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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8AQ3Y_fCp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121383371101308656</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:34:02.844-08:00</updated><title>a melting pot</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Erianto Rachman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211059524952509332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/TTU3AXUlDZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KO_IjeNPAes/S220/me2.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AMeltingPot" /><feedburner:info uri="ameltingpot" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYERn8yeyp7ImA9WhRTGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121383371101308656.post-7183492453865337211</id><published>2011-10-07T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:55:07.193-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T17:55:07.193-08:00</app:edited><title>Steve Jobs</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/feeds/7183492453865337211/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8121383371101308656&amp;postID=7183492453865337211" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/7183492453865337211?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/7183492453865337211?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~3/qfYaCr5GbIw/major-lost-steve-jobs.html" title="Steve Jobs" /><author><name>Erianto Rachman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211059524952509332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/TTU3AXUlDZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KO_IjeNPAes/S220/me2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcsyiHOJmQI/TrejliKZZOI/AAAAAAAABA4/herjMDbX8n4/s72-c/SJ.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html"> I have lost the one person I admire the most; Steven Paul Jobs, or Steve Jobs (1955-2011)I immediately purchased the book by Walter Isaacson, "Steve Jobs" and finished reading it. The book is about Steve. It is Steve's biography, written with no editing by Steve or his wife. The biography is Steve's true life story; from the day he was born, adoption, school years, Apple, NeXT, Pixar, his return
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YQmzOqhkhITAu9HlJNRVocJI-xs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YQmzOqhkhITAu9HlJNRVocJI-xs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~4/PGVHsrQzExo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-stage-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCRns4fip7ImA9WxBWEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121383371101308656.post-8345088433659988373</id><published>2009-10-31T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:07:47.536-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-04T06:07:47.536-08:00</app:edited><title>Another Seaside Story</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/feeds/8345088433659988373/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8121383371101308656&amp;postID=8345088433659988373" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/8345088433659988373?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/8345088433659988373?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~3/SMb1PtyBB6M/another-seaside-story.html" title="Another Seaside Story" /><author><name>Erianto Rachman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211059524952509332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/TTU3AXUlDZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KO_IjeNPAes/S220/me2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/Su0xneTFXCI/AAAAAAAAAx0/uM5cN_d_rRI/s72-c/100_4566.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">You know how I love the beach and everything related to seaside scenery...The sun, the breeze, the sound, the coldness, the warmness, the view, the people... :-)If you like rather cold whether instead of warm, and you also love going to beaches for your getaway, you might want to consider going to Sydney, Australia. For me, I could wear my jacket zipped tight up to my neck while standing on the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-VT99fT916pusOOTjdsGqKjZxvs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-VT99fT916pusOOTjdsGqKjZxvs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~4/hBhFEpj2DJk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-in-mirror.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGQ3wzeCp7ImA9WxJVEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121383371101308656.post-709392729038394383</id><published>2009-06-20T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:13:42.280-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-28T09:13:42.280-07:00</app:edited><title>The Biggest Indonesian Trekkers Gathering Ever!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/feeds/709392729038394383/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8121383371101308656&amp;postID=709392729038394383" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/709392729038394383?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/709392729038394383?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~3/UsGPO3w3eL8/biggest-indonesian-trekkers-gathering.html" title="The Biggest Indonesian Trekkers Gathering Ever!" /><author><name>Erianto Rachman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211059524952509332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/TTU3AXUlDZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KO_IjeNPAes/S220/me2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/Sjz0PeEtA8I/AAAAAAAAAno/RPMUdGyyOsI/s72-c/DSC_7158.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Indonesian Star Trek Fans Commmunity or Indo-StarTrek organized a gathering event to watch together the new Star Trek movie in IMAX format at Keong Emas, Taman Mini Indonesia Indah, Jakarta. 14 June 2009. This event was sponsored by INDOSAT and IGUANA SMS.As an active member of Indo-StarTrek, who was also the one in charge in ticketing for this event, I was very thrilled to know that we had sold 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/61HUP4S8OxnMEtoF_PPw2NTEtEA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/61HUP4S8OxnMEtoF_PPw2NTEtEA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~4/IL-G7ZflVl0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/2009/02/beach-side-tranguility.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIBQ3s9eSp7ImA9WxVQFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121383371101308656.post-7101467424280248374</id><published>2009-01-31T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:59:12.561-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-31T17:59:12.561-08:00</app:edited><title>How I Love The Beach</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/feeds/7101467424280248374/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8121383371101308656&amp;postID=7101467424280248374" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/7101467424280248374?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/7101467424280248374?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~3/N3Hlk7jSKwQ/how-i-love-beach.html" title="How I Love The Beach" /><author><name>Erianto Rachman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211059524952509332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/TTU3AXUlDZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KO_IjeNPAes/S220/me2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/SYSDGN9FKdI/AAAAAAAAAkM/MJkp130ZpFs/s72-c/lap+bola.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I spent my childhood by the beach. I was so lucky that my father was assigned to remote place in the Riau Isles back in 1980s. I was 8 years old. We lived in a small island called Sambu. The total main road circling the island was only 10 km long. The island was surrounded by beaches. Mostly had been domesticated but some were still untouched.The company had a housing complex scattered on most 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fu5jLJw8lF52cNIz9ATvu9J4Xfg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fu5jLJw8lF52cNIz9ATvu9J4Xfg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~4/N3Hlk7jSKwQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-i-love-beach.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UNSXg4fSp7ImA9WxNbFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121383371101308656.post-9103195890982980920</id><published>2009-01-16T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:08:18.635-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-17T10:08:18.635-08:00</app:edited><title>Blast From The Past: "Please Come Back"</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/feeds/9103195890982980920/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8121383371101308656&amp;postID=9103195890982980920" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/9103195890982980920?