<?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-6067921</id><updated>2011-11-28T15:00:30.321+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abysmaland</title><subtitle type='html'>The land of abysmal chemical reactions in my little tiny brain : Thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-3073955433040264223</id><published>2011-11-28T14:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T15:00:30.335+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><summary type='text'>I am releasing my forgiveness for you..
You, who have accused me of thousands of wrong-doing. 

I am releasing my forgiveness for you..
Simply just because you are wrong..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/3073955433040264223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/3073955433040264223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2011/11/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-3447942475692944782</id><published>2010-11-28T22:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:26:43.304+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The F Word...</title><summary type='text'>If there are things i'd say that i've been learning in these past days, then the answer will be the F words...

Ha ha.. Not the harsh F Word .. but F as in "forgive" and "forget"..

Indeed, these two word is not something new. i've heard them before. One too many time perhaps. But never has i come to the occasion that i have to practice them..

oh wait.. maybe it's not NEVER, but at least it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/3447942475692944782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/3447942475692944782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2010/11/f-word.html' title='The F Word...'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-6892206652669356029</id><published>2010-05-11T22:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:36:20.588+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes</title><summary type='text'>Me?.....

i wish i was the light that shines in your path...
i wish i was the smile in your misery..
i wish i was the harbor of your journey...
i wish i was the top cherry of your ice cream...
i wish i was the answer to your prayers..
i wish i was the one you wanted not only the one you needed...
i wish i was your number one..

i wish i have no clue that i am not all that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/6892206652669356029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/6892206652669356029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2010/05/wishes.html' title='wishes'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-7777286150481679925</id><published>2009-06-25T23:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:46:15.495+07:00</updated><title type='text'>June oh June</title><summary type='text'>June 2009, a month of greatness for many. 
for my dearest best friend, it's the month she is signed to be editor in chief of an internationally well known woman magazine. 
for my dearest sister, it's the month when she is announced pregnant, after 4 years of waiting. 
for my dearest colleague, it's the month that she gives birth to her second child, a lovely baby boy.  

And for me, June 2009, at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/7777286150481679925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/7777286150481679925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2009/07/june-oh-june.html' title='June oh June'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-1423261525266636692</id><published>2009-03-27T15:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:12:00.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'>argument</title><summary type='text'>For Kitty McCalister Walker, arguing is like the center of her days. when she argues, it shows that she still cares. when she argues, she doesn't always intend to win, it just when she argues, she will know that the issue matter for her. because when it doesn't (anymore), she will not argue (anymore). she would just agree, nod her head and leave. it doesn't always mean that she agree, but it will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/1423261525266636692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/1423261525266636692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2009/03/argument.html' title='argument'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-4184820158770985554</id><published>2009-02-28T18:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:38:45.662+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spouse Vs Cell Phone</title><summary type='text'>i realized something new today. 
As i accompanied a relative today to look for new cell phone, i came to a conclusion that searching for a new cell phone is almost equal to look for a spouse. 
One cell phone will never have a the things you want. A cell might have the best features, but the style might not suit to your liking. others got great appeal, but the features are so so. When you found </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/4184820158770985554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/4184820158770985554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2009/02/spouse-vs-cell-phone.html' title='Spouse Vs Cell Phone'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-2636559129541326976</id><published>2009-02-23T00:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:56:56.528+07:00</updated><title type='text'>envious?</title><summary type='text'>i was at lunch in a fancy &amp; quiet cozy spot downtown with a friend when the topic popped up.

She was saying 'i opened a friends fb page earlier,and reading her status 'mom to be' doesnt make me want to congratulate her. Instead i just closed the page.

I can relate, knowing that she and her husband are trying to get pregnant for sometimes now. But i cant help myself but wonder 'is it true that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/2636559129541326976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/2636559129541326976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2009/02/envious.html' title='envious?'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-7585849777621058106</id><published>2009-02-08T19:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:48:55.758+07:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><summary type='text'>i had the house to myself today.. well, not for long. but it made me realized something. i hate being alone..Despite all the 'individualist metropolis' label that is so often attached to me, or in the many times that i hate it when my mom keep on babbling while i try to read or watch something, or when i enjoyed my alone traveling time, i am not the alone material type.eventhough it is not in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/7585849777621058106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/7585849777621058106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2009/02/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-8430928681934069015</id><published>2009-01-09T13:50:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:40:21.888+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Damanik</title><summary type='text'>Sarah Damanik thinks that the reason for some pieces to be kept missing from her life is that she will always remember to count on her God..Sarah Damanik is the person who worship 'balance' on everythingSarah Damanik asks weather it's important to have everything that she always wanted in life, without even knowing if it's the right thingSarah Damanik says that she has the right to do whatever is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/8430928681934069015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/8430928681934069015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2009/01/sarah-damanik.html' title='Sarah Damanik'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-389881469597017287</id><published>2008-07-20T21:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:49:48.765+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compitability</title><summary type='text'>"udah donk jut, ngga cape apa berantem melulu? apa susahnya siiih, pacaran damai gitu, kan enak"Yupp... that's the idiotic part of me talking to my bff, about one and a half years ago.. The me at that time think it's so easy to have a peaceful relationship. I thought, why not? if i've been spending my 28 years of living, with only a few quarrels with the many people i've known all my life, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/389881469597017287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/389881469597017287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2008/07/compitability.html' title='Compitability'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-610698411681106956</id><published>2008-06-25T22:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:05:44.792+07:00</updated><title type='text'>and today..</title><summary type='text'>And today, at the day i turned 29 I learned how important I am for the people around me....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/610698411681106956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/610698411681106956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-today.html' title='and today..'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-6702969966769250330</id><published>2008-06-21T22:10:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:41:25.224+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning..</title><summary type='text'>Something has inspire me to write again. 
I've learned new things.. indeed, like the first step of a baby, these new learnings are big ! 

I've learned to care more for others, that the world doesn't revolve around me and my work.. 
I've learned that i have nothing to worry when i'm not always be the most important thing for others. for the purpose is not for them or me.. i've found my purpose in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/6702969966769250330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/6702969966769250330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2008/06/learning.html' title='Learning..'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-338996614011171212</id><published>2008-03-14T11:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:11:40.722+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOMB!</title><summary type='text'>Tick...tick....tick.... tick.....
This thing is like a time bomb....ready to explode....

