<?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-11608558</id><updated>2011-06-30T01:11:28.051+07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFINE __ALL</title><subtitle type='html'>anything is possible... but nothing is describe-able, 'cause things are always change</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11608558.post-112649211143618754</id><published>2005-09-12T09:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:28:31.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pindah - pindah</title><content type='html'>proklamasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan ini saya mengumumkan bahwa blog ini akan mengalami degradasi. &lt;br /&gt;Hal - hal yang berhubungan dengan perubahan kekuasaan dan lain - lain akan dilaksanakan dengan cara seksama dan dalam tempo yang sesingkat - singkatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila masih terdapat berbagai hal yang ingin disimak dari blog ini, silakan kontak ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://achmadi.blogsome.com"&gt;http://achmadi.blogsome.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian terima kasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semarang, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Desember 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11608558-112649211143618754?l=achmadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/112649211143618754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11608558&amp;postID=112649211143618754' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/112649211143618754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/112649211143618754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/2005/09/pindah-pindah.html' title='pindah - pindah'/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11608558.post-112289906444380160</id><published>2005-08-01T18:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:24:24.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after click day</title><content type='html'>cool, tired, exhausting and totally fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't thinking other word to describe what I've feel since last week until yesterday. Click day event have totally locked up my life. I never thought before that work will ruin all my life, my schedule, and all my other activities. I think that working in the office will give me a settle life, accurate timing ( came in the office 08.00 in the morning and back to home at 4 pm), sure income, and many other benefit. But hell with that, I'm just a freshmen. I don't even a months here... But it's quite fun society. Nice partners, good boses, and funny things happens a lot here, and many other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last day.. ummm, I mean last night, I went dinner with my best friend, **** (I think it would be good to keep a secret about her name). Just dinner, but it's not an ordinary dinner, why ?? 'Cause it's a dinner in the one of the most prestigious  place in my town Semarang, It's in palace, at Thamrin square. And the most important thing about the dinner is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;, yes, It's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;. I can't afford to buy a meal right there  (right now, but someday who knows .. :p ), so when I got a dinner invitation from Mrs. Nanan and Mr. Adrian, I'm so pleased. I got that dinner invitation 'cause I've just finished my college, I'm grduated from college, and I deserved to put a degree right after my name, so my name are "Didik Achmadi, S.T." . Based on Tyash, S.T. means "Sarjana Teler" (Eng: Drunken Bachelor). Actually, I don't like to put by degree or being called by somebody which he/she include my degree. I like called by my name, just my name, Didik or Achmadi both of them are fine to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my graduation picture, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4804/350/1600/14505142650349l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4804/350/320/14505142650349l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piss man !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, After graduation ceremony, I wen to my campus to take care a lil' problem with my transcript (my thesis are wrong typed, thank God, my score wasn't wrong type too... ). At my campus, I met several friends, Yuli, Wahyu, SAtria, Dodi Hardi, and many other... You can see my pict with them after grad ceremony HEre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4804/350/1600/14405859213350l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4804/350/320/14405859213350l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope someday I still can meet them in a much better situation. Hopefully ........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11608558-112289906444380160?l=achmadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/112289906444380160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11608558&amp;postID=112289906444380160' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/112289906444380160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/112289906444380160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-after-click-day.html' title='the day after click day'/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11608558.post-112230632970779499</id><published>2005-07-25T22:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:45:29.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.. it's been a full exhausting day since wake up until now (10:33 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my graduation day... The day which I (read: my parents) 've been waiting for sooo long. Many things to say and write down to, but my happiness is still can't get controlled till now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure is this day I found my lost soul.. Well.. I think I'm in crush (again).... I can't tell you who is she, but she is a cool, independent, religious and nice person I've ever met until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still wanna find a WIFE, what ?? U didn't hear me ?? &lt;strong&gt;A WIFE&lt;/strong&gt;.... I realize, I'm gettin' old and mature every single second passing through my life. So.. why should I wasting my time doing something that doesn't have a future benefit ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small story about her, there are several person I've ever dream about (really... ) who will be my next wife, and she is one of them... Just wondering if it true... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how is she ??? Just give a comment in this post.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11608558-112230632970779499?l=achmadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/112230632970779499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11608558&amp;postID=112230632970779499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/112230632970779499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/112230632970779499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/2005/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11608558.post-111928492484544217</id><published>2005-06-20T22:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:28:44.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hei.. my little fellow !!!