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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399</id><updated>2008-07-02T22:30:35.662-04:00</updated><title type="text">me and people in my life</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MeAndPeopleInMyLife" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-5832930807823175262</id><published>2008-07-02T22:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:30:35.698-04:00</updated><title type="text">letting go...</title><summary type="text">you can't buy love
you can't make anyone to like or love you

all you can do is just do what you wanna do with all your heart with no regrets and no pretentiousness
if that love comes back to you, then it's yours... and cherish it. as not many have the privilege to have or feel it.
if it doesn't, then be glad that you're blessed to have a chance to feel it deep inside, and have a chance to do </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/325400394/letting-go.html" title="letting go..." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=5832930807823175262&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/5832930807823175262" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/5832930807823175262" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2008/07/letting-go.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-3963063971113536463</id><published>2008-06-13T00:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:54:52.066-04:00</updated><title type="text">what i am learning so far...</title><summary type="text">i start to understand what this really means... “Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life... as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succeed.”

and this is what i'm still working on"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present."


although not as much, i admit that doubts are still </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/310918110/what-i-am-learning-so-far.html" title="what i am learning so far..." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=3963063971113536463&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/3963063971113536463" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/3963063971113536463" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2008/06/what-i-am-learning-so-far.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-8990452548392795565</id><published>2008-05-05T18:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:14:41.563-04:00</updated><title type="text">done... done... anddd DONE!</title><summary type="text">after 2 years... finally... it's all over

relieve?
oh yea...

happy?
definitely...

miss anything?
i miss my classmates... wonderful, talented, smart, witty, and driven people. 
they're more than anyone can ask for from classmates.

today is the very 1st day (after 2 years) i have nothing to worry about anymore. no research, no paper, no HBR readings, no presentations. i woke up in the morning </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/288729209/done-done-anddd-done_05.html" title="done... done... anddd DONE!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=8990452548392795565&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/8990452548392795565" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/8990452548392795565" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2008/05/done-done-anddd-done_05.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-6218653647917486162</id><published>2008-01-02T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:12:03.514-05:00</updated><title type="text">NYC 2008</title><summary type="text">almost 3 days, 2007 has been behind us. memories, good and bad, are what we hold on to... notes we wrote, pictures we took, emails we sent have become parts of what we had last year.

looking back, 2007 was a very interesting year... started with not a very smooth ride, but ended with wisdom, laughters, warmth, and joy, surrounded with loved ones, and feeling at home. some are so far away, yet </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/210278963/nyc-2008.html" title="NYC 2008" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=6218653647917486162&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/6218653647917486162" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/6218653647917486162" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2008/01/nyc-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-8704283627314592316</id><published>2007-12-18T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:13:50.399-05:00</updated><title type="text">home is where the heart is</title><summary type="text">all this time i had never really comprehended what it exactly meant. to me, it was just an expression. but yesterday... at the JFK airport (out of all places), it dawned on me

though i'm so far away from my original home, at this very moment... i AM home

doubts are still there, but slowly they disappear. warmth, patience, understanding, and peacefulness prevail over troubled heart.

at this </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/202417223/home-is-where-heart-is.html" title="home is where the heart is" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=8704283627314592316&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/8704283627314592316" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/8704283627314592316" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/12/home-is-where-heart-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-7845924434370615584</id><published>2007-12-06T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:00:01.362-05:00</updated><title type="text">faith in you</title><summary type="text">lately, people mentioned a lot about faith to me. they say... i should have faith in God... faith in good things... faith in good people.

it's an easy word to say... but not an easy thing to do at all.

with all the chaos in life. the experiences we all have been through. some leave smiles, and good memories behind, and some leave tears, scars and nightmares. for those who have not so good </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/196382429/faith-in-you.html" title="faith in you" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=7845924434370615584&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/7845924434370615584" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/7845924434370615584" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/12/faith-in-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-8830848890953045385</id><published>2007-12-01T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:15:44.859-05:00</updated><title type="text">in life - part 2</title><summary type="text">so i'm reading my old posts... and 1 post struck me.

the quotes i have in that post remind me of what i had and have right now. wow... how time flies. right now i'm thinking of how many people i met who have taught and shown me so many things. 

good things and good people are in my life right now. although not everything is perfect, but i am grateful. right now... i wonder 1 thing. if things </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/193641465/in-life-part-2.html" title="in life - part 2" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=8830848890953045385&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/8830848890953045385" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/8830848890953045385" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/12/in-life-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-8338984765264123203</id><published>2007-11-14T09:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:55:36.450-05:00</updated><title type="text">human's trait</title><summary type="text">it IS a human's trait for never feeling satisfied... for always wanting more and more

i realize...
that i am still a human... and in the category of female creature that comes with "package" (that includes PMSing, mood swing, etc etc)

everyone has their own time to learn something
and not too long ago i learnt...