Will it be?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/338996614011171212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/338996614011171212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2008/03/bomb.html' title='BOMB!'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-6534221466359428539</id><published>2007-11-29T13:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T13:16:47.157+07:00</updated><title type='text'>.............someday.................</title><summary type='text'>i am hoping by now you would have understand that i care a lot for you. but frankly, i dont know what else to do if you always find me wrong in every single things that i do...

yes, i was hurt... a lot... but i guess my missing you defeat all the hurt that i felt. but please, i'm begging you not to take it for granted, because i might run out of missing feeling....someday...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/6534221466359428539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/6534221466359428539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/11/someday.html' title='.............someday.................'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-963873581434194137</id><published>2007-11-16T12:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T12:57:02.713+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tested &amp; Failed</title><summary type='text'>Test: a means of determining the presence, quality, or truth of something;

In many things in life, naturally we are being tested.. and from that point, we will come to the conclusion on how we're going to deal with  many things in life. Maybe, in so many points we will succeed in handling the test. Since it is created by nature, and happened naturally, the standart of the result might not be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/963873581434194137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/963873581434194137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/11/tested-failed.html' title='Tested &amp; Failed'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-564044662864942328</id><published>2007-11-12T17:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:22:07.973+07:00</updated><title type='text'>from love to loath</title><summary type='text'>soooooo... this is how it's gonna be between us, huh?
i was expecting much more from you though..
at least, with the count of age, wisdom and patience is countable..
well then, let me just swallow my dissapointment again,
and wish nothing from all this...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/564044662864942328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/564044662864942328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-love-to-loath.html' title='from love to loath'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-5909219659794534383</id><published>2007-11-03T15:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T15:06:14.884+07:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow</title><summary type='text'>I've seen the rainbow, it's magnificentbut the rain pouring prior, it was heartbreakingcould there ever be a rainbow without the rain?
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/5909219659794534383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/5909219659794534383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/11/rainbow.html' title='rainbow'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-2596027001530761539</id><published>2007-10-27T16:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:35:00.802+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate</title><summary type='text'>.....Right as this moment, i kind of hate you, and me, and whatever it is that we have between us...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/2596027001530761539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/2596027001530761539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate.html' title='I hate'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-4244533001669303196</id><published>2007-10-26T23:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:39:24.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUTS!</title><summary type='text'>You know what i just did? I just cleaned up old text messages from my phone..and along the way, i got the chance to read tons of SMSs that you sent me in the past.. it made me realize one thing.do you remember when i asked you and said that something is different now between you and me? and your answer was that my moody time made it different, and you are the same..ALWAYS.. well, the deleted past</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/4244533001669303196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/4244533001669303196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/10/guts.html' title='GUTS!'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-3259562304676610095</id><published>2007-10-06T21:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:20:55.520+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so small</title><summary type='text'>My first disappointment in you!

In the few saturday night that i have left, and you canceled our date. you don't even had the courtesy to call. a text message? what the hell is that? don't you know that text messages are just for sweet saying you want to keep forever? Blaaaaaaah....So here I am.. spending my so called saturday doing nothing. yeah, i've done that (too) many times before. but it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/3259562304676610095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/3259562304676610095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-so-small.html' title='It&apos;s so small'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-8705859421435153703</id><published>2007-10-06T20:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:50:59.894+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Secrecy</title><summary type='text'>Don't you know that I am at the bottom of my game...It seemed that everything good in my life has been taken away...And lately, you've been my good..I'm just so afraid, that you too will be taken away from me...For now, I just need you to comfort me.Help me believe that my worries are just too much..That you will not be taken away from me, and that this good feeling will last...
Will you??
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/8705859421435153703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/8705859421435153703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/10/scary-secrecy.html' title='Scary Secrecy'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-832570291317236757</id><published>2007-09-04T19:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:39:42.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap!!</title><summary type='text'>Him: May I got the luxury of knowing your conception on marriage?
Me: To tell you the truth, never once in my entire life i have thought of marriage!
Crap!
It's not just because the question got me off guard, but damn... i realized that i do haven't thought about the M word at all, and yet, I'm 28..

Double Crap!
It is him, that popped the question, the man who has lately blurred my vision and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/832570291317236757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/832570291317236757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/09/crap.html' title='Crap!!'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-2278440313233087278</id><published>2007-06-30T20:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:47:11.514+07:00</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><summary type='text'>They say we all friends. Indeed, we are. In a world where competition doesnt run and none need the fight to be exist.

I am hurt. But Mahagaya, thank you for the lesson learned.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/2278440313233087278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/2278440313233087278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='.......'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-3838664057209079306</id><published>2007-03-13T15:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:57:57.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'>haunted</title><summary type='text'>Mulai hari ini, tampaknya saya akan mulai sering menulis lagi.. Tanggapan saya terhadap hal ini? entahlah... saya bingung harus menjawab apa. Apakah saya harus berkata, "Ya, mudah-mudahan saya akan lebih sering menulis lagi" atau "Semoga saja saya salah". Apapun jawabannya, akan terjadi krisis 'bad news - good news' untuk saya pribadi. Kalau nantinya saya akan jadi lebih sering menulis, itu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/3838664057209079306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/3838664057209079306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/03/haunted.html' title='haunted'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-4101607847200387868</id><published>2007-03-08T17:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T17:40:45.785+07:00</updated><title type='text'>stand still</title><summary type='text'>And you thought getting paid for doing nothing is fun? WRONG! I am the living proof that even though  i think i'm well paid, i'm torture since i have nothing to do. its like time stand still. it' s not moving even a bit. and the days stopped going  by... 8th day @ mhgy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/4101607847200387868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/4101607847200387868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/03/stand-still.html' title='stand still'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-4229470807732189410</id><published>2007-02-13T19:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T14:25:05.711+07:00</updated><title type='text'>different views</title><summary type='text'>as a new player in the world called 'work &amp; job' i used to think that the only way to know that your superior appriciate you and your work, is by letting you not leave the company by doing everything in his power, in everyway he knows how.

