lt;br /&gt;why people always need to choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't we live in a straight way?&lt;br /&gt;not in the life full of crossroads and turning aways&lt;br /&gt;why can't we forget anything what we want to forget?&lt;br /&gt;in my heart i questioning, no one could hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i found a little answer&lt;br /&gt;life's a choice coz that what makes life worth and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;we can't forget that coz our memory is the proof of other's existence&lt;br /&gt;it is, but think again, is it? i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"in this last night, i can't sleep. i keep staring at the empty space in the ceiling of the house, waiting for the night makes me sleep. makes me thinking, why and why. what's going on, the question keeps whispering in my head, makes me suffer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-6524232755224867332?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6524232755224867332/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-in-confusion-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/6524232755224867332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/6524232755224867332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-in-confusion-day-5.html' title='live in a confusion day 5'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-6050807779273931114</id><published>2009-04-20T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:35:33.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary poem'/><title type='text'>live in a confusion day 4</title><content type='html'>but this day i realize&lt;br /&gt;loving someone is letting her free&lt;br /&gt;let her choose the best for her&lt;br /&gt;even it heard so lame, that's the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i sound like a loser, but that's what i am&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a winner, just a sore loser&lt;br /&gt;i can only pray for your happiness from here&lt;br /&gt;wish you luck on your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my lover, goodbye my heart&lt;br /&gt;it's an honor, you let me keep you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;i wish i meet you earlier, so i can love you longer&lt;br /&gt;when we meet again, i hope we become a real close friend, not more, and not less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"i barely made my choice, a hard choice to make, but it must be done, i choose to let her go, no matters what peole says. coz in the end, freedom is the essence of love. goodbye, adios, voyos con dios."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-6050807779273931114?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6050807779273931114/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-in-confusion-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' 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term='diary poem'/><title type='text'>live in a confusion day 3</title><content type='html'>as the rain poured to the earth&lt;br /&gt;my tears fall down to my face&lt;br /&gt;coz when i'm looking back, i realize&lt;br /&gt;there's no turning back, no way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see you there, in front of me&lt;br /&gt;it feels so far, although you're so near&lt;br /&gt;i know, i understand, i realize&lt;br /&gt;you can't be mine, you're so far to reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain seems to be harder&lt;br /&gt;the road feels so far away&lt;br /&gt;my feet feels so numb, i can't even feel anything&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling, covered by pains, raindrops, and tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, give my heart a strength&lt;br /&gt;to end this living nightmare&lt;br /&gt;if i could be her's, please open the way&lt;br /&gt;if i shouldn't be her's, i don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"in the end of the road, i see you there, ignored myself. now the steps are gething higher, my feet feels so numb, and i slipped. blood and pain covered my body. i'm confused, please show me the way. if it's any."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-1767699220277932957?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1767699220277932957/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-in-confusion-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/1767699220277932957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/1767699220277932957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-in-confusion-day-3.html' title='live in a confusion day 3'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-747262364572623782</id><published>2009-04-20T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:35:21.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary poem'/><title type='text'>live in a confusion day 2</title><content type='html'>simple mind holds not enough feels&lt;br /&gt;simple feels guide me home to you&lt;br /&gt;coz in this wild, crazy world&lt;br /&gt;just love can't make you survive the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm thinking about you, in this starry night, what you're doing out there, and if i'm in your mind right now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-747262364572623782?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/747262364572623782/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-in-confusion-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/747262364572623782'/><link 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/&gt;awoken me from my sleep&lt;br /&gt;gentle wind breeze through my head&lt;br /&gt;make me wonder what you're doing out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm looking out the window, staring into the space, darkness prevail, i'm just lonely and wish you were here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-7627479875203805068?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7627479875203805068/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-in-confusion-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/7627479875203805068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/7627479875203805068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-in-confusion-day-1.html' title='live in a confusion day 1'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-2415769106515675434</id><published>2009-04-20T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:34:33.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>confession in a confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you want to confess your feeling, but not brave enough to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "i hope you know my feelings, it doesn't matter you like it or not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.” - Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFESSION IN A CONFUSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you like a rainbow without a colour&lt;br /&gt;i miss you like a night without a moon&lt;br /&gt;i miss you like a woman without a smile&lt;br /&gt;i miss you like a man without a stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, even when the sky so bright, something missing&lt;br /&gt;my smile faded, sadness remains calm&lt;br /&gt;silently, slowly, killing myself when i'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;would you like to come, and see me even for a moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you like a music without a sound&lt;br /&gt;i need you like a dance without a rhythm&lt;br /&gt;i need you like a portrait without an object&lt;br /&gt;i need you like a man, waiting to you to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you, my heart holds up a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;my mouth chapped, my heart bursted&lt;br /&gt;my feelings soared like a waves, missing your voice&lt;br /&gt;would you like to come in, and mend where it's broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i write these things to you, coz i can't speak to you&lt;br /&gt;when i write these things out, my heart cried&lt;br /&gt;when you see this letter, could you know my feelings to you?