tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65661952011-07-08T03:27:23.798+07:00::daydreaming..... and memories::Rlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05580713963757629999noreply@blogger.comBlogger1291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566195.post-1143821517411803182006-03-31T23:09:00.000+07:002006-03-31T23:11:57.426+07:00

Bye-bye Blogger-writing days... Bye-bye my now-gone-templates... I've moved here T_T

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Arrrgghh... I imported all my posts to Wordpress yesterday, and now my Blogger template is messed up... Usually, in Blogger, you can "publish index only" when changing or customizing your template, so the change takes effect only from that day onwards. The previous template and settings remain unchanged. But the importing changed all my saved settings so now my post from (i.e.) November 2004 has

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I've just started to 'seriously' consider moving to wordpress from Blogger. The customization is so tempting ^__^ Have just imported my posts from Blogger. Thankfully I don't have too many posts... people complained in the forum that it took them 5+ hours to import... But decided to wait until I'm really familiar with the format before I announce my moving. So... I'll keep y'all posted!

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No, I'm not sexist. Just watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding two days ago in a prime-channel-deprived hotel room. Loved the movie. Loved the guy (Aidan from Sex and The City... *woot*woot*). Loved this phrase: The man is the head, but the woman is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants. Hahahaha. Anyways, got the exact quote from the movie at IMDB.

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Minggu lalu, sempat membaca artikel opini di Kompas, oleh Sarlito W. Sarwono (guru besar psikologi UI). Sebenarnya mulai membaca karena tertarik jabatan sang penulis. Raju dan Nurani, judul opini itu. Mempertanyakan masih adakah nurani di antara aparat negara ini. Mengapa anak kecil tujuh tahun, bisa diadili dengan prosedur standar orang dewasa, disatukan dalam penjara umum, tanpa memandang sama

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Finally done... my hand-knitted poncho ! Doesn't look too bad, huh? Shown here: sister as model and owner

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I want a lot of things for myself. Not in a materialistic way, although no less selfish than wanting to buy stuff for myself. I want me to improve: to be a better person, to have more wisdom, etc. I see new things as challenges, and I JUST have to prove that I can. Character-wise, I want to be a nicer friend, a dependable sister, etc. I strive to be better. And then best. And then perfect. And

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When I asked for silence, I was given jumbled senses and noises. When I am given silence, I was struck by a realization: That life can be so vain, that I can be so empty, so weak. I am the kind of person who cannot practice what I preach. The biggest gap exists not between ignorance and knowledge, but between knowing and doing. Sometimes I don't even try to build a bridge for the gap. I should

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My best friend had a cool link in his blog for ACT, short for Aksi Cepat Tanggap, a non-profit organization based locally in Jakarta. ACT distributes volunteers to help in cases of disasters (e.g. recent floods in Indonesia), both for the emergency and the recovery phase. It also accepts donations which are distributed throughout the nation for projects such as providing access to clean water,

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The next night after, as I lay me down to sleep, my sister who sleeps next to me started telling last night's story. It turned out that it was herself screaming when she saw a cockroach (hereby known as 'the culprit') running across our kitchen floor. My mum and dad formed an alliance and killed the culprit (BRAAAKKK! banzaaaaiii!) But...! As they were disposing of the carcass, another was seen

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It was late. I was already in bed, trying to shut out all noises outside. I heard a scream, and I ignored it. But through the fog of sleep my ears still filtered a few words: "Cockroaaachhhh...!!!" That word is the most potent sleep inducer of all--my mind shuns the idea of roach-hunting so much that it became easy for me to sink into sleep...

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Dear Diary, Today I'm missing my friends back in Berkeley. Note to Lori: I read your comment. I'm sorry but sometimes I have to exercise my writing in Indonesian so I don't get rusty. Your blog isn't always intelligible either (yups, my Chinese reading skill has gone waaaay down...)! Basically it's about 'slums' in my city. They're practically invisible, walled off by new developments, with

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Beberapa hari ini, di perjalanan menuju kantor (ya, sekarang aku sudah jadi gadis karir... meniti jalan yang entah menuju ke mana...), di antara beribu pemandangan yang melintas di hadapan mata, selalu terlihat deretan rumah kumuh dan kampung di sepanjang jalan. --kampung-- Ember kosong yang terbalik, dinding bilik yang bertambal, kursi pincang berkaki tiga, nyai yang mengernyit di tepi jalan...