to be grateful for what i have before the good things are taken away from you and</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/184699368/humans-trait.html" title="human's trait" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=8338984765264123203&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/8338984765264123203" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/8338984765264123203" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/11/humans-trait.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-4308175033109984617</id><published>2007-11-13T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:39:18.377-05:00</updated><title type="text">blog</title><summary type="text">too many things happening
i don't even know where to start...

but i know that i really need an assistant and a maid desperately right now</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/184450207/blog.html" title="blog" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=4308175033109984617&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/4308175033109984617" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/4308175033109984617" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/11/blog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-5248424583275322908</id><published>2007-08-10T04:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T04:55:33.341-04:00</updated><title type="text">O Tell Me The Truth About Love</title><summary type="text">Some say love's a little boy, 
And some say it's a bird, 
Some say it makes the world go around,
Some say that's absurd, 
And when I asked the man next-door, 
Who looked as if he knew, 
His wife got very cross indeed, 
And said it wouldn't do.

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas, 
Or the ham in a temperance hotel? 
Does its odour remind one of llamas, 
Or has it a comforting smell? 
Is it </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/142676022/o-tell-me-truth-about-love.html" title="O Tell Me The Truth About Love" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=5248424583275322908&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/5248424583275322908" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/5248424583275322908" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/08/o-tell-me-truth-about-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-8010841328080335276</id><published>2007-08-03T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:41:24.044-04:00</updated><title type="text">sunshine after the rain</title><summary type="text">life has been teaching me a lot of things... some are good, some are not. moving from 1 place to another, changing from 1 major to another, 1 job to another, meeting people after people, happiness, sadness, heartbroken, family, etc have shown me how rich life can be

doubts exist... so does confidence. however, there're certain moments in the past that plant certain notions in you about certain </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/140294772/sunshine-after-rain.html" title="sunshine after the rain" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=8010841328080335276&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/8010841328080335276" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/8010841328080335276" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/08/sunshine-after-rain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-4215900513065668562</id><published>2007-06-21T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:46:00.946-04:00</updated><title type="text">you KNOW that you're from NEW YORK CITY when...</title><summary type="text">courtesy of 1 of the groups in facebook.com

You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.
You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building. 
You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.
Hookers and the homeless are </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/126763922/you-know-that-youre-from-new-york-city.html" title="you KNOW that you're from NEW YORK CITY when..." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=4215900513065668562&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/4215900513065668562" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/4215900513065668562" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/06/you-know-that-youre-from-new-york-city.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-5614427854152730544</id><published>2007-05-24T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:14:11.569-04:00</updated><title type="text">dating, men, and women</title><summary type="text">so... i browsed around... and i found this



and 1 more thing :D
5 secrets to a Great Relationship
it is important to find a man who works around the house, occasionally cooks and cleans and who has a job
it is important to find a man who makes you laugh
it is important to find a man who is dependable and doesn't lie
it is important to find a man who's good in bed and who loves to have sex with </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/119474157/dating-men-and-women.html" title="dating, men, and women" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/5614427854152730544" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/5614427854152730544" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/05/dating-men-and-women.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-1942979903183328186</id><published>2007-05-17T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T13:00:00.554-04:00</updated><title type="text">che bella vita</title><summary type="text">it's been beautiful... it's been great... it's been sweet.

and all i need is just to look around the corner... and there it is

what a life we're living in... surprise! surprise!

pardon me for enjoying my life so much lately ;) :D

if this is all a dream,
please don't wake me up.
if this is reality...
please don't let me fall asleep</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/117454621/its-been-beautiful.html" title="che bella vita" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/1942979903183328186" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/1942979903183328186" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/05/its-been-beautiful.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-2682363808090212385</id><published>2007-05-04T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:32:51.383-04:00</updated><title type="text">judge not from the cover</title><summary type="text">there's a javanese proverb that says "witing tresno jalaran soko kulino" .. meaning something like 'love grows as you get used to the other person(s)'

is it for real? as a matter of fact, i'll say yes, it is... however, they also say that there's only a very thin line separating love and hate. so, there's a possibility that you end up hating the person :)

most of us are very visual people. </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/114188032/judge-not-from-cover.html" title="judge not from the cover" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/2682363808090212385" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/2682363808090212385" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/05/judge-not-from-cover.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-332786472057010145</id><published>2007-04-17T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:46:24.531-04:00</updated><title type="text">a VERY VERY long trip</title><summary type="text">just for a little bit of distraction from me... 

as you all know, google somehow ALMOST always has answers for everything right?? well, how can't they? their office is full of brainiac people... :D if i can just work there... hmm... anyone can hook me up w/ google's insider? :D

anyway, follow this instructions, ok... 
depends on your internet connection, it'll take less than 3 minutes max. if </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/109888988/very-very-long-trip.html" title="a VERY VERY long trip" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/332786472057010145" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/332786472057010145" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/04/very-very-long-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-117640082641575041</id><published>2007-04-12T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T14:00:26.426-04:00</updated><title type="text">video dating</title><summary type="text">1 of my dearest girls sent me this... so funny :D
enjoy, peeps....

oh... happy belated easter, too :)