how come i not think that, when at my previous job, i've submitted 5 times resignation.. All end up in me, still working with the company. Many times with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/4229470807732189410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/4229470807732189410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2007/02/different-views.html' title='different views'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-116073978602036632</id><published>2006-10-13T18:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T18:43:06.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><summary type='text'>Gosh..it's been another 7 months since my last writing, yet another 7 hectic months passes in my life. Still, no time to really sit down and jot down my thoughts like i used to. Well, let's make it official, and stop 7  from turning in to 8.. So, Hi... This is my new posting :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/116073978602036632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/116073978602036632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-114200861859992817</id><published>2006-03-10T23:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:36:58.673+07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendster - renewed</title><summary type='text'>Friday night, 11.30 pm. what better way to spent a friday late night then browsing the net? hmmmm, i started to sound like my boss... *sigh*.. well anyway, unlike him i'm not going to use the facility to work..so, what to do?after some logging ins and logging out of the blogger and still not having any idea what to write, i decided to do something that i havent done in ages. visit friendster.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/114200861859992817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/114200861859992817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2006/03/friendster-renewed.html' title='friendster - renewed'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-113957334791443818</id><published>2006-02-10T18:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:09:07.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'>an old acquintance, a new lesson</title><summary type='text'>i got the luxury of meeting a 'long time no see' friend, yesterday. she was the one who have teached me about the beauty of having passion in things that i do. and yesterday she thought me again something new. yes, she told me again, in the same way that she've told me before that i will find a job that i enjoy doing, and now that i've found one -- she told me that i will also find a lover that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/113957334791443818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/113957334791443818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2006/02/old-acquintance-new-lesson.html' title='an old acquintance, a new lesson'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-113454071920192170</id><published>2005-12-14T12:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:11:59.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>irony</title><summary type='text'>have you ever longed for a conversation? i had. and the irony is that I am a marketing manager of a beauty treatment company, whose job is to transofrm massage by having conversation to the media, clients and futre client. in case you didnt see the irony, allow me to underline them for you, by writing these words: marketing, transofrm massage, conversation and desperate for a conversation. u see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/113454071920192170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/113454071920192170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/12/irony.html' title='irony'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-113351255605575576</id><published>2005-12-02T15:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:35:56.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>are those writers, us?</title><summary type='text'>on my day as a casual writer, and casual reader of a million blogs, i tent to catagorized writers in to two different categories. category 1:writers who write about simple things with a very-very complicated selections of words. they describe the daily sunset and sunrise as: day to day amazing nature of the universe created by God to devine nights and days. not only once, the goosebumps showed in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/113351255605575576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/113351255605575576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/12/are-those-writers-us.html' title='are those writers, us?'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-113092523381029279</id><published>2005-11-02T16:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:24:11.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know</title><summary type='text'>i used to be so proud of myself of being able to write. hell, i even grow the pride to be a narcism by re-reading my blogs over and over, and still be able to love each and every single post that i ever written. but today, as i'm prepared to do something that i've been longing to do for so freakin long, my brain freezes. it frooze like hell.maybe, vera is right. maybe, the thoughts that i used to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/113092523381029279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/113092523381029279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-know.html' title='i dont know'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-112550350007153529</id><published>2005-08-31T22:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:51:40.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue, fatigue, fatigue</title><summary type='text'>fatigue. a new word indeed for me. bukan dalam artian saya tidak pernah mengalaminya sebelumnya, tapi dalam artian secara harafiah, saya baru mengenal istilah dalam bahasa inggris tersebut. dan rasanya? hmmm.. perfect. menemukan kata fatigue dalam vocabulary bahasa inggris sama rasanya seperti menemukan kata abysmal, yang akhirnya saya abadikan menjadi yahoo id saya. norak? you may say so. atau </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/112550350007153529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/112550350007153529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/08/fatigue-fatigue-fatigue.html' title='fatigue, fatigue, fatigue'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-112420916549225965</id><published>2005-08-16T23:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:19:25.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'>positively positive</title><summary type='text'>i always got what i want, but all i want is the wrong thing.
nice and simple quote. dengan tepat bisa menggambarkan gimana manusia bisa dengan seringnya berharap akan sesuatu dengan amat sangat. dan ketika apa yang mereka impikan terwujud, mereka menyadari bahwa itu adalah sebuah kesalahan.