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I was planning to write a whole bunch about my days here... but now I'm too tired after writing several reply emails to friends (several LONG emails) So I'll save it for later. Found this among the heaps of paper on my desk drawer (probably written 5 years ago): Cintaku bukanlah kobar sang Api Yang mati bersisa seonggok abu Cintaku adalah kelip kunang-kunang Yang tak padam di langit malam

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Before anything else... just wanted to drop a line saying that I'm safe in Indonesia, and I HAVE CABLE INTERNET!!!!!! Mwahahahaha.

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I just had to resort back to my OOOOOOOLLLLLLDDDDDD blogskin... somehow the images of my previous skin got moved and the creator didn't notify me =( I guess this is a prodding for me to REALLY get down to it and make my own template. *sigh* Anyways.... will be having a farewell dinner with friends in SF tonite... I hope Foreign Cinema won't be a dissappointment, otherwise I wouldn't hear the end

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I need help to improve my blog's easy navigation. Mozilla Firefox, Safari, Internet Explorer users, plz give me feedback as to your user experience. Fonts/menus/scrolls/etc. I'm still experimenting with this skin.... so please bear with me. I might just add a tagboard...

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Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. I have tried to always keep this in mind, always observing what each individual does (to me, or to others) in a certain situation, and based on that, trying to accomodate his/her preferences in similar circumstances. Sometimes it's hard, though. Don't you think there's a catch somewhere there? What if, you don't like what A does to you, but you

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Kalau boleh aku bertanya tentang arti waktu yang kuhabiskan di muka bumi Saat senja menjelang saat matahari ya/matahari/ya/penanda waktu tak pernah mati terbenam aku bertanya apa arti waktu yang sudah berlalu Apa lebih berarti dari waktu yang belum berkunjung Kah? Kalau boleh aku melamun saat saat bulan naik ke langit legam tak berdasar Dan aku mengharap datangnya pagi merona ah/perisai merah/

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On Thursday... We were kicked out of Borders after been sitting for only 1 hour. The reason? Paul McCartney's book signing. People had to buy his book in advance and retain their receipts as entry tickets. People and cameras SWARMED in front of the entrance THREE HOURS before he was scheduled to come. I talked with a disabled lady who lost her receipt at home, who was feeling miserable because

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Quoting a friend: That's where you get your strength from--the conviction that you can never endure such pain ever again Overcoming pain is like getting immune to antibiotics. You'd have to be given stronger and stronger dose for the drug to work. One pain passes only to make way for another kind of pain--stronger, longer, and more vicious. And each time, it threatens to shatter your nerve. But

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Ah the agony that wrenched my heart Sleep descends like twilight breeze dark silent graceful merciless And I am obliterated Succumbed into a ball of emotions knotted by a string of agitation and confusion Wings to break free take flight and soar unencumbered by days or duties or love Tsubasa

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Which is stronger: the forces of nature, or the imposed values of society? Social scientists have often argued about nature vs. nurture--both leave indelible marks on our lives; but which one more than the other? Yesterday I was sitting among a crowd of people and I noticed that people sit in groups. Couples sit together, of course, but they tend to separate themselves. And if you think that

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Pardon me for not writing in extreme lengths of time. Had not the motivation. Wait until my laptop is fixed and I will start using Macromedia like crazy and you will see my blog in a new light. Btw, I did something stupid with my laptop. See, it's been broken for some time, and I finally got to call a repair guy. He took my laptop away and promised that he will install a new HD and fix whatever

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Haven't got the time to update this past week. Laptop completely broke down--the HD refused to stir, like a lazy dog refusing to walk uphill. Apple is taunting me by churning out new products every other week. Can't believe how they could make such tiny ipod nano with crisp color display... Is it better to live under the safe shadow of illusion, or should we dare ourselves to venture out there

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Kemarin aku melihat mimpi. Seperti semua mimpi lainnya, bagai kenyataan yang terasa dan terpegang. Menyuarakan keinginan yang tak berani kupikirkan. Seperti semua mimpi indah lainnya, tak ingin aku bangun darinya. Karena saat terjaga, hatiku sakit merindu. Mimpi yang menyimpan janji manis, angan yang mungkin terwujud, tapi kutahu takkan terjadi. Dan kembali ia harus kupendam, kutimbun dan tak