&lt;br /&gt;coz it's for you, sincerely yours, missing part of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confession in a confusion&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu, 2009 Maret 21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-2415769106515675434?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2415769106515675434/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/confession-in-confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/2415769106515675434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/2415769106515675434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/confession-in-confusion.html' title='confession in a confusion'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-2575365186607093328</id><published>2009-04-20T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:34:26.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you realize that someone there is caring for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "your smile is all that i need"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world.” - Brandi Snyder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to me well, maybe you'll realize&lt;br /&gt;how much friendship does to hold your stand&lt;br /&gt;coz you've been held by a chain of trust&lt;br /&gt;keeping you far away from the sorrow gorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime you're sad, your feet feels so heavy&lt;br /&gt;you try to walk, you drop on your knees&lt;br /&gt;crying, sadness remains on your heart&lt;br /&gt;everybody's gone, and you're alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you open your eyes, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;you saw their faces in front of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;even when they're not around, you feel their presence&lt;br /&gt;keeping you awake, hold you not to faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hear their voice, it sounds so encouragious&lt;br /&gt;waking you up from your unconsciousness&lt;br /&gt;even it looks not too clear, you know who's it&lt;br /&gt;it's your friends, somebody you trust and loyal to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if your feet feels so heavy, you try to crawl&lt;br /&gt;if your hands feel numb, you kneel with your knee&lt;br /&gt;their hands hold you up, standing you up&lt;br /&gt;coz that's what friends use for, stand you up when you can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is you, my friend, what i like from you&lt;br /&gt;your smile is my smile, my heart cried when you cried&lt;br /&gt;your happiness is my happiness, whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;it's really an honor, to have a friend like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu, 2009 Maret 14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-2575365186607093328?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2575365186607093328/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/2575365186607093328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/2575365186607093328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/friend.html' title='friend'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-6029289494221579366</id><published>2009-04-20T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:34:20.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>your smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : blooming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you have her smiled. and thank god you saw it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "your smile is all that i need"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.” - Mother Teresa of Calcutta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SMILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, you know, this world is not a friendly world&lt;br /&gt;grief and sorrow, all over the edge of the city&lt;br /&gt;well, we know, it doesn't matter what lies in front of us&lt;br /&gt;but i know, as long i have you, everything will be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, your smile is all that i have&lt;br /&gt;when i'm lost in this evil world&lt;br /&gt;when my sadness fills my heart&lt;br /&gt;whenever i go away, i'll carry it in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every step we take is a whole new adventure&lt;br /&gt;to explore a whole new world in this big, big world&lt;br /&gt;me and you, you and me, share like a family&lt;br /&gt;another step goes in, no one left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, your smile is all that i need&lt;br /&gt;like a map to open world in my adventures&lt;br /&gt;like a ship to conquer the oceans&lt;br /&gt;like a compass when i'm lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever go away, my comrade, my love, my partner&lt;br /&gt;coz i need you, when the darkness engulf my heart&lt;br /&gt;even when the light too bright, blinded my eyes&lt;br /&gt;obstacles don't meant anything, when i see your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know, your smile is all that matters&lt;br /&gt;no matter whenever i go, anywhere, anytime&lt;br /&gt;coz when the rain and clouds covering my road&lt;br /&gt;your smile opened the way, lead me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your smile&lt;br /&gt;Jumat, 2009 Maret 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-6029289494221579366?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6029289494221579366/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/6029289494221579366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/6029289494221579366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-smile.html' title='your smile'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-3099873521130021565</id><published>2009-04-20T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:34:15.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>will i</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : dissapointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you realize, it's better without you than with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "with or without me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “I thank everyone that has caused me to suffer, without you I would have no reason to express myself.” - anonym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the waves of time&lt;br /&gt;seems to wash away all the differences between us&lt;br /&gt;and, oh, the clouds of time&lt;br /&gt;raining on our face, make us realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will we stay together?&lt;br /&gt;will we goes forever?