<?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-32360870</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:00:01.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Confessed</title><subtitle type='html'>Rantings of a sandmonkey..oh well.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-2104180831074660773</id><published>2007-03-28T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:38:34.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;skrg lg rame nih masalah rasis,, di sidney udah lama itu berselisih pandang antara imigrant timur tengah ama imigrant bule,, yg kocak gw pernah baca koran sini ada karikatur gambarnya 2 org 1 pemuda western 1 pemuda arab,, trus digambar yg western make i-pod dipinggang yg arab make x-plode (bwat ngebom) haha wot an irony? knp ya org kok gak bs memandang sama,, haha pdhl gw sendiri suka bergidik kalo ngliat org cina,, abis banyak bgt sih,, tapi kalo udh kenal gw gpp.. hahaha..kalo ama india byk tapi klimis,kliatan miskin, jadi gw kasian dah..kalo negara, gw plg benci ama USA,,lagian gak ptg kerjaannya interference mulu kenegara org ampe negara gw tercinta indonesia dijamah,, kabar trakhir orang papua di encourage bwat memerdekakan diri,, tai bgt g tuh? walaupun emg pemerintah indonesia kurang berakal dlm memeratakan kesejahteraan rakyat papua sih,, gw benci USA dan Cina tp syg gw g bisa menampik kenyataan bahwa gw terus dan akan terus mengkonsumsi brg2 mereka sial.. gw pgn bgt make produk indonesia,, tapi kurang terjamin sih,,yg sering gw pake buatan indonesia malah dvd+software bajakan,, gw drtd ngomong apa sih ngalor ngidul.. yaudah..kemabli ke laptop! ah tai ah hahaha, nih nih salah satu korban tukul.  Back to racism,, kalo kata peter russel,, beberapa ratus taun lg kalo bumi masih ada kayanya dunia isinya bakal sama semua,, yaitu campuran india dan cina..yaudah ah ga jelas,, yg masih baca till this point berarti loe gak ada kerjaan bgt,, i'm sorry for wastin ur time, c u..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-2104180831074660773?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/2104180831074660773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=2104180831074660773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/2104180831074660773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/2104180831074660773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/03/rasis.html' title='rasis'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-7100617622140401680</id><published>2007-03-18T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:49.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGIDEAS INTERNATIONAL DESIGN WEEK 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These days, it takes a lot to break me. Happiness is a journey, not a destination. I tripped and fell ( I actually really did in uni the other day - so embarassing!). But I don't cry and pity myself anymore. I get up and get on with it because I owe it to myself. And that's a damn fact. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full speed ahead :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, weekend di Melbourne selalu menyenangkan. I had Ed's company for the whole weekend and it was great fun. We went to see Scarlet Johansen's Scoop, the movie, and had some drinks at a friend's place. I love having Ed around. And I don't really care if people thinks we're not meant to be. The fact that I feel he's the other missing part of me. And I love him to pieces. Not sure what am I thinking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second cool thing coming up is..... AGIDEAS Internation Design Week 2007! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ini adalah seminar yang sangat gue ( atau seluruh designer2 dunia) tunggu2! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seminar ini mendatangkan lebih dari 30 nama2 besar designer kontemporer dunia yang ahli dalam bidangnya. Seminar ini seru banget, apalagi buat anak2 yg masih bachelor art dan masih agak2 buta akan masa depan jurusan seni rupa ini (yah, kayak gue2 gini lah.) Seminarnya menarik bgt, dan sangat interaktif. Dibayangan gue sih, pasti ada session tanya-jawab langsung sama sang pakar. Which is a hell of opportunity! Gue gak liat advertising dan flyer2-nya di jalan2 sih. Tapi banyak bgt posternya di kampus2 art kayak RMIT, Monash , &amp; Melbourne Uni Fine Arts building. Buat yang sudi mampir blog ini dan mungkin tinggalnya di melbourne juga, dan kebetulan tertarik atau sedang sekolah dalam bidang yg satu ini, I encouraged you to come. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biaya-nya cukup mahal, $300-an untuk 3 hari, termasuk welcoming cocktail party and most importantly meeting international artists across the globe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a worth seeing event. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/Rf0SDfBs5JI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LBKkxjSfOkg/s1600-h/agideas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043207008802366610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/Rf0SDfBs5JI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LBKkxjSfOkg/s400/agideas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-7100617622140401680?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/7100617622140401680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=7100617622140401680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/7100617622140401680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/7100617622140401680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/03/agideas-international-design-week-2007.html' title='AGIDEAS INTERNATIONAL DESIGN WEEK 2007'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/Rf0SDfBs5JI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LBKkxjSfOkg/s72-c/agideas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-647717526805921231</id><published>2007-03-11T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:17:05.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blabla</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I had drawing class today which starts at 8.30 a.m. kurang dahsyat apa coba paginya? Hari ini udara juga dingin banget, salah satu faktor yang membuat susah bangun di pagi hari. Tapi mau gak mau sih gue harus ke kampus, soalnya bisa gawat kalau ketinggalan kelas yang satu ini. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, mm..lagi ga tau mau nulis apa. Today is so uneventful. ohhh.. I met this guy. Namanya kita samar aja jadi si &lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;. nah..si &lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt; ini dicurigai lagi pdkt sama gue.. hehehehe (geer) orangnya gak ganteng, tapi ga jelek juga. Menurut teman2 gue, dia sih ganteng pas pake kacamata hitam. pas di buka, agak2 kurang. First impression gue, koq nih orang super metrosexual bgt yah? terlalu perduli penampian. Bisa dilihat dari cara dia ber-pakaian. Selalu rapih, rambut cepak rapih, tinggi, badannya jadi, jeans-nya Tsubi atau Diesel kalo gak Calvin Klein. Kaosnya berantakan tapi selalu ber-merk. Untung sepatunya bukan yg lancip koboy gitu. kalo gak gue sih udh males bgt. Ada bagus dan ada jeleknya juga sih dia ber-penampilan kayak gitu. Bagusnya, dia selalu harum dan rapih. Bersih dan enak dilihat. Tapi malesnya kalo nanti saingan sama gue dong kalo belanja.. =S  and personally, I dont think I could coupe with this bling-bling kinda guy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt; akhir2 ini sering sms dan nelfon. Tapi, beberapa kali gue gak tanggepin, karena bakal salah aja kalau gue sama dia. Dia baru putus sama mantan-nya, and guess what, mantannya adalah sahabat gue. ga deket sih, tapi gue cukup kenal baik sama mantannya. Dan jujur, gue malu kalau sampe temen2 gue tau gue nge-respon. lagian gue ga ada feeling apa2 sama dia. ahh this is mad. udah jangan di-omongin lagi. kenapa juga gue omongin ini? karena gue kurang kerjaan aja sekarang. =S &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to shut up now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-647717526805921231?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/647717526805921231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=647717526805921231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/647717526805921231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/647717526805921231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/03/blabla.html' title='blabla'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-5591149806621451502</id><published>2007-03-10T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:50.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Moomba Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello people! Its been so long since the last update. I'm back to my karazey life behind the thick heavy canvas. Easter is just around the corner, and winter is on its way! I am all occupied with the endless projects and due dates. k, lets see what I've been up to lately..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a super cool weekend with friends. Last night we went to the Melbourne Moomba Festival at the Federation Square. The Moomba Festival is a huge outdoor Melbourne festival which had its start in 1954 as a focus of city celebrations and activities. Traditionally it ends with a colorful street parade with floats, costumed participants, and a crowned Moomba Monarch. The word Moomba is said to have come from an Aboriginal word meaning &lt;em&gt;Let's get together and have fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040559745579934802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfOqYfBs5FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HgVqMdcjFhg/s400/BN3407_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040558951010985026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfOpqPBs5EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_v49rIW7oKc/s400/Moomba_Festival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year, the Moomba Festival is held throughout the weekend with a late night carnival , fireworks, and fun rides, and will end with a street parade on Monday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got into this crazy ride, its a semi- rollercoaster, but worse. The thing flipped you around and swing you back and forth, til' finally you fly into 180 degrees above the ground. That was a full on and I didnt expect that coming. Later that night, we ate hotdog on a stick and a bucket of cotton candy. To my surprise, the food stand had this Apple Caramel (an apple fruit coated with caramel), except they changed it to an Apple Candy (apple fruit coated with cherry sweets). I love those!! That's my all time favorite childhood treat! so last night I had 5 Apple Candy for myself. I love the carnival. The fireworks were awesome. It was so close to us that you could actually feel the hot flames of the sparks. oh, and I won a huge Bart Simpsons doll from the mini games. T'was great fun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm back to 7 for a night &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-5591149806621451502?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/5591149806621451502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=5591149806621451502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/5591149806621451502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/5591149806621451502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/03/melbourne-moomba-festival.html' title='Melbourne Moomba Festival'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfOqYfBs5FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HgVqMdcjFhg/s72-c/BN3407_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-8540904039670308085</id><published>2007-02-20T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:37:14.