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Hormon. Idiiih.... kok langsung yang kepikir soal hormon laki-perempuan ya? Hmm ato itu cuma gua doang? Yang paling terkenal, ya emang dua itu: testosteron dan estrogen. Padahal banyak jenis2 hormon laen: Adrenalin--buat si petualang dan penantang bahaya. Serotonin, dopamin--bahan obat psikofarmakologi. Gastrin--yang bikin sakit maag nih. Renin--hormon susu ^ .^ Tapi ini bukan untuk ngebahas

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Autism. Recently it has caught speed with the rest of developmental disorders. A short preview: its most prevalent aspect is overtness, often accompanied with the inability to communicate (which results in sometimes violent behavior) Autistic kids are generally withdrawn and self-absorbed, caused by excessive amount of cell minicolums in the brain which put the patients in a constant state of

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“你一生中有什么值得活下去的？” ”男友是一个必要吗？“ －”什么叫做生活的条件呢？是耶稣？是父母？是事业？还是爱？这时候，我还是不懂得什么叫做生活，但我知道我得继续活下去，当我找到我所寻找的一个条件。“ －“我单独过日子，无所谓。他，还有他和我，并不是一个需要不需要的问题，而是一个很正常， 很自然的情况。“

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Maple leaves casting shifty shadows on window sills, as the hours grow old Footsteps trippingdancingtreadingskidding halting, breaths taken on crossroads "WHERE THE FUCK IS ORDER??" World-weary And wary of returning 'nay's no breeze. sweltering heat. i shift on my seat. And as I wane, a whisper soft as wind came, 'it matters not' Riverways winding through fLOwing and flowing and falling

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Hahaha I'm still heady from the hot deals... This morning I browsed Fat Wallet (I forgot what I originally wanted to look up), and found a thread for Sony Vaio, 1.6GHz Centrino, for $612 at Office Depot. So I was hooked, but couldn't really find any justification to buy myself a brand new notebook coz my dear PowerBook is still working 'okay'... After some reasoning, I decided that I could by

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To His Coy Mistress, by Andrew Marvell But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near As I lay there under the morning slivers of sunrays, feeling myself enveloped by the slow caress of idleness, of my extravagance at affording such luxury, I didn't hear the treading steps of time, tick-tocking behind the curtains. And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. His

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Yeah... I've been noticing for some time now that the images of my template wouldn't upload properly--but I haven't exactly done anything about that except sitting on my ass wondering what the hell was wrong with the layout.... Well, here it is, I'm finally doing something. Please bear with this proletariat template until I find enough inspiration to work with dreamweaver....

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Ah.... ça, ces ècritures, ces aperçus d'une petite fenêtre, c'est ma vie. Pas une vie en rose, mais c'est precisement la raison de son existence, mon blog. Ici, je peux peintre avec des vraies couleurs, pas seulement rose, mais aussi bleu (pendant des jours déprimés), noir (pour mes craintes at mes péchés), gris (pour les grises), vert (c'est le visage de mes jalousies).... C'est le mélange de

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No, that title doesn't mean anything. Cuma baru sadar, bulan2 terakhir ini jarang banget nge-post. Padahal dulu lebih prolific. Heh.... mungkin klo lagi ngga ada emosi kuat emang jadi ngga bisa nulis ya. Besok lusa bakal ke LA. Males. Ngebayangin panasnya ngga tahan. Ambuscade of heat... just imagining being stranded in LA makes me sweat. Anyways.... I'll try to write more.