&lt;br /&gt;coz another winter come&lt;br /&gt;take away all ours, kept us inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever when i see your smile&lt;br /&gt;i'm just thinking what can i do without you&lt;br /&gt;would i be okay?&lt;br /&gt;would i stay strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realize, without you&lt;br /&gt;i can make it by myself, no need to crawl around&lt;br /&gt;i won't waste my life away&lt;br /&gt;to take back what was taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz when i would waste my life in vain&lt;br /&gt;there's something make me thinking&lt;br /&gt;will i stay strong? will i go on?&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it, with or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i&lt;br /&gt;Rabu, 2009 Maret 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-3099873521130021565?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3099873521130021565/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/3099873521130021565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/3099873521130021565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-i.html' title='will i'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-8560985012065312024</id><published>2009-04-20T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:34:11.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you're thinking, if today was your last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "whatcha gonna do, if today was your last day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Execute every act of life as though it were thy last” - Marcus Aurelius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night, i see a dream in darkness&lt;br /&gt;there's four window on the side of the darkness&lt;br /&gt;and a voice calling me, whispering:&lt;br /&gt;"if today was your last day, what are you gonna do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see on the first window of light, i see starved people&lt;br /&gt;old man, young man, dies of starvation&lt;br /&gt;they has no money, they has no jobs&lt;br /&gt;if today was my last day, will i donate every money i had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the second window, i see many of my old friends&lt;br /&gt;some still remain, some has forgotten&lt;br /&gt;i can see how i abandon my old friend and move to the new one&lt;br /&gt;if today was my last day, will i find them, and apologize to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the third window, i see all my enemies&lt;br /&gt;i can look through their eyes, some of them hating me&lt;br /&gt;some of them felt sorry, but can't apologize to me&lt;br /&gt;if today was my last day, will i forgive my enemies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the fourth and last window, i see my friends, my family, and my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;i see their smile, their cry, their faces&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget her smile anywhere, anytime, anyplace&lt;br /&gt;if today was my last day, can i say i love them, and goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the last window closed, i'm staring at the darkness&lt;br /&gt;seeing what can i do when that day comes&lt;br /&gt;and the voice whisper again, says:&lt;br /&gt;"live each moment like your last. don't waste it in vain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when that voice keep descreasing, i see a blinding light&lt;br /&gt;then i'm woken up, and thinking&lt;br /&gt;if today was my last day, and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;could i say goodbye to my yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day&lt;br /&gt;Selasa, 2009 Februari 24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-8560985012065312024?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8560985012065312024/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/8560985012065312024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/8560985012065312024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day.html' title='last day'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-3803774561115073670</id><published>2009-04-20T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:33:51.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>seize the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : regretful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you know what you've done is meaningless at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "i'm dissapointed, yet i'm still trying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “The only thing you live to regret are the risks you didn't take” - anonym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEIZE THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, what happens now is not the same as it is before&lt;br /&gt;everything you do, everyone you know, changed in a blink&lt;br /&gt;everyday, everytime, we see changes everywhere&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know, you've already changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know time is a complicated form of life&lt;br /&gt;time can changes your heart&lt;br /&gt;time can bend your knees&lt;br /&gt;we can't runaway from time's hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i have something to tell you&lt;br /&gt;but when i see you, it seems my mouth is shutted&lt;br /&gt;when i hear your voice, i can forget every words&lt;br /&gt;but i know, it's just another escaping from reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just know, our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;waiting for some courage, it's just too long enough&lt;br /&gt;when we're awake, another obstacles coming&lt;br /&gt;and another regret come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i wasted my time in vain&lt;br /&gt;waiting for some courage from someone&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just realized, all the thing i've planned&lt;br /&gt;just another way to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just telling you, my friends&lt;br /&gt;seize the day, take all opportunities&lt;br /&gt;if we still wasting our chances&lt;br /&gt;when we realize, it's just too late, only regret remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seize the day&lt;br /&gt;Senin, 2009 Maret 02&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-3803774561115073670?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3803774561115073670/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/seize-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/3803774561115073670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/3803774561115073670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/seize-day.html' title='seize the day'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-2476022485361624009</id><published>2009-04-20T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:33:40.