beda banget sama apa yang dikatakan seorang teman. dia pernah bilang "kalau sekarang, jin dari lampu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/112420916549225965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/112420916549225965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/08/positively-positive.html' title='positively positive'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-112196178813106382</id><published>2005-07-21T22:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:03:08.133+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ketika berbicara saja tidak lagi cukup</title><summary type='text'>bolehkah saya berteriak hari ini?
mengapa, katamu?
tidak tahu. hanya itu yang dapat kukatakan.apa yang mau diteriakkan, katamu?entahlah. aku tak dapat merangkai kata atau kalimat untuk menjawabmu kali ini.aku hanya ingin semua orang tahu, betapa aku orang yang sungguh menyusahkan.karena apapun yang kau berikan, aku tetap ingin berteriak.mengeluarkan semua yang menghantui pikiranku.entah apa dan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/112196178813106382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/112196178813106382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/07/ketika-berbicara-saja-tidak-lagi-cukup.html' title='ketika berbicara saja tidak lagi cukup'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-112196100696190401</id><published>2005-07-18T22:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:50:07.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'>journey of a zillion places</title><summary type='text'>surabaya, july 4, 2005
untuk ke-2 kalinya aku menghabiskan waktu tidak lebih dari 8 jam di kota pahlawan ini. hmmm, jaraknya yang cuma 1 jam flight penerbangan bukan alasan untuk bersombong ria bercepat-cepat singgah ditempat ini. tapi kali ini, bukan lagi persinggahan menunggu penerbangan ke bali seperti yang kulakukan beribu tahun yang lalu. kali ini, aku mengantarkan seorang sahabat, untuk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/112196100696190401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/112196100696190401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/07/journey-of-zillion-places.html' title='journey of a zillion places'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-112012149627126130</id><published>2005-06-30T15:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T15:51:36.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially final posting</title><summary type='text'>This will officially be my last posting from 192 168 0 196. yes, finally i have to say goodbye for my 2,9 years of internet protocol. all this time, i imagine the goodbye will be a happy go-go event - a chance to say goodbye to the loath that i've built for the last 1005 days. but today, as i sit in front of my computer, 2 hours before i finally stepped out of this 20th floor for good, i can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/112012149627126130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/112012149627126130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/06/officially-final-posting.html' title='Officially final posting'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111992989570244673</id><published>2005-06-28T10:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:38:15.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion poem</title><summary type='text'>i used to have a desire
a trench coat named love
never has it touched my heart
nor linger my very iner-sight
yet, i have call it a day
 i used to have a feara high heel pump called great expectationnever has it proven me right nor dissapoint me in anywayalready, it took the best out of mei used to have a dreama croco bag labeled ideal figurenever has i fight for itnor become suicidal to itstill i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111992989570244673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111992989570244673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/06/fashion-poem.html' title='fashion poem'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111952297086417937</id><published>2005-06-23T17:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:01:43.016+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kurang kerjaan</title><summary type='text'>why am i posting another journal, you asked?
the truth is i'm in this stage of life where i dont have to do anything. dont have to, or dont want to? arghhh, what's the different, right? the bottom line is, i am not doing anything relating to something called work.
yes, i'm now at the last 3 days of working in this company. and i'm enjoying myself too much. writing-writing and writing. and so, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111952297086417937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111952297086417937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/06/kurang-kerjaan.html' title='kurang kerjaan'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111952130537963121</id><published>2005-06-23T16:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:08:25.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><summary type='text'>siapa orang paling pinter di dunia? pure personal opinion: award for the smartest people in the entire world should go to the writers of FRIENDS. why? because they are able to make me (and i'm sure zillion others) laugh in any kind of circumstances by something that is not so called slapstick funny but something hilarious to be consumed anytime anywhere with no limitation of age. (yes, the limit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111952130537963121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111952130537963121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/06/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111935332290223460</id><published>2005-06-21T18:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:28:42.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams to be</title><summary type='text'>i found my self shaking terrified of something that i have dream of come to reality WHY? ihy am i afraid oh Almighty? isn't this what i've been urging You about? am i questioning my own ability? dont i believe in myself? or is it because i know myself too well? maybe i am just afraid that if you have given me my dreams i have no escape and myself only to blame to l'e. my so called dreams come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111935332290223460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111935332290223460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/06/dreams-to-be.html' title='dreams to be'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111900347184192676</id><published>2005-06-17T15:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T17:17:51.880+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life has a funny way of treating people. it has the magic of breaking your beliefs, your power and even your overloader pride. yeah, i've said that before and i will say that over and over again as i have been repeatedly amazed by it. hidup.. banyak hal kecil yang tak terduga di dalamnya. efeknya? luar biasa!!
sebagai orang yang terhitung cukup bermindset konvensional, gue sering kali banget </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111900347184192676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111900347184192676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-has-funny-way-of-treating-people.html' title=''/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111874691211184081</id><published>2005-06-14T17:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:10:44.600+07:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><summary type='text'>is it me? am i being too sensitive? or is it true that when i decided to have a look, all i see around is love? love..love...sweet old love, and never it has been mine. from a dearest closest friend who's madly in love with her new boyfriend yet old crush to a rediscovered long lost friend who turns out to be newly wed and are madly in love. From an old girlfriend who's in town for a visit who's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111874691211184081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111874691211184081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111873452471722609</id><published>2005-06-03T17:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T16:53:43.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>breathtaking</title><summary type='text'>i thought i will make them suffer till their last drop of blood if i have the chance to.
i thought i will scream everything bad that they have done to me if i have the chance to.
i thought i will end their high dignity by making them mirroring their mistakes if i have the chance to.
i thought i will make sure that all the glory is mine and all they're left with is grief. a long and neverending </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111873452471722609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111873452471722609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/06/breathtaking.html' title='breathtaking'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111641482620814240</id><published>2005-05-18T17:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T18:13:46.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a series of unfortunate events{a post to a dear friend}</title><summary type='text'>09.25 am, in a space at the 20th fl of a building in a central distric of jakarta. *hmm let see what's in my agenda today. meet some friends for dinner,  grocery shopping, a good nite rest for tommorows prep, and.... owh yeah, i want to write my blog. whowww, i'm gonna do some hell of a writing today!* 09.35 am, turn on 'jets: r u gonna be my girl', login to www.blogger.com *okay, let's get this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111641482620814240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111641482620814240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/05/series-of-unfortunate-eventsa-post-to.html' title='a series of unfortunate events{a post to a dear friend}'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111587373948091627</id><published>2005-05-12T11:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:55:39.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson learned</title><summary type='text'>in a quest of finding the true calling of life, we will find that there's always the first time for everything. first cry, first kiss, first words, first day at school, first love, first job, and zillion other firsts. well recently, i did my first movie alone. 'whattttt?' you said.. movie? alone? in a theatere?... well hold your breath, because that's the way i used to look at it. but when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111587373948091627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111587373948091627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/05/lesson-learned.html' title='lesson learned'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111407355564209369</id><published>2005-04-21T15:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:52:35.643+07:00</updated><title type='text'>one  by one = often</title><summary type='text'>life has a funny way of treating people. in one's life others come and go, unstopable by any power. first, they were someone or something strange for you. getting to know them, they become something meaningful. why not? look at their being everyday, share thoughts and fights, share jokes and insultment.. even when it's not all real, the javaness says 'witing tresno jalaran soko kulino' falling in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111407355564209369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111407355564209369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-by-one-often.html' title='one  by one = often'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111382518039545872</id><published>2005-04-18T18:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:53:00.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'>awkwardly strange</title><summary type='text'>theoritically almost everybody know that there are stages in human life. birth, childhood, adultry, marriage and death.  ga perlu susah-susah baca buku abraham maslow atau sigmund freud untuk tahu hal ini (eh, ga nyambung ya? hehehe) kelahiran, pernikahan dan kematian mungkin yang paling menonjol, karena hanya berlangsung dalam hitungan detik namun bekasnya terasa sepanjang hidup. meskipun sudah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111382518039545872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111382518039545872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/04/awkwardly-strange.html' title='awkwardly strange'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111284632674240316</id><published>2005-04-06T11:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T10:58:46.743+07:00</updated><title type='text'>who is me</title><summary type='text'>saya tidak tahu, akhir-akhir ini saya sedang menjadi siapa. ditengah tekanan dan kebosanan menjadi ms. nice lady mungkin sedang berusaha menjadi diri saya sendiri yang sebenarnya tapi yang jelas saya kurang menyukai karakter baru yang sedang muncul dari diri saya. saya yang baru bukan hanya apatis dan narsis seperti saya yang lama, tapi mulai menggabungkan apatisme itu dengan narsisme. saya yang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111284632674240316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111284632674240316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-is-me.html' title='who is me'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111235275390071442</id><published>2005-04-01T17:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:52:33.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>heavenly corner is me</title><summary type='text'>in a world where everybody is troubled with their assignment, i have my heavenly corner. in a world where people are busy gossiping their friends and enemy, i have my heavenly corner. in a world where ethics, kindness and loving is gone, i have my heavenly corner. in a world where everything is about competition to be at the top, i have my heavenly corner. in a world where they are building a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111235275390071442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111235275390071442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/04/heavenly-corner-is-me.html' title='heavenly corner is me'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111209772182642853</id><published>2005-03-29T18:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:02:01.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'>God No!</title><summary type='text'>i am tired. no idea, weather i am tire of runing or i'm tired because i have no where else to run.trapped like a mice in a labyrin.way outtttttt... horaaaaaaaay! what? false alarm? no way!where should i go now?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111209772182642853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111209772182642853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/03/god-no.html' title='God No!'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111163565599461285</id><published>2005-03-24T10:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T10:40:55.996+07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is not a drama that ends in one episode</title><summary type='text'>being a serial-drama &amp; serial-comedy freak, i always wondered "how is life if we see it as one of those serial we watched?". note: serial drama sama soap opera menurut gue itu beda. dont know if i am wrong. soap opera bukan melulu telenovela loh, karena bule-bule itu juga punya soap opera seperti melrose place, dallas, bold n' beautiful (well, kinds that i'm not really into). serial-drama i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111163565599461285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111163565599461285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-is-not-drama-that-ends-in-one.html' title='life is not a drama that ends in one episode'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111045258117623065</id><published>2005-03-10T17:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:17:05.700+07:00</updated><title type='text'>so called full mind psychology</title><summary type='text'>full mind psychology: selalu merasakan segala sesuatu sudah cukup sehingga tidak menginginkan sesuatu yang lebih. dipercaya ketika saat itulah, suatu tawaran yang lebih baik--yang tidak pernah dicari maupun diharapkan--biasanya datang. bukan definisi yang tepat mungkin, tapi yahhh secara garis besar itulah yang saya dapatkan dari pembicaraan dengan seorang teman. katanya "biasanya sesuatu yang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111045258117623065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111045258117623065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-called-full-mind-psychology.html' title='so called full mind psychology'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-111016947521140451</id><published>2005-03-07T10:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T11:24:35.213+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kesederhanaan mimpi dan kerumitan realita</title><summary type='text'>"when even in a dream, one chooses to be dead than to stay at where she's now, isn't real life pothetic?"kalimat itu berputar-putar di kepala gue waktu terbangun di hari sabtu kemarin. I had a dream. di mimpi itu, gue yang sedang menyetir tiba-tiba mengalami kecelakaan. mobil gue berputar-putar menunggu dihantam oleh sebuah truk besar. suddenly i have my whole life flashed before me. di tengah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111016947521140451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/111016947521140451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/03/kesederhanaan-mimpi-dan-kerumitan.html' title='kesederhanaan mimpi dan kerumitan realita'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110956446240943257</id><published>2005-02-28T10:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T11:21:02.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>eternal sunshine on a thiefless working world</title><summary type='text'>"IQ jongkok bukan berarti tidak sukses di tempat kerja" (or something like that). tulisan yang menjadi headline salah satu majalah wanita kelas dunia itu berhasil menarik mata saya dengan seketika.... hmmmmm.... ternyata bos saya bukan satu-satunya orang yang menganggap bahwa kepintaran otak bukan hal paling penting ketika berada di dunia kerja. (padahal, kalau diingat-ingat saya dan seorang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110956446240943257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110956446240943257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/02/eternal-sunshine-on-thiefless-working.html' title='eternal sunshine on a thiefless working world'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110930269492572817</id><published>2005-02-25T10:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T10:38:14.930+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perang dengan Sang Kaca</title><summary type='text'>Konon, perang yang paling sulit dilakukan adalah perang melawan diri sendiri. berhadapan dengan orang lain, dengan mudahnya kita dapat merasa sebagai si yang paling benar. beribu celah dapat kita temukan dan kemudian jadikan sebagai alasan. bagaimana jika si orang lain adalah pribadi yang sama persis dengan yang dianggap si paling benar. ya..kita sendiri.. layaknya berperang dengan sang kaca. dia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110930269492572817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110930269492572817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/02/perang-dengan-sang-kaca.html' title='Perang dengan Sang Kaca'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110898449256717171</id><published>2005-02-21T18:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T18:14:52.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD {at g.o.d}</title><summary type='text'>pernahkah terpikir bahwa seharusnya semuanya tidak begini. mengapa ia berhenti mendengar saat seluruh asaku berputus ditengah seribu pengharapan yang kukirimkan baginya. bukan satu kali ini bibirku berucap, memohon hal yang sama untuk keseribu kali. namun tak jua terdengar sepatah kata maupun selewat laku tanda peristiwa akan berangsur baik. dengan egonya ia bisa menjawab semuanya bisa lebih </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110898449256717171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110898449256717171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/02/mad-at-god.html' title='MAD {at g.o.d}'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110897300951182523</id><published>2005-02-21T14:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T15:03:29.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'>big bag of crap</title><summary type='text'>He said that she's attractive, and georgeus in a way 
well that's bull
He said that she's too good for him that's non sense
He said that she deserves better
that's crap if she's half as good as he said she is why not take her for himself?
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110897300951182523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110897300951182523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/02/big-bag-of-crap.html' title='big bag of crap'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110846013473336089</id><published>2005-02-15T16:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T16:35:34.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'>habis libur datanglah gelap</title><summary type='text'>waktu itu, ini yang ada di otak saya "hmmm, 9 hari penuh tanpa kerjaan kantor. hell, i'm gonna have a blast dan jamin deh begitu balik lagi bakalan seger nih otak. udah ada sejuta satu rencana berderet yang bakal bikin seger, dari mulai baby shopping ama witty, vintage hunting ama injut, 2 hari sama si crush (2 whole freakin days man!!!), makan enak ama bosley, keliling kota dengan mobil baruw, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110846013473336089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110846013473336089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/02/habis-libur-datanglah-gelap.html' title='habis libur datanglah gelap'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110837734612115094</id><published>2005-02-14T17:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T17:35:46.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreaking love poems</title><summary type='text'>i'm falling again this time hard, and right on the heart why is it always someone whose love is forbidden for me... for the sake of butterflies in my tummy i have to keep it and let it grow ahead... but in the name of life itself let alone this feeling die 