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I considered myself quite knowledgeable in the area of technology. Especially if I tag myself with the categories that I belong to: female, Indonesian (generally the two sub-species don't bother with technology). Of course, I'm being stereotypical (people tend to look favourably towards stereotypes only when it benefits them); and I didn't add my other tags: foreign-educated, intellectually

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Anonymity promises a certain security with it. It breeds a certain complacency (n. self-satisfaction coupled with unawareness of danger or controversy) that comes out if (and ONLY IF) life is kept discreet in the dark, kept from the scrutinizing eyes of the public. People write lyrics and poems anonymously because they can use their anonymity as a protective shield. Without fear of being exposed,

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I'm heading home. Feels weird to be so suddenly wrestled away from my daily life in the States. Will give friends a big surprise (already did for the friends in the States.... sorry guys for not letting you know earlier, I don't have any way to know it's gonna be this way either. Things were H-E-C-T-I-C) Now at Changi, waiting for my flight. Been here for... almost 6 hours now. I miss my car

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Okay. The recipe is for a mixed-up, unorganized, random mosaic of memoirs and ramblings. I'll probably revert back and forth from English to Indonesian. Didn't realize that I haven't updated for more than a month. Tiga minggu ini repot bgt: bonyok dateng, terus kita cabut ke Mexico, trus begitu balik hari berikutnya commencement ceremony. Udah cape, harus ngurusin invitation for ppl, ngurusin

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My laptop suddenly decided to do an auto-recovery. Two days ago I just sort of tried (without hoping too much) to turn on the thing--I left it for the restroom (I've resigned to passive acceptance, y'see, I didn't really care if it wouldn't boot), and when I came back, the laptop was sitting there smugly with brilliant colors as if nothing had ever happened. Of course I'm happy. But can somebody

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kali ini bukan tentang sampah. It's about me now, about spring and love and me in their midst. I had thought of it as pink petals and constant flutters. As taking a walk in the beach and watching sunsets. All the time I would have sparkles in my eyes and a spring in my steps. kali ini tentang kehidupan nyata. Real life, and all that it entails, can be a harsh world for a dreamer-- a dreamer like

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menurut kata orang, ini musim jatuh cinta. saat orion mengunjungi langit malam: jadi penuntun seorang teman yang selalu pulang di tengah malam. baru-baru ini baru tahu kalau orion cuma muncul di langit musim semi. musim, yang kata orang, musim jatuh cinta. di negara2 empat musim, saat es mencair dan burung walet datang berkunjung. di jepang, saat sakura menaungi pasangan2 yg piknik onigiri dan

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I was shivering under the blankets without any lights from the window Unconscious of the shivers, I dreamed my way through the long cold night Of a nonexistent world filled with murders and conspiracies and rocky islands (those are the only blurry details I remembered) It ended with me standing on a lagoon, looking at a hazy horizon with the sound of wailing waves in the background and I woke up

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Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has no need of no such things, For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings. On snow and sand and turf, I see Where Love has left a printed trace With straining in the world's embrace. And such is Love and glad to be. But Thought has shaken his ankles free. Thought cleaves the

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Mmm... I should update more often. Hahaha it's weird... I was updating more often when I was still at school. Now that I have nothing much to do, I don't even blog-walk that often... What is it, I wonder, what is it that makes girls and guys so different in their thinking, their feeling, their making sense of life, their doing their business around, basically their everything... Even those of us

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Fuck it. I'm out of school yet here I am, posting ANOTHER entry about my procrastination. I thought grumbling-on-my-blog-when-I'm-supposed-to-be-studying days are over, left far behind me when I said goodbye to school, but here I am... just can't resist the temptation of writing ^_^ 'Kay... so here's the usual stuff: "Why am I here while I'm supposed to be studying for my interview???? Arggghh!"

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I'm writing this in Hotel Marlowe, Cambridge, MA. A VERY nice boutique hotel. (And, most importantly, it's FREE.... hahaha I'm so Asian. I just like free stuff) Took a flight this morning from SFO, direct to Boston Logan airport. (Which, I can't help adding here, is also FREE ^_^ man I'm soo Asian...) "I'm so Asian" is that a Californian phrase only? I don't mean to make a prejudiced insinuation

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It feels different here. A little less crowd, a little less heat, a little less family and friends.... somehow it feels a bit lonely. And my car's dead. Hope I can adapt to Bay Area soon.