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you believe that pure love never let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "i give the key of my heart in your hand, my love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” - Oprah Winfrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see light in deep, deep darkness&lt;br /&gt;and an angel descend from the sky&lt;br /&gt;but with no wings, just warm, peace feeling inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;you, are the gift from heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a mere human being&lt;br /&gt;in a big, big world, with a small, small chance&lt;br /&gt;to hold you close in my arms&lt;br /&gt;and let me to take care of you, for the last of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your world collide in your heart&lt;br /&gt;and you got nothing to hang on&lt;br /&gt;stand alone, is not the only choice&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to whisper, i'm beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my pain takes me to the knees&lt;br /&gt;and when my heart writches in pain&lt;br /&gt;and when my eyes blinded in darkness&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to search, you're already here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in you, my angel&lt;br /&gt;even through the tears and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;even though we be apart, on the opposite side of the world&lt;br /&gt;just follow my heart, and it will guide me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz loving someone, is having each other&lt;br /&gt;keeping each other dreams, complete each other&lt;br /&gt;just take me to your heart, and i'll try to fill it&lt;br /&gt;with joy and happiness that will never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe&lt;br /&gt;Senin, 2009 Februari 16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-2476022485361624009?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2476022485361624009/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/2476022485361624009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/2476022485361624009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/believe.html' title='believe'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-1587197321676775787</id><published>2009-04-20T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:33:29.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>game of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : merry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you realize what is the "real" life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "no matter how hard the life, just play it up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else.” - Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAME OF LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's like a football game&lt;br /&gt;you must try to tackle your opponent&lt;br /&gt;defend yourselves from their attack&lt;br /&gt;and score points when you have the chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's like a chess game&lt;br /&gt;when your king's dead, you can't continue the game&lt;br /&gt;one side loses, one sides wins&lt;br /&gt;there's only black or white, things like grey doesn't exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's like a card game&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot of chances to loses, but little chances to win big&lt;br /&gt;there's no such thing as a useless card, any card is useful&lt;br /&gt;sometime, we try to score high, or threaten our enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's like a game, yes it is&lt;br /&gt;but life's not a game to play, but must be taken cared of&lt;br /&gt;life's can give a lot of fun, or a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;life's a heaven or hell, depends on the way we see through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you heard this poem my friends,&lt;br /&gt;proof to the world, that your life's not just passing by&lt;br /&gt;live your life, take all chances&lt;br /&gt;make your life worth as it seems to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game of life&lt;br /&gt;Jumat, 2009 Februari 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-1587197321676775787?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1587197321676775787/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/game-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/1587197321676775787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/1587197321676775787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/game-of-life.html' title='game of life'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-2917471688636197265</id><published>2009-04-20T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:33:17.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you lose your loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "you must be strong, my friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Every man dies - Not every man really lives.” - William Ross Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to heard talks about death&lt;br /&gt;death is a silent thief that stole life from us when we're asleep&lt;br /&gt;death is an eternal sleep&lt;br /&gt;do we know what death really is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death is when your loved ones have forever gone away&lt;br /&gt;but we know, when someone we love death&lt;br /&gt;they didn't gone away forever&lt;br /&gt;if we remember them, they live inside our heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death is a feeling of permanent sadness and pain&lt;br /&gt;when our heart hurts, we can't do anything about it&lt;br /&gt;but someone who know us, especially we loved&lt;br /&gt;can help descrease the pain, mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death is a sharp pain to the heart&lt;br /&gt;death is when your loved ones must depart&lt;br /&gt;death is a dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt;death knows no achievements, no feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know the anticipation of death is worse than the death itself&lt;br /&gt;but if death meant just leaving the stage long enough&lt;br /&gt;gives us time to change costume and come back as a new character&lt;br /&gt;would you slow down? or speed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i don't know anything about death or losing someone we loved&lt;br /&gt;but life must go on, my friend&lt;br /&gt;dust to dust, ashes to ashes&lt;br /&gt;but the our memory of them, will live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must have heard about this, i'm just making it clear&lt;br /&gt;"if the people we love are stolen from us&lt;br /&gt;the only way to have them live on is to never stop loving them&lt;br /&gt;buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death&lt;br /&gt;Minggu, 2009 Februari 08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-2917471688636197265?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2917471688636197265/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/2917471688636197265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/2917471688636197265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-3530103434775796484</id><published>2009-04-20T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:33:09.