in a day so called love day -valentine-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110837734612115094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110837734612115094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/02/heartbreaking-love-poems.html' title='heartbreaking love poems'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110691183052479971</id><published>2005-01-28T17:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T18:30:30.523+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cerita umum seorang wanita</title><summary type='text'>seorang wanita tengah menyesali kenapa peristiwa ini harus terjadi pada keluarganya. meskipun ia tau bukan dirinya seorang yang merasa hidup ini tidak adil, tetap hatinya memberontak kenapa keadaan keuangan keluarganya bisa memburuk seperti ini, disaat ia bertumbuh dewasa. padahal ia memiliki cita untuk berada di kalangan jetset dimana semua orang memandangnya kagum disertai sorot mata iri </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110691183052479971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110691183052479971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/01/cerita-umum-seorang-wanita.html' title='cerita umum seorang wanita'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110688834163670348</id><published>2005-01-28T11:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:59:01.636+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ought to {KILLS THE SINCERITY}</title><summary type='text'>What you ought to do for those around you often kills the sincerity of words, right? simple examples: how many agreeing have you donewhen actually deep down inside your hearts says no? for your buddies, bosses, families or just people close to you! you open your friends' blogs, wondering why suddenly everyone thinks that they are a great writer, when suddenly you realize one of your closest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110688834163670348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110688834163670348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/01/ought-to-kills-sincerity.html' title='ought to {KILLS THE SINCERITY}'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110673178112206637</id><published>2005-01-26T16:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T16:29:41.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>choice #3</title><summary type='text'>ketika seorang menjadi bosan akan sebuah masalah yang terus menerus kembali ia hadapi, apa yang harus dilakukannya? menghadapinya lagi dan lagi atau lari dan meninggalkannya?
apa gunanya menghadapinya kembali kalau ternyata hal itu tidak bisa diselesaikan secara tuntas? mengapa tidak tuntas, karena keputusannya bukan hanya tergantung pada satu orang saja. banyak hal yang akan menyebabkan masalah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110673178112206637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110673178112206637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/01/choice-3.html' title='choice #3'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110542827401611612</id><published>2005-01-11T13:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T14:24:34.016+07:00</updated><title type='text'>extra large, extra potential?</title><summary type='text'>xl is just a word (or maybe just series of alphabet?) written in the back label of some clothing. well at least most of my clothing. reading, hearing nor seeing that word (should i say word? hehe, what the hell!) i never have any certain feelings. maybe just because i am used to it, huh? okay, i am a size xl, so what? there are times when xls are just good enough, consedering some clothing line </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110542827401611612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110542827401611612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/01/extra-large-extra-potential.html' title='extra large, extra potential?'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110500394523232189</id><published>2005-01-06T16:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:40:14.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'>life or something like it</title><summary type='text'>life is never a complete journey without problems. but what defines a problem is too hard is always a gray area. a common say is that God never let a single human being handle problems that are way out of their league. but is it? 