</title><content type='html'>it's been so long since my last blogging time.. I can't figure out when did my last blog was updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm in computer labs at my campus (still my campus man !!, I haven't graduated yet... :p ) This night I met my little fellow, her name is *****. It's been so long since our meets. I don't know how is her condition, but one thing for sure, her body is still small... smell like a "minyak angin" or "kayu putih" ??? such a things never change till now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm trying to do some small research about Wi Fi with my bro Tunggul.. We have a little project needs to be done. but looks like the LORD doesn't give His permits to try out the computer system.. But take a look at a good side.. We take a dinner at Agha Cafe.. nice capjay, cool but not too HOT ..  my Friend order some Babat Gongso.. and he is quite dissapointed 'cause the quantity are not that much... hehehe  know.. programmer and computer geek have a large stomach... It's sooo Big !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya, it's 22:52 PM. And I still here with my old friend.. I say old because we haven't met for long time.. Yet, she still remember when did we met last time.. but as usuall,... I don't remember it.. SOrry.. It's me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite --what can I say-- some people said that I'm a *linglung* and *pelupa ABIZZZZ!!* I'm trying to make over that weakness, and I'm still trying to .. hope it's gonna works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine lets say, 10 things she remember most about me (based on her of course):&lt;br /&gt;( In indonesia )&lt;br /&gt;1. Pelupa&lt;br /&gt;2. Suka Ingkar Janji&lt;br /&gt;3. Susah Jatuh Hati ama orang laen... (hehehehehh.... kayaknya ini bener deh)&lt;br /&gt;4. MEngejutkan &lt;br /&gt;5. Sok Tua (padahal aku gak tua2 banget loh..  coba kalo orang laen tau umurku sebenarnya ... pasti pada gak percaya, jangan2 mukaku emang awet TUA ?? huaaaa!!!!! )&lt;br /&gt;6. Pendengar yang baik&lt;br /&gt;7. Phobia Ketinggian&lt;br /&gt;8. Bisa dipercaya (wuaks !!! r u sure ??? )&lt;br /&gt;9. Cuex (yups... sometime I did this.. especially when related with my work and responsibility.. workaholic workaholic workaholic-------- )&lt;br /&gt;10. sabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you... It's been a great advice for me.. &lt;br /&gt;don't worry, I'll always remember this.. perhaps sometime when we meet again U'll know the real me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any of you who read this blog .. Let me introduce about her  (just a brief description) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know her since her first attend at my campus.. she is quite small, well she is small. not quite small.. with 150 cm(right now its' 155 cm) and wight  (right now 40 kg's).. she can't get lost in the middle of crowded ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just like that... I can't describe the bad things 'cause she is next to me right now.. so let's say about the good part.. She is like a child at the first time I met her.. totally child (sorry for say something like this, but it's true).. She can't believe I wrote this, well perhaps I should told her to remember at OSPEK day... hueueueueu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One things I always remeber about her is her pure heart (that time) I don't know about her now.. perhaps that because she never (or perhaps less) had an ca\onversation with many person, so she still ... I don;t know to describe about that, but I just know that she is quite good and nice person -- But it's was... I can't describe anything about her.. Perhaps U may ask her (if any of you wants to know her, I can meet u to this girl... :D )Hey.. She is still single right now..  PErhaps anybody want's to be with her.. U wont regret to be with her.. Although she is sooo girlie... but she had her own principal and strong will .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U may contact her at 0852******** for further information contact via sms to 08111119949. Ask her to date.. Oya, she like a peace and quiet place.. good scenery, full of light (but she told me, she doesn't like it anymore... , it's free to change the taste and style right ??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been late night, I need a good sleep, 'cause I need to work tomorrow.. But hey... It's rain in the outside ?? ! Oh GOD !! mein GOT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss somebody right now.. Where is he ?? huauauauauauauua !!!!! The person next to me are quite shock when I wrote that sentence.. :D gotcha !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-0 to me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss her.. my old bestfriend.. &lt;br /&gt;I've made my promise her to send her some letter (like old fashioned style ha... ) but I still can't write .. Perhaps one point from that -10 things my friend told about me- is right. Sometime  I van't keep my promises.. but I hope that's not true.. I still remember my promise, from the first time I make my promise till now.. PErhaps the time hasn't come yet.. hopefully.... I always keep my promises.. but the "execution" time hasn't come yet.. there is always a time to keep my promises.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, my wife (someday) should wants to remind me about all my promises.. she must have a strong will, smart (is a must), and she must have a good religion (humm... is not an option), one things for sure she must be a REAL WOWEN.. not *BANCI* or *WARIA* or some kind like that... U know what I mean ??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wel. it's been almost an hour I need to back home.. thank you !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11608558-111928492484544217?l=achmadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/111928492484544217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11608558&amp;postID=111928492484544217' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111928492484544217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111928492484544217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/2005/06/hei-my-little-fellow.html' title='hei.. my little fellow !!!'/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11608558.post-111529340432316294</id><published>2005-05-05T17:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T18:43:24.346+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between modernity and poverty</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since my last visit to Citraland Mall, one of the biggest mall in my city, Semarang. My main reason went there is to apply and follow some tv news presenter selection being held there (I know that from newspaper and several billboard). After have a little walk around the mall, I finally realize that the contest is being held at Auditorium RRI, close to that mall. Ouch !!!, big TV station like them shouldn't make a mistakes like that. That was out of their compentence. I hope I was the one who make a mistakes. The writing on the billboard show that the contest being held at two place, but I don't know if the contest are only held at one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's fine, I've got several lesson at the mall. After hanging around at the mall, I went home through the outer side of the mall. At a sidewalk, I saw an old women, perhaps her age around 50 - 60 years, he sell a local javanese food call Mendut. Mendut is a sweet snack consists of sugar (javanese sugar), flour, and coconut. The sugar and coconut were mixed together and wrapped by thin layer of flour and banana leaf as an outer wrapper. Finally, they were cooked over hot steam. I won't make a further explanation about the Mendut, but I'm very impressed with the contrast between the old woman who sell "cheap" local snack near the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell a condition ?? Nobody doesn't seem noticed the old lady at all !! Many people were passing her, but........