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last days of summer never felt so cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Maybe Someday"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (The Cure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't do it again, I don't want to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If it can't be like before I've got to let it end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't want what I was, I had a change of head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But maybe someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah maybe someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I've got to let it go and leave it gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just walk away, stop it going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Get too scared to jump if I wait too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But maybe someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll see you smile as you call my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Start to feel, and it feels the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I know that maybe someday's come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe someday's come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So tell me someday's come tell me some days come again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No I won't do it some more, doesn't make any sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If it can't be like it was, I've got to let it rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't want what I did, I had a change of tense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But maybe someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll see you smile as you call my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Start to feel, and it feels the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And I know that maybe someday's come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe someday's come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If I could do it again maybe just once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Think I could make it work like I did it before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If I could try it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; If I could just be sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That maybe someday is the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah maybe someday is the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh maybe someday is when it all stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Or maybe someday always comes again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bloody the cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-8540904039670308085?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/8540904039670308085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=8540904039670308085' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/8540904039670308085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/8540904039670308085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-days-of-summer-never-felt-so-cold.html' title='The last days of summer never felt so cold'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-3810406775014230929</id><published>2007-02-19T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T07:34:59.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She had no idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe its because my summer holi'DAZE' is ending and I'm back to my everyday college life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I have a shitload of things to do this semester and I'll have very little time to go shopping :(&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because i was dumped earlier this year that everything just seems to fall apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't frickin have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;All I do know is I'm seriously angsty these past few days and waters of my already tortured soul just got more turbulent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so angry at the world and at myself because I feel there's something more I'm meant to do and nothings happening right now because I don't know what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm even starting to pick my friends apart because when you get down to it, everybody actually sucks in some way and no one really wants you to be happy because they aren't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people are full of shit and just bloody selfish.&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder if their ideas of what they think you should be like have changed you into something you're not.&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder if you've been letting them unconsciously destroy everything you're proud to be and even that which you're not proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been trying to play multiple roles and please everyone for a long time and I'm just so over it.&lt;br /&gt;From now on I'm vowing to do only the things I want to do and never be pressured into whatever I 'should' or 'should not' be doing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll live by my own rules even if it costs me.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'll have the satisfaction of knowing my mistakes are entirely my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to shed the old skin and start anew.&lt;br /&gt;I have two major goals: Inner Peace and Self Fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;I intend to only pursue endeavours which lead to that.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to work on my soul and my personal journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did made mistakes and I do have regrets. But I won't be judge by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna change around here.&lt;br /&gt;Some things will be let go of and some things embraced.&lt;br /&gt;Hope its coming a little more faster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-3810406775014230929?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/3810406775014230929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=3810406775014230929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/3810406775014230929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/3810406775014230929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/she-had-no-idea.html' title='She had no idea.'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-2687528109922308264</id><published>2007-02-17T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:50.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a big teddy hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/Rdg_CoulPEI/AAAAAAAAADw/TtUAxQi7W5Q/s1600-h/morningoil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/Rdg_CoulPEI/AAAAAAAAADw/TtUAxQi7W5Q/s400/morningoil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032841898111614018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart,   and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten   the words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedicated to Jess for her so many kisses and hugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-2687528109922308264?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/2687528109922308264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=2687528109922308264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/2687528109922308264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/2687528109922308264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/big-teddy-hug.html' title='a big teddy hug'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/Rdg_CoulPEI/AAAAAAAAADw/TtUAxQi7W5Q/s72-c/morningoil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-318883213592383331</id><published>2007-02-14T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:51.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RdMk6oulO-I/AAAAAAAAACw/CpY_iBZ3Jwk/s1600-h/leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RdMk6oulO-I/AAAAAAAAACw/CpY_iBZ3Jwk/s320/leaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031405798486784994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this was max awesome stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it felt like true love (really!)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love at first bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;banana leaf magic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;steamed rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fish curry (flooded!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cold cucumber salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crispy fried bittergourd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onion and bittergourd vegetable mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;juicy mutton curry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and crunchy papaddams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (sinful) diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day after day, night after night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes, even twice a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delicious delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it just doesnt get better than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you just keep coming back for more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. and i swear they put ganja in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/stops dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/wipes drool off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no wonder i put on 4kgs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-318883213592383331?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/318883213592383331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=318883213592383331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/318883213592383331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/318883213592383331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/yum.html' title='Yum'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RdMk6oulO-I/AAAAAAAAACw/CpY_iBZ3Jwk/s72-c/leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-1796811849775292392</id><published>2007-02-13T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:50:28.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~ Comte de Bussy-Rabnutin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so near the end of it I can't help but feel a rush of emotional adrenaline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its like when you run a marathon and you can see the finish line up ahead, and you just need to keep moving your legs forward, one leaden, burning calf ahead of another.&lt;br /&gt;The person I thought I would spend the rest of my life with turns out to be an ugly ass with the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Its been a learning experience, as all difficult things tend to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A test of hope, of forgiveness, of tolerance, of patience, of &lt;em&gt;t r u s t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of the conviction of emotion itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe that it will all be worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a real relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not the sick twisted teenage games we used to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not oblivion in masquerade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not right-now and dead-end ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am anxious, excited, amused and exhilarated all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many days to go before life makes sense again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day.. much &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-1796811849775292392?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/1796811849775292392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=1796811849775292392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/1796811849775292392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/1796811849775292392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/beloved.html' title='Beloved'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-875591313709216536</id><published>2007-02-13T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:51.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smith's new movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RdHDOIulO0I/AAAAAAAAABY/yyRfitX2HVA/s1600-h/10m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RdHDOIulO0I/AAAAAAAAABY/yyRfitX2HVA/s320/10m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031016906378001218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ent to see &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pursuit Of Happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's basically about Chris (Will Smith) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ngle father, continues to doggedly pursue a better paying-off job using every sales skill he knows. His wife decided to leave him cause she no longer able to coup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e with strain of financial issues. He ran into shits and has to raise his five-year-old son (His real son in reality, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hich is soo cutee..aww..).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Despite his troubles, Chris continues to honor his com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mitment as a loving and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;caring father, using the affection and trust his son has placed in him as an impetus to overcome the obstacles he faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love love love this m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ovie and I think Its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; very inspiring and encouraging to everyone whose been or at his lowest point of life (like moi..)