a girl onced had two problems that to her mind are the most mind-bugging-never-ending-no solutions problems. her job and her not having a boyfriend. to her those two</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110500394523232189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110500394523232189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-or-something-like-it.html' title='life or something like it'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110425170632525503</id><published>2004-12-28T23:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:35:06.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ununderstandable</title><summary type='text'>it got me thingking allright. not about how life is only once hence use it as good as you can, but more in a way that life is only once, so why bother? losing a friend so young and full of life remind me of my own lost. is it fair if we are expected to do our best in life when we are not even sure where our boat is headed. is it fair when we are trying to achieve our goals, then bang... a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110425170632525503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110425170632525503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/12/ununderstandable.html' title='ununderstandable'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110359804893224553</id><published>2004-12-21T09:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T10:00:48.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>story of the rose</title><summary type='text'>Kamu akan terus mengeluh tentang durinya yang tajam
Sementara aku akan terus mengagumi warnanya yang indah
Sangatlah mengagumkan bahwa kenyataannya kita sedang melihat sebuah bunga mawar yang sama....
me-the apathic fool
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110359804893224553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110359804893224553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/12/story-of-rose.html' title='story of the rose'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110347835630123177</id><published>2004-12-18T01:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T00:45:56.300+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a smile of hope</title><summary type='text'>today i have seen a smile. not just an ordinary smile. a smile that gives me back everything. a smile on a christmas eve, that gives me back the faith of celebrating something beautiful that i've lost the day my beloved person in the world passed away. a smile from those who are crazy in love, gives me back a slice of hope that eventhough it's a long and winding road, hopefully there'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110347835630123177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110347835630123177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/12/smile-of-hope.html' title='a smile of hope'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110319369473584982</id><published>2004-12-16T16:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T00:54:20.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'>5-est of my life</title><summary type='text'>let see..this is how I describe things in my life with 5 thing of each topics in random order 5 happiest things:
1. the birth of my baby bro
2. keluar dari jatinangor
3. lebaran trip 2003
4. dapet kaos the incredibles
5. setiap ketemu kaka nisya dan dede nadia. 
5 biggest ooops:
1. canceling my one year stay in uncle sam
2. having adh as my boss
3. ninggalin nokia 3650 gue di taksi
4. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110319369473584982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110319369473584982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/12/5-est-of-my-life.html' title='5-est of my life'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110302156667657288</id><published>2004-12-14T17:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:52:46.676+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT...stoooooop!</title><summary type='text'>would you stop running around in my head just for a bit? let me rest my soul in peace just for a sec. i know you say that i asked for it. i did. long long time ago. way back in a perfect life that i used to have. i say it was boring. wrong. it should be written in capitals. BORING! yes, so idiotic of me to do that right? who the hell i am calling my perfect life boring? true as it can be, in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110302156667657288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110302156667657288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/12/shitstoooooop.html' title='SHIT...stoooooop!'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110291899232945368</id><published>2004-12-13T13:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T13:23:12.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts vs talk vs reality</title><summary type='text'>tell me god, will i someday regret posting this one? this is the one for someone who had made my day last friday. someone who did a whole lot more than what i'd expect him to do. that's why it felt so big.

so this is where the story begin. in my 4 days of whole day long thinking, i've decided the solution of my problem is to call it QUIT. after i felt 'batman' supporting act with my decision </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110291899232945368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110291899232945368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/12/thoughts-vs-talk-vs-reality.html' title='thoughts vs talk vs reality'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110309836854859237</id><published>2004-11-28T14:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T15:12:48.546+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sedikit jadi panjang</title><summary type='text'>a conversation occurs between me and my best buddy today.

roolingstone: sa, menurutlu apa yang jadi tujuan hidup seorang lelaki?
gue: hmmm, ga tau ya. kalu gue cowo mungkin gue tau!
roolingstone: secara elu bakal punya suami cowo (someday.. tambahnya dengan ketawa ketiwi), nih gue kasih tau. ada tiga hal yang penting dalam kehidupan seorang lelaki: harta, wanita dan kuasa.
gue: makasih atas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110309836854859237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110309836854859237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/11/sedikit-jadi-panjang.html' title='sedikit jadi panjang'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-110093733263161027</id><published>2004-11-20T14:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T14:55:32.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>me, vacation and jobless life.</title><summary type='text'>Will proudly say that this vacation doesnt sucked at all! Right before it's happening, I have though that this will be one shit of a vacation. Being turned down to spend it abroad, running out of ticket for domestic flight, supposedly this will be a boring vacation.

but somewhere between Jakarta's malls, shopping center, hangout places and beauty saloon, i found myself at the almost last day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110093733263161027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/110093733263161027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-vacation-and-jobless-life.html' title='me, vacation and jobless life.'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-109999578436952661</id><published>2004-11-09T16:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:23:04.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'>beware oh smart ones!</title><summary type='text'>for those who are often called as the smart ones: becareful not to think that you have all in life. there's the wolf who are waiting outside your fence, ready to catch you just when your eyes rested. proud you are to be called genious, you might only use your brains to figure out the science in life. you may count math, you may write poems, you may play music but often you have appeal. often you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109999578436952661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109999578436952661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/11/beware-oh-smart-ones.html' title='beware oh smart ones!'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-109964643042851677</id><published>2004-11-05T16:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:20:30.430+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penting dan Ga Penting</title><summary type='text'>Belakangan ini gue sering banget denger orang ngomong "ga penting banget deh!". Frequent as it is, gue juga jadi sering ikutan ngomong kalimat itu. But then it got me thingking "Sebenernya apa sih yang penting? Dan yang mana juga  yang ga penting banget itu?"

tingkat kepentingan bagi setiap orang itu dijamin pasti berbeda. An egosentric sons of a bitch will think that everything that has to do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109964643042851677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109964643042851677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/11/penting-dan-ga-penting.html' title='Penting dan Ga Penting'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-109929813905214755</id><published>2004-11-01T14:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T15:35:39.053+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creator Vs Editor</title><summary type='text'>Which one is easier, being a creator or an editor? The question pops in when i'm trying to do my daily activities at the office. Most of my friend says that it is harder to do consepting, or in other words creating something than to edit it. That's why when we're trying to do letters, or proposal or anything and the boss' with their snobbish sound says "you do the draft and i will perfected it",</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109929813905214755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109929813905214755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/11/creator-vs-editor.html' title='Creator Vs Editor'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-109836036767172117</id><published>2004-10-21T19:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:32:34.300+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writings &amp; Iritation</title><summary type='text'>Couple days ago I heard that a friend, well not actually a friend but just someone I used to know in the past, will publish her own book. it is said that before that, she used to publish her writings in her blog. i then visited her blog. It was not her writings that I was facinated to. It was the fact that a great number of my friends turn out to have a blog (which is attached to her). Hey, dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109836036767172117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109836036767172117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/10/writings-iritation.html' title='Writings &amp; Iritation'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-109722343004985697</id><published>2004-10-08T14:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T15:17:10.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenuh, a life update</title><summary type='text'>Yes jut, gue kangen banget sama nulis! But unfortunatelly, sekarang banyak banget yang menghalangi gue untuk menyalurkan tulisan-tulisan gue (disamping sekarang kayaknya gue juga harus mulai mengalihkan porsi hobi tulis menulis untuk sesuatu yang menghasilkan uang ya?? hehe). Tapi ngobrol sama seorang intan, bikin gue sadar kalu gue ada sesuatu yang udah lama banget gue lakuin. Jot down my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109722343004985697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109722343004985697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/10/jenuh-life-update.html' title='Jenuh, a life update'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-109290077653185211</id><published>2004-08-19T12:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T14:32:56.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that got me started</title><summary type='text'>Just read an email from a friend. Kenapa jadi jomblo? Kata dia sih penyebabnya banyak banget. Bisa jadi karna pilihan (as of lagi konsentrasi ke kerjaan, sekolah, keluarga, pelayanan),  trauma, kurang usaha, keadaan dan yang terakhir "ya belum laku aja!!" Well the last one sure is interesting. Belum laku aja! Tampang ngga jelek2 amat, hidup mapan,  otak hmmm..bolehlah, pribadi? pokonya kangen deh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109290077653185211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109290077653185211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/08/something-that-got-me-started.html' title='Something that got me started'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-109220057653474021</id><published>2004-08-11T11:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T15:20:33.693+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trendy Conventional</title><summary type='text'>Trend : the most up to date style.

Does one have to always direct one's mind according to the latest style?

In some cases, change is a bastard for me. I just like some things the way they are. I love the way my office looks with its aristocratic wooden style. Though my designer friends says that the latest trend in design is now simplicity with pastel colors, for me the maroon wooden walls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109220057653474021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109220057653474021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/08/trendy-conventional.html' title='The Trendy Conventional'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-109213394927834898</id><published>2004-08-10T17:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T11:46:41.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought of thought</title><summary type='text'>I love to dress up..I love shopping in order to dress up..I have to have money for shopping in order to dress up..I have to work to get the money for shopping in order to dress up..I get yelled at work to get the money for shopping in order to dress up..I get depressed if I get yelledat work to get the money for shopping in order to dress up..I get depressed because I love to dress up...GYAHAHAHA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109213394927834898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/109213394927834898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/08/thought-of-thought.html' title='A thought of thought'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108996445709247357</id><published>2004-07-16T13:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T14:54:17.093+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Zone</title><summary type='text'>Comfort Zone : area that makes one feel very comfortable in doing anything. Not necessarily meaning no promblem at all, but enough to make one hang on to face the situation.
 
If everyone has their own comfort zone then a question suddenly pops up in my mind. Why do we have to leave our comfort zone?  If our comfort zone makes us feel cozy, adequate to make us do our best and get the best out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108996445709247357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108996445709247357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/07/comfort-zone.html' title='Comfort Zone'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108937140124320374</id><published>2004-07-09T13:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T18:10:01.243+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat Stupid</title><summary type='text'>As much as I hate to admit, I've done zillion of stupid things in my life. Stupid,as I can feel it's sudden impact, or a slower kind of stupidity, that I feel the effect when I've been sank in it..Okay..confession time..My latest sudden impact stupidity happened last night. I was walking toward my driver, in a descend road while smiling to a new coworker..then BOOM..i fell to the ground, full </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108937140124320374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108937140124320374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/07/somewhat-stupid.html' title='Somewhat Stupid'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108858765277440235</id><published>2004-06-30T16:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T16:28:50.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NGGA TAU atau NGGA PUAS</title><summary type='text'>Sering banget manusia berpikir kalau dia tahu persis apa yang dia inginkan. seperti waktu kecil, kalau ditanya cita-cita pasti dengan lantang jawabannya adalah mau jadi dokter. Sama halnya setiap wanita pasti ingin langsing, ingin cantik, ingin sukses, ingin pintar dan berbagai ingin-ingin lainnya.  Kenyataannya, tidak semua yang kita inginkan bisa tercapai. Dan bagi sebagian yang bisa tercapai, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108858765277440235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108858765277440235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/06/ngga-tau-atau-ngga-puas.html' title='NGGA TAU atau NGGA PUAS'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108816171007297654</id><published>2004-06-25T18:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T18:08:30.073+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Certury Syndrome</title><summary type='text'>Today is the day i turn twenty five. A quarter of a century they say..hmmm...mungkin ini udah waktunya untuk mulai liat-liat lagi apa sih yang sudah pernah terjadi dalam hidup..let's start!!personally, gue sih berasa hidup gue berlalu begitu aja, sampai gue mulai sma. disinilah titik dimana gue boleh memberikan sedikit kontribusi dalam mambuat keputusan dalam hidup. lets face it..waktu baru lahir</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108816171007297654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108816171007297654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/06/quarter-certury-syndrome.html' title='Quarter Certury Syndrome'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108798691866526070</id><published>2004-06-23T17:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T17:35:18.666+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Along came some shit</title><summary type='text'>membingungkan mungkin, kenapa si apatis selalu berhasil menemukan sesuatu yang "buruk" bahkan dari hal-hal terbaik yang ada dalam hidupnya. seorang bijak pernah berkata, bahwa suatu kejadian mungkin akan menjadi buruk, jika manusia tidak memiliki kemampuan untuk melihat sebuah rencana secara menyeluruh. Mungkin benar, si apatis tidak memiliki kemampuan ini..makanya ia selalu sukses mencari yang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108798691866526070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108798691866526070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/06/along-came-some-shit.html' title='Along came some shit'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108737708761572071</id><published>2004-06-16T15:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T16:11:27.616+07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i'm feeling blue, all i have to do</title><summary type='text'>Owh...everyone sure wish that they are phil collins, especially me right now. just listen to what he have to say "when i'm feeling blue, all i have to do, is take a look at you, than i'm not so blue"... If only, life and feeling is as easy as that! But NOOOOOOOOOO!! The real thing is not as simple as "just take a look at you".In the real life, or at least the life that I am living right now, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108737708761572071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108737708761572071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/06/when-im-feeling-blue-all-i-have-to-do.html' title='when i&apos;m feeling blue, all i have to do'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108545657329201198</id><published>2004-05-25T10:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T10:42:53.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayed or Fooled</title><summary type='text'>People come people gooften beyond predictionfor you cant blame anyoneif they choose not to become so closecoz it hurtslosing someone whom you've put your heart inso fly...fly with the windand belive that faith will encountered us with the best!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108545657329201198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108545657329201198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/05/betrayed-or-fooled.html' title='Betrayed or Fooled'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108513636804815920</id><published>2004-05-21T17:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T17:12:03.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightment or Justification</title><summary type='text'>siapa bilang hidup itu adiL? frase ini adalah rangkaian kata yang sering banget diucapkan manusia, ditulis di berbagai media, atau bahkan hanya singgah di pemikiran seseorang..kenapa juga sih hidup mesti adil? lagi pula adil versi tiap orang kan berbeda..Mungkin yang terjadi sekarang adalah adil menurut versi "Yang Diatas". 