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I did some reflection a few days ago, because of a friend's entry on his blog. High school was a milestone for me--like a tall lighthouse, unmistakable and impossible to miss. It doesn't feel like four years. What I do, who I am now, I always compare it back to what I did, who I was. I had great friends, spent hours talking and sharing dreams, lending my ear and laughing without pretense; I fell

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I hate Bush and his false sympathy. Have been wanting to say that since a week ago but haven't accessed anything online. As usual, internet in Indonesia is slow.... especially opening CalMail. Weird Berkeley system. He can openly denounce terrorism and its evilness, how America is a nation based on the foundation of the Church. He can brag about his faith. He can urge other nations eliminate the

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I'm not angry I'm just bummed that's all coz I am a girl after all Worried and agitated without you here Wanted you to be here but you're not here and I'm pissed. It's stupid to be pissed, I know... I am, a girl after all Should've asked should've called I know you'll come if only I ask (....won't you?) but I'm scared can't let you know what I had inside coz I'm scared and I'm

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I felt kinda sad today. Walking among the trees, the air slightly opaque from the rain, suddenly it dawned on me that this week would be the last days I'll walk Berkeley's paths as a student. I won't be here next year. I won't be walking Strawberry Creek to Tolman anymore. (FYI: Strawberry Creek's the little forest-y path from North Gate to Tolman Hall ^__^) I'll be... I don't know. Somewhere

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I can't think of anything deep right now, so I'll just blabber... As usual, as finals are coming up, my slack-o-meter is rising to dangerous level. Quite proud of yesterday though, finally got some part of my paper done (some part being 1/10 of the whole length...) Went to Cafe Fanny today, got some yummy-looking Acme bread, and felt good for having spent money on good food. Is that lame? I

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The control of animal inclination by thought, reason, and will; is what makes us human. Rene Descartes, Passions of the Soul I was surprised to find this line in a book by Damasio that I read earlier today. I wasn't even really putting a lot of mind into the reading (I was still replaying Clamp's manga scenes ^__^ 私の好きな人 was a good book) but this line jumped into me. Somehow my last

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Orang, kadang terlalu terpaku pada diri sendiri. Menutup diri, menambal semua celah pintu hati, menolak menghadapi semua yang 'bukan-aku'. Membalikkan punggung dari dunia. Untuk apa? Melarikan diri dari kerawanan riuh orang? Melindungi keperawanan hati? Apakah hatimu kaca? Tidakkah terdengar rintihan punggung yang membalik itu, ingin kembali melihat cahaya pelita di luar guamu yang sunyi tak

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Staircase of the lighthouse, Forbes Island I'm pretty satisfied with this picture I took. Although those hands on the railing are a bit annoying... We had to board the boat and I didn't have time to wait for those ppl to come down. (Me posting up pictures... a measure of how idea-less I am right now)

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Going to watch The Incredibles tonight. Hoping it would be another great work from Pixar, although I'm currently craving for something serious and deep to watch... I guess I'm shit-deep in an existential conundrum right now. A friend asked me last week what my purpose of life is, or whether or not I've found one. Told him that I haven't found it yet, but for now I want to live my best for my

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As of today, November 1st 2004, 16:14 GMT-0800, I have been on hiatus for 59 days... can't believe that. What's more unbelievable, people still come and check upon my lowly blog site once in a while. I'm touched. If any of you are wondering (or wondered) where the hell on the vast earth have I been, here's the answer: I'm waiting for him to come back ^__^ ... Well, that's what I'd like to say

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Wow. Been some time since my last post. By the way, my last post was written on that date, but I've been keeping it as a draft until yesterday ^_^ I was wanting to get more thoughts on that but never got there and the topic got stale, bulldozed by some other more recent stuff =p So anyways, this week we have a long weekend for Labor Day, and I'm going camping to Lake Tahoe. Don't know whether

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Just had a fun dinner in an Ethiopian place. I love Berkeley coz it has so many good places to eat and just chill. So we were having a fun conversation about how guys will never grow up, and I remembered this quote from a friend: Boys will be boys, but girls will be women. Hahaha. Any objection to that? I don't know, though. Girls might not grow to be women either. And how would you define

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I don't like cooking. That's for a fact. Undeniable, unchangeable, but forgivable... right? My cooking is.... passable. Edible. Palatable. If only barely. So, why force myself... right? Bcoz I feel the social pressure of upholding a woman's traditional role. Or probably just wanting to fix a nice meal for my boyfriend. I'm just another victim of social conformity, after all. Going to