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty and modernity are two conditions that completely unseparatable. And it's much much more contrast at capitalist and 3rd world country (negara dunia ketiga.., I don't know the translation in English). There are many traditional market in my country who had a conflict with  mall developer, especially in sub urban area. Government rule are conduct contractor and developer not to make any mall at least 2 km away from traditional market. But anybody in the world know that almost anything could be done here if u have money, yes, money, God Damn f***ing MONEY...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money just like anybody else in the world, but I do hate them if they were used as an amoral means. If this condition still happen, I'm sure, definitely SO SURE that my country is close to doomsday. How many "another old woman" just like that who is gonna scutinized by big massive developer, how many traditional food which will be extinct if they were treat like that (marketed like that..), how many people will raise their narcisstic and egoism by acting like nothing were happen about their country conditions ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope someday I'll make my place, this world become much much better country to lived in. I don't care about people who had an egoism and developer or contractor who had nothing about social sensitivity. Perhaps they should begone from this world, and another more, CORRUPTOR !!!!!! they shall die, DIE !!, DIE!!!!!!!!!!! at no exceptions ! no more mercy to them !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11608558-111529340432316294?l=achmadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/111529340432316294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11608558&amp;postID=111529340432316294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111529340432316294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111529340432316294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/2005/05/between-modernity-and-poverty.html' title='Between modernity and poverty'/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11608558.post-111435461824155401</id><published>2005-04-24T21:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:56:58.243+07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is truly Noble...</title><content type='html'>Dibalik segala sesuatu tersimpan hikmah yang tak terhingga besarnya. Saya pribadi baru saja mendapati kenyataan ini (kembali). Kau, memang teramat sangat Adil, Engkau Maha segalanya, Namun kenapa banyak sekali yang lali kepadaMu, menyekutukanMu, MenghinaMu dan MerendahkanMu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun kadang diperlukan keluhuran dan kerendahan hati untuk dapat mencerna segala bentuk rahmatMu. Engkau memiliki kuasa penuh untuk memutuskan hidayah kepada seeorang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11608558-111435461824155401?l=achmadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/111435461824155401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11608558&amp;postID=111435461824155401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111435461824155401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111435461824155401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/2005/04/god-is-truly-noble.html' title='God is truly Noble...'/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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-11608558.post-111415032516749602</id><published>2005-04-22T12:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:12:05.170+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"living" society</title><content type='html'>What do we mean about living society ??? I'n my opinion, living society means a group of person involved within an interactional relation which is has a sinergical condition. In a sinergical condition, mathematical function and theorems sometimes become useless, for example &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 + 2 =4 (in math)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 + 2 &gt; 4 (in sinergical condition).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us doesn't have such a situation, in a matter of fact, those "living" society is an utopia, something ideal, something that we would never get, something perfect. Yes, of course nobody's perfect, but if we decrease a little bit about that "perfect" standard, perhaps we ever make up in somewhat like "living" society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, this moment, I've found something that could be said as a "living" society. This society consists of several people, most of them are college students and some of them has already graduated. There is one similarity between all the people involved in this society, all of them came from the same educational background, all of them used to be a college students from Electrical Engineering Dept. at one of state university in Central Java. All of them are hi-tech minded. That place is in internet center called CampusNet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In CampusNet, there are several people, let's say about 10 people. Not all of them had a stocks in CampusNet membership fund, but they may live there. Live ??? Yes, CampusNet become their home, they do their work there, they sleep there too. Everybody has their own business, but they help each other. If somebody need a help all he have to do is just ask the other, everybody will help him, no matter what the problem is. They share bedroom, kitchen and bathroom as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all of you wanna know more about CampusNet society, you may visit their website at  &lt;a href="http://www.campusnet.war.net.id"&gt;www.campusnet.war.net.id&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Didik Achmadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the member of CampusNet Society&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11608558-111415032516749602?l=achmadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/111415032516749602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11608558&amp;postID=111415032516749602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111415032516749602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111415032516749602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/2005/04/living-society.html' title='&quot;living&quot; society'/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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-11608558.post-111348011569516666</id><published>2005-04-14T18:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:01:55.