<?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-29685311</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:54:54.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wansunda</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29685311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>goetawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915058959708637169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29685311.post-116865928770262014</id><published>2007-01-12T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:34:47.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, My Wishes and My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well Gals, nothing that I can say about me now, I want to say goodbye for 2006 and welcome 2007  in this new year I really wish that I will have a new better life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 2006,  there were so many problem come, stressed at work, my relationship with my partners wasn't good,  my financial was very very bad, my family problem seems were never happy ending.  Thanks God, finally I can passed it and learned something from that, Life is struggle and challenge. That what can I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a best friend who was born on january 11, 1969 his name is Heri Hendayana,  2 days ago I was confused how can I say happy birthday to him? I don't know his current address  and his phone number, little bit ironic, isn't it? Let me tell about him, he is my best friend since we were at Junior High School SMP Negeri 2 Sumedang and we were at same class and we also in one school at SMA Negeri I Sumedang although not in the same class. He is a nice guy, smart  and comes from nice family. many funny things happened in that time, sometimes we do some "unusual" thing, we broke the limit. I would like to sincere my highly appreciation for him, he is the simple man with the smart brain. Now He lives in Jakarta with his wife and one child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can you explain how important a best friend, I only can say best friend is someone who can share a problem, happiness and share the thing that we can not share with our own brothers or own family, Im sure still many things.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always hope a better life, it make me keep hoping and dreaming. We all  need that, don't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29685311-116865928770262014?l=wansunda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/feeds/116865928770262014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29685311&amp;postID=116865928770262014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29685311/posts/default/116865928770262014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29685311/posts/default/116865928770262014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-my-wishes-and-my-best-friend.html' title='Me, My Wishes and My Best Friend'/><author><name>goetawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915058959708637169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29685311.post-115951575229242060</id><published>2006-09-29T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:02:58.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WAY</title><content type='html'>And Now, the end is near&lt;br /&gt;And so I face the final curtain&lt;br /&gt;My friend, I'll say it clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll state my case of which I'm certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived a life that's full&lt;br /&gt;I've travelled each and every highway&lt;br /&gt;And more, much more than this,&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets? I've had a few&lt;br /&gt;But then again, too few to mention&lt;br /&gt;I did what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;And saw it through without exemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned each charted course&lt;br /&gt;Each carefull step along the byway&lt;br /&gt;And more, much more than this&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew&lt;br /&gt;When I bit off more that I could chew&lt;br /&gt;But through it all, when there was doubt,&lt;br /&gt;I ate it up and spit it out&lt;br /&gt;I faced it all and I stood tall&lt;br /&gt;And did it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved, I've laughed and cried&lt;br /&gt;I've had my fill my share of losing&lt;br /&gt;But now, as tears subside&lt;br /&gt;I find it all so amusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I did all that&lt;br /&gt;And may I say, not in shy way&lt;br /&gt;Oh no...Oh no, not me&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what is a man? What has he got?&lt;br /&gt;If not himself, then he has naught&lt;br /&gt;To say the things he truly feels&lt;br /&gt;And not the things he truly feels&lt;br /&gt;And not the word of one who kneels&lt;br /&gt;The record shows I took the blows&lt;br /&gt;and di it my wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was my way&lt;br /&gt;My Comment : This song is relate to me and also this song means a lot for me. I found so many great song and I really like them but I really fall in love with MYWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29685311-115951575229242060?l=wansunda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/feeds/115951575229242060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29685311&amp;postID=115951575229242060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29685311/posts/default/115951575229242060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29685311/posts/default/115951575229242060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-way.html' title='MY WAY'/><author><name>goetawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915058959708637169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29685311.post-115949814084086529</id><published>2006-09-28T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:21:15.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Her Wedding Party</title><content type='html'>Kerobokan, September 29, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the Queen not only for this night,&lt;br /&gt;She always be the center of any attention&lt;br /&gt;and she deserved that because she is too cute&lt;br /&gt;but God i really jealous&lt;br /&gt;Damned it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God....if last night was the last time for me to see her cutest smile just give me the patiente to face it, just give me someone to change her position in my heart ( too selfish, isn't it?). I thought I will be strong enough to come to her wedding but in fact I really want to scream, angry but no cry and tell all the peoples who comes that she always belong to me forever.....how come even just to hold my tears out was the hardest thing to do in that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now God, tell me what will the next to me? what is the best thing that you still hide for me from this matter, hope not the worse one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, anyway the show must go on, I will live with any kind of situation, in this time I just want to say Congratulation for your marriage, You know excatly how hurt my feeling was, but I know you don't have any best choise, neither me. So I will survive, meantime I will pray from the deepest of my heart "God, bring her back to me although I have to cheating from her husband. uppps......