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/9103195890982980920?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~3/dWIKSUbdZEg/blast-from-past-please-come-back.html" title="Blast From The Past: &quot;Please Come Back&quot;" /><author><name>Erianto Rachman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211059524952509332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/TTU3AXUlDZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KO_IjeNPAes/S220/me2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">by BELL BIV DeVOEPlease Come Back - Bell Bive DevoeHere we go(Please come back) Sweetheart since you’ve been goneAll I been able to do is think about you(Please come back}) Every day, everywhere I go, everywhere I look, there you are(Please come back) It’s drivin’ me crazy(Please come back) Please come back, I need youWhen you called and said that you had to go awayI just smiled and thought that 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sbBnF4tRzlpBS7bvzQvCU8Qogv4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sbBnF4tRzlpBS7bvzQvCU8Qogv4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~4/dWIKSUbdZEg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/2009/01/blast-from-past-please-come-back.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIBQX0_eCp7ImA9WxVSFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121383371101308656.post-3547543603927490617</id><published>2009-01-10T00:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:42:30.340-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-10T01:42:30.340-08:00</app:edited><title>Blast From The Past: "Black Machine"</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/feeds/3547543603927490617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8121383371101308656&amp;postID=3547543603927490617" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/3547543603927490617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/3547543603927490617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~3/OhPojDazxrc/blast-from-past-black-machine.html" title="Blast From The Past: &quot;Black Machine&quot;" /><author><name>Erianto Rachman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211059524952509332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/TTU3AXUlDZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KO_IjeNPAes/S220/me2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/SWhjl6QrnlI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6Shooa63fIY/s72-c/DSC00350.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Sabtu, 10 January 2008, adalah hari yang menyenangkan. Saya dan istri tanpa direncanakan mampir ke flea-market di Jalan Surabaya, Menteng, Jakarta. Pasar ini cukup populer di Jakarta karena menjual berbagai barang peninggalan dan lokasi ini sempat diliput pula oleh TV.Yang menarik kami adalah beberapa kios musik (yang menjual music record - kaset, CD, Piringan Hitam) yang menjual rekaman asli 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/17kwpxTAiez_H68BI7XJJEv_32k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/17kwpxTAiez_H68BI7XJJEv_32k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~4/7kuD5I5l9zs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/2009/01/pocoyo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4MR3w9cCp7ImA9WxRaGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121383371101308656.post-8426488757106261745</id><published>2008-12-22T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:56:26.268-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-22T08:56:26.268-08:00</app:edited><title>My Mobile Office</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/feeds/8426488757106261745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8121383371101308656&amp;postID=8426488757106261745" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/8426488757106261745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/8426488757106261745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~3/qbsXa7CUks4/my-mobile-office.html" title="My Mobile Office" /><author><name>Erianto Rachman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211059524952509332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/TTU3AXUlDZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KO_IjeNPAes/S220/me2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/SU9YUOOutkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/lVWWwjO3t7s/s72-c/100_1309.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Sebenarnya tidak sengaja, ini dikarenakan saya bekerja pada suatu perusahaan asing yang tidak memiliki kantor di Indonesia. Sehingga saya pun sudah 2 tahun ini bekerja dari rumah. Pekerjaan saya memang bisa dilakukan remote. Yah sering juga sih harus pergi bertemu client untuk meeting dan beberapa kegiatan proyek yang memang mengharuskan saya datang ke lokasi.Kemarin saya baru sadar bahwa hampir 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c69DGh7C5VHgvmrAPp8fe2croPQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c69DGh7C5VHgvmrAPp8fe2croPQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~4/qbsXa7CUks4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-mobile-office.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UHQn06fyp7ImA9WxRVFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121383371101308656.post-3299217307637331360</id><published>2008-11-12T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:53:53.317-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-12T07:53:53.317-08:00</app:edited><title>Why I Love Star Trek?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/feeds/3299217307637331360/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8121383371101308656&amp;postID=3299217307637331360" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/3299217307637331360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/3299217307637331360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~3/d38xU6eTkPk/why-i-love-star-trek.html" title="Why I Love Star Trek?" /><author><name>Erianto Rachman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211059524952509332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/TTU3AXUlDZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KO_IjeNPAes/S220/me2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/SRr6xtXCwWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kS2zGT3bbws/s72-c/55.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Hey, who doesn't?Well, most people don't. And mostly don't know if the film even exists!I love Star Trek because it's perfect.It introduces us with an ideal future world.It gives us the the picture, imagine if dream becomes reality.I have been interviewed by a nation-wide newspaper. I put here so you can understand why.------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k882C9kcIYRC70IeoN10Uu0NXUQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k882C9kcIYRC70IeoN10Uu0NXUQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~4/s3fCY4qLSxE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ameltingpot.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-and-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BRXgzeCp7ImA9Wx5UGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121383371101308656.post-7250778767456684710</id><published>2008-11-02T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:39:14.680-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-24T20:39:14.680-07:00</app:edited><title>About This Blog</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/7250778767456684710?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8121383371101308656/posts/default/7250778767456684710?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AMeltingPot/~3/ZqrndmBpWwU/about-this-blog.html" title="About This Blog" /><author><name>Erianto Rachman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211059524952509332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="25" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE1WzGUEdT8/TTU3AXUlDZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/KO_IjeNPAes/S220/me2.jpg" /></author><content type="html">a melting potImagine you are a clay pot. But you don't want to be that dull and dry forever.Put it on fire until it melts down and reveals what's inside. Try to form different shapes! Do something new! And Keep on moving! on and on!You are now a melting pot!Life outside the pot is full of excitements, joys and happiness. Life is beautiful.One's quest is One else's dream. This is my quest!
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