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When life is safe and stale, we contemplate Death. When life is threatened and precious, we flee from Death. --Life of Pi, Yann Martel World's biggest paradox. I was sitting in my bathroom today with a book (okay, I'm one of those people who read books while doing their business in there, but you do it too, don't you?) when something funny happened. I just suddenly noticed that the fan

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It seems that my blog has become some kind of grumble-dump--I write only when I'm in a bad mood. Is that true? Don't want it to be that way. Once I had this thought about human nature; that people are destined to be happy. After all: When do people pray the most? When they're sad or in need. When do people run to their friends most often? When they're sad or in need. And it's easier to

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I've fallen victim to the 'letter G' (read: lethargy) these last few days. Had no drive to move around, felt icky, cranky, just plain suucked. Sorry for being difficult, I didn't mean to, never wanted to yell at you, never wanted to be so irritable.... really sorry, OK? *mmmmmhhh* Lately been feeling like indulging myself in food =p wanted some GOOD sushi, some fine dining, and some

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aku rindu sunyi saat pekik lain tak jadi polusi sendiri kusimak detak nurani --dy Pain is something you learn to live with. Grief is something you learn to forget. Despair is something you learn fight for. But not knowing, is something that haunts your eyelids when you try to sleep and clouds your logic when you seek reason.

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Ahhhhhh.... in the middle of studying.... (You'll see a general grumbling in this blog, in regular interval, during semester time... that's when you know that I have an extremely heavy-load of paper due the next day... or final exams) ^_^ haven't been able to remedy this bad habit. Tomorrow's last day of class! YAYY! After that, TWO weeks of nothing! YAYY! Might go to LA or Vegas for an

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Teman baikku, tempatku menitipkan sepotong hatiku, terima kasih untuk selalu ada di sana. I don't have to say a word to you You seem to know whatever mood I'm going through Feels as though I've known you forever You can look into my eyes and see the way I feel and how the world is treating me Maybe I have known you forever Amigos para siempre means you'll always be my friend

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So. It finally happened. And I don't know what to do. Don't know what to think. Don't know how to live. Sometimes, when Father Fate refuses to help you out, you just have to choose one of the forking paths. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both .... I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and

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I found java-jive by Brandon. It's actually interesting to see Indonesia from the perspective of an expat. I am so used to taking on the perspective of an Indonesian standing on a foreign land, and I had fun comparing my hypothetically "foreign" view of Indonesia with a genuinely "foreign-but-not-too-foreign" standpoint ^_^ He already donned some habits that are highly incompatible with American

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I got to The Regency Center at 8 am. Right behind me was Ranthy's car. Nobody else was there yet, and the whole place smelled like year-old musty refrigerator. Ira came in not long after and the four of us (with Jo) loitered around the place, peeking here and there and reached a consensus that the place was really "in need of several janitors". Brief pause. Since then, everything happened in a

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My body's all sore... just bcoz of running 15 MINUTES yesterday and swimming today.... I'm so totally out of shape. En-ennnn!!!! I changed my blog's template for your sake, girl.... I didn't have the drive to customize anything yet so I just use one from blogger (it actually looks alright). When are you coming back here? I just discovered that Italian sounds sooooo musical and romantic...

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Just an additional note to my posting below: I shouldn't be here writing journal entry, I'm supposed to be studying! So many stuff to do, too many distractions, so little time, so little organizing potential in me... lethal combination. I might be going down to LA this weekend with some friends. Hmm.... don't really know them very well but I sure could use some travelling ^_^ I'm just really

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It's the little things that people don't say that really count. Although sometimes I guess people are just too 'blur' to notice them; the love left unsaid or the shoulder that's always there for them to cry on. I dunno... do I have to explicitly lay in words, piece by piece, what I feel inside? I can't go around asking people "hey, you know i'll always be here for you" coz somehow it would sound

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I have a flower inside me. Waiting for the right time to bloom. Petals closed, nectar intact and pure inside. There's also a bee inside me. Waiting for the flower to bloom. Waiting, and waiting. For the flower to open and let it in. So it can spread the flower's seed to all the world and more. I have another flower inside me. Full of thorns, black with poison. Ready to sting when

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Last week was the border-post where I had my last respite..... this week onward's going to be hella crazy. Turned out I don't know a speck about business finance. I'd need to start organizing my time so I won't be scrambling to pick up semester-length material at the end of this 6-week. (Somehow, though, I still have the feeling that I'd still be my old laid-back self ^_^ especially coz I'm never