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when the night comes and you remember your loving one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "nice words is not enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.” - anonym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love o mine,&lt;br /&gt;i know any beautiful words aren't beauty enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to impress or make you smile&lt;br /&gt;coz now, you've gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know all these words come from my mouth&lt;br /&gt;it's just too late my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we having a lotta time together&lt;br /&gt;from monday to sunday, goes back to monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we overcome some difficulties&lt;br /&gt;what we can't do when we're alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, o my little angel&lt;br /&gt;i cant express my love when you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one who should be blamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loss is when your loved ones must depart&lt;br /&gt;losing is a sharp pain to the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose is a feeling of permanent sadness and pain&lt;br /&gt;lost is when your loved ones have forever gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there's no one besides you&lt;br /&gt;when your soul feel so alone and lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel so empty insides&lt;br /&gt;when you cant stand alone in dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're eyes blinded with light&lt;br /&gt;when your ear are full of complains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your heart can't holds so much pain&lt;br /&gt;and if your eyes filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just call me out, i will hear you now&lt;br /&gt;and i'll carry you out, follow you into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loss&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu, 2009 Februari 07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-3530103434775796484?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3530103434775796484/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-lonely-background-when-night-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/3530103434775796484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/3530103434775796484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-lonely-background-when-night-comes.html' title='loss'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-1667737029550382060</id><published>2009-04-18T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:33:02.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>fix me, i'm broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you feel like your dream shattered in pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "there's always someone knows you and tries to fix you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Words and hearts should be handled with care for words when spoken and hearts when broken are the hardest things to repair.” - anonym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIX ME, I'M BROKEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime&lt;br /&gt;i want you like i be like what i want you to be&lt;br /&gt;and heal myself when i'm wounded&lt;br /&gt;i can't force you to be like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can fix you&lt;br /&gt;and make you like how i want you&lt;br /&gt;and wishing you can fix me&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm the one that broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can heal you&lt;br /&gt;and mend where you are broken&lt;br /&gt;and wishing you cand mend me&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm the one that wounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm broken, i'm wounded&lt;br /&gt;and waiting for you to come and fix me&lt;br /&gt;but where were you now?&lt;br /&gt;when everything is crashing down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time's passing out&lt;br /&gt;on this loneliness i'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;i'm here to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;and standing here to hear you sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for you here&lt;br /&gt;till that day comes&lt;br /&gt;that day you come and found me&lt;br /&gt;fix me, mend me, and let me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fix me, i'm broken&lt;br /&gt;Jumat, 2009 Februari 06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-1667737029550382060?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1667737029550382060/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/fix-me-im-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/1667737029550382060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/1667737029550382060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/fix-me-im-broken.html' title='fix me, i&apos;m broken'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-6248168138190134815</id><published>2009-04-18T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:32:40.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you dream what will you be in future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "not afraid of dreaming, ready to realize."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true” - Lyman Frank Baum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were young, we didn't know what we're going to be&lt;br /&gt;life taught us honor and respect&lt;br /&gt;and i was taught, that all the achievements you've done in your life&lt;br /&gt;can't be compared to the desire of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we dream about that day?&lt;br /&gt;that day we can reap what we sow&lt;br /&gt;we try to chase our dream&lt;br /&gt;and realize that we're not too little to dream big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dreamed about a day&lt;br /&gt;a day to shine, and proofed to the world&lt;br /&gt;proofed to myself&lt;br /&gt;what we are now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;a dreamchaser&lt;br /&gt;a risktaker&lt;br /&gt;a real big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we risked everything&lt;br /&gt;put our body on the line&lt;br /&gt;dedicates our life&lt;br /&gt;sweated, bled, cried, healed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, we're all grown up&lt;br /&gt;we'll take all the chances, risk everything we've got&lt;br /&gt;then our shoulders can hold my duty&lt;br /&gt;but our hearts holds our pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamer&lt;br /&gt;Kamis, 2009 Februari 05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-6248168138190134815?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6248168138190134815/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/6248168138190134815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/6248168138190134815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreamer.html' title='dreamer'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-1674115132125883375</id><published>2009-04-18T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:32:33.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>take what's mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : spirited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you try to retrieve your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "never surrender defending your love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Always, in every prayer of mine for you, all making request with joy." - Philippians 1:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE WHAT'S MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my eyes filled by tears&lt;br /&gt;and my world filled with fears&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can do is sit right here&lt;br /&gt;wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in this situation so many times&lt;br /&gt;left alone in this miserable world&lt;br /&gt;if only you can hear my sound&lt;br /&gt;coz you're the only one that really knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what direction i will take next&lt;br /&gt;but don't know know when to stop&lt;br /&gt;coz i know what i am&lt;br /&gt;but my time is running out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just another broken lonely human&lt;br /&gt;waiting for some hopes to saved my soul&lt;br /&gt;but left neglected, no one could hear&lt;br /&gt;still wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz you're all what i want&lt;br /&gt;she's all what i ask&lt;br /&gt;i know what risk i will take and what consequences i will face&lt;br /&gt;i'll crawl and take what's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take what's mine&lt;br /&gt;Rabu, 2009 Februari 04&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-1674115132125883375?