&lt;br /&gt;I went to see it tonight, and the soon i walked off  it gives me so much hope of tomorrow.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so..watch it! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. : I got a check for not validating my tram ticket. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-875591313709216536?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/875591313709216536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=875591313709216536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/875591313709216536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/875591313709216536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/smiths-new-movie.html' title='Smith&apos;s new movie'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RdHDOIulO0I/AAAAAAAAABY/yyRfitX2HVA/s72-c/10m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-4059987488686017388</id><published>2007-02-12T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:29:55.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd sing a song that will never end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This morning i failed in attempt to wake up early but i woke up with so much energy within me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am so proud of myself that I could actually handle the whole post-dumped syndrome feelings in such good manners. I can't believe that I haven't cried since He said those painful words and shot it right through my heart. It's either I'm used to it, or he did it very often that I get numb to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway, was thinking of going out there, grab some good books and chips, or get a haircut, or do some shopping for myself. Like it's been ages I've been neglecting my beauty sessions and forgetting the whole 'national pampering day' just cause I was too stuck with this bloody boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Its funny, strange yet wonderful thing how in times of turmoil, we are alot stronger that we think we are. For the past few days its been emotional hell but once again, despite the same ol' drama repeating itself. The whole spirit inside you would actually comes out in full force for you. Although my head's a jumbled mess and my heart is positively bruised from the latest battering, But I learned that I am able to fight and will standout through the most painful storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I believe this apply true to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-4059987488686017388?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/4059987488686017388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=4059987488686017388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/4059987488686017388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/4059987488686017388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/id-sind-song-that-will-never-end.html' title='I&apos;d sing a song that will never end'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-8914949135434142569</id><published>2007-02-11T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T08:08:12.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-dumped syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This morning i read the most horrible article i found on a "love stinks" website. It goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="regular" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.happyrobot.net/robotchow/gettingdumped.asp?id=479"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;why Valentine's day shouldn’t exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Alicia.G. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table style="font-weight: bold;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td bgcolor="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.happyrobot.net/art/trans_space.gif" alt="" border="0" height="1" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My boyfriend (now ex) took me out to this great restaurant and he was all nice to me when he pulled out a ring, all of a sudden I think “whoa! He is going to ask me to marry him”, and then he asked me if the ring is a nice size for a girl, i said yes, it was huge!&lt;br /&gt;And then he said he was giving it to his wife for Valentine’s Day, and he dumped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love sucks !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Who on earth will ever do that?! that's the crappiest thing you could come up with to dumped a woman. I felt sorry for Alicia and whoever responsible for this mess will regret it! cause  I'll tear him to tattered shreds with my manicured talons and cast him to the wolves, well, that if i happened to bumped him walking down the Swanston street in Melbourne on one fine day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway, i'm not into all this love thingy since i recently became an official dumpee. I don't even feel like celebrating Valentine's day with my friends cause that will cause me to another "cry him a river" night with tissue rolls scattered all over my bed and me walking around with a nasty puffy eye the day after. I am sick of being crushed in the bottom. I have to do something  to fix this mess. I am not a wreck and I will survive the storm with or without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-8914949135434142569?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/8914949135434142569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=8914949135434142569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/8914949135434142569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/8914949135434142569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/post-dumped-syndrome.html' title='post-dumped syndrome'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-6390154790652225143</id><published>2007-02-10T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:51.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scuba duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/Rc6UTYulOrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cUOYHo7r8eI/s1600-h/m_8d90dca25f5e3972b7bebc5b22a8aeaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030120894595676850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/Rc6UTYulOrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cUOYHo7r8eI/s320/m_8d90dca25f5e3972b7bebc5b22a8aeaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this pic! I look like a pro. sort of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; finallehh get my full diving license =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-6390154790652225143?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/6390154790652225143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=6390154790652225143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/6390154790652225143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/6390154790652225143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/scuba-duck.html' title='Scuba duck'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/Rc6UTYulOrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cUOYHo7r8eI/s72-c/m_8d90dca25f5e3972b7bebc5b22a8aeaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-1129779152063568932</id><published>2007-02-10T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:33:03.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's been a while since the last time I updated the last entry! I appologize to everyone for not catching up with the blog thing due to my krazey weeks of nothing but finals and projects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Happy New Years to everyone, hope everyone had some good time to share with their loved ones and let us all embrace the good 2007 with a new spirit in our hearts! Lets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So I'm back in Melbourne, well I haven't been going out nowhere outside melby since my last trip back home. New Year's eve was alright. We just spend the rest of 2006 being all wasted in Seven nightclub, which i regreted the most, I wish we could do something more productive and different this year. It didn't actually turned out well. Ed was too drunk and being sent outside the club by the securities. One of my girlfriends hooked up with her ex, and some couples just couldn't get their hands off each other. Which is a very disturbing sight. And I'm in the middle of this 2006 pit of hell. I tried to have fun and stayed sober through out the night, cause I don't want to miss a single memories of 2006, though it wasn't quite what I expected it to be. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just wish I could spend the night with my dear family back home, eating pizza and enjoy dad's world famous milkshake. I miss him so very muchly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bonding with my father is like dancing. We follow the steps and move the same way each and every time. There is a softness in his voice reserved only for his family and there is quiet respect in mine, reserved only for the ones I love unceasingly, Nothing is really ever said and I don't think it ever really will be. But this is the only way my father knows how to dance, and I will dance with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-1129779152063568932?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/1129779152063568932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=1129779152063568932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/1129779152063568932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/1129779152063568932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2007/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-116400136694829340</id><published>2006-11-19T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:42:46.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telstra Dome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;summer is finally here! kayaknya panas banget 2 hari terakhir ini. Tadi aja maximum 30 derajat. buset. Unlike belahan dunia lainnya, agak aneh sih disini Christmas tanpa salju dan snowman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;anyway, akhirnya gue dapet kerjaan di Telstra Dome, arena stadium terbesar di Melbourne. Acara yang kita urusin kemaren itu adalah konsernya U2 yang berlangsung  in 2 nights in a row. Twas so much fun. Acara berlangsung dengan tertib, unlike di Indonesia yang apa2 rusuh.. =/ walaupun sempet panik di backstage karena si mas Bono kehilangan wireless mic-nya dan terpaksa ngaret setengah jam, but it was all worth it. I was so lucky to have been with the band all the time throughout the night. It was awesome. and they can pronounce my name properly, which is another great thing. The whole U2 crue were being very helpful to us. The stage act was amazing, and when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Elevation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; hits in, the whole stage was completely changed into a cosmic. They rock&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-116400136694829340?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/116400136694829340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=116400136694829340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/116400136694829340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/116400136694829340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/11/telstra-dome.html' title='Telstra Dome'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-116217336239271830</id><published>2006-10-29T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:56:02.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally summer.</title><content type='html'>udah seminggu gue kembali kuliah. rasanya semua cepet banget, apa karena gue sibuk? maybe. Tugas2 gue overload banget. &lt;br /&gt;I never expected to have so many projects due at the same week on the same day. It was Sculpture, Visual art, Design Studio, and print-making all united to destroy me. I'm having a good time though, gue mulai memahami kalau art itu bukan tugas kantoran dimana loe duduk ber jam2, dan pada ujungnya jadi pekerja pasif. Afterall, its all about how u express things visually to your work. Tidak ada yang salah dan yang benar. Ini adalah salah satu alasan yang buat gue selalu bersemangat untuk selesain tugas2 dengan sempurna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brightside, weekend kemaren i was having a total blast! I spend the whole weekend, bersama anak2 asal Bali yang ngambil management di Monash juga. Kita hangout di salah satu apartemen mereka, dan kebetulan anaknya juga baru pindahan ke apt itu..jadi, masih sangat baru dan bersih. We played cards, stupid magic tricks, we chat, had some drinks and just had so much laughter in the room. One thing that was so disturbing, salah satu temen kita ada yang jackpot gitu di karpet. Orangnya ganteng sih, tapi saking banyaknya minum, jadi muntah2..dan jadi gak ganteng lagi..eww.. &lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kita cuma ngobrol2 sampe pagi, karena udah gak ada tram/ train yang lewat. Paginya kita breakfast KFC dan gue harus balik karena siangnya, ada BBQ di rumah temen gue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had 3 hours of sleep for the past 3 days. And i totally forgot about the daylight savings yang berlaku mulai tadi malam and I was late for the lecture. So u pretty much can imagine me, right now, sitting in front of my laptop in the library, with tons of caffeins that I've consumed for the last 5 hours or so, got blotted eyes that look almost like a fish, and I am soo tired... &lt;br /&gt;Tutorial is starting soon, I better rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell you later! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-116217336239271830?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/116217336239271830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=116217336239271830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/116217336239271830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/116217336239271830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-summer.html' title='Finally summer.'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-116150796159298852</id><published>2006-10-22T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T02:06:01.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club abab!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's been the busiest week ever. Time flies, can't help knowing that holiday has come to an end... :( Tomorrow is the first class in this spring semester, dan biasanya kalo baru2 masuk gitu masih semangat, and yes I am. Result nilai akhir semester lalu juga udah keluar, and I'm glad to inform all of you that I pass the whole subjects with satisfying grades! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(pamer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;eniwei, weekend was OK. kebetulan, gue dikunjungi oleh teman SMA gue kemarin. Dia juga masuk Monash foundation year di Jakarta, dan rencananya dia mau kesini juga untuk Bachelor degree. Jadinya, gue deh yang tour him around. gak rugi sih, soalnya di traktir makan mulu..hehehe.. malamnya gw dan beberapa teman ngajak dia clubbing. It turns out bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Club pertama namanya Hushbar. masuknya gampang, gak bayar, dan free table... mana ada yang kayak gitu? ADA. pantesan semuanya free, satu lounge cuma ber 11 orangnya. Akhirnya, kita memutuskan untuk nunggu sampe &lt;em&gt;happening&lt;/em&gt; hour dengan harapan supaya rame. Udah jam 1 dan masih sepi aja. Karena kasian sama temen gue ini, gue traktir dia satu shot dan &lt;em&gt;cocktail.&lt;/em&gt; It was ok. nothing happens. cuma menurut teman gue, rasanya kayak obat batuk, beda dengan biasanya. gue belagak cuek, karena dia eneg, akhirnya gue yang abisin minumannya. emang beda kali mix-nya kalo di melbourne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Akhirnya kita pindah club sampe 3 kali. The last club was the best. Musik-nya tepat, crowds-nya seru. TAPI, tiba2... pas lagi duduk2 karena capek loncat2, pandangan gue berubah jadi hitam. semuanya hitam. mungkin gue perlu udara segar, karena gue gak berada di ruangan yang berbau rokok dan weed terlalu lama. Akhirnya, gue keluar nyari toilet.. sampe di toilet, gue gak bisa bangun.. bukan mabok, gak mungkin mabok. Rasanya gak kayak gini. I just had 2 drinks. 2 fucking drinks. it was a baileys shot and a cocktail-kinda drink. dan tiba2 gue lemes bgt, gak kuat berdiri, dan semuanya hitam. sampe akhirnya gue di samperin temen gue di toilet dan kita balik. Rasanya mau mati, dan gue gak bisa nafas. Gue bisa ingat semuanya,  It was the worst 6 hours of my life. Kemungkinan, gue di kerjain, minuman gue dimasukin obat, apa baygon, gatau deh. Yang bikin gue penasaran, kenapa efek obat itu lama banget baru ber-reaksi? dan itu apaan? topi miring campur baygon kali ya? huee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hanya sebagai awareness aja, supaya lebih ber hati2 kalo pergi ke club sepi,gak ada orang, semuanya gratis dan bartendernya terlalu baik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-116150796159298852?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/116150796159298852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=116150796159298852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/116150796159298852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/116150796159298852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/club-abab.html' title='Club abab!'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-116004075909961902</id><published>2006-10-05T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T02:33:32.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulan Puasa (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kemaren gue berkunjung ke rumah teman. Ternyata si teman lagi ada les pengajian gitu bareng temen2 gue lainnya. Salah satu temen gue nanya si pak Ustad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andra : "Pak Ustad, kalo c*li pas puasa boleh gakk?"&lt;br /&gt;*Pada ketawa. termasuk si Ustad Qadir*&lt;br /&gt;Ustad Qadir : "Onani?? bolehhh....bolehh.. asal punya alasan kuat..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjrot. Islam2 kayak gini nih yang buat negara jadi ancur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-116004075909961902?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/116004075909961902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=116004075909961902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/116004075909961902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/116004075909961902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/bulan-puasa-part-2.html' title='Bulan Puasa (Part 2)'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-116004020521679434</id><published>2006-10-05T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T02:23:25.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulan Puasa (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Udah seminggu gw di Jakarta. artinya, tinggal 2 minggu lagi sisa kebebasan gw untuk tidur pagi,bangun siang,   ber malas2an, dan ngumpul bareng teman2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kayaknya timing gue pulang kali ini agak salah. Alasan pertama adalah bulan puasa. itu salah bgt. Karena hampir semua temen2 gue pada puasa, jadinya kita gak bisa lunch bareng seperti biasanya. Paling ngumpul buat buka puasa bareng, itupun gak bsia sampe malam2 bgt, karena semuanya tutup. Lucunya, malamm minggu lalu, gue sama segerombolan teman2 gue lagi sisha di little baghdad kemang, kira2 jam 9 malam-an, ada bapak2 lengkap pake sorban dan sarung cap Gajah Duduk nyamperin kita. katanya disuruh bubar secepatnya, kira2 kejadiannya seperti ini nih:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bapak-Bapak Sarung Cap Gajah Duduk (BBSCGD):  "ayo adek2..jangan malam2 yah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kami  : "Hah? ada apa pak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BBSCGD: "Iya..tolong pengertiannya.. sebentar lagi sahur.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kami  : "Hahh.. buset gak salah pak sahur jam 9?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BBSCGD:  "Aduh mas, mbak, tolong yah.. adik2 ini lebih baik pulang cepat.. nanti anda2 bsia saya laporkan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kami  :  "Laporin ke siapa pak? emang bapak yang bayarin makanan kita? Memang ada hak apa bapak ngusir kita? emang kita ngapain disini? cuma makan2 doang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BBSCGD : "Subhana.. ya Allah... pulang ya dek. Anda2 dosa di mata Allah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kita juga pada puasa, tapi kayaknya gak harus sampe ngusir2 orang pulang gitu deh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Aneh. Gue paling anti orang2 yang fanatik. Mati aja loe semua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sekarang baru jam 16:14 dan gue barusan maki2 si ustad. Batal gak sih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-116004020521679434?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/116004020521679434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=116004020521679434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/116004020521679434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/116004020521679434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/10/bulan-puasa-part-1.html' title='Bulan Puasa (Part 1)'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115959262263125080</id><published>2006-09-29T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:03:42.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yes. I am finally home in Jakarta. Setelah pusing2 mikirin project assignment yang cukup bikin stress itu, akhirnya holiday has finally arrived. Udah 2 hari gue di Jakarta, mungkin saking sibuknya jalan2 sampe gak sempet update blog cupu ini. Gue berangkat dari Melbourne jam 8:40 pagi dan tiba di Denpasar sekitar jam 1 siang. It wasn't really a long flight, compares to those who study in States atau belahan Eropa sana.. wuih..males bgt deh. Itupun gue udah mondar mandir kayak cacing disko didalam pesawat saking bosennya. Seperti penerbangan yang sebelum2nya, selalu pesawat Melbourne-Denpasar penuh dengan orang2 lokal Aussie yang mau jalan2 ke Bali. Dan yang sudah gue duga2, ternyata gue satu flight sama dosen sculpture yang merangkap sebegai surfer handal. Sedikit gambaran, Namanya Simon. 20 something. Suka bagi2 free weed, He's tall. blonde. typical aussie. and got piercings alll over his body. I adore his tattoo right on his wrist. He's nice, gak pelit nilai dan selalu approve design2 gue. Jadi gue kaget banget ternyata dia udah nenteng2 board surf-nya pas chek-in. Walaupun rada males se-pesawat sama guru sendiri, tapi we had a good chat. Oh, he was drunk btw, cause he smells and talked nonsense. I think he had couple of shots before taking off. Selebihnya, kita gak ngobrol2. Gw juga males banget kaleee.. akhirnya nomer kursi-pun yang memisahkan kami. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Setiba di Denpasar, gue dijemput sama ajudan bokap. I prefer to call them 'monyet2 ' bokap. Gue benci aja liat seragam mereka. aneh. Tapi enaknya gue gak harus antri2 imigrasi, tinggal diambil paspor gue sama monyet2 itu, langsung deh gue lewat. Dan seterusnya sampe kepulangan gue ke JKT dengan Garuda Indonesia. Jadi walaupun monyet, they're doing a good job to make things easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sampe di Jakarta, se-kutu monyet2 itu makin banyak, ternyata bokap gue gak bisa jemput. Katanya masih meeting dll. Yaudah, gue akhirnya pulang sama monyet2 itu. Dan saking independen-nya gue selama di Australi, gue nyempetin diri beli SIM card JKT di bandara Soekarno Hatta. Ternyata pas sampe mobil, si monyet2 udah siapin SIM card baru yang belum di pake buat gue. With all the spoil and the services, saat itu juga gue nyadar kalo gue bener2 udah nyampe di Indonesia. I'm home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Setibanya itu juga, gue udah sama temen2 dan Estillo hitam kelilingg jakarta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ternyata banyak banget mall2 baru di Jakarta yang SUPER gede! dan banyak juga merk2 australi yang masuk ke Indonesia, which is a good thing. gue langsung makan batagor di pertok, yang puasa pun pada ikutan batal hihihi..  dan pas malamnya mau ke 2nd floor, ternyata tutup soalnya bulan pausa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115959262263125080?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115959262263125080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115959262263125080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115959262263125080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115959262263125080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-home.html' title='Finally home.'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115893737355361427</id><published>2006-09-22T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:02:53.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "dipshit" in life that I will never understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Mereka yang tidak mengerti cara untuk menghargai orang lain atau mungkin tidak mengerti apa arti kata "Menghargai." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. yang tidak pernah mengalah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. yang egois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4. yang ber-pura-pura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. yang tidak mengerti apa itu yang disebut pengorbanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;6. yang tidak pernah mau tahu dan yang tidak peduli. The inconsiderate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;7. yang selalu mempermainkan perasaan orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;8. yang selalu merasa dirinya adalah segalanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;9. yang menyanjung dan menjatuhkan pada waktu yang bersamaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;10. yang datang dan pergi begitu saja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'll never forgive you for breaking my young heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115893737355361427?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115893737355361427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115893737355361427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115893737355361427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115893737355361427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/dipshit-in-life-that-i-will-never.html' title='The &quot;dipshit&quot; in life that I will never understand.'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115865722031901570</id><published>2006-09-19T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:26:22.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hari ini Melbourne lumayan "hot" as in, udaranya mulai hangat. *woo ngeres aja loee* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bayangin aja, teman2 bule gue udah pada siap berjemur gitu.. shorts, t-shirts, and tonks all around the campus. Hari ini juga, gue baru selesai ujian akhir semester! yay! gue belajar sistem kebut semalam, tapi untungnya soalnya gak susah2 amat..jadi insya allah gue gak fail. hehehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jadi ceritanya hari ini gue lagi senang gara2 dikeluarin cepat seusai ujian. Gak sengaja gue lewatin bottle shop (buat yang gak ngerti, itu bukan toko yang jualan botol. tapi jualan wine dan minuman keras lainnya.) nahh gatau kenapa tiba2 gue jadi ingat pesan si mama yang nun jauh di Tanah Air sana yang kira2 kayak gini nih bunyinya.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"People should be like wine, we should be better with age, as we gain more knowledge daily." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(maaf transisi kata agak cupu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But it's true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i kinda agree with mom as well. I believe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt; are like fine wine... and our job as women is to step on them and keep them in the dark untill they mature into something we'd like to have dinner with =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Right ladies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;till' then.. have a lovely spring holiday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115865722031901570?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115865722031901570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115865722031901570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115865722031901570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115865722031901570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115842390939770106</id><published>2006-09-16T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T09:25:09.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indo night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just got back from the Indonesian Festival in Fed. Square. it was alright. I wasn't really enjoying the night though..bunch of crappy stuff and stupid AGJ (baca: Anak Gaul Jakarta) yang nyasar ke Melbourne. Gue cuma sempet ikutan joged pas anak2 kecil dari Batak bawain lagu "Sinandar Tulo" (kayaknya judulnya gitu) akustik dengan alat musik tradisional. They were so alive and real and cute and brought so much happines to the audience. Everything was perfect..sampe gue ketemu sama temen2nya si pacar gw itu. agghh! sebenarnya gue engga punya pilihan kecuali bertemu dan ber-ramah tamah sama mereka. Melbourne bukan kota yang terlau besar and I should've had myself prepared to meet them on this big Indo night. The fact was..I am so not ready for this shit. I hate to fake a smile and acted out something that i'm not. Ok..ok..gue gak bakal exaggerate things here.. Let's keep it simple, they are as always the top of my list of people I hate, vintage-wanna-be's-with-AGJs-spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mungkin loe sekarang pada bingung kenapa gue alergi bgt sama yang namanya AGJ and maybe.. (just maybe) you're thinking what the hell was I trying to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well.. alright.. cause I grew up in a society where all the kids went to the popular schools in jkt, so we always had this stupid 'competitions' on every fucking things we have. Money,popularity,boys (for the girls) and the opposite or in between if theres one (lol), the music we listen to, the trends, and as i've mentioned the bitches whos bitching others. And theres this specific girls highschool di jakarta yang isinya cewe2 narsis yang aneh, yang nyalon seminggu 3 kali, yang bangga dengan nama sekolahan-nya, saking bangganya sampe ganti nama belakang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mereka dengan nama sekolah, trying soo bloody fucking hard to have this vintage look,yang bangga dengan senioritas sampe2 adek kelas DILARANG ke tempat2 umum seperti mall2 besar di jakarta, and the worst thing is..they think its COOL..up until they're graduated from that fucking school. thats fucking crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh and the guys? They went to this particular boys school. They are another of those confused kid who cant tell the diffrence between his ass and a hole in the ground. He wears all the emo shit He has to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- emo haircut courtesy of Firman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Vans shoe's (checkered, cuz all emo kids like checkers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- skinny jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- random braces on the hand. except missing one element.. the band shirt. which is conveniently replaced by a PINK SHIRT / PINK POLO. WTF?ARE YOU EMO? ARE YOU METRO? ARE YOU STUPID? ARGH I CANT STAND THESE PEOPLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dont actually mind the fashion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hate their ignorance,their pride, and the fact that I am in this circle of hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I really wished to live a simple life. A simple and a happy life. I wish i could erase all of this people out of my list and live somewhere new. Well, I can't just go and live in a cave obviously lol. Just wanted so bad to move on with my life and find something that's more worth living than this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, yea. whatever. Back to the Indonesian Festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gue jadi kangen banget sama Tanah Air. You  know whats good of being in Indonesia/ Indonesian? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I downloaded tons of songs using limewire back home, and thanks to the fact nobody in Indonesia even gives two shits about the whole piracy law. everythings either cheap, or free. so, God (or Allah, whichever) Bless Indonesia. everything's bootlegged there. it rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just a quick disturbing fact from the Indo Festival:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Caranya ngebedain orang Indonesia sama orang asing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;orang indonesia abis poop harus pake air dan medium laennya seperti gelas/gayung dll untuk cebok. makanya kalo masuk toilet di manaaa aja, pasti lantainya becek."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;LOL. Bener juga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115842390939770106?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115842390939770106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115842390939770106' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115842390939770106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115842390939770106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/indo-night_16.html' title='Indo night.'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115836476730819997</id><published>2006-09-15T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T16:59:27.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i just got back from watching "gotcha!"what was wrong with that movie?it wasnt scary, it wasnt funny, it wasnt even entertaining. I think the line "gotcha!" was meant for the suckers who actually paid to watch that piece of cockbarf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;though, the movie did inspire me to actually make up a zing. This is how it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;me : "lo kena musibah ga akhir2 ini?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;random dude : "ngga.... knp?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;me : "trus muka lo apaan dong?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyway,life is peachy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it is peachy. it taste like peaches and grows on trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;life does grow on trees, it's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What the hell am i talking about? I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If you do, please tell me. cuz I don't..  O_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just sadly&lt;/span&gt; bored&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115836476730819997?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115836476730819997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115836476730819997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115836476730819997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115836476730819997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/boredom.html' title='Boredom..'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115830814941146698</id><published>2006-09-15T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:56:18.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mending it back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Wah hati gue retak lagi nih.. but its ok .. as much as it hurts right now, i know its not gonna last long .. gotta get back on my feet .. regrets? they`re useless .. i'm learning to accept things better now .. ini waktunya gw harus ngandalin otak gw dibanding hati, soalnya kalo gw ikutin perasaan hati gw, i'm gonna be such a wreck. My head`s telling me its gonna be ok, even though my heart`s suffering too much to believe it .. tapi gw yakin, i'm strong enough to get thru this .. like i got through situations much worse than this in the past .. i'm not letting it affect me further than it already has .. it happened .. its over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This is me today, on the early of Spring, Got a heavy cold and I lost the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Benar juga kata si Bebek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Karena roda itu berputar, ga selamanya kita di bawah, ada kalanya juga kita di atas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Someday he'll know what it feels like to be crushed in the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Heads up, time to grow up. Terima dengan besar hati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115830814941146698?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115830814941146698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115830814941146698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115830814941146698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115830814941146698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/mending-it-back-again.html' title='mending it back again'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115819763762503108</id><published>2006-09-13T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:33:57.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste Of Chaos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another update! Taste Of Chaos concert in Melbourne, Australia! Tanggal 13 October 2006 at Vodafone Arena, Melbourne.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taste Of Chaos adalah konser dari gabungan band2 ber aliran emo-punk seperti:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Used, Killswitch Engage, Funeral For A Friend, Story Of The Year, Senses Fail, Saosin, Underoath, Parkway Drive, Taking Bck Sunday Rise Againts and many more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bisa dibilang kesempatan mereka datang ke Indonesia sangatlah minim atau ga ada sama sekali karena aliran musik mereka yang gak begitu 'catchy' dan mereka bukan termasuk dari band2 komersil pada umumnya. So, its a good news for all the Melbournians! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dan buat temen2 gue back home yang nge-fans berat sama mereka tapi gak kesampean nonton..haha.. sabar yah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="352" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7081/3535/320/splash.png" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115819763762503108?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115819763762503108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115819763762503108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115819763762503108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115819763762503108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/taste-of-chaos.html' title='Taste Of Chaos!'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115814710171838380</id><published>2006-09-13T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:14:25.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tiba2 aja, out of the blue gue homesick. perasaan ini udah gue pendam dari tadi siang pas lagi lunch break di sela kelas Design Studio biadab. Hari ini udara lumayan dingin, walaupun gue agak2 bingung soalnya kata orang2 udah spring, tapi tetep aja anginnya menusuk ketulang dan ga ada satu pohon-pun yang memberikan tanda2 bakal mekar. So there I was, having my lunch *lagi-lagi sushi* dan duduk di restoran super duper sempit dibelakang kampus gue. Tiba2 aja bayangan ayam goreng mbak inem, lontong sayur, dan sayur asem lewat begitu saja.. langsung terbayang gimana rasanya kalo makannya pake nasi panas ama sambel ulek dan kecap manis..kalo kepedesan tinggal minum teh botol dingin.. *slurrp*&lt;br /&gt;Namun realita mengatakan yang sebaliknya..gue terpaksa memendam hawa nafsu untuk makan makanan2 tersebut sampe gue balik ke indo...maklum..disini jarang bgt ada ayam goreng sambel terasi khas indonesia yang rasanya bener2 indonesia! ga tau apa yang beda..mungkin ayamnya harus ayam kampung yang kurus2 gitu kali yee.. terus yang ngulek harus sambil ngupil2 dikit gitu..hihihi.. gue udah buat list sih apa aja yang bakal gue lakukan selama gue di Jakarta!&lt;br /&gt;kira2 gini nih gambarannya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tiba di Bali jam 1 siang, langsung mau makan gurame bakar dan kangkung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;belacang yang extra hot di Jimbaran. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kalo sempet mampir di Bali Bakery, bungkus buntut balado buat bekal ke&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. Jam 4 sore tiba di Jakarta, taro koper dan barang2 di rumah dan ketemu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;keluarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Malamnya telpon teman2, jajah mobil bokap, jalan2 sama anak2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;kelilingJakarta dan Mall baru seberangnya PS yang gue gak pernah lihat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sebelumnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. roti bakar edi PangPol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;6. PIM 2..ngopi di Cinnzeo sambil liatin para AGJ2 nongkrong..masih jaman ga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tuh yang cewe ber poni miring dan cowo2nya ber rambut ala 'Mocit' (Mohawk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Citos) hahaha.. pada pol abis gayanya tapi ngangenin bgt dah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;7. Nasi campur Kenanga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;8. Nasi padang Sederhana!! (Wah gokil.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;9. Bliss! 2nd Floor Kemang! Sisha di Little Baghdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;10. Bakso kantin sekolahan gue dulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;11. Nasi Goreng breakdance di Payon, Kemang! (remang2 pake lampu petromaks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;12. Sate ayam pertok, Deha (Pondok Indah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;friends. food. tidur pagi. bangun siang. friends. food. tidur pagi. bangun siang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gitu terus selama sebulan penuh. wahh ga sabar pulangg....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indonesia surga dunia!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115814710171838380?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115814710171838380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115814710171838380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115814710171838380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115814710171838380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/homesick.html' title='homesick'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115764088542674073</id><published>2006-09-07T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:39:08.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overjoyed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari ini semuanya berjalan dengan lancar! :)&lt;br /&gt;tadi pagi sebelum kelas jam 2, gue pergi sama si kumis. (kumis adalah teman wanita gue di melbourne yang baik hati dan gak sombong. kenapa kumis? soalnya dia cewe tapi punya kumis. kenapa begitu? gue jg gatau..tapi demi keamanan bersama, kita samarkan saja namanya jadi si kumis mulai dari sekarang)&lt;br /&gt;rencananya pagi ini kita mau ke Konsulat Jendral RI atau bahasa gaolnya KonJen, mau ngurus bebas fiskal bareng.. sekalian gue mau booking tiket balik ke Jakarta akhir september ini. Tepat jam 9 lewat si kumis udah sms-in gue buat janjian ketemuan. gue baru nyadar bedanya ibu2 janjian ama janjian sama anak seumuran kita tuh beda banget. bayangin aja, janjian jam 9, jadinya jam 12. itupun masih pake acara ngaret segala, tungguan2, telpon2an, sms2an dulu. behhh.. kalo ama nyokap gue, bisa jd masalah tuh ngaret ampe segitunya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eniwei, semuanya berjalan lancar, tiket gue udah confirm tanggal 28 September Melbourne- Denpasar! We'll see wether i'll be staying for a couple of days in Bali or go straight home to Jkt. Anything will do. I'm soo looking forward to go home. Walaupun masih banyak project dan slide test dalam waktu 2 minggu kedepan, tapi bodo amet! lupakan masalah, hello Indonesia! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115764088542674073?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115764088542674073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115764088542674073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115764088542674073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115764088542674073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/overjoyed.html' title='Overjoyed.'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115741715435962367</id><published>2006-09-04T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:39:45.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging disaster!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as u can see.. ada yang berbeda disini. secara bodohnya gue main mencet2 aja list template dari internet, dan ini yang terjadi!! i dont know how to fix things back. dan gue malessss banget copy paste tagboard dan banner gue yang ilang ke template jelek ini! &gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kronologis ceritanya kurang lebih seperti ini, gue lagi ngerjain essay art 1400 kata yang due this coming thursday,dan pas lagi enak2nya ngetik sambil liat2in blog2 orang.. tiba2 ada bisikan setan menyuruh gue untuk nge browse template2 lainnya. dan dengan bodohnya gue liat aja template yang di kasih blogger.. dan gara2 keasikan minum TehKotak bercampur kaget karena mendengar berita Steve Irvin, si Crocodile Hunter meninggal gara2 di tusuk mati sama stingray..gue-pun kaget, sedih, dan dengan bodoh dan penuh kenistaan memencet tombol APPLY TEMPLATE. begitulah saudara2, kisah tragis blog disaster yang terjadi pada pukul 22:35 waktu Melbourne. Gue masih beruntung sih, yang muncul templatenya kayak gini.. untung bukan gambar buah2an cupu gitu.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yasudah, doakan saja semoga template ijo super duper sokil ( baca: sangat gokil) itu bisa balik kembali seperti sedia kala.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sebelumnya, Tortured Poet turut berduka cita atas meninggalnya Steve Irvin atas musibah yang menimpa. Australia dan seluruh dunia sudah kehilangan satu lagi orang besar yang telah berjasa dalam pelestarian lingkungan dan pemeliharabinatang terlindung. We'll miss you Steve..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115741715435962367?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115741715435962367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115741715435962367' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115741715435962367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115741715435962367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/blogging-disaster.html' title='blogging disaster!!'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115725301064648056</id><published>2006-09-02T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:40:09.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suggest me for a title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It'a been a while since i'm neglecting my blogging habbit okie dokie, where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;oh iya quick updatenya, weekend kemarin acara IDOLA MELBEN agak2 ngecewain. gue gak ikutin cara penjuriannya gimana sih.. gue dateng gara2 dipaksa, terpaksa, dan itupun karena ada temen pacar yang isi acara parodi malam itu. i am not enjoying the night. Gue cuma dateng gara2 ada after-party nya yang judulnya SAKAW dan ternyata malam itu, karena capek berdiri liatin acara yang kurang mutu, akhirnya pada pulang semua selesai acara Idol-nya. yaahhh...masa gue clubbing sendiri... engga juga kan. jadinya gue pun cabut..dengan hati yg kecewa. ( halah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam minggu nya gue dan pacar nonton Silent Hill. Gantian, pacar yang ngerasa di paksa dan terpaksa..soalnya dia gak gitu suka nonton film horor/thriller. Daripada nonton Snakes On The Plane, dari judulnya aja udah bikin males..paling orang teriak2 ketakutan di pesawat gara2 ada ular kobra di bagasi. halah. gak banget. anehnya, pacar pengen bgt nonton itu. but i made him see Silent Hill. Dan yang gue dapet cuma omelan dan berantem kecil gara2 dia ketakutan.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brightside, 3 minggu dari sekarang gue pulang ke jakarta! Uni gue liburan semester sebulan. gue udah kebayang ketemu teman2 lagiii.. nongkrong di roti bakar edi sampe malam, ke PS nge-bucks sama anak2! ke sekolah lama gue! huhu.. pengen cepet2 pulanggg.. well at least ada satu hal yang bisa bikin gue tersenyum hari ini! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115725301064648056?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115725301064648056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115725301064648056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115725301064648056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115725301064648056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/09/suggest-me-for-title_02.html' title='suggest me for a title.'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115642427001496756</id><published>2006-08-24T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:40:29.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bruised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kadang gue sering mikir dimana perasaan orang" yang cuma datang untuk manfaatin sesamanya dan pergi begitu aja. kejam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atau mungkin gue aja yang terlalu bodoh untuk di bohongi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For you I'd bleed myself dry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115642427001496756?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115642427001496756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115642427001496756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115642427001496756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115642427001496756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/08/bruised.html' title='bruised.'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115603309933638039</id><published>2006-08-19T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:40:58.