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One fine day in July: The sound of birds chirping, dancing amid the softly swishing branches of summer willows. Outside. The caressing rays on sunlight sprayed the different hues of green leaves and the hills beyond alight with a warm glow. Outside. The idle breeze whispered of sea winds and faraway places and stories, and flirted with the shy pink flowers. Outside. Inside, what I hear

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Dunno why I'm writing THREE posts in one sitting. Just felt the mood's appropriate ^_^ A friend once asked, why I write in such melancholy tones and colors. I didn't have anything to answer. Because generally happiness is considered the norm for normal people. But it is when I plunge into the pulsating quicksand of melancholy that I feel most intense. The feeling, the emotion, the memory;

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Just landed on re-minisce and thought this was beautiful: If there was one thing you could teach people about love, what would it be? I used to think it was "if you really love someone, you'd let her go". Now, maybe it's more like "don't ever, ever let her go, never ever. Unless she really, really needs it." Love? Who knows what it is. Some stupid four lettered word nobody can define

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Just got back to berkeley! Somehow it feels weird though... I never thought that the smell of my room would grow so unfamiliar... It's little unfamiliar unfamiliarities like that (pardon the language), that makes me miss home. Strange what your memory could do. Memories of the past, frozen in time, embalmed in our brain, don't follow the passage of time that we go through. They grow musty without

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I blogwalked and stumbled across this passage from brilliantbabe : Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them

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Apologies to ijustwrite.... here comes the english translation of my previous post ^_^ Imagine a world, simple and true. There exists two kinds of humans only. I'm an idealist. Who believes in the goodness of the world; who believes in love, and dream. I believe, we walk and wander in the maze of life to have both love, and dream. Now or then in the end of it all. Imagine a world,

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Bayangkanlah sebuah dunia yang sederhana. Hanya ada dua rupa manusia di sana. Aku seorang idealis. Yang percaya bahwa dunia itu baik, yang percaya pada cinta dan mimpi. Aku percaya, setiap kita menjalani liku hidup untuk mendapat keduanya. Sekarang atau nanti di penghujung nasib. Bayangkanlah sebuah dunia yang sederhana. Hanya ada dua rupa manusia di sana. Begitupun dalam memandang

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I squinted. My sister squinted. My brother squinted. We three formed a circle, cautious and alert. The air was tense. "Do you see him?" ... more squinting. "Yup. There." My sister inched closer. Arms extended, ready to fend off the assailant if he make a suspicious move. I stepped back, lacking the guts to face him like she did. Suddenly my sister emitted a bone-chilling scream. I

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When we're in pain, we know we exist, bcoz it's an arrow that shoots straight to the heart, searing, blinding, maddening, inspiring... while happiness is the very lightness of being, like feathery fluffy thing in pastel almost too good to believe in. Why is it so hard to believe in happiness? To make ourselves dedicate our lives for its pursuit? We are cowards. We chose to be human, to be

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phew... been some time since my last post. dunno why but lately just feeling blue.. no drive to do anything and just sit around. sounds like a big waste of time even to myself.... Why haven't we arrived at the age of telepathic communication? So we can be in touch anytime anywhere without needing a medium. HUH. I have a system of defense mechanism that works TOO well it irks me sometimes.

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I think weather-talk is an ingenious invention by girls. It has a double functionality of engaging our over-active tongue in some meaningful exercise and filling up the awkward silence that rises when a girl is forced into the company of another girl, the two of them having nothing similar at all. I don't understand why silence is considered so impolite. It even makes its way to a quote: "

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"Adventurer: one who never reaches a destination" Seorang petualang adalah seorang yang tidak pernah sampai. Am I one? Dunno. These days I'm never sure of who I am anymore. I can be this but I can be that too. A confused blend of ideals and realities. Yeah, sometimes I can't separate which is me and which is the me I want to be. Finished Da Vinci Code today. Started reading Mir's Importance

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The sky was dark. A misty grey cloak draping the horizon, slowly settling on structures and concretes. A vast expanse of bleak veil. The driver was silent. The car engine droned in monotone litany as I looked around. Sounds from outside came in muted; surreal sounds in a surreal world. I saw buildings. I saw trees. I saw the road. I saw people. And the hazy air settled on everything, to