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1674115132125883375/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-whats-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/1674115132125883375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/1674115132125883375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-whats-mine.html' title='take what&apos;s mine'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-7731070837265612861</id><published>2009-04-18T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:32:25.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : kinda ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you're speechless in front of your loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "silent is not always good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “Silence is the virtue of fools.” - Francis Bacon, Sr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEECHLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no words&lt;br /&gt;i could ever say to you&lt;br /&gt;even when my mouth's ready to talk&lt;br /&gt;my heart won't let it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my voice is gone and i cannot speak&lt;br /&gt;even to whisper, trying to creep&lt;br /&gt;i try to breathe and let it go out&lt;br /&gt;but only air hisses out, no words coming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too difficult to understand&lt;br /&gt;i'm silent, for i who won't speak&lt;br /&gt;so many fears, so many excuses&lt;br /&gt;no words to express it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;breathless&lt;br /&gt;i can't talk around you&lt;br /&gt;i can't laugh around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too speechless to find words&lt;br /&gt;too coward to greet you&lt;br /&gt;can't get my head around you&lt;br /&gt;can't be closer to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;o, girl&lt;br /&gt;all your kindness to me&lt;br /&gt;just making me more speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speechless&lt;br /&gt;Selasa, 2009 Februari 03&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-7731070837265612861?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7731070837265612861/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/speechless.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/7731070837265612861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/7731070837265612861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/speechless.html' title='speechless'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-336085423489913057</id><published>2009-04-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:31:56.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood : sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background : when you should make a choice about your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message : "choose wisely, don't lose patient."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote : “While we are free to choose our actions, we are not free to choose the consequences of our actions.” - Stephen R. Covey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody has a choice&lt;br /&gt;choice to be glad, or choice to be sad&lt;br /&gt;choice to be great, or to be bad&lt;br /&gt;choice to loving or to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time has passed away, come a new one&lt;br /&gt;there's many choice we've made before&lt;br /&gt;some is to be proud of&lt;br /&gt;but some is to be ashamed of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made a choice, choice to loving&lt;br /&gt;a choice that maybe causes me many troubles&lt;br /&gt;choice that make me weak and feels like a crybaby&lt;br /&gt;but not a choice to be regretted of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you heard this poem my love&lt;br /&gt;maybe a lifetime doesn't enough to express my feels&lt;br /&gt;neither a thousand book to write about you&lt;br /&gt;like my little heart can't hold my feels for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you look at this poem my angel&lt;br /&gt;definitely not the best poem ever written&lt;br /&gt;but holds a thousand words, that can't be told&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of my heart to the edge of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'll never change&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'll never change&lt;br /&gt;because everybody will change&lt;br /&gt;everything change in a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buildings burn, life passed&lt;br /&gt;children grow, tears fall&lt;br /&gt;everything will change&lt;br /&gt;but real love last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choice&lt;br /&gt;Selasa, 2009 Februari 03&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-336085423489913057?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/336085423489913057/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/336085423489913057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/336085423489913057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/choice.html' title='choice'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001545106293735796.post-4855693332509580843</id><published>2009-04-18T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:23:05.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first announcement</title><content type='html'>greetings, this is my second blog about poem...&lt;br /&gt;starting today, my blog will be full by many poems of my life...&lt;br /&gt;all this poem is handmade, no copyright piracy...&lt;br /&gt;enjoy all this poems, please give your comment...&lt;br /&gt;thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lieschen Müller (anonym)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2001545106293735796-4855693332509580843?l=guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4855693332509580843/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-announcement.html#comment-form' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/4855693332509580843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2001545106293735796/posts/default/4855693332509580843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarwithoutstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-announcement.html' title='first announcement'/><author><name>Billy Wijaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125100118110061999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk_DojA4BT8/Sy0MUB4u51I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fw8_jOABPi8/S220/topeng.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