</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/108594195/video-dating.html" title="video dating" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=117640082641575041&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117640082641575041" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117640082641575041" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/04/video-dating.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-117526575292484124</id><published>2007-03-30T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:01:54.996-04:00</updated><title type="text">TGIF</title><summary type="text">so... couple interesting things from this week

email from my friend who was trying to cheer everybody up ;)
so, which size do you want? :D



a quote from this book i'm reading, Think &amp; Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill:
"a man who cannot reach a decision promptly, once he has all the necessary facts, cannot be depended upon to carry through any decision he may make."
~ Andrew Carnegie

people... </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/105388212/tgif.html" title="TGIF" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=117526575292484124&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117526575292484124" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117526575292484124" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/03/tgif.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-117466059577920754</id><published>2007-03-23T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:50:42.903-04:00</updated><title type="text">what causes overweight?</title><summary type="text">wherever you go... you read articles about how this food is fattening, that food is fattening... and the solution they give, ohh eat this but cut that... 

fast food chains were the 1st choice to blame by media/society... well, i won't say they're not fattening... they are! it's scary to read the stats on how much calories a Big Mac contains... so, don't you think it's a bad idea to eat those </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/103873060/what-causes-overweight.html" title="what causes overweight?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=117466059577920754&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117466059577920754" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117466059577920754" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/03/what-causes-overweight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-117394182597174956</id><published>2007-03-15T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:56:05.096-04:00</updated><title type="text">NYC and its 'perks'</title><summary type="text">they say... new york is the city that never sleeps
they say... when you can make it in new york, you can make it anywhere

but they forget to say... when you're in new york, expect the unexpected... expect to experience you've never experienced before...

just a week after moving to this city, someone took my purse with everything in it. the weird thing was i didn't even feel anything. i didn't </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/101842044/nyc-and-its-perks.html" title="NYC and its 'perks'" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=117394182597174956&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117394182597174956" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117394182597174956" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/03/nyc-and-its-perks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-117276963416332720</id><published>2007-03-01T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:45:03.446-05:00</updated><title type="text">heart</title><summary type="text">when it comes to heart... it always gets complicated. well, at least for some people. 

someone said that it's a beautiful thing to have heart... to have feelings... well, hmm.. maybe. but unfortunately, that heart, those feelings, make you weak and vulnerable. they are so fragile that people often take advantage of it.

so where and when will people stop taking advantage and hurting each other? </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/97975067/heart.html" title="heart" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=117276963416332720&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117276963416332720" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117276963416332720" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/03/heart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-117202226671818682</id><published>2007-02-20T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:01:54.486-05:00</updated><title type="text">interesting junk email</title><summary type="text">y'all know how annoying junk mails are... but recently, i received this email that somehow using someone's name that sounds soooo familiar to me... i still don't know who that person is... so yea, of course it's another stupid junk email. however, for this particular email, i just couldn't resist to read the entire message... he he he....

it goes:
Foods That Can Make Your Semen Taste Better
 
</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/93621664/interesting-junk-email.html" title="interesting junk email" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=117202226671818682&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117202226671818682" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117202226671818682" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/02/interesting-junk-email.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-117138746420530489</id><published>2007-02-13T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:24:24.220-05:00</updated><title type="text">...</title><summary type="text">growing up
all alone
living in two totally different cultures
built yourself
hold on to yourself
to where you are

two worlds
different parts
half and half
become one... a completely different one
belong to nowhere

constantly...
you're deciding
you're following
you're your own guidance

there you are
storm after storm
standing still 'til your legs giving up
you fall
you bleed
you cry
still you </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/90336766/blog-post.html" title="..." /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=117138746420530489&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117138746420530489" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117138746420530489" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/02/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-117069452325026281</id><published>2007-02-05T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:02:39.686-05:00</updated><title type="text">when ... happens</title><summary type="text">so... the hectic life is pretty much slowing down now.... i have time for myself and breath a bit...

sorry, i didn't blog that much... and i totally understand if people are leaving me... 'n that's prefectly fine, too... :P

anyway.... so i'm back...
1st of all.... extremely belated merry xmas 'n HAPPY NEW YEAR, guys.... he he he... hope everything's well with y'all

what have you guys missed </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/86844118/when-happens.html" title="when ... happens" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=117069452325026281&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117069452325026281" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/117069452325026281" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2007/02/when-happens.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11381399.post-116491491992696885</id><published>2006-11-30T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:28:39.940-05:00</updated><title type="text">in the middle of my extremely hectic life</title><summary type="text">amazing what you can find while doing research....










goodness gracious... God, help me... i can't stop laughing</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeAndPeopleInMyLife/~3/55883208/in-middle-of-my-extremely-hectic-life.html" title="in the middle of my extremely hectic life" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11381399&amp;postID=116491491992696885&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/atom.xml" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/116491491992696885" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11381399/posts/default/116491491992696885" /><author><name>iluvnyc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/2006/11/in-middle-of-my-extremely-hectic-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