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wow... been some time since I last updated my blog... I was a knot of numbness the past week. Lemme describe half of it: I've got finals on Wed, Thu, and Fri; two finals and two papers, actually. And (as can be seen from my previous entries) I've been procrastinating til the last minute, so basically I didn't study for both exams until approx. 4 hours before it =b I didn't even care how I did

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Pernahkah merasakan kekosongan hati, di mana mimpi tinggal sesosok bayang dari masa lalu? Ada teman berkata, "mungkin cuma mimpi buat kembali." Kita tertawa, bercanda, pergi kuliah, kerja, bercerita.... tapi terasa sepert bukan kita. Di dalam ada rongga hampa menganga, di mana rutinitas menjadi mimpi buruk, dan jadi benci pada diri sendiri. Di mana mimpi dan idealisme tertinggal jauh tak

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Ha. These two days I've begun to feel the fog of dread descending, enveloping, paralyzing me... I'm immobilized. Deep inside me there's a sluggish effort to break free, but Procrastination has gripped me firm between his claws. I know that every day that I pass without doing anything will only add to the to-do list that's already piling high, threatening to bury me, but the outside me seems not

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Just got back from some blog-walking, taking a break from reading papers :p Found a new nice personal blog by ijustwrite.... read a post and felt that I'm just like her: She's a Dutch girl writing in English. I'm an Indonesian girl writing in English. She intended her blog to be personal, and I kinda did too (dunno how it works out now, though.... "hey ppl! are you out there reading my blog?

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mwa? mwa? hmmm... dunno how to spell it really.... mooeuh? meuh? mmmhh? it's supposed to be "what?" in korean... that's my current attitude... "mwa?" i've been walking around campus only half-conscious all day long, a fog hanging over my mind, drugged by gross lack of sleep (slept for roughly 40 minutes last night).... "mwa?" really can't think of any coherent thing to post up here

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My thoughts still dwell in the past... the image of me that I used to be, branded in my heart like white-hot iron, clinging like a stubborn spot of dirt on a plate. It always confuses me, the incongruence of my sense of self and what I project for the outside world to see. Which one is me NOW? Did I metamoprhose too fast, that I'm still feeling my old skin crawling all over me? Where and when,

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I love gazing at the sky; at the dusk sky filled with creeping light, at the morning sky with the soft hues of awakening, at the cloudy sky with rolling fluffy clouds, at the stormy sky jagged with thunders and drenched with rain, at the purple-golden-reddish-blue tinged dawn sky, and at the twilight sky dotted with stars with their queen the moon..... Because they're different faces of the same

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Now when I read my entries, I don't know anymore what my blog's genre is. Alternating between my pathetic attempts at poetry and Freudian free associations and even daily journals... Are you confused? Coz I am. What's the use of wanting people to visit my blog? Vanity I guess. Blah.

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It's 1.30 am and I'm not feeling sleepy at all... Been talking with a lot of people and feeling better because I am not judged by what I've done. Feeling so warm to know that they see me as I am, happy when I'm happy and not imposing their standards on me... It just feels so... liberating... that I don't have to worry about compromising myself to fit into society's template. I've been

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My favorite of the seven deadly sins: sloth Ugh. Cannot escape from the spiraling stairs of laziness. Everyday I'm sinking deeper. Or maybe anger. Both, I cannot contain. Both, I am overcome. Gluttony, lust, greed, envy, and vanity, I can still control. Not anger. Though I haven't been really upset at someone for a loooong time ^_^ well, not counting being irritated or snappish, of course (

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I am here today, with dreams and ideals and naive innocence. I didn't see reality mocking me from outside the window. Then suddenly tomorrow comes and I find myself out in the open, ensnared in reality, ideals shattered, innocence tainted. Now only dreams remain untouched. Encased, intact.

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It's a weird feeling. When I don't have anybody to rely on, I grow stronger coz I feel I have to fend for myself. Especially when there's nobody for me but somebody's relying on to me. I'd exert my best, hide my pain, and help the somebody. But when someone comes along, a figure larger than I am, someone I can rely on and be manja with.... then I'm suddenly transformed into this passive wimp. He

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