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday morning rain is falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gue bakal coba untuk menulis dgn bahasa Indonesia mulai dari sekarang..semuanya gara2 ada temen gue yg coba baca blog ini, dan dia ga ngerti.. jadi katanya "percuma loe nulis tapi gak ada yg ngerti." Sebenarnnya gue buat blog ini bukan untuk orang baca.. cuma iseng2 doang.. pengen rasain doang rasanya nge-blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, quick update dalam seminggu ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kelas gue makin gilaa projectnya!! sebentar lagi gue harus selesain Sculpture dan harus di&lt;br /&gt;warnain. Mock-up (percobaannnya) udah selesai sekitar 70% tapi masih banyak bgt yang&lt;br /&gt;harus dipikirin untuk pattern dan warna. Kadang gue pengen bgt timpukin tuh guru atu2,&lt;br /&gt;sampe jadi cacing disko. hauehuaheuha!&lt;br /&gt;Ini kira2 gambaran sculpture percobaan 3 dimensi gue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7081/3535/320/Picture%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pattern-nya belum dipikirin..ada ide? O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. Kelas drawing minggu ini juga amat menyiksa. Coba loe bayangin berada di suatu ruangan besar dengan object2 GJ (baca: Gak Jelas) dan harus berdiri selama 5 jam hanya untuk gambarin object tesebut! minggu lalu sih agak seru soalnya objectnya model pria tak pakai baju.. hihihi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tapi minggu ini seperti iniii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="324" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7081/3535/320/Picture%20007.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7081/3535/320/Picture%20006.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. Weekend ini gue gak kemana2. Karena duit menipis, gw dan ed cuma beli cooler terus download lagunya nelly furtado yang baru terus joget2 dikamar. (saking ga mampunya clubbing.) lumayan nampol sih, malamnya ada festival Jazz di city, kayaknya event anak2 indo gitu.. tapi gue terlalu pusing untuk pergi, jadinya gak jadi. pagi ini, masih agak celeng, tapi ada sedikit penyesalan kenapa gak ikutan festival jazz semalam. Other than that, sialan udah hari minggu aja! besok gue udah mulai sekolah lagi, repeating rutinitas itu-itu lagi mulai besok sampe jumat. Oh iya, kayaknya gue gak jadi pulang Jkt September ini sampe Februari. Gak ada alasan pasti sih, tapi rencananya gue pengen ke Mt. Buller sama Ed dan kawan2. Bokap gue udah izinin dan kayaknya gue harus kerja part-time buat trip nanti. yah..gak enak juga lah nge-bebanin orang utan..eh orang tua... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yaudah deh, gotta go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;smell you later! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115603309933638039?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115603309933638039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115603309933638039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115603309933638039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115603309933638039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday-morning-rain-is-falling.html' title='Sunday morning rain is falling'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115572374694988497</id><published>2006-08-16T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:41:52.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolverine Needs To Exercise Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I went out with my sister for a quick coffee,&lt;br /&gt;Guess what she told me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister : " Eh I saw Hugh Jackman at the gym! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet : " Are you serious? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister : " Serious! My trainer was like " Don't you know who that guy is training over there?"&lt;br /&gt;So I looked and this Chinese fella went over and took a photo with him so must be!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet : " OMG! How cool is that! Must be he's here for some promo trip! I wish I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;You're damn lucky! Why didn't you take a photo? Its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUGH JACKMAN&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;Celeb Sighting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister : " He wasn't as buff as he was as Wolverine . Didn't bother.*sniffs* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet : " 0_o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Hugh Jackman goes ( well , went because I doubt he's gonna be a regular ) to the same gym as ickle me!Come to think of it, I'd be happier not to have bumped into him.I mean come on, seriously, how mortifying would it be to bump into Van Helsing at the gym with your bulges sticking out from your Nike gym top, sweating like a pig with a drenched ponytail and worse of all, NO MAKE UP ON whatsoever 0_0!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have lived it down.&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord, let me bump into Keanu Reeves / Orlando Bloom just once. PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me refresh your memory this is the man we're talkin' about :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7081/3535/1600/hugh.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7081/3535/320/hugh.0.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115572374694988497?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115572374694988497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115572374694988497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115572374694988497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115572374694988497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/08/wolverine-needs-to-exercise-too.html' title='Wolverine Needs To Exercise Too'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115540375944014665</id><published>2006-08-12T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:46:15.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another sleepless night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's 3 a.m now and i can't get myself to bed. Blogging is always a good escapism. i love blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Max Brenner's for a warm Belgian Waffle with BloodyLani. We had a damn good girl-talk. Its always comforting to go out with a girlfriend for a late supper. As far as it goes, the Belgy waffle was goood! I had the whole serving for myself and I don't give a shite if it adds another inches to my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;Real girls eat. not live on salads and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, I'm a passing out soon. gotta hit the sack!&lt;br /&gt;nighty. *yawns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115540375944014665?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115540375944014665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115540375944014665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115540375944014665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115540375944014665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-sleepless-night.html' title='another sleepless night'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115537417471355993</id><published>2006-08-12T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:42:32.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be honest, I've always envied the girls who can jump from boy to boy and relationship to relationship with seamless ease.I can't help but wonder, is it because they know some awesome bedroom tricks, they don't have standards or they're just plain lucky?Of course, Paris Hilton/ Lindsay Lohan-ish types are in a category of their own okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about someone you probably know, a friend of a friend. Everyone knows at least one girl/guy like this I'm sure. Doesn't it puzzle you how quickly they fall in and out of love? I know a couple, well In my case, he's the closest person in my tortured life, the one and only, boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;this is sooo lame, cause' i found out that he used to have 11-X's?? That's insane. So in addition it will be a total of 12 ( if anything bad happens between us. well lets not hope for it, k.)&lt;br /&gt;11 godammit. *shreks*&lt;br /&gt;I've only had 2 guys walking into my life and thats that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finding love is no easy feat.Its not easy to meet someone special and I know for a fact I'm not alone in this.I happen to have more than one single girlfriend/guy friend to trawl the scene with and I can tell you, its not from lack of trying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All this Waiting-For-Prince-Charming-Or-Just-A- Non-Weird-Decent-Chap stuff actually comes from a MSN conversation I had the other day with a single, gorgeous girlfriend. We were talking about how things hadn't really changed since we were 16. Despite the minor distractions /flirtations over the years, we never really found anyone remotely right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well. in my case, I did finally (or not..err..maybe) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But honestly, I didn't come up with this bullshit myself. These are things I've been told, by the experienced and the wise. That and uh, when I was a little girl, a nice man called Walt Disney made me believe in it inwaveringly to the point of no return.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dream is a wish your heart makes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're fast asleepIn dreams you lose your heartaches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever you wish for, you keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have faith in your dreams and someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your rainbow will come smiling thru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how your heart is grieving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you keep on believingthe dream that you wish will come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Lyrics taken from Disney's Cinderella&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115537417471355993?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115537417471355993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115537417471355993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115537417471355993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115537417471355993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-upon-dream.html' title='Once Upon A Dream'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115522433345995460</id><published>2006-08-10T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:43:10.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andai aku SBY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kalau saja tiba-tiba saat ini juga presiden SBY interlokal ke Melbourne dan menjatuhkan jabatan ke-presidenannya ke gue, hal pertama yang bakal gue lakukan adalah pulang ke Jakarta, berhenti sekolah dan suruh mbak Inem pindahin barang" gue ke Istana Negara.&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari yang sama juga, gue bakal langsung kerja di 'kantor elit' tersebut.. pertama" pastinya bakal gue adakan 'sweeping' mendadak di rumah tiap" menteri. Kalo perlu, buang"in tuh para wakil rakyat yang gak becus, yang kerjanya cuma makan gaji buta dan mereka yang tak ber-inisiatif dalam bekerja. Lalu, gue bakal buat sekolah Karakter Khusus Menteri (KKM) yang dosennya Cak Noer dan Aming, demi memperbaiki karakter dan moril para wakil rakyat. Soalnya kalau dipikir" pasti agak capek jadi SBY.. marah"in bawahannya sampe berbusa juga ga bakal di dengerin..namanya juga tabiat buruk turun temurun.. kalau wakil rakyatnya aja males"an..apalagi rakyatnya! Jadi.. daripada gue yang repot nanti.. menyekolahkan para wakil rakyat adalah ide yang sangat baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua, gue bakal kumpulin para tokoh" agama dan perkumpulannya (maaf gak berani sebut nama" yang dimaksud) dan pihak" yang bersangkutan dalam tragedi berdarah...Pornografi! Termasuk yang punya Playboy dan abang" di jalan tol yang suka jualin gambar" bening.&lt;br /&gt;mereka mungkin bakal gue undang makan siang di foodcourt Plaza Senayan (PS) untuk makan siang 'Ramah-Tamah' dan memberikan masuk"an untuk kedua belah pihak, PRO dan KONTRA.&lt;br /&gt;Gue bakal bilang..&lt;br /&gt;"Yaudahlah.. ngapain sih dipikirin.. di mata negara tetangga (khususnya Australia, karena gue lama di Australia) Indonesia dikenal sebagai negara Islam terbesar di dunia namun mampu menerima berbagai macam kultur, budaya, dan perubahan globalisasi dunia lainnnya dibandingkan dengan negara" Islam lainnya. Sikap tersebut yang menarik para turis untuk terus kembali ke Indonesia. Itu dulu. Sekarang semuanya sudah berubah sejak terakhir ini gue melihat kasus Inul yang di sangkut pautkan dengan pornografi/porno-aksi.