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>javanologi ??</title><content type='html'>For anyone of you who came from Java Island and people who conduct themself as a moslem might ever hear about Syeh Siti Sjenar or Syeh Lemah Abang. But any of you know about him in a brief and detail ?? For all of you who wants to know more about him, U might want to read a book from Achmad Choldjim. It's title is almost same, Syekh Siti Jenar, "tentang Kematian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that book, Syekh Siti Jenar covered in a good, analytical and reasonable. For some people (in my opinion, almost all people) Syekh Siti Jenar were considered as a "murtad", 'cause he told himself as a God (Allah the Great). After read the whole book, I know the reason why he (Syekh Siti Jenar) said something "manunggaling kawula lan Gusti" (the unification between me and the God). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That book really inspire me to leran more about my Culture, my Java culture. Java, one of the most exotic place in the world, gifted by the Lord with so many things, good weather and climate, excellent soil (u can almost plant anything here), and so much other gift. So, i'm planning to make some website, or perhaps internet portal. So people could learn and have a forum to speak each other about Java culture.That web portal concept is much more like discussion forum, news and gallery. Any one who have an account as a member could post anything form news, picture, testimonial, etc.  The most important is that web portal is in English language, so anyone in the world doesn't have to learn Indonesia on Java Language to understand the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that small project could get blessed.. Amiinn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11608558-111348011569516666?l=achmadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/111348011569516666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11608558&amp;postID=111348011569516666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111348011569516666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111348011569516666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/2005/04/javanologi.html' title='javanologi ??'/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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-11608558.post-111276113243261686</id><published>2005-04-06T10:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T11:18:52.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day before thesis exam...</title><content type='html'>tomorrow i will have a final exam for my college study,,&lt;br /&gt;phiuhh, finally, the moment I have been waiting 4 so long will be arrive soon......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, why I've become so lazzyy to study.. Just like nothing will happen tomorrow.. In my deepest heart, I know that I'm not to ready for the preparation, but what the hell. what will gonna be let it gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends told me that my lecturers is cool and not really hard. but why does my heart still bumping all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I'm quite frequent seeing some people blog's. My best blog is http://priyadi.net . it's nice, simple, he had a good writing too.. Looks like he's not really happy with MLM, anne ahira and roy suryo. Yes, roy suryo.... for anyone of you who doesn't know who roy suryo is, he is a celebrity, technology telecommunication and engineering field celebrities. Although roy is social and politics university graduate, but most of his time is being IT consultant-like (especially in the TV stations and in several public seminar). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm still not sure about his technical field capabilities, but I must admitted that he is a good speaker. I've attend one of his seminar being held by PT.telkom (the biggest telecommunication provider in Indonesia), right there Roy has become one of the main speaker. He was able to describe the seminar's main topic in a  general manner, end user point of view, and also funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my topic... &lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow is a good day, excellent day for me, and also for everybuddy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope I'll passed the exam in perfect score (A of course..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully ......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11608558-111276113243261686?l=achmadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/111276113243261686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11608558&amp;postID=111276113243261686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111276113243261686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111276113243261686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-before-thesis-exam.html' title='a day before thesis exam...'/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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-11608558.post-111182485809974125</id><published>2005-03-26T14:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T15:14:18.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>not so bad</title><content type='html'>yes, finally I got a chance to finish my study...... &lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday, my final thesis finally accepted by guidance lecturer. &lt;br /&gt;So forth, I got my next way to heaven, upps, sorry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11608558-111182485809974125?l=achmadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/111182485809974125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11608558&amp;postID=111182485809974125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111182485809974125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111182485809974125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-so-bad.html' title='not so bad'/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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-11608558.post-111145123465972218</id><published>2005-03-22T07:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T07:27:14.660+07:00</updated><title type='text'>First of All</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since my last bloggin' time. Finally one of my last college things are passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like I don't have much time to wriet down some expression, although there are many of them I'd like to put in here. Well, maybe next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalammm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11608558-111145123465972218?l=achmadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/feeds/111145123465972218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11608558&amp;postID=111145123465972218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111145123465972218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11608558/posts/default/111145123465972218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achmadi.blogspot.com/2005/03/first-of-all.html' title='First of All'/><author><name>polosjacket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855900810243346931</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></feed>