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will keep praying as I dont have any choise anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wa2nruk@yahoo.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29685311-115949814084086529?l=wansunda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/feeds/115949814084086529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29685311&amp;postID=115949814084086529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29685311/posts/default/115949814084086529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29685311/posts/default/115949814084086529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-her-wedding-party.html' title='In Her Wedding Party'/><author><name>goetawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915058959708637169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29685311.post-115026848074047077</id><published>2006-06-13T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:27:46.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im The Survivors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7616/3154/1600/S3010007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7616/3154/320/S3010007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was born at Bandung, West Java on May 31, 1968. Sometimes I think that was not good time for my parents to having me because one year after I was born my parents were separated and my mother took me but left me with my grandparents. It was hard to life and lived with them because they are too old to take care the children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wasn't closed enough with my parent, especially my father, after he separated with my mother he lived with his first wife and his children (guess how many stepbrothers did i have) . To be honest untill now I never known how many children that my father had from his wife. Sorry Father, I never hate you, I knew you didn't mean to ignore me, but you have to forgive me also for being far and runaway from you, and sorry for not asking you to come when I get married and not come to see you for the last time when you are passed away. My brother was lucky still having a good memory about you, but i didn't have at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mother worked very hard for us (I have 2 sisters and one brother). I couldnt remember what is my sweet memory about you. Maybe I am to young to understand that, what i know about you is you are work so far away, every month you send money to my grandparents for our life. Sorry Mother....I already tried to be closed to you but i never felt that. I really appreciated you and all the thing happen to us is not your fault at all, only our situation was not good for us in that time. Mum, How can I explain to you if sometimes I feel that you ignore me, you never angry to my grandma when she beat me only for a small reason. and I couldn't cry, I couldn't go anywhere because i didn't have a choise. But Mum believe me, You tough me so many thing with your own way .....how to be patient, how to survive and i like that, but you forgot to teach me how to be confidence.....maybe I wasnt at the class......?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When i was a child, I spent most of time with my oldest sister and there were so many sweet memory about her, she was care about me, I really appreciated her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now im 38 years old, Thanks God that you give me a life until now. Now I am old enough to understand how to life and survive. I have one wife and 2 beautiful daughters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will always say to me, to my children and all my best friens ...Life must go on.....with or without someone else beside you.......be a good survivor and Im the Survivor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29685311-115026848074047077?l=wansunda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/feeds/115026848074047077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29685311&amp;postID=115026848074047077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29685311/posts/default/115026848074047077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29685311/posts/default/115026848074047077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-survivors.html' title='Im The Survivors'/><author><name>goetawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915058959708637169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29685311.post-115035795171628199</id><published>2006-06-13T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:58:25.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G.....is for Girl and God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh Girl, you know excatly how to make me cry. Since you said that you want us to be separated, I feel that I'd rather die to live without you. I can understand the reason, we are stucked.... couldn't move to any best relation than now. We already knew each other about this, soon or later we have to choose our own way, I can't leave my family for you....and You can not choose me as your real soulmate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I was so sad, even now I still sad, but until when? I will give my heart to feel sad..... maybe I will cry if necessary but.... only 1 (one) week....No more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Girl.... We spent our nice time together, we all have fun, your cutest smile, your white teeth, your thin eyebrow, your eyes, everything about you, God I have to loose so many nice thing, Damned it!!!!!! If I can turn back my life....or if I believe the reincarnation, I want to be your real soulmate to spend our time together until we are died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God....wish you were here with me right now........where are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Girl...perhaps now its time to say goodbye..........thank you for being my colour of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Denpasar, June 15, 2006 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29685311-115035795171628199?l=wansunda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/feeds/115035795171628199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29685311&amp;postID=115035795171628199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29685311/posts/default/115035795171628199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29685311/posts/default/115035795171628199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wansunda.blogspot.com/2006/06/gis-for-girl-and-god.html' title='G.....is for Girl and God'/><author><name>goetawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915058959708637169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