Presiden dari negara Adikuasa, model dengan kemewahan bergelimpang, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108513636804815920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108513636804815920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/05/enlightment-or-justification.html' title='Enlightment or Justification'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108271695708434213</id><published>2004-04-23T17:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:46:45.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk About Good Timing</title><summary type='text'>Kutu-kutu busuk di sekitar gue mungkin udah tutup kuping begitu denger gue komplain tentang kerjaan...lagi...dan lagi...dan lagi...dan lagi....Ada peletnya kali nih tempat yah? Pas Udah eneg banget nget nget...udah pengen pindah ndah ndah, eh ada perubahan. logikanya, kalu ada perubahan ya udah donk, ga jadi pindah, alias tetep bertahan dan balik lagi bekerja dengan giat. tapi kenyataannya..udah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108271695708434213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108271695708434213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/04/talk-about-good-timing.html' title='Talk About Good Timing'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108141185073029902</id><published>2004-04-08T15:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T15:14:38.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'>F**K THE SHITHEAD</title><summary type='text'>I Work for A ShitHead in A DicKhEAd CoMpanY. The OnlY ThinG to KeEp ME goInG Is tHe ThoughT THat I CaN aCtuAllY LeAve aNd lET tHeM SuFFer BiG TIme..pARdon The lAnguaGe wIll YA!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108141185073029902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108141185073029902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/04/fk-shithead.html' title='F**K THE SHITHEAD'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108132739189431547</id><published>2004-04-07T15:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T16:01:23.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Grams twenty one valuable lessons</title><summary type='text'>Ga nyangka bisa ada pelajaran berharga dari nonton pelm...gue pikir nonton pelm cuma kegiatan hiburan ajah, makanya ga boleh nonton yang serius, harus yang lucu dan gampang dicerna. kemarin abis nonton 21 grams . Mulanya just for the sake of watching Bennicio Del Toro. Ternyata? it's one of those phsycedellic movies. Thanks to my so called best friend, In Jut, I have tried to Virgin Suicides,  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108132739189431547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108132739189431547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/04/21-grams-twenty-one-valuable-lessons.html' title='21 Grams twenty one valuable lessons'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108087693292151923</id><published>2004-04-02T10:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T11:24:26.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster is the new happening??</title><summary type='text'>they say that internet is the fastest living media to touch people all over the world. Many matters have proven this. but there's a new happening thing, that seems to have awaken the eyes of the youngster about the well being of this media. *hmm..or is it only me??* and it says FRIENDSTER..
nowadays, when you meet someone new, u dont ask about their contacts, but often the first line that pops </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108087693292151923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108087693292151923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/04/friendster-is-new-happening.html' title='Friendster is the new happening??'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-108087353883351031</id><published>2004-04-02T09:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T09:42:37.903+07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEN IS THE NEW BLACK</title><summary type='text'>A posting for the sake of fashionista around the world..
Dedicated to In Jut..my so called best friend who have brainwashed me to this jargon
So here we go:
GREEN IS THE NEW BLACK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108087353883351031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/108087353883351031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/04/green-is-new-black.html' title='GREEN IS THE NEW BLACK'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-107641570780352743</id><published>2004-02-10T19:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:24:16.170+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAK OUT...IT's ABYSMAL</title><summary type='text'>whom...bang!!! you close your eyes for a sec, and it hits you...real bad!
Awake..dont ever put down your concience ever for a rest
let it always be on guard for the worst thing that might attact
for if you just be nonchalant for a zip you'll never know what will happen

OPEN YOUR EYES
WORK YOUR BRAIN
SHAKE YOUR BODY
rests are just for fools...

I am a fool, so can i rest now?
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107641570780352743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107641570780352743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/02/freak-outits-abysmal.html' title='FREAK OUT...IT&apos;s ABYSMAL'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-107485390459919173</id><published>2004-01-23T17:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:26:34.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowest Point: BAD MOOD</title><summary type='text'>Friday, January 23rd 2003..
Just want to say that my highest point today is that tommorrow is weekend...Even though nothing is planned yet, but at least the thought of not going to work, and meeting the same loath that i've seen almost everyday for the past year and 3 months is just very fun..but, hey..i do have something planned for this weekend: Lord of The Rings, THe Journey Ends..here i come</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107485390459919173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107485390459919173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/01/lowest-point-bad-mood.html' title='Lowest Point: BAD MOOD'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-107407620081871783</id><published>2004-01-14T17:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T17:31:51.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>future and so called decision</title><summary type='text'>Isnt it very funny how a small decision can influence the rest of your life? Well it sure do. Sure, decision are made with existing and supporting facts. But how often is it that we are that lucky?  It is likely that decision are made by intuition..so it is very, very (and I repeat verY) often that it have a great effect on such a moody person like me. 
Times, i felt like the decision I made is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107407620081871783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107407620081871783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2004/01/future-and-so-called-decision.html' title='future and so called decision'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-107224121477596612</id><published>2003-12-24T11:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T11:47:10.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holiday everyone...</title><summary type='text'>ho..ho...ho....santa clause is coming to town
akhirnya saya bekerja setengah hari, karena malam ini adalah malam natal. senangnya.....
the joy of christmas is flowing through my soul..
may this year be marry and bright, and may all your christmas' be white...
white as a snow...

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107224121477596612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107224121477596612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2003/12/happy-holiday-everyone.html' title='happy holiday everyone...'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-107122279246673668</id><published>2003-12-12T16:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T16:53:25.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The marriage, the celebration or the mourn?</title><summary type='text'>sebuah pernikahan yang terjadi malam ini membuat otakku sedikit bekerja keras membuat pilihan untuk menentukan pilihan: hadir dan ikut merayakan atau alpha dan kehilangan kesempatan untuk menunjukkan respectku pada seorang lelaki paling sabar didunia...
dilematis!!!

datang dan ikut merayakan..apa yang harus dirayakan? memang akhirnya mereka berjodoh dan mengikatkan diri dalam sebuah tali </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107122279246673668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107122279246673668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2003/12/marriage-celebration-or-mourn.html' title='The marriage, the celebration or the mourn?'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067921.post-107112996722418929</id><published>2003-12-11T15:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T15:06:19.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>high..high..and fly away</title><summary type='text'>sepi, sayup sayup terdengar sedikit suara..
menggumam? bukan!! bersenandung?bukan!!
ternyata hanya bebunyian dari speaker sebelah
mataku berat..kepalaku ringan..melayang..melayang makin tinggi..hampir terbang..
BUSYET...gue masih sakit nih...kenapa masuk kantor yah???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107112996722418929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6067921/posts/default/107112996722418929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salivia.blogspot.com/2003/12/highhighand-fly-away.html' title='high..high..and fly away'/><author><name>sa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