&lt;br /&gt;Acara tersebut disiarkan secara khusus di TV Melbourne, Australia. Kita disebut sebagai negara yang sedang mengalami krisis identitas... antara mau jadi orang Arab atau mau jadi orang Indonesia. Kita gak konsisten, gak fokus , dan agak" kurang masuk akal memperdebatkan masalah pornografi yang bisa dibilang... bukan hal terpenting yang negara ini butuhkan pada saat ini. Apa gak malu diomongin gitu? gue aja kaget banget masalah beginian bisa nyasar ke Australia. Ini sudah menyentuh hak asasi manusia, suka maupun tidak, kita gak bisa memaksakan seseorang untuk melakukan suatu hal..apalagi kalo hal itu sudah menyentuh kepercayaan seseorang! Ayolah..bersikap lebih dewasa. Kalau anda tidak suka melihat gambar" panas atau emang ga seneng sama si Inul.. ya jangan dilihat. jangan suruh anak loe nonton..jangan suruh pacar loe beli majalahnya. Masa sampe demo gila"an..bikin jalanan macet..orang" jadi gak ngantor deh.. bisnis ga jalan..lalu, bagaimana dengan ekonomi negara? gue liat anak" juga ikutan turun dijalan ber-demo.. ya..bagus juga sih..kecil" udah bisa demo..masuk tipi..dulu gue umur 7 masih maen di got.. ga ngerti apa".. tapi coba pikir, apakah cara tersebut mampu memperbaiki moral mereka? kalo udah gede mereka gak bakal diem" beli majalah playboy dan sejenisnya? atau download bokep dari internet? engga juga kan? Jangan memperbesarkan masalah.. santai aja.. nanti malah dikira 'pengen'.. buat om" dan tante" yang hadir pada rapat.. kalo takut anaknya 'bandel' buruan gih cek-in dibawah bantal atau di bawah kolong kamar anaknya masing"..hehehehehe.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, selain menghimbau rakyat untuk hidup damai dan menghargai satu sama lain, gue bakal mendirikan sekolah" gratis di daerah dan ibu kota. Intinya, agar semua anak" yang kurang mampu juga bisa ngerasain duduk dibangku sekolahan dan memberantas kutu air... eh.. kebodohan. Jadi walaupun mereka tidak setara secara finansial sama anak" ibu kota yang beken laennya.. se-engganya mereka tetap setara dalam pendidikan dan mereka gak perlu berkecil hati lagi. Dengan memeberantas kebodohan di Tanah Air, kita bisa meningkatkan kesenjangan hidup mereka nantinya.. jadi kalo ibunya cuma dagang oncom..anaknya bisa jadi sarjana ekonomi.. dan jadi manajer oncom, secara gak langsung bisnis oncom mereka berkembang dan menghasil keuntungan yang lebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hal ketiga yang bisa dibilang cita" terpendam gue sejak dulu yang gak mungkin kesampean kecuali gue jadi presiden yaitu selain mengganti warna seragam polisi Indonesia adalah, bekerja sama dengan para intelijen negara luar untuk memberantas terorisme. Nah, kalo yang ini mau di demo-in buat RUU anti petasan gue juga setuju banget! Kalau gue jadi presiden, gue akan usut kasus dan adili para pelaku terorisme dengan segera. Ini bukan hal yang sepeleh, karena ini menyangkut nyawa seseorang dan tindak kriminal yang gak bisa dimaafkan. Gue akan bertindak secara keras pada kumpulan yang dirasa mencurigakan, dan sebelum diadili mereka harus bisa membayar semua yang telah mereka lakukan pada rakyat. Dan sebelum dijatuhi hukum akibat perbuatan mereka, gue bakal suruh mereka bangun kembali reruntuhan bangunan" yang telah mereka musnahkan sebelumnya. Harus persis seperti yang semula, dan gak ditolong sama tukang bangunan lainnya. jadi kalo ide nge-bom cuma tiga orang, ya selamat deh bangun gedung tingkat ber-3 doang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal" sederhana diatas mungkin hanya segelintir dari beberapa hal yang akan gue lakukan jikalau gue dapet kesempatan menggantikan posisi SBY. Mungkin ini adalah impian dari semua orang Indonesia. Mungkin ini adalah impian kita bersama sebagai rakyat Indonesia untuk kembali membangun Indonesia yang rukun dan damai. Tujuan kita sama, membangun kembali semangat Merah-Putih yang sudah lusuh dan usang akibat bencana dan luka yang telah menggores Bumi Pertiwi. Kadang gue berfikir, kesadaran harus dimulai dari mereka yang terkecil, yaitu kita bersama. Dimulai dari hal yang sangat sederhana, yaitu semangatmu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jangan matikan semangat dan pengharapan loe pada negeri Indonesia. Kita adalah bibit-bibit murni bangsa yang harus memegang teguh makna kemerdekaan itu dan mengucap syukur atas kebebasan yang diberi untuk hidup di negeri Indonesia. Entah kapan kita dapat keluar dari krisis yang berkepanjangan dan musibah" lainnya.. Entah bagaimana, pasti masih ada jalan keluarnya. Mungkin kita saja yang masih belum menemukannya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"We, and all others who believe in freedom as deeply as we do, would rather die on our feet than live on our knees”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115522433345995460?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115522433345995460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115522433345995460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115522433345995460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115522433345995460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/08/andai-aku-sby.html' title='Andai aku SBY.'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115513777403748522</id><published>2006-08-09T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:44:33.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/74/11244/640/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/74/11244/400/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were told to do a Complimentary-coloured painting (opposite colours to the primary colours. Eg. Red-Green, Blue-Orange, and Yellow-Purple.) I decided to have mine in Yellow-Purple. So there you go, a Yellow-Purple Lady. Acrylic on canvas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115513777403748522?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115513777403748522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115513777403748522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115513777403748522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115513777403748522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-were-told-to-do-complimentary.html' title=''/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115509600751575056</id><published>2006-08-08T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:02:18.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/74/11244/640/mvc-015f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/74/11244/400/mvc-015f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the Visual Art Diary.  &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115509600751575056?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115509600751575056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115509600751575056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115509600751575056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115509600751575056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-thats-visual-art-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115509034300238149</id><published>2006-08-08T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:45:02.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underneath The Same Big Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I think of how many times I've fallen in love, I have to count my friends.While its vastly different to the gushy all-consuming feeling of romantic love,I love everyone more or less the same way, intensely. I see friendships very much like relationships. It has to be a two way commitment from both parties and you have to work at it.You have to invest time, trust and try to keep it alive.You have to accept the good, ignore the not- so- good and let the not- important slide away.Bonds are strengthened through time and shared history but at the end of the day, if there's no spark to begin with, it'll never work out. My friends are not perfect because nobody is,But I have to admit, because I'm a flaw-seeker and a no-time-for-idiots person, most of them are pretty darn amazing and I'm so blessed :) No I'm not trying to gain brownie points and they know I mean all the things I say anyway, corny or not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this much everyone knows, I suck at keeping in touch via sms, msn or phone calls,And I get preoccupied with my everyday going- ons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I just wanted to tell you guys (my all scattered friends out there) That I do think of you often and the times we've shared,That I remember the laughs, the tears, the fights and the lame jokes,That I'm grateful for your unwavering faith in me,That I'm amazed you accept my quirks, mood swings and eccentricities,That I hope you forgive my flaws because I'm not perfect,That I do love all of you so very much.You are the scattered pieces of my heart that I could never live without. I can't wait to see you guys again :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart,and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115509034300238149?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115509034300238149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115509034300238149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115509034300238149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115509034300238149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/08/underneath-same-big-sky.html' title='Underneath The Same Big Sky'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360870.post-115500804452069907</id><published>2006-08-07T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:45:29.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art &amp; Design Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's my first day off after weeks of consecutive, draining days of college life. Last week was an absolute killer which went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing Class- 10 fcuking drawings out of a human figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sculpture - a 5-friggin-hour of tutorial! an assignment for major project. I have to finish all the geomatric shapes and have the mock up sticking properly by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Design Studio- another 5 hrs tutorial. i need to have 24 pictures of primary,secondary,and monochromatic colours ready by next week, in addition to that, the visual diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art Theory -an essay due at the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so the rest.. so much for being an art student. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the last class of the day, I had consumed two coffees and had bloodshot eyes.I have never felt so much like passing out on the studio floor into dreamless slumber.I had to make a dash mid tutoring to the bathroom to wash my face and call my Mom in JKT out of the blue just to talk , because Mommies are like chicken soup for the soul.I sure don't feel 18 sometimes . But really, I've never been this mentally drained and exhausted since I stepped foot into the uni's hallowed halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the upside ( because I'm adamant there'll always be one),I've made a few new friends from my course,People with similar reasons for doing it and who feel the strain of the workload just as much. We make runs to the vending machines during breaks for chocolate, buy our coffees together before yet another class and have meals together in between and after classes.Shared suffering brings people together like nothing else can. They don't need to be bimbotic shopoholic intellectuals,I'm happy enough to meet people who recognize I'm not exaggerating when I say I feel like collapsing from exhaustion, because they're halfway there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think today I'll stay in, take naps, do laundry and do some readings if I want to have a spiffy weekend.Then later I'll run out and get some food because my cupboard is totally bare So much for having a life This is why people don't further their studies ( but yet I've met a ton of people who are!).Maybe next semester I'll cope better with the workload, they say the first six months of anything are always the hardest as you struggle to find your footing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd like to believe they're right. =/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32360870-115500804452069907?l=morningoil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/feeds/115500804452069907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32360870&amp;postID=115500804452069907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115500804452069907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32360870/posts/default/115500804452069907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningoil.blogspot.com/2006/08/art-design-blues_07.html' title='Art &amp; Design Blues'/><author><name>she confessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09684896685744171003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_85_g6QgIr3M/RfZxwPBs5II/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_WoIQf2